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Fictional Earth 019346_ SoA (DC_Marvel) - Old New York [IC (Always Accepting)]

(( (New York or The Big Apple, is the ruins of what could have possibly been a prosperous city. They are the remains of a power struggle between the fearsome god Daresay, and the inhabitants of New York who have resisted his rule. Old New York was made prosperous again by a stubborn people. Some are descendants of the survivors and the majority, intruders or passing nomads. It is neutral ground for all nonbelievers and disciples. Disciples are free to try to recruit any nonbelievers as long as they don’t do so by force. Easier said than done; but Old New York hasn’t had too many issues with them. For you see, its mayor, Mayor German rules the city. Mayor German has managed to keep the gods at bay by claiming they are afraid of him. He rules the city through a potent toxin that he concocted, which submits the victim to his or her greatest fear. He experiments with new doses on troublemakers and those who disobey him. The citizens of Old New York find it easier to put up with his rule than the rule of The Four. The taxes they have to pay his Black Scorpion goons aren’t always fair, but it is because of Mayor German that the gods haven’t returned to reduce Old New York into ash. His protection is a worthy investment.(R A C H N O P H O B I A (Scarecrow/Scorpion)M A N N E Q U I N (Ventriloquist/Doll maker)T I C K - T O C K (Mad Hatter/Calendar Man)Mayor Jonathan German (Arachnophobia) is the leader of the notorious gang that rules Old New York, The Black Scorpions. His second and third-in-command are Barton Weaker (Mannequin) and Jarvis Day (Ticktock). The Bronx and Manhattan is primarily under Mayor German’s control, while Queens is under Weaker’s and Brooklyn is under Day’s. Staten Island suffered the most during the war and is mostly uninhabitable except for a few stubborn and surviving colonies. The gang members under Arachnophobia are identified by the black scorpion tattoos, which are often on the right side of their neck, but has been known to be on the back or palm of their hands and wrists. The Mannequin controls dolls made from scrap and mannequins gathered from old stores. The mannequins resemble something from a bad nightmare for he has also been known to add human parts to them. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Among his mannequin army, he has thugs from Arachnophobia’s gang working under him as well. Ticktock’s group all don top hats. Some top hats are rigged to explode on a certain date if ever his members show disobedience. The best way for visitors to ON to survive is to pay their taxes and stay out of the Black Scorpion’s way. Keep a small reputation, get what you need, and get out. If you plan to be a permanent resident, then stay in the pecking order. Easier said than done for more visitors. Player Created Locations Sweet Crude- a small oil-producing town on the outskirts of Latvia. (Created by Brittany)Player Created NPCs This will be for NPCs created by players. They may be significant to their character’s story. TagCode: [Select][float left][IMG height=200 padding=5]Image[/IMG][/float left][b]Character Name:[/b] Until their name is discovered in game, refer to oneself as a title. For example: Vagabond, The Drifter, Nomad, Traveler, Visitor, Vigilante, etc. Try not to choose the same title as another person so we will know who you are referring to in game.[b]Location:[/b][b]Time/Date:[/b] (September 5046)[b]Tagging:[/b] Who is your character interacting with directly? [b]Mentioned:[/b] Who is your character thinking or talking about?[hr]IC Rules1. GM NPCs: GM NPCs are the named NPCs on the OP. A GM may also name a NPC during a GM scenario. Once a GM has named a NPC as their own, players are not permitted to control those characters. GM scenes are often controlled by the GM unless the GM controlling the scene states otherwise.2. Character Reputation: Reputation can become a problem in ON. If your character picks a fight with the Black Scorpion gang, then you can expect a GM situation to happen. If you weren’t intending for there to be a GM scene in reaction, then try to keep any conflicts you wish to create for your character with non-GM-controlled gang members. Otherwise, if you were hoping to trigger a GM scenario, then by all means, please proceed. Be careful about biting off more than you can chew. I explain this in rule 3.3. Biting Off More Than You Can Chew: Your character may seem like a big deal to you. However, they are not godly. If your character starts a situation that creates such a domino affect to have one of the gang leaders meeting with your character, and your character can’t handle the drama they put themselves in, then sorry. You now see why I created this rule. Do not bite off more than your character can chew. If you plan to go up against a group, then do it with a group of your own.4. Character Identification: I’ve been saying this throughout the entire game. Try not to reveal who your character is. Let the character be identified naturally in game. You know, it may happen in casual conversation. “Hey, what’s your name?” Even still, the character may only give their first name, and then you’re stuck with the first name. Character Sheets won’t be revealed until a character get to know each other.5. Game Rules: Rule 5 just asks you to re-read the game rules found on the Recruitment Thread page. Game Information on the World Tachyon (#msg14172461)Latvia (#msg14172514)Apologies (#msg14172539)AAU (#msg14172555)The Wasteland (#msg14172679)Other Links Recruitment Thread (( (Name: The Scoundrel(Name: The Courier Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 PM/September 5046Tagging:West Gate Guard Mentioned:None The Scoundrel cracked a window, her disgust plainly evident on her face as she watched the driver. The driver was a tiny little blonde thing, with a cherub’s nose and coke bottle glasses. She was a Courier out of Sweet Crude, a small oil producing town on the outskirts of Latvia. While Doom had little use for so primitive a power source as fossil fuel, there were quite a few settlements among the unaffiliated nomads that depended upon it. The Courier was usually hiding her face behind her hair and bashful, but she knew the Scoundrel well enough to not be particularly shy as she munched on a slab of jerked meat. She was the negotiator of the two of them, making deals and disarming people when she wasn’t driving the small tanker truck. The Courier worried at her jerky like a dog, the four wheel tanker swerving slightly on the dirt road to Old New York as the meat gave way. She chomped and smacked for a moment before taking note of the Scoundrel’s face. Cheerfully, she held out the ragged hunk of meat and offered, “You sure you don’t want a piece?”“No. I still have stale rations left.” The Scoundrel replied, resting her pistol in her lap so she could dig around with both hands into her pack. Stale flatbread and some dried fruit sounded bland, but she didn’t like to eat anything from Old New York or its neighboring villages. She’d heard about a guy who had eaten a slice of pork pie tainted with something, and he spent a week shivering in a corner, whimpering about “hogs eating him”. As the Scoundrel understood it, he never ate pork again. The Scoundrel enjoyed bacon far too much to risk that kind of bullshit. She looked back at the Courier, the tiny girl still enjoying her dried meat while she drove. The Courier caught her staring again and snorted playfully, “You should try some of the local cuisine! You don’t know what you’re missing!”“I don’t know? Neither do you! What is that do you think? I didn’t see any cows at that village! It could be raccoon asshole for all you know!”“It’s perfect...” Not really listening, she responded agreeably, wrestling another hunk off of the dried beef as the city loomed ever closer, “It’s all in the trinity of seasoning, I think! Salty, sweet, spicy!”“I’m not holding your hair if you get sick.”“I’m going to remember you said that the next time you’re hung over!” The Courier replied as they pulled up to the outpost gate. Heavily fortified, the Arachnophobia members who drew the short straw of keeping watch were almost always a skeleton crew. Usually just three at the service entrance, but it was also a public secret that German staffed it with at least one freak or meta-human. Even if it was bullshit, the third man was up on high in the lookout tower with his choice of precision sniper rifle or crowd controlling Gatling gun... and that was just the weaponry the Scoundrel could see. They might have some higher tech or explosives at arms reach. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, after all, its walls still remained unbroken even in the face of the four. As they arrived, they both kept their hands visible on the dash while the guard came up to them. Only when they were close to the window and had a clear view of the Courier did she reach into her shirt and pull out the rusted Scorpion medallion that offered safe passage to a merchant, “8,000 liters coming in from Sweet Crude. We’re expected!” (Name: The Grunt; The Loudmouth; and The Gunny Time/Date: 2:00PM/September 5046Tagging: The Scoundrel and The Courier Mentioned: N/The Wasteland was as hot and dry as usual. Dust coated the face and got into cracks most people didn’t know they had. The land was flat, and the West Guard could see the plumes of an approaching vehicle for a good mile before it actually squealed up to its gates. There were two guards on the ground standing before a cement tunnel extending 100 meters before an iron door. On the other side of the door, was once a river. It was dried up and cracked, leaving clay shards of dirt along its tan bed. There was an old steel bridge leading to Jersey City with holes that if one wasn’t too careful would cause a careless driver to plunge to their death. Some of the holes were poorly covered by boards to allow most motorbikes and pedestrians across. Big vehicles, which weren’t too common, had to carefully navigate around them. The Gunny with the Gatling gun was positioned on top of the cement tunnel in a wooden makeshift tower. He jerked the bolt back and directed the weapon on its bipod at the 8,000 liters VIED. A VIED was too primitive a tactic to give the guards caution. If a god had wanted to sack Old New York, he would have sent either a one-man army or an entire army. If it had been anyone else, well, the city wouldn’t have cared none. Three expendables were hardly a waste. The Loudmouth walked up to The Scoundrel’s window and his teeth unzipped across his face as his crazed hazel eyes seemed to lick up and down her body. He tapped an index finger against the glass and puckered his lips at her, making squelching sounds with them as though to provoke her into lowering her window. The Grunt who walked up to The Courier’s window had dark hair and black and white face paint. His blue eyes and white sclera stood out against the background of black solid stripes that descended from his hairline, down his eye sockets, and seemed to fade before touching the edges of his jaw. He was a tall guard, possibly 6’3” by the looks of it. His eyes settled on the scorpion medallion and without a word, he turned back toward his post at the gate and reached behind a cement jersey barrier to retrieve a wooden beam with a car side-mirror tied to it. The Loudmouth over-exuberantly exclaimed at the women, “You know the rules bitches! Out of the vehicle! We going to search it and was! Aha ha ha!” The searches weren’t entirely honest. The Black Scorpions were supposedly supposed to search the vehicle for dangerous explosives and devices. What they actually did was rob drivers and backpackers if they had anything deemed valuable and there was no one they could complain to get their belongings back. Weapons, ammunition, drugs, clothes, jewelry, magazines, canned food—all of those things had been stolen before. If the drivers resisted, well, they never made it into Jersey City nor Old New York, and no one really cared. Human life was hardly precious in The Waste. It was use or be used. The Grunt walked along the truck with the pathetic mirror stick, searching its underbelly for anything outrageous. (Name: The Scoundrel(Name:The Courier Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 PM/September 5046Tagging:Loudmouth and Grunt Mentioned:None The Courier kept her smile frozen in place, though the color had already drained from her face. She didn’t like the search points to begin with and here this Loudmouth was making the experience even more jarring. Her Scoundrel friend on the other hand seemed unaffected by the exchange, given that she had been scowling since well before they had arrived. It was easy to maintain the dirty look at this point as she adjusted her braids, before unlocking the car. The gesture was nonchalant, but it allowed her to knock the sharp pins that were hidden in her dreads onto the floor unseen. The last time she had come through and left them in for the search, they had made her pay for it. Better to get down the road, she rationalized... It behooved her to behave so they could get in, though she was fairly certain with her hand cannon, she could take out the Grunt and Loudmouth. The Courier on the other hand wasn’t nearly as calm in the face of the search. As the Scoundrel stepped down from the high rig, she could hear the Courier’s nervous breathing over the engine as her tall frame circled around the cab. She had left the gun on the seat and kept her hands high as she came up to the Courier’s side. The small blonde’s lip was trembling despite her frigid smile, and she let out a soft, “He... he... he...” like a nervous tick. The Scoundrel nodded to the Loudmouth as she came up to the Courier’s door, her hands still in plain sight, “Hey... she gets panic attacks. If you don’t want her throwing up in the cab, let me give her her inhaler.” She reached into her breast pocket slowly, drawing out the smooth plastic device. The Courier’s nervous giggle slowed at the mere sight of it, and she gratefully snatched it away to take a few puffs. The blonde calmed down quickly, stepping out of the cab as her heart rate slowed. She took the Scoundrels lead and held up her hands, the top of her head only coming up mid-breast to the taller woman. The Courier still clutched a hunk of jerky in one hand, though she’d had the forethought to pocket her inhaler. The Scoundrel shot her a sidelong glance, before muttering for Loudmouth’s benefit, “Sorry, squire... She’s been like that ever since she slept with that farmer with the boils on his face.” The Courier was usually easy to read, and her innocent face would have betrayed the lie except for the fact she had just taken a puff from her inhaler. Scoundrel could deal with a guard taking a few liberties, but her driver was a little too delicate for manhandling. Hopefully he’d keep his hands above the clothing if he thought the Courier was hiding boils in her panties. Meanwhile, the Scoundrel suspected she was about to lose her tobacco bag and hand cannon. She usually left a weapon and an “offering” in plain sight at the search point as it made her look like a bumpkin. It usually discouraged them from looking too hard through the cab for the other two firearms. The tithe was even steeper on the way out when they had to let them sift through the trade goods they’d been paid for the oil. Cost of doing business, the Scoundrel supposed. She knew the Grunt wouldn’t find anything however as they were running a legit oil run. (Name: The Grunt; The Loudmouth; and The Gunny Time/Date: 2:00PM/September 5046Tagging: The Scoundrel and The Courier Mentioned: N/The Loudmouth was grinning eagerly when he watched The Scoundrel dismount the fuel truck. He followed her around to The Courier’s side. He tilted his head a little and arched a brow. “Is she all right?” he asked. The Scoundrel answered him, informing him about panic attacks.“For the love of…” The Loudmouth muttered irritably. He gazed at the tender exchange with the corner of his lip arched in disgust. “I’m surprised such a frail thing is still alive.” Loudmouth approached the women as they held up their hands. He started with The Scoundrel. He raked his fingers through her colorful dreads with a lewd grin. His tongue was clenched between his teeth as his eyes rolled down her spine to her rump. He listened as The Scoundrel explained the story about why The Courier was so timid. “Is that right?” he didn’t sound like he cared. As his hands grasped along The Scoundrel’s arms and closed onto the sides of her torso. His hands found her breasts and cupped them. He leaned close to her ear and muttered, “Her mouth looks like it still works. How ‘bout you and I get in the cab, and then after, she can puff on my inhaler.” The Grunt was coming around the back of the fuel truck toward the front with his mirror stick. When he reached the open passenger door, he set the stick aside and climbed inside the cab to begin inspecting its interior. (Name: The Scoundrel(Name:The Courier Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 PM/September 5046Tagging:Loudmouth and Grunt Mentioned:None The Courier watched the exchange wordlessly, a silent mantra going through her head, “Please don’t... please don’t...” She took long slow breaths as if she was about to be sick. The Scoundrel on the other hand, managed to hide her disgust completely as he cupped her breast.“Hah... a little too well. Like a dumb animal, she gets so scared she seizes. I’ve seen her bite through a plank before and almost swallow her tongue.” The Scoundrel replied as he came in close to her. She arched gently into his grasp, pushing herself against him as her warm breath tickled across his ear, “Besides, your balls will be as empty as her head if you get in the cab with me. I don’t know how she survived, but I did because I know how to make friends. If it gets us down the road, I can be so friendly you walk with a limp for the next two days, big guy...” The Courier watched the Grunt nervously as he continued his search, still clutching the beef jerky as she silently pleaded. He was just as much a stranger as Loudmouth but at least he wasn’t threatening them with rape at the moment. She liked to believe the best in people. Meanwhile, Scoundrel was worried that Loudmouth might be one of those shit sipping sadistic types that really only got off when his prey was screaming. If that was the case, she’d overplayed her hand and the Courier was probably the more attractive target. The Scoundrel hoped not... if it went that way, she’d kill them all and that wasn’t great for business. (Name: The Grunt (Skull); The Loudmouth; and The Gunny (Houston)Time/Date: 2:00PM/September 5046Tagging: The Scoundrel and The Courier Mentioned: N/The Gunny kept his gun aimed at the women on the ground. The Loudmouth giggled in excitement at The Scoundrel’s naughty sass. His hands left her breasts and slid down her sides to grasp her hips. He pressed his crotch up against her bottom, letting her feel how hard she was making him. At her breathy teasing against his ear, he returned, his breath not at all pleasant. Something must have died in his mouth for the rank could have made anyone’s stomach turn. His yellowed and black-spotted teeth were unsheathed from behind his lips as he spoke through a smile, “I’ll take ya up on that darlin’. But we’d see who’d make who limp. There’s two of’ us, maybe three if Houston (The Gunny) weren’t up there on the tower.” The Loudmouth turned his head to yell at his face-painted friend. “Skull! The girl’s offerin’ her cunt. You want some? I can let you have’er when I’m done wit’er.” All that was seen of “Skull” (The Grunt) were his booted feet upon the stepladder of the cab. He was holding a small pin in one hand and the pistol in the other, inspecting the weapon and object. There were a few other things in the vehicle that he saw, food mostly. He popped open the glove compartment, finding travel trash and more snacks in it. Closing it, he ran his hand underneath it and his brows rose a little when he reached far in the back. In the back was a weapon. He ran his fingers across it as his mind detailed a picture. It hadn’t been a normal gun.“Skull! You dumbass. We got free pussy out here ya want some?” Skull turned his ear to The Loudmouth’s shouting, and he's retracting his hand from the weapon as he decided to leave it there. He found a bag of tobacco tucked under the seat, and as much as he had wanted to steal a bit from the bag, he didn’t.“SKULL!” A voice calmly though raised left the fuel truck: “Shut your fuckin’ mouth. I don’t want none of your leftovers.”“Well hurry the fuck-up then. We’re going to fuck in there when you’re done. The bitch says the other girl got into a fella with a disease.” Refraining from mentioning the details about her bite force, The Loudmouth added, “Her pussy may be rotten but her mouth good. She’ll clean your cock!” The Loudmouth finished sliding his hands between The Scoundrel’s legs and feeling her left leg down to her ankle before finishing with her right.“You finished searchin’ them yet?” Skull asked.“I got just the other girl left!”“Stop talkin’ and search the other girl then.”“I am!” The Loudmouth scowled like an irritable child. He walked over to The Courier next and wove his fingers into her hair. He smiled, feeling the downy layers against his fingers versus the rough tails of the other woman’s dreads. It felt nice. He even clenched his fist gently in her hair, wondering what it would feel like forcing her head down upon his dick.“I hope you bite his dick off,” he told the girl. “You got nice hair. I could run my hand through your hair all day.” (Name: The Scoundrel(Name:The Courier Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 PM/September 5046Tagging:Loudmouth and Grunt Mentioned:None Courier let him run his fingers through her hair, trembling as she mouthed something over and over again like a prayer. As he clenched his fist slowly around her hair, she tensed and opened her mouth as if about to say something but all that escaped was her nervous laugh. She took another deep puff from her inhaler, giving Loudmouth a pretty good idea of what her cheeks would look like while she was sucking a cock. The Scoundrel meanwhile watched nervously, trying to keep an eye on the Loudmouth situation AND Skull. She hoped he hadn’t found her hidden guns, because if things went a little too rough she liked having options. “At least the Courier was behaving herself...”, Scoundrel thought a moment before the Courier opened her mouth. She turned her eyes up to Loudmouth as he stroked her hair, her goggles catching the afternoon sun as she looked sadly into his eyes, “Let me ask you... Is this the man you woke up this morning wanting to be?” The Scoundrel wanted to rest her face in the palm of her hand, but unfortunately had to keep her hands where Houston could see them. The Courier was at it again, talking to a fucking marauder like a kid she’d caught reading a nudge magazine, “I told you she was kind of crazy...”“Are you so hopeless that this is where you are? Living to skim off of people bringing resources... There has to be something better in your life, because this doesn’t seem like it’s worth waking up for!” She murmured while the Scoundrel shook her head slightly at her, as if to discourage this line of discussion. The Courier was NOT the most realistic when it came to dealing with people. It was almost cute, until it became dangerous... (Name:The Minotaur Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 pm/September 5046Tagging:Courier, Scoundrel, Loudmouth, Grunt and Gunny Mentioned:All of the above"Of! Do I need to pick this thing up and carry it through the gates to get into the city? It's too damned hot to be lollygagging!" The voice came from behind the truck. It was too loud and too deep to have come from a human throat. The speaker didn't care if Loudmouth wanted to get fucked by the Scoundrel or have his dick sucked by the Courier. Or was it the Grunt? He was a weary traveler, and he couldn't be bothered trying to tell them apart. Only one of the three held any interest to him, and for good reason. He waved at Gunny, who had now turned his full attention, as well as his Gatling gun, towards the new arrival and for good reason. Twenty feet of ugly, crammed into a ten-foot body. That is how someone had once described him. They weren't far off. He certainly wasn't what you'd call classically attractive, unless you were referring to statuary. He'd also been described as twenty feet of muscle crammed into a ten-foot body as well and that was just as accurate. His muscles bulged. His neck was thicker that the Courier's waist and his arms dwarfed her entire body. Even all this was not the most impressive part. Crowning his head were two gleaming black horns that added a full three feet to his height. No one who looked at him would have called him anything other than a Minotaur. He wore a heavy leather kilt that fell almost to his knees and a black leather vest that didn't even come close to closing over his massive chest. He let go of the handles of the cart he'd been pushing and reached thick fingers up to adjust the enormous pick he had slung over one shoulder. Furthermore, he'd been walking for days. The only sign of it was the dust that coated him and the shortness of his temper. He'd miscalculated the amount of water he'd needed for the trip and hadn't had a drop in over a day. Inside the city there was shade and water, both available for a price. Everything had a price in this hellhole. He'd come here to do many things, not the least of which was earned a little coin. He had brought two things that he'd figured would be sought after; a cart very carefully loaded with pottery, and his pick. There were few places in what was left of the world that could do without manual labor and the Minotaur knew of no one that could outwork him. Certainly there were those who could, but they held ranks high enough that he'd rarely seen and certainly hadn't met them. They rarely got their hands dirty unless they chose to and even then it was more likely that their hands would be stained with blood rather than dirt or sweat. One day, perhaps he would be able to join them and look down on the rest of the world and sneer. Certainly that day wasn't today. Today, there was a truck standing between him and something cold to drink, and he was beginning to seriously contemplate going around, over or through it." Somebody is going to owe me a drink for making me wait!" (Name: The Grunt (Skull); The Loudmouth; and The Gunny (Houston)Time/Date: 2:00PM/September 5046Tagging: The Scoundrel, The Courier, and The Minotaur Mentioned: N/The Loudmouth giggled impishly, hearing The Courier's nervous laugh. His hand released her hair and his hands creeped around her sides, fingers curling in a playful ripple about her breast. He watched her suck on her inhaler. She was trembling like a fawn, and it was killing his hard-on. When the Courier turned her head to gaze upon him, the Loudmouth took a cautious step back. Let me ask you... Is this the man you woke up this morning wanting to be? The Loudmouth blinked stupidly as though confused by her question: “What the fuck?” I told you she was kind of crazy… Are you so hopeless that this is where you are? Living to skim off of people bringing resources... There has to be something better in your life, because this doesn’t seem like it’s worth waking up for! The Loudmouth gazed down at his crotch, seeing that the bulge had receded. “Fuck! She is a talker. I lost my wood! SKULL! Come put your dick in this bitch’s mouth!” Skull was sliding his fingers between a discrete seam cut into the passenger seat. His fingers sunk inside it until they felt the metal of another weapon.“SKU-ooh…” Loudmouth’s jaw fell at the booming voice and sight of the creature that suddenly emerged from behind the fuel truck. He no longer thought about sex then as he watched the giant cow with a cart...it was the strangest thing he had ever seen.“SKULL!” Loudmouth screamed once he gathered his wits. Skull was already watching the chest of a Eastman passing by the truck in silent, parted lip, awe. He was wondering what to make of it. Was it a mutant from The Waste or one of Daresay’s apostles? The “A” word was a banned word in Old New York. Even whispering “apostle” could light a small fire that could spread wildly into chaos. The Loudmouth gazed up at the Minotaur and held out his hand pathetically in halt. He raised it, then lowered it, and then raised it again. His hand was trembling more than the Courier had.“Halt! You have to wait yer turn. W-where you from any ways? What god you serve?” Loudmouth demanded. (Name:The Minotaur Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 pm/September 5046Tagging:Courier, Scoundrel, Loudmouth, Grunt and Gunny Mentioned:All the above The Minotaur stopped just short of where Skull's hand would have touched his flesh. He looked down. He took in a deep breath through his nostrils, very cleanly sniffing. When his lungs were full, he snorted." I'll wait my turn, but I'll be damned if I wait for your friend there to get busy with a girl who quite clearly prefers other company,"he said, frowning at Loudmouth." He stinks like a randy goat, and she stinks like a scared rabbit." The large pick slid off his shoulder and hit the ground with a resounding 'CLANK'. It didn't seem like it had been intended to show off the size of the digging tool or as any kind of threat but then again it had been done so casually by a being so large that lesser men might misinterpret it. He might have been preparing to tear Loudmouth's head off his shoulders, or he might just have been tired to standing there holding it." I come from Labyrinth, friend, although most call it Maze. It's been a long walk and I have a powerful thirst. I've come with goods to trade and seeking honest work. I've heard that there are tunnels to be dug out from when the city was new and there are no better diggers than me. The earth and I get along, you see. What others see as dirt, I see as something that needs to feel the touch of the other three elements, fire, water and air, so that it can go from useless to useful." He pulled the heavy cover off the cart, showing a wide variety of pottery, each piece shaped and painted by a master in a dazzling range of colors." That's a damned personal question to as so bluntly, friend,"the Minotaur replied, his tone still suggesting he carried nothing but goodwill." But I'm used to people losing their manners around me. I'll tell you the answer, if you'll move this stinking machine out of my path and let me through. I serve two gods, although I've been told a man can only serve one master with any degree of faith. Furthermore, I serve the almighty dollar and I serve Doom." It might have been an announcement of his faith, or it could have been a warning that people were going to die horribly. In either case, his lips pulled back in what could be described as anything from a cheerful smile to a baring of teeth. Only his relaxed posture showed that he had no intention of starting trouble. (Name: The Scoundrel(Name:The Courier Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 PM/September 5046Tagging:Loudmouth and Minotaur Mentioned:None The Scoundrel was at a loss for words at the approach of the Minotaur. The Courier on the other hand seemed to almost expect it, a soft smile on her lips as she looked at the Loudmouth. It was either the serene grin of a true believer whose faith had been vindicated... or a weird chick who had just inhaled a lot of tranquilizers. Maybe a little column A and B...“... so. I’m not one to tell you your job, but maybe you should let us get on our way and out of his.” The Scoundrel murmured out of the side of her mouth, her hands still up throughout. Fortune definitely smiled for once, as she was pretty sure there was going to be a killing or some hurried toll-sex. The Courier waved cheerfully back to the Minotaur, before remembering her manners while under a Gatling gun scope and keeping her hands stationary again, “I will absolutely buy a few rounds for one of Doom’s faithful!” (Name: The Grunt (Skull); The Loudmouth; and The Gunny (Houston)Time/Date: 2:00PM/September 5046Tagging: The Scoundrel, The Courier, and The Minotaur Mentioned: N/Aloud Mouth had felt a micron of relief when the hulking cow lowered his...tool or blunt weapon--it was hard to tell for the beast seemed so angry. The Minotaur proclaimed his loyalty to Doom, and even he and Skull felt a little more relaxed. Doom seemed to be the most popular of The Four. The others seemed to be on a path of destruction or manipulation. Loudmouth was frustrated as he glanced from the cow to The Scoundrel.... so. I’m not one to tell you your job, but maybe you should let us get on our way and out of his. Loudmouth went red in the face and faced her and her vibrant dreadlocks. “You said we’d fuck! Now you're trying get out of it!” Skull climbed down from the truck and as he walked around The Minotaur's massive frame, he gazed up at him as though examining a large statue. That was a whole gotta beef. As he passed The Scoundrel, The Courier, and Loudmouth, he waved off Houston on the tower. Loudmouth watched Skull with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “What thehellare you doin’?” Loudmouth demanded. Skull stepped up to the end of an orange and white toll arm, and pushed down on the end to raise it. “Letting them pass,” Skull answered.”You were going to get your dick sucked though!” Skull remained where he stood, pushing down the one end of the toll arm to raise it. Once the arm was near completely vertical, he rested his boot upon the end and gazed nonchalantly over at Loudmouth.“We can stop the next one,” he told him. Loudmouth gazed back at Scoundrel and the Courier, feeling like he was missing out on an amazing opportunity. He shook his head not liking the idea. “New...NEW MAN! NEW!” He ran over to Skull and attempted to push him off the toll arm. Skull’s face became tense with anger. His blue eyes were livid through the black paint streaking his face. He pressed his palm against Loudmouth’s face and pushed him back as he growled a warning, “You better fuck off before you ain't gotta dick left.”“Fuck you! You fuckin’ queer boy!” Skull continued to hold Loudmouth at arm’s length by his face as he swung his fists at the air and threw a tantrum." You ain't got a toll from them neither! I'm tellin' the boss!" (Name:The Minotaur Location:West Gate, Old New York Time/Date:2:00 pm/September 5046Tagging:Courier, Scoundrel, Loudmouth, Grunt and Gunny Mentioned:Most of the above The Minotaur smiled and nodded to the Courier." I'll gladly collect on that offer of a drink,"he said." Now, if these two will stop fighting long enough to collect my toll, we can all move back into the shade and get on with enjoying our day." Enormous hands reached into the cart and pulled out a bag that might have looked large in the grip of another creature. He slowly lowered it between Skull and the Loudmouth." Hey now boys. Let's not have any bloodshed here today, even if it is accidental. Here's your toll. It should be enough to pay for me and my cart, plus a little extra. Not sure if it will pay for all the fuel truck's toll, but it's a start. Try not to hit it. Everything inside is breakable." The sack contained a mixed lot of pottery, plates, mugs, bowl and a pitcher or two. Several were edged with what looked like a shiny yellow metal. It wasn't gold, but it certainly looked like it. The pottery wasn't his best work, in fact some of it he'd rejected as being flawed in some way, but it would take a potter's eye to see the errors. Using the cast-offs to pay his toll killed two birds with one stone; he got rid of the rejects and got some value out of them anyway." Yes, I know I pay a tax on what money I take out of the city. I might even see you all on the way out."

Fictional Earth 019346_ SoA (DC_Marvel) - Old New York [IC (Always Accepting)]|rating:3.0

Lost Mines of Phandelver

You were in the city of Never winter when your dwarf patron and friend, Hundred Rock seeker, hired you to escort a wagon to Handling. Gundren has gone ahead with a warrior, Silver Hall winter, to attend to business in the town, while the five of you follow with the supplies. You will be paid 10 GP each by the owner of Earthen's Provisions in Handling, when you deliver the wagon safely to that trading post. The city of Never winter, a dwarf named Hundred Rock seeker asked you to bring a wagon load of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Handling, a couple of days' travel southeast of the city. Hundred was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found "something big," and that he'd pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Earthen's Provisions, a trading post in Handling. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Silver Haliwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business." You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Never winter, and you've just recently veered east along the Tribal Trail. You've encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail. RolanderThe young paladin of Form was happy and satisfied as he walked along the Tribal Trail with his new companions. Not to be doing something as mundane as guarding a trader's goods, but to be journeying through wilder lands, to be away from crowded Water deep, away from his money grubbing relatives. Anything could happen out here. This was how great journeys began. It seemed as good a time as any to get to know his new companions, they might end up with each other's life in their hands after all." Tell me Dace,"He said to the cleric as they walked along the trail, Who is your divine patron? I tell you freely that I follow the teachings of Form. Perhaps I'm being too forward and won't blame you if you don't wish to share, but I've always been curious about such things." DacenDacen trudged along, arms crossed and slightly hunched, looking this was and that every so often. Being away from the city was abnormal for him. Especially for this long. Having companions was likely as abnormal. Having companions he likely didn't need to worry about betraying him, was unheard of. He tried relaxing, but old habits and all of that. The paladin made him most uneasy, and the question set him on edge for a moment. He hesitated in answering, but decided that he was going to need to eventually. Shoving his hand into his pocket, he drew out an amulet depicting a six point snowflake." Auril, the Ice Goddess. She answered my prayers, she got my service." He answers, shoving the amulet back into his pocket. He hoped the answer was enough to hold off any more questions, still his next several strides angled him another foot away from the man. Allyson Allyson walks on the left side of the cart. Her eyes continually scan the road ahead and then dart to her pack, which was stowed on the same side of the cart that she was walking on, to make sure no one was trying to take her things. Old habits die hard she thinks to herself, as she checks her pack yet again. She didn't really know her companions that well, but 10 gold was a lot of money for something as simple as escorting a caravan on a two-day trip... and a good excuse to get out of the city after her last job... she is broken out of her contemplation as the paladin tries to start up a conversation. She wasn't too sure about working with the paladin, Colander. He had the air of nobility about him, his overall bearing, and now his open admission of serving Form, perhaps the most lawful of the gods. She didn't necessarily like him, but he was the easiest of the four for her to figure out. The high elf, Ariel was another she was unsure of. Her kind in general weren't fond of wood elves or half-elves, and Allyson's even heritage came from her wood elf father. Also, the mage had an appetite. Seeing someone eat like that always made Allyson uncomfortable, as food was always scarce in her childhood days. To this day she still ate little and usually saved something for later, just in case. Her hand moved to her cloak pocket to check the biscuit that she had stashed there at breakfast was still there, it was. She noted the cleric, Dace's, short response to Colander's question and quickly pulled up her hood to hide her shock at the mention of April, the ice goddess, despite that she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She had never encountered an Aurélie before, but she had heard rumors aplenty. The druid, Thermal, seemed more to her liking, with the except of his dogs. She wasn't a big fan of dogs, since she had to fight for food against them in the alleyways of her youth and more recently had to run and climb to escape them after liberating something from their owners. But that was before she had learned to feed a dog sedative before her liberation attempts. All in all this was about as motley of a group as she had ever seen, but at least the trip was almost over, and she'd be 10 gold richer... The pudgy, blonde moon elf strolled along with light steps as she admired the surrounding scenery. She'd been quite thus far in the trip, preferring to listen to sounds of nature and conversations of the other travelers. When a conversation starts up between the holy warrior and the reluctant priest, however, she decides to chime in." Religion falls a bit outside the areas of my expertise. Why don't you tell me a bit about this Form, Colander?" Colander"April, you say?" Rolander says, stammering a bit." Well, that should keep us warm if we're ever stuck in a blizzard together. Thank you for sharing." The paladin is a bit taken aback, but attempts to mask it. A follower of one of the Gods of Fury. I must be judicious. I will judge him by his actions, but I will also be aware, he thinks."Oh, gladly." He says to the wizard." Torm is the God of righteousness. He is the greatest champion of what is good and true among all the gods. He is also the God of duty. Furthermore, he teaches that all who are able must strive to protect whoever is in need. That we must be prepared to give our very life, as he did, to any worthy cause." Ariel continues to walk along, nodding as she listens to the Paladin speak. One of her eyebrows quirks upward at a particular phrase he uses, and she asks,"As he did... do you mean to say that your God has died before? That sounds rather odd, doesn't it?" Colander"Odd? Yes, I suppose it is." Rolander says with amusement." But it's true,"He adds." Over a century ago, before the Spell plague, there was a so-called "Time of Troubles". The gods themselves walked the Realms, reduced in stature, but still powerful. In a city far to the east, the evil god Bane and Form clashed. Though Bane outstripped him in power, Form managed to destroy him by sacrificing himself and the willing sacrifice of many of his followers. That would have been the end, but a power beyond even the gods saw the sacrifice of the Form and was moved to return him to life. Form did not know he would be returned, but he did not hesitate to give his life. We should all be ready to die the same way in defense of a worthy cause." "Kind of unfair if you think about it. A lot of gods die doing "good" for the world, yet only he gets to come back." Dacen injects, though he mentally kicks himself for not helping with his making friends by such a comment. RolanderRolander looks thoughtful for a bit before answering Dace." It's true that much is unfair in life. Good may die and evil may prosper. I was born to privilege, others to hardship. I've sworn to repay my lucky birth with service. Fairness is something I seek to bring wherever I can. But mortals will always fall short of perfection." The paladin chuckles a bit and continues,"It seems gods have a hard time staying dead. Many have returned. Including that tyrant Bane." Allyson"All this talk of gods..." Allyson pauses for a moment before continuing,"...gods are well and good, but they tend to have bigger things to worry about. The common person wants for full belly and shelter over their heads." Dace chuckles at Allyson's thoughts, nodding in agreement,"Half-full and pleasant enough weather would even suffice if shelter can't be provided." Thermal walked alongside his dogs, occasionally scratching their heads, just behind the ears (their favorite spot, so they said). He watched as Manana sniffed the air for what he assumed to be a rabbit, or maybe a groundhog, if he could find such a creature all the way out here. Therdan tended to the solitary life, but he needed the coin, and an excuse to come to a new city. He grew tired of staying in the same place for too long, so this was a good reason to relocate." I would have to agree with the young lass. Gods are well and good, but not all gods are interested in common folk. I do my best to honor any god who would look to preserve nature, but I do not align myself with any of them." He kept walking, keeping an eye on his dogs, and an eye on the horses, just in case." Manannan,"His ears perked up, showing that yes, he was listening." Stay here." Manannan's ears drooped. He was very much looking forward to chasing that mysterious smell. Therdan chuckled, and looked around to spot if anyone suspicious was close to them. You've been on the Tribal Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side. Thermal stops, hefts his shield into his left hand, and takes a spear in his right, then looks around(1d20+6)[19]and uses a spell to speak to his dogs, and see what they sense Spoiler: Spell Hide Thermal uses Speak with Animals at LVL 1 -1 LVL 1 spell 1 LVL 1 spell left 2 can trips left Rolls for dogs to see what they sense Manana (2d20b1)[13] (+5 for perception) 18 Mac LIR (2d20b1)[6] (+5 for perception) 11 RolanderRolander unlimbers his shield and takes a javelin into his right hand." Someone met with an ambush here and we may be next. Ware the woods"He takes stock of the area, scanning especially the slopes along the trail. Spoiler: Perception Hide (1d20+4)[8] Dace crouches low and scans the surroundings. As he does this, he quietly loads his light crossbow. Once that is done, he holds it in one hand, and takes the shield in the other. While small, the crossbow couldn't be shot with one hand, but he figured better dropping the shield before shooting, than being shot so he couldn't shoot. Once finished, he looks back to the group,"I'm going to take a look."he says in hushed tones. Spoiler: Investigation / Perception Hide I'm not sure with having the Observant feat if roll ever is really needed. 15 + mod + proficiency will be hard to beat, but here goes. Investigation (1d20+2)[13] (Passive = 17) Perception (1d20+5)[24] (Passive = 20) Allyson"Let's see if we can get the drop on them...shall we?" Allyson says, as she runs off into the woods and quickly disappears into the foliage there. Spoiler: actions Hide Allyson will move to into the woods and attempt to hide. Active Stealth:(1d20+6)[21] She will take her bow off her back and knock an arrow, as she moves forward at half speed, looking for trouble. Active Perception:(1d20+6)[7] Passive:16 Ariel stays behind the others, eyes and ears alert to potential danger. Perception - (1d20+3)[12] Most of you identify the horses as belonging to Hundred Rock seeker and Silver Hall winter. The saddlebags have been looted. Nearby lies an empty leather map case. As soon as you approach and start scanning the area, four goblins jump out of a nearby bush. Spoiler: Fight Hide Roll for initiative. Allyson is hidden. Upon seeing the goblins, Ariel prepares to fight! Initiative - (1d20+2)[3] Noticing the goblins burst forward, Dace drops his crossbow, draws his sword and readies himself. Initiative - (1d20+2)[18] RolanderInitiative:(1d20)[5]Seeing the goblins come out, Colander prepares to hurl his javelin at the biggest, or just the closest if they're indistinguishable. Allyson Initiative:(1d20+3)[6] Initiative:(1d20+2)[3]Thermal moves between the goblins and his dogs, but is ready to order them to attack if things start to look sour. He readies his spear and raises his shield, letting the goblins come to him Goblin 2 shoots an arrow at Dacenshortbow - (1d20+4)[7]damage - (1d6+2)[4]Initiative Stack1 - Goblin 22 - Dacen3 - Goblins 1, 3 and 44 - Everyone else. Allyson on Stealth mode. Dace rushes into the middle of the goblin mass. Rather than swinging, he is casting a spell. When in as much of the center as he possibly can, he lets the spell free, a giant booming sound can be heard for 300' and a blast of freezing cold spreads out from him in 15' in all direction. Spoiler: Thunder wave Hide Damage - (2d8)[8] + pushed 10' away. DC= 13 Constitution, successful halves the damage and prevents being pushed away. Any unsecured objects in the area are also pushed away 10' Goblins 1 and 2, who were wielding short bows get blown away and black out. They won't be a problem anymore. Goblins 3 and 4 also get damaged by the blow as well and drop their scimitars, but seem to be conscious. They pick up their weapons and try to put themselves together. Initiative Stack1 - Goblin 2- dead2 - Dacen3 - Goblins 3 and 44 - Everyone else. Allyson on Stealth mode. RolanderRolander hurls his javelin at one of the goblins, hoping to catch it before it can recover. He then draws his sword and closes in. Spoiler: Attack Hide Attacking Goblin 3: (1d20+2)[16] Javelin Damage: (1d6+3)[5] Goblin 3 gets stabbed in the heart, shrieks for a moment and drops dead. The last goblin suddenly changes his attitude completely. Every one of you is sure he will try to run away. Thermal casts Charm Person at the fleeing goblin. Spoiler: Spell Hide Charm Person at LVL 1 no LVL 1 spells left 2 can trips left Goblin 4 must make a Wisdom check with advantage at DC 14 or regard Thermal and his allies as friendly for 1 hour, or until someone hits it Allyson Allyson draws the bow string with knocked arrow back to her chin, aiming at the last goblin. She is standing perfectly still, exhaling her breath slowly, preparing for her shot. If the goblin tries to run away she will make sure it doesn't get far. Spoiler: action rolls if needed Hide Basically I'm readying my action vs fleeing. Attack the last goblin (w/advantage) (1d20+5)[22] (1d20+5)[13] for (1d6+3)[8] damage, plus (1d6)[4] sneak attack damage. The goblin suddenly stops, turns to face you and smiles,"Friends?" Spoiler: Fight's over Hide Each of you gets 40xp for defeating the goblins. Thermal smiles back"Yes, friends. Your other goblin buddies must have run off. Can you tell me where the two people who were on those horses ran off to? They are also friends of ours, and it would be greatly appreciated."(Thermal holds up a gold piece -obviously a bribe-hoping to entice the goblin with the shiny stuff they all like) Allyson Allyson slowly releases the tension from her bow, and places the arrow back in her quiver. She then walks out of the overgrowth and rejoins the group. "Yes, friend. Dwarf and him map was brought to King Grow!! Other human there too, in eating cave." Colander"That was quick and efficient." Rolander observes." I'm pleased to be with such a skilled group of companions." He smiles and waves at the goblin." Always good to make a new friend." Although sure they're empty, Colander checks the saddlebags and map case." Can he take us to this King Roll?" Thermal nods, then kneels down to the goblin's height. Friend goblin, can you take us to where our other friends are? It is very important to us that they remain alive. Dace walks to his crossbow and checks it over to make sure it wasn't damaged. He then walked over to the goblins that had fallen to his spell and drew a * on each with blue chalk. He looked around, self-conscious as he did, before returning to the wagon to check to make sure nothing had come loose. Furthermore, he looked uncomfortably in the living goblin. RolanderWhat is he doing with that chalk? Rolander wonders within at Dace's actions. An offering to April? The thought made the paladin uncomfortable, but he held his peace and listened to the goblin's answers instead. He also takes a moment to retrieve his javelin from the other goblin's heart. With the fight over before it started, Ariel relaxes, letting go of the incantation she was about to unleash on the goblins, and admiring the surprising use of a charm by a non-Enchanter. Listening in on the conversation in progress, she suggests,"Perhaps you should ask your new friend how many others there are, and if there is anyone besides our companions and a few goblins present." Thermal whispers into Ariel's ear, to make sure his new "friend" could not hear." I only have him for an hour, we must make the most of it. If he is willing to lead us, I will ask on the way." "Yes, I take you. Come, come. "The goblin motions you to follow him. Please describe what you redoing with the wagon and if you choose to follow the goblin, describe your marching order and special precautions. "I can tie up the horses, we may want to leave the cart somewhere safe for now. Goblin, how many more of you are in these woods?" Therdan would prefer to be in the second row, behind someone rather beefy, ready to back them up if needed. Colander"Normally I would be loath to leave the goods here undefended, but as their owner is currently in need of rescue, I'm sure he'll understand. Let's just move the cart out of the middle of the trail." Rolander seemed energized and happy. Rescuing people from goblins felt like exactly the sort of thing he should be doing." I can take the lead. Behind our excellent new friend here. I'll even take his sword and bow so he can concentrate on showing us the right path" Dace allows those following the goblin to go before him. Taking up the rear. Ariel follows along, making her way to the middle of the group as they follow the goblin in search of the missing Caravaned. Allyson Allyson will walk stealthily through the woods off to the side of the party. Spoiler: stealth roll Hide (1d20+6)[21] As the goblin leads you through a hidden trail behind thickets on the north side of the road, he tells you there should be about 20 goblins in his lair. About 10 minutes after heading down the trail, the goblin warns you to avoid a hidden snare trap. Another 10 minutes, and he motions you to stop as he unveils a camouflaged pit trap. Eventually, you come across a large cave in a hillside five miles from the scene of the ambush. A shallow stream flows out of the cave mouth, which is screened by dense briar thickets. A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream." We almost here now. I friends must be close." Thermal moves up next to Colander"Goblin, I have several questions that I need you to answer, then you may be on your way. You said that there are about 20 of your friends in there. Are there perhaps any guards? Also, I must know the location of our friends, as well as your king." He hands the goblin a coin for his troubles"After that, you may want to clear out of here, maybe run to the foothills. I have a feeling that there will be some warring among this clan." Therdan then turns his attention to the cave. Smiling, he puts his spear on his back, and casts a flame in his right hand." If anyone has a torch, I can light it. Otherwise, this will provide ample light for us. Dogs, stay, hide. Manannan and Mac LIR know what to do. On command, they move to the edge of the forest, in the low light, and hide, laying down behind the bushes. Spoiler: Spell Hide Thermal casts Produce Flame. The flame is conjured into his right hand, and will provide bright light for 10ft, and dim light for an additional 10ft. He can also throw it for 1d8dmg if it hits. "Yes. Rico and Motif maybe outside guarding. Dwarf and him map are with King Grow. Human companion is in eating cave, inside... You say I go away? Where we are? Near dead horses?" Allyson Well if there are some 'friends' here, let me see if I can find them... Allyson moves off into the foliage and disappears, looking for any more goblins that might be in the area. Spoiler: stealth roll Hide (1d20+7)[10] On the east side of the stream flowing from the cave mouth, a small area in the briar thickets has been hollowed out to form a lookout post or blind. Wooden planks flatten out the briars and provide room for guards to lie hidden and watch the area-including a pair of goblins lurking there right now! Allyson Allyson returns to the group and alerts them to the presence of the two goblins in a hushed voice." There are two goblins on the east side, guarding the entrance. They don't seem to have noticed us yet. How would you like to proceed? "No, no, not towards the path. Get as far away from the path and this cave as you can. You'll only be safe there." I would vote that we give them a little surprise. I can throw a spear or two if you can hit them at their backs. Dace, what spells have you prepared? I wish not to damage the forest with fire." RolanderThe paladin takes up one of his javelins and speaks up,"Hitting them with a sudden volley may be all we need. If there are only two, we may get lucky and silence both before they can alert any within. Spells may need to be saved for trouble later on." "This is true. I have my can trips prepared, but I have no spells left. I do, however, have several other spears with my dogs. Should you throw one, mine will follow." I have another cold strike (thunder wave) or I can create a dense fog cloud. Perhaps I can sneak close and you guys draw them out, get a bunch in one blast. Otherwise, just some healing and stuff. A big bolt, but would only hit one guy. Probably not worth it against a group. Thermal calls his dogs back over with a quiet whistle, and takes another spear from Manana's back." I shall throw mine behind yours." When you are ready, You all get a surprise round against the two goblins. RolanderAfter a quick nod at his companions, Colander steps up to the edge of the stream and hurls a javelin at the inattentive goblin lookouts. Spoiler: Combat Actions Hide Initiative: (1d20)[5] Ranged ATT: (1d20+2)[8] Javelin DMG: (1d6+3)[8] Allyson Allyson sneaks back into the overgrowth and following the paladin's lead fires her short bow at the nearest goblin. Spoiler: action rolls if needed Hide Stealth: (1d20+7)[18] Initiative: (1d20+3)[11] Attack:(1d20+5)[12] for (1d6+3)[9] plus (1d6)[4] If advantage from stealth: (1d20+5)[14] for (1d6+3)[9] plus (1d6)[3] If I CRT: add (1d6)[6] to the attack. Dace begins sneaking towards the cave, in case they wanted him to ambush. Seeing his party engage, he decides two goblins don't really need him to intervene and awaits near the entrance in case an alarm is raised. Spoiler Hide Stealth (1d20+4)[23] Initiative (1d20+2)[15] Readied action-rapier attack if goblin closes within 5' of him Attack (1d20+4)[21] if advantage (1d20+4)[17] Damage (1d8+2)[3] if critical (1d8)[7] Ariel coordinates her attack, firing a bolt of flame at the nearer goblin in synchronicity with her allies. Attack - (1d20+5)[9]Damage - (1d10)[5] Thermal throws his spear at the goblins as well, aiming for one of them. He then readies another, as well as his shield, in case the goblins are still alive to hit(1d20+5)[10]damage if hit(1d6+6)[12] Also initiative roll(1d20+2)[9] You quietly and quickly take out the two goblin guards. Each of you gains 10xp. The entrance to the cave is clear, deducing from what you can see, hear. Colander Right shield"Hmm, so far, so good." The paladin says. He splashes across the stream and checks the bodies for anything of importance and retrieves his javelin. He draws his sword and looks at the entrance." How do you think we should proceed? I can walk in first. Dace you seem to be quite perceptive, maybe you could walk in front alongside me in case of goblin traps. And I have torches if Thermal's flame doesn't provide enough light for us." Allyson Allyson looks at Colander as he speaks and shakes her head." I'll go first, between a light source and some of you clanking around in your armor, anything inside probably already knows we are here..." Spoiler: stealth/perception Hide Stealth: (1d20+7)[10] Perception: [roll]1d20+ 6[/roll] Passive Perception = 16 "Could you grab my spear as well, Colander? I shall walk behind you, with my fire. I can see past the edge of my flame, so I will warn you should anyone be waiting." Therdan puts his shield back, and straps his spears onto his dogs again. He then sends them back to the edge of the forest. They trot back to where they were, and lay down in the light brush. Their ears perked up and alert." They will come running to me, should they sense danger." He casts produce flame again, his hands flickering to life." Ready when you are." Colander"I yield to your expertise, Allyson. I am not suited to sneak." Rolander replied." Here friend"He says to Thermal as he passes his spear to him. He prepares to walk into the cave ten or twenty feet behind the Even rogue, holding his shield and sword at the ready. "I suggest I stand somewhere in the middle of our group. Let's proceed,"Ariel remarks, and stands ready to go into the cave. She keeps her eyes and ears ready for signs of trouble, keen Even senses at the ready. Perception - (1d20+3)[10] "I'll help with scouting as well. If we get jumped my spell will give us some time to organize." Dacen says, joining Allyson Perception - (1d20+5)[8](Passive 20)Stealth - (1d20+4)[6] Just inside the cave mouth, a few uneven stone steps lead up to a small, dank chamber on the east side of the passage. The cave narrows to a steep fissure at the far end, and is filled with the stench of animals. Savage snarls and the sounds of rattling chains greet your ears where two wolves are chained up just inside the opening. Each wolf's chain leads to an iron rod driven into the base of a stalagmite. Allyson Allyson looks to Dace and quietly says,"There is no reason to hurt these animals, but I believe Thermal would be best suited to dealing with these..." "Yes, I believe I can handle them." Therdan leaves his shield and spear on the ground, and approaches the wolves slowly, with one hand outstretched, a clear gesture of friendship to them." Poor beasts, we are not your enemies. We can help you."(1d20+6)[12]> Colander"Guard dogs. Wolves I mean. Poor devils. The goblins probably keep them half starved and vicious." Despite his sympathy, Colander keeps his sword and shield at the ready, standing a discreet distance behind Thermal in case the druid's efforts fail. Dace simply nods, and walks past, allowing the ranger to do his work. He keeps any eye further down the tunnels, to make sure the remaining goblins don't hear and attack the party @ TherdanYour calming words don't seem to have had much effect on them. The wolves keep barking and drooling, forcing the chains that bind them. "Maybe we should put them down anyway. Might be for their own good?" "Sadly, I'm afraid you are right. They are too far gone for all but the most experienced to save." Therdan slowly walks away, picking up his shield and spear, and nodding to Colander as he goes by." Do it." Ariel looks over at the wolves, sniffs the air, and raises up a single hand to signal her allies to wait." The wolves are simply starving and angry. Does anyone have something to feed them with?" Allyson Allyson removes her backpack from her shoulders and digs outs two of her trail rations, tossing one towards each wolf,"I know what it means to be hungry..." RolanderThe paladin takes two rations out for the wolves as well." If we could calm them down, perhaps we could release them and lure them outside with food. A better solution than death." He walks forward and holds out his rations, trying to present a comforting aspect." Calm my friends. Eat your fill." Spoiler: Animal Handling Check Hide Animal Handling: (1d20+2)[7] EDIT: Well that was a big, fat failure. At least they get a last meal. "I do not believe that these creatures would enjoy my food. Brilliant thinking, though." Therdan tries once more to calm the wolves, with the rations to aid him.(1d20+6)[16]> "If they don't like the rations, maybe they'd eat the dead goblins from outside?" His tone is completely inquisitive, with no malicious intent. Colander"A bit ghoulish, but not a bad idea"The paladin says Feeding the wolves and calming them really works! They stop barking and do not show any aggressiveness towards any of you. You notice a narrow opening in the east wall leads to a natural chimney. At the base of the fissure is rubbish that's been discarded through the opening above. Allyson will study the chimney. Spoiler: IOC questions for the dm Hide perception if ended:(1d20+6)[18] *Allyson has dark vision, and has no need of light to see in the caves* Looking up through the chimney, can she tell how high it might go? Would she fit if she tried to climb it? If climbable, how difficult would it appear to be to her? Colander"Let's see if we can't unchain these beasts." Rolander says. He looks (cautiously) to see if there are locks requiring a key around their necks or simple latches. He looks to the rubbish pile and chimney Allyson is examining and says,"Perhaps that's the 'eating cave' our goblin friend mentioned our employer was kept in?" Examining the chimney, Allyson manages to determine that it must go up about approximately 30ft. Attempting to ascend or descend the chimney doesn't seem too hard, but it may still be dangerous. The wolves are chained to the wall. It is possible to release them with little effort. Thermal moves to the rubbish pile and examines the contents, checking for food scraps, or bones (animal or otherwise)(1d20)[4] Allyson"I'm going to go up and take a look at what is above."she says, as she places her bag on the ground and begins to climb the chimney. Spoiler: action Hide Climbing:(1d20+2)[3] RolanderRolander unchains the two wolves." Go my friends. Return to your rightful place in the wild." He then walks over to the chimney and watches as Allyson attempts to scale up the chimney." I have a rope to secure up above if you need one"He says Allyson slips and falls prone, not managing to climb through the chimney. The wolves take what's left of the food and run outside. Each of you gains 30xp. Allyson Allyson mutters a curse as she picks herself off the ground, amidst the rubble, and starts to dust herself off." That was harder than it looked..."she says quietly to no one in particular." Shall we move on then?" Colander"Good effort, but let me try once before we move on." The paladin says. He stretches a bit and then takes hold of the wall and tries to pull himself up. Spoiler: Climb Attempt Hide Athletics to Climb Chimney: (1d20+5)[14] Colander seems to get a grip of it and climbs up the China. At the top, a light comes from the division above, where the fissure leads to. You hear snoring. How would you like to proceed? RolanderRolander knows he is not the stealthiest soul, but he is determined to tie off his rope for the others and surprise those sleeping beyond. He comes up as quietly as he can and takes a look around, not leaving the top of the chimney. Unless something stops him, he sets his rope and sends the other end down. Spoiler: Actions Hide Stealth with Disadvantage: 1st roll:(1d20)[6] 2nd Roll:(1d20)[2] Perception: (1d20+4)[23] Ariel looks up at the athletic Paladin, whispering to him,"Do you expect all of us to climb up there?" Dace shakes his head, agreeing with Ariel's sentiment, "should have brought some climbing gear I suppose" Just to be clear, you don't *need* to climb up the chimney to proceed. There's another way you left unexplored. Also, let's try to play this on google docs. HERE's the link. Please try it. I also need images from 2 of you to make the tokens. Loudly climbing the chimney, Colander sticks his head out and sees sacks and crates of looted provisions are piled up in the south end of this large cave. To the west, the floor slopes toward a narrow opening that descends into darkness. A larger opening leads north down a set of natural stone steps, the roar of falling water echoing from beyond. In the middle of the cavern, the coals of a large fire smolder." Me, Large is mighty war chief! We have many riches!", you see a Bugbear accompanied by a wolf, browsing through the crates to the south. Colanders he's taking to me? Rolander wonders with some alarm, ducking down a bit. No, I guess he's talking to himself. Or to the wolf. The paladin is unsure of what his next move should be. He seems to have gotten the drop on a war chief, yet how long could he go unnoticed? Could the others get up here in time? Part of him (the foolish part) wants to announce himself and join battle. But he might be dead before aid could arrive. He looks about for a place to secure the rope and signal the others to come up as quietly as possible. If lucky, everyone might arrive before he was noticed. "Wasn't there another path in the cave? I mean, I'm sure they don't just climb up there every time they need to get up there. Even if they are great climbers, sometimes you're just too tired to put that effort in." Ariel nods to Dace's remark, and gestures to their left." That appears to be a path that may lead around to where they are. Who'd like to go first?" How would you like to proceed? Allyson"You would leave, before hearing anything back from Colander? Leave him alone, without even telling him we've gone another way?"she says quietly to the groups. She looks back up into the chimney." Go ahead, I'll get him."she says, looking over her shoulder as she begins to climb the chimney again. Spoiler: climbing Hide (1d20+2)[16] You climb high enough to feel Colander's boots, as he peeks into the room above you, where the chimney leads to. Allyson Allyson reaches up a shakes Colander's foot, whispering quietly." The others will not climb, but there is another way. Come down." After alerting Colander, she climbs back down the chimney. RolanderAnnoyed, Colander climbs back down and makes a case for climbing up the chimney." There's a bugbear and a wolf up there. He was speaking to himself, self-identified as Large the war chief. I don't know if he's the one in charge here, but it would be better to face him now, while he's alone, than after we've faced other dangers here. There are likely much more difficult and dangerous things we will face than climbing up a rope." Colander tries to keep the annoyance out of his voice, as he prizes harmony and dislikes conflict. Dace looks to Ariel and shrugs,"We aren't sure there's anything on the path? I mean, popping out of a hole seems like a good way to have our heads hacked off one by one, so I think we should risk it"((Edited: As I confused myself with what Dace meant)) "As tempting as going straight up there might be, I do not believe all of us would make it up there before being noticed, and I do not wish to put you all in danger such as that. The chief will be much harder to slay than any normal goblin, and he may have guards stationed nearby, if he is smart enough. One or two of us would not be enough to take him on." Colander"If I'm in the minority, then let's take the main path. We'll face danger either way. I think we're passing up a true opportunity to strike at the leader when he's unwarned." Ariel quickly suggests,"Perhaps one of us could climb up there with a bow or the like and be ready to fire at the brute while the rest of us take the main path?" Colander"Setting up a sniper wouldn't be bad strategy, but we'd be assuming that the main path led directly to the bugbear's cave with no other obstacles along the way. We have no reason to assume that. In fact, it seems very unlikely. We know there are other goblins in the caves." Allyson"Well let’s get moving...standing here isn't helping us much." Allyson exits the area and begins moving northwards, moving quietly and keep her eyes open. Spoiler: checks Hide Perception: Passive 16 / Active (1d20+6)[9] Stealth: (1d20+7)[16] Thermal moves along as well, fire spell up and ready Ariel follows the others, keeping to the middle of the group. RolanderSomewhat reluctantly, Colander takes his position ten feet behind Allyson. He keeps one of his javelins in his right hand.

Lost Mines of Phandelver|rating:3.0

Through the Steam (MissRoziel, Tristian Pontis)

Alice Lime hated her almost dependence on this weak society. Yes they called themselves advanced and yes sweet little ladies in their pretty day dresses walked around with hidden weapons thinking they could shield themselves, but far too often she found herself stepping in. Each other step was punctuated by the heavy thump of a cane, not an accessory or a toy but needed for casual mobility. She’d seen lesser men walk around with expensive canes like some sort of status symbol. It was disgusting how the people of today where so focused on themselves. The cloths she wore where fine but aged, not the highest of fashion but made of expensive cloths and perfectly tailored to fit. The slacks and suit coat where of a flattering gunmetal gray and the blouse beneath had a high collar on which was pinned a simple cameo. Granted she’d have liked to dress like a lady to wear a fine gown and walk with her sister into the town with the pride of old money. Showing her delicate and beautiful sister off to society, but that didn’t get the bills paid and after kicking that last useless lout out on his ear she was in need of a new doctor. It was getting late, the saner people, the smarter people, where scurrying inside to hide from that evils might loom out of the gloom of evening. Then again maybe she was why they scurried away, after all the Lime families eldest was not a woman to be trifled with. The rumors abounding where more than enough to keep most professionals away, and it chafed to think she was reduced to seeking someone’s help. Years ago before that man had died people would have come in droves to help the delicate Lime flower, but now Alice fought to keep people in employ while she tended a sister she feared would slip away despite her best attempts. This man was a doctor they said and as she walked up to the door, leaning on the cane as the walk had done her little good, she thought back to earlier that morning the last doctor scowling as he simply proclaimed he wouldn’t work in such conditions. Telling her she should just accept it and be grateful there wouldn’t be the extra mouth to feed once her sister finally expired. She’d almost killed him there, Ruben had had to use all his strength to keep her back as the man had scrambled out in his skivvies fearful for his life, screaming of the lunacy of the fallen Lime family and the murderer of a head that ran the house. Of course that had drawn her out of bed, the little flower, her little Julia. A beautiful refined girl even in her wispy night gown and faded gold hair, the bruise on her face from the so called ‘doctor’ had stood out starkly on her pale skin where he had beaten her. The little thing had come right down to try and appease her only to collapse with fever from the beating and commotion. Alice felt sick, if she had better control over her temper Julia never would have gotten out of bed! If she had paid more attention she’d have known that that fool was no doctor, just a fanatic! As a result of her angry thoughts the woman pounded on the dark door harder than she had originally intended but didn’t worry. At least he couldn’t say she hadn’t gotten his attention. Damn if this man did not answer the door in a timely manner she would go mad! Julia simply couldn’t wait! Alick herself was a contrast to her sister dark as Julia was light, Long hair tamed into a strict bun knotted at the base of her skull, eyes darker blue the sea on a stormy night, though she had no time for such flowery descriptions Julia thrived on them and the flowery books Reuben got her. Reading was Julia’s only pleasure now it seemed, half the time Alice wondered if the girl wanted to be well, and was simply pleased to stay in bed and read the days away without worry. Alice’s darker colors where probably the very reason Reagan had left them before their father’s death, a woman of some high pride and ego, to have the child of another woman in her home had been a constant reminder of her husband’s true desires. Not that Julia or Alice had ever cared of their half blood They had stuck together Alice staying when Julia fell ill, and then Reagan’s abandonment which ultimately drove the man to his death (In a round about way) Alice sometimes wondered if the woman had ever known how deeply and truly her father had loved his wife. Stubborn people, lives wasted love wasted because of foolish stubbornness. When she had been young she’d vowed never to allow such a thing to ruin her happiness, but as she saw more of the world she found she had no desire for men who sneered at her name abhorred the thought of her sister, or feared her approach. She had no reason to desire a man or family she had Reuben, Julia and hopefully, if this man would answer his door, a doctor to care for her. Jayce Hightower sighed in relief, it was good to be home. His day had started before the sun even considered peeking over the horizon, and for the first time this week he made it home before darkness fully set in. Jayce quickly made it into his simple spartan home, he only kept supplies to restock, basic furnishing, and his living essentials. He was gone for long hours making his home a prime target to be robbed so he lived sparsely. He shrugged out of his duster and tossed it over the back of one of the two chairs in his home. His emerald green eyes scanned over the room, then he shook his medical bag it seemed incredibly light. He walked over and set his medical bag onto the table it was in severe need of being replenished the only thing it had were his basic tool, not a good thing if he needed to go help someone suddenly. His body ached and pained, but it was a pain he relished in it meant he put his all into helping people, Jayce reached up and rubbed his lean shoulders to ease some of the tenderness out. Then with a renewed vigor he quickly went about collecting new materials for his bag; bandages, medical compounds, some premade solvents, and a few pieces of small rope for tourniquets. He pulled out his scalpels and needles and his other operating materials and put them in a pot of water on the wood burning stove. He would need to clean them properly in a moment or two. Jayce brushed his shaggy sand colored hair from his face and began to rub the back of his neck. Gods, he needed to bathe it had been a day or two he was too worried about his latest patient, the only time he had been home was to resupply and leave, and cleanliness was very important for a man in his line work. He went to his small bathroom and began to disrobe he pulled off his vest and his shirt then looked in the mirror. He rubbed his hand over his jaw line and realized how badly he needed to shave. If he let it get anymore out of hand then people would stop calling on him for fear he was a rabid animal. Jayce quickly went to his things and pulled out a shaving kit and then brushed up his face with shaving soaps. He pulled out a flat razor and made quick work of his beard his deft hands moving with skill and speed that only a surgeon would have. Suddenly there was a bang on the door Jayce was lucky that he didn't slice himself open with the blade as he was putting it up. He through the blade back into its case and grabbed a small cloth to wipe his face off, then ran to the front door if someone was banging on his door at this hour it had to be an emergency. He yanked the door wide open to reveal an intimidating woman, at first he was taken aback by the aura that she put off. Then his training took over and he took in her physical condition. He saw no blood, and she was not sweating nor did she seem to be breathing hard as far as he could tell this woman had no real reason to need him as suddenly as her banging had alluded to. Then he took in his visitor as a man, damn did she look stunning not sexual way but in the way only a proud and powerful woman could hold. After a closer look he noticed she wore expensive clothing, but her body and monetary value didn't hold his attention as much as her eyes did. The deep ocean blue was mesmerizing and seamed to lock him in them, he could see a glimmer a secret in them, nothing he could actually translate just a feeling. Reality came back to him hard when he realized he was standing there shirtless staring like a buffoon at a woman in his doorway." Please come in and excuse me for just a moment." Jayce said and went to his room and partially to through on a loose fitting white cotton shirt but more importantly to compose himself really fast within moments he came back into the main room." So how can I help you Miss?" When the Door open Alice stared impassively at the half dressed man, she wasn't a maiden to be sent aflutter by a glimpse of a men bare chest. He must have been preparing to bathe, well he could tend that at his leisure, Afterhe saw Julia. He gestured her inside after a perusal of her form. That didn't surprise her either. Even in this day and age it wasn't common to come across such an imposing woman, and Alice knew herself to b all the more intimidating than most. She stepped inside, glancing around and frowning the place barely looked lied in, good he'd feel no attachment, when he returned She produces a slim firearm without preamble." My name is Alice Lime, and Dr. Jayce Hightower, You now work for my family, Collect what you will need to tend Sever bruising and Lacerations Caused by beating, we haven't time to spar, so please do not dawdle, any questions can be answered as we travel." she said swiftly, despite the clipped tone she carried the authority of someone of high station, though rumor was the Lime family had long fallen on hard times." Step Quickly now, I haven't the patience for men of your ilk at the moment, she is weak and likely growing weaker the longer she must wait." Alice Said clearly tapping her cane down hard in a no nonsense manner giving the man barely any time to think or speak. Her face was beautiful but severe, years of working in the darkest recesses of the world had made her a cynic to many things. If not for Julia she might very well have given up long ago. But, how could she condemn humanity when there had to be more people just as innocent, just as good as her sister? Guilt weighed heavily, but Alice would address her own feelings later, in private, for now Julia needed her, and the doctor standing before her. "You leave me little choice..." Jayce said anger apparent in his tone he couldn't believe this would happen, why rob a doctor for his skills?his eyes flashed to the firearm that the woman had revealed, he first thought to run or fight, but the mention of a patient made the doctor in his scream out to help. He sighed a deep breath then he immediately moved to the kitchen and opened up a drawer, inside was an assortment of clean instruments, he grabbed them out in a heap. He walked over and tossed them into his bag, did a quick check on the contents of the bag and nodded to himself. Then looked back to the woman he really couldn't believe she felt she needed to go to this length to receive help, his initial anger melted, and it turned to pity. What could be so bad that she felt the need to force a doctor to save someone." I'll be going with you but I would appreciate the gun being put away" quickly he dashed into his room and grabbed a new vest and through it on so he could keep his clothing pulled back away from who ever he needed to tend to." Catch me up on what I need to know" She shook her head "Actually I'm giving you no choice, I'll put it this way, I'm kidnapping you, with pay, now hurry." she said firmly. He was swift in mind and action as he didn't try to fight and instead went to fetch his tools, he spoke of her firearm, but she only shook her head "Just hurry along we've not the time for idle chatter." she said, and thy where out the door, she followed behind him her cane clicking a fast rhythmic tap, and she kept an even steady pace behind him gun still out and ready Just in case any foolish thoughts did spring up. He was a healthy young man, she had no doubt the idea of trying to overpower a woman walking with a cane came to his mind. He'd be sourly surprised should he make any attempts. Climbing after him into the hack she settled carefully, while she moved tenderly the Hack did not, before the door was even firmly closed they were off careening through streets at a reckless pace, yet she was not at all fazed." My Younger Sister Julia Lime is very weak and often bedridden with fever due to this. I have tried many different doctors hoping to ease her pains, but it seemed I was too careless in my last selection. The doctor I hired last was a mad man, a devout who seemed to think the only way to heal her was to beat the demon out of her." she said spitting the words with venom that could have killed a man. "She didn't tell me, I only discovered it this morning when I came upon him beating her, suffice it to say 'god' didn't save him from me." she said shortly. The carriage bumped along as she placed the gun back into her frock coat and turned in her seat pulling her leg up and stretching it out lounging in a decidedly unladylike way. Her pant leg had slipped up though she hadn't noticed if Jayce looked he would see the flesh was puckered and blacked like a withered limb but across it red veins pulsed and seemed oddly painful." Under my employ you will learn there is more to this world than your medical science. The human body is far weaker than you were lead to believe by your science loving colleges." she said lightly the drive was long taking them out of the town proper into dark roads and bumpy lanes. Eventually she looked over as the carriage turned into a dilapidated gate, with a squeak the old hinges cried as the gate swung closed, and the carriage pulled up to the once grand Lime manor. The beautiful building had fallen into disrepair, many windows where boarded up and the once grand gardens where over grown with weeds, howling and growling suggested dogs, possibly wild, roamed the gardens freely while none came forward their eyes could be seen shining reflecting the light of the hacks lanterns. Jayce couldn't fathom why she would choose the words she did no choice and with pay? How did that work. Then there was the whole bit about the kidnapping why did she have to kidnap him if he went willing to treat the patient they left his home and went to into a hack. She had just barely climbed into it with him, and it lurched forward and nearly tossed him from his seat. He righted himself in his seat and muttered about the driver, but it was only a passing discomfort that didn’t really bother him, and soon enough he was listening to her relay about his patient her sister, apparently. Jayce couldn't help but look down to the ground when she mentioned the depot it’s true there were a lot of them out there and in his own opinion they tended to hurt as many if not more people then they helped. He let the mentions of the other doctors fate brush by him, he had so many death threats put on him by loved ones it was only strange when they didn't threaten him if he couldn't help. Jayce took inventory of what he would know about his patient she was often with fever, bedridden and physically weak, and was recently beaten by a depot. Now he cursed himself for complaining about his own comfort, damn he needed to look after this one soon if they weren't there to late as it was. He was lost in his own thoughts and self-criticism until Alice moved his eyes flashed over her, and he noticed what seemed to be a very severe wound on her leg, she didn't seem to be in immediate danger so he would look after it later, it was also possible that it was also an old wound and that was why she walked with a Cain. After that thought they pulled up to a castle that looked like it had come from scary stories his grandfather had told, like the castle of the evil demons of old. It didn't matter if this was where his patient was he would help her. After the Hack stopped he grabbed his bag and seemingly dove out of it and looked back to Alice with his hand held out to help her out so they could move quickly." Show me the way" he said the words coming out more demanding than he really wanted them to, but oh well seconds could count. Once they pulled up alongside the stairs to the main door Alice moved climbing out, staggering slightly her grip solid on her cane. The tall dark skinned man known as Ruben was instantly at her side steadying her and grabbing her cane. He murmured something, but she shook her head patting his shoulder "I'm fine, I need to speak with father take the doctor to see Julia and then show him to his rooms." she said Looking at Jayce who had offered his hand when he had leaped from the hack, but she'd ignored it. She didn't need this men help Julia did, she'd done her part. Ruben turned to the Doctor bowing slightly as he gestured the man to the door moving quickly up the steps his voice even as he spoke. He was a large man not heavy set but bulky with thick and powerful muscle that worked under the neat servants clothing he wore. His head was bald as a baby and a pale line of a scar cut jagged down the left side of his face the eye was white and shined unnaturally of glass." I'll show you to Miss Julia and then to your rooms. I'll only say this, don't try to run, you get to leave when Lady Lime says you can leave if you try to escape... well if you are lucky, she'll shoot you before the dogs get you." Ruben warned gravely before chuckling as he led the man through a pair of grand doors warped with age but still fine. The inside of the house was a marvel, despite its state of disrepair it was easy to see the beauty of the architecture, the once beautiful silk wallpaper the glossy wood work, gleaming banisters, the few paintings that had yet to be pawned off to pay bills where meticulously cleaned and kept. Ruben headed towards a grand staircase, but before he could get far a girl rounded the corner on the landing and stepped into view. Unlike Clicks severe beauty this girl was all soft and lovely, she was graceful and sweet to look at, soft curves, a beautiful face, pale eyes, and golden hair that fell in soft curls down to her waist. She wore a pale blue night gown and over that a slight darker blue house coat, slender feet where bare, and she seemed to almost glow in the darkness of the grand hall, lit only by a few soft lamps that gave off a gentle and unobtrusive light." Ruben? We have a guest?... Where is Alice, she said she'd come see me when she came home." she said softly casting the doctor a glance pale blue eyes where soft but tired and nervous. Her face was bruised heavily on one side, and she leaned against the banister for support tender on her leg and arm. Still she offered a gentle, if nervous, smile before swaying slightly. Ruben moved fast steadying her this time before gently scooping her into his large arms and turning to the doctor "Well come see to your patient." he said expectantly though much friendlier than Alice as he effortlessly carried the pale woman along the dimly lit hallway. Jayce didn't fail to notice that Alice didn't take his hand, but he couldn't blame her or fault her they didn't know each other nor did she socially have to take his hand. He looked at his hand for a moment then set it back to his side oh well. A tall dark man came out and was instructed to show him to Alice and then to his room the man was large and intimidating he knew he should try and stay on this man’s good side. Try and run what if he cured the patient out of a stroke of luck could he "run" then? Without being killed.... Jayce decided that he would come back to it later." Ruben? We have a guest?... Where is Alice, she said she'd come see me when she came home."those words brought his attention to a small frail girl at the top of the stairs she looked as if she would fall at any moment. He went to move, but Ruben had been much faster than he was on the situation and picked her up then pulled her into a room but not before calling on Jayce to move faster. Jayce made it to the room and set his things by the foot of the bed. He didn't look around the room he was target locked on his patient looking over her bruises and cursing her attacker for the damage that had been done."set her on the bed and thinking of her recent encounter with a doctor if you wish to stay you can just back away so I can work and make sure I can help her to the best of my abilities" Jayce said in a flat even tone that said he wasn't commanding just informing that this was best for the patient. To which the large man complied with silently and stood back Jayce feared that if he hurt his patient that the man would leap out and tear him in half banishing that from his mind he looked to his patient." Hello Julia my name is Jayce, and I’m going to look after you" he said to try and sooth her a little bit she seemed as if she was a little shaken up. At the same time he took a quick look at what he would have to take care of first thing first he needs to look at her eye and make sure it wasn't broken as best he could." I'm not going to do anything without you okay alright, so my I look at your eye please?" he said with a kind smile to help smooth out the mood of his patient As Ruben settled her on her bed Julia sighed softly the breath slow and steady. Once she opened her eyes she offered the doctor a gentle smile. "I see, that's why she went tearing out... Are you here by choice? My sister can be quiet forceful. If you've been brought here roughly, I apologize. She worries about me and can be quite fierce." Julia said her voice soft. She was well-spoken and even in her prone position she held herself like a proper lady. Her room was much nicer than the rest of the house, gleaming and clean just like what was left of the house, but the room was richly furnished, the curtains hanging around her bed where the finest velvet available in a deep red trimmed with golden tassel, matching the rich red, gold, and cream bedsheets. The walls hung with beautiful paintings of fine ladies in pretty gowns from various eras and one whole wall was covered in bookshelves loaded heavy with books on any subject, obviously Julia's primary form of entertainment confined to her bed as she so often was." Welcome to Lime Manor doctor." she said formally when he introduced himself assuring he was there for her care. He asked to look at her eye and she allowed it tilting her head to allow him a better look relaxed now, there was a calm resignation of a woman well-used to doctor exams though she flinched faintly as finger probed the rise of her cheek, not broken but badly bruised, her eye thankfully seemed to be unharmed, there would be worse bruising but nothing severely damaging her Pupil focusing properly when tested." I imagine this whole fuss is over what My sister saw this morning, if it helps, for me, the worst pain right now is in my ribs." she said softly, she didn't particularly want t explain that her ribs hurt because she'd been kicked in an effort to subdue the 'demon' inside her. Her warm demeanor and her kindness was a nice change of pace for his recent experiences with the Lime family. He felt like her herd kindness in her words and her bravado when it came to being seen by a doctor after her ordeal endeared her to him.' No, how could I be forced to come see a patient I was glad to come and help. Now let me see your ribs and see if I can help any" it was only a half lie, Alice had forced him to make a choice, but he did want to help so here he was. He only hoped he could help her and ease some of the pain ribs were hard to treat, but he had a few secret weapons in his arsenal. He pulled out of his bag some long bandages to wrap her ribs up to give them support and his own personal cooling balm that looked like a clear paste in a jar." Okay now Julia I need you to lift your shirt, so I can bandage your ribs" Jayce said trying to stay as professional as he possibly could he wasn't staring at her like a man his age would be looked at her like a patient... all he hoped was that the butler understood, and her overprotective sister didn't come in and shoot him in the back of the head for treating her ribs. Julia nodded slipping off her house coat She sat up carefully wincing faintly as She unbuttoned the front of her night gown and then carefully lifted the laced hem of her Chemise blushing faintly a small sign of feminine modesty She wasn't able to lift it to high however the bruising ran up under the chemise onto her chest across her shoulder making movement difficult and stiff." I-I apologize Moving my arm is difficult." she said softly Ruben stood by watching but not saying anything apparently well aware of what needed to be done for the young miss she had been very badly hurt and needed care. He had no doubt that was why Alice had chosen to leave for the exam. Her control had been a fine thread. If she'd seen the bruising she'd have lost it and murdered the man who'd given them to Miss Julia. "Okay ill take over here..." Jayce helped her pull the article out of the way as he needed. He was incredibly glad the butler had restraint and understood this was his job and he wasn't being a fetch. After that thought he noticed the blush on Julia's face as plainly as if she had slapped him, after all it was his job to notice changes in his patients, it did make her that much cute. Banishing the thought she was a patient not a woman to him. He began to work his fingers lighter than a feather he pulled out the cooling gelatin out and rubbed it onto her wound. This would help the soreness from the outside and would cause the bruising to go down in less than half the time. After he finished putting a layer on her ribs and around her shoulder he grabbed up the bandage and began to wrap her ribs and her shoulders."let me know if I need to be more gentle" he told her so he could immediately relieve pressure in the wrong places as he wrapped." Are you hurt anywhere else?" Julia nodded letting him lift away the soft Material to expose her flesh his hands where quick, gentle but clinical in their exam and then application of a cold gel "Oh... that's quiet cold what is it?" she asked curiously looking over the gel as he grabbed a bandage to wrap the wound and keep the gel from just rubbing away before it could work. "Oh no you have excellent bedside Manner Doctor your being just right, I understand you need pressure but your being very careful to watch it's very kind of you." she said warmly. She'd had many doctors in her life, Jayce she was quickly finding, was among the few who truly cared." O-oh well..." she hesitated, frightened then turning her head away yes there was one other place but... "While she sat there nervously debating a red mark would come up nestled between her breasts, at first it almost looked like a rub, r a rash, but as it quickly grew redder and more defined it became clear what was there was a symbol. A letter, but not in any language he would understand. Suddenly Julia pulled her slip down to cover herself and started to button her nightgown"No there's nothing, there were a couple other places her hit, but they are ok, not even bruised." she said quickly. "It's a cooling solvent for pain of my own make I got the idea from an apothecary I once visited, it had taken them several months to get the base compounds down right. I came along, and they asked if I could help them finish it, so I helped them out a few weeks later we all came up with this, you should have smelled it when they first made it, terrible to say the least, I will say that my one big contribution was the mint to help make the smell better and make it pleasant enough to be worn in public" Jayce explained with a smile on his face as he remembered the pleasant time with the small shop." Here smell the mint" he said as he lifted the back of one of his hands towards her nose so she could smell the traces of mint left by the solvent. After he finished wrapping her up, he listened to her voice and watched her actions. Julia was definitely lying to him, when she said she was fine. He didn't know why but when it came to things like this Jayce could always tell when his patients lied to him about their health. After a moment of thought he decided to not push the subject, and instead he would bring it up with her caretaker. Speaking of whom he did need to meet with that woman and figure out his "arrangements"." Okay ill be back to check on you in little bit Julia until then you need to try and rest as well as rest that eye okay" Jayce said then looked around and saw the plethora of books and shook his head."if you can help it, don’t read more than a chapter or two tonight it will only strain your eye unnecessarily, do you think you will need anything for the pain?" he asked in a very habitual way as he stood and wiped his hands on the leggings, not because they still had things on them, it was just one of his strange habits. Julia nodded as he explained "Oh I see, it is a lovely smell." she said warmly settling once everything was finished, Ruben moving to help tuck her in Rubens hand quick and efficient, in his touch just like Jayce, but he moved ruffling her hair in a gentle and affectionate gesture of long-standing friendship one might have thought him an older brother in the way he treated her." Alright, I should be alright, I'm quiet sleepy. It's very late, No matter what Alice says please make sure to get some sleep yourself alright?" she said gently eyes drifting she chuckled "I couldn't hold a book let alone my concentration long enough to read. I'm going to sleep now." she murmured sighing softly exhaustion heavy in her voice as she did just that drifting off, while Ruben made his way to the door opening it, so Jayce could leave before shutting it with a quiet click." If you'll follow me Sir I will take you to your quarters Lady Lime will-""Lady Lime is here, Ruben, You've done well for the night, you may retire I'll see the doctor to his rooms and explain the situation." she said walking forward the strong proud stride was so even it was easy to think that the injury to her leg he had seen had been his imagination, however though she wasn't leaning on it, she still carried her cane, it was too worn from use to merely be decorative. As it was Lady Alice Lime did not seem the type to carry anything she didn't need." Come along then Doctor, While your rooms are not as fine as Julia's I trust you'll be comfortable." she said not stopping to see if he followed. The sudden appearance of Alice Lime startled him slightly but didn't seem to bother Ruben in the slightest. Had she been waiting in the hall the whole time or did she just get to the room herself? Then it registered to him that she had dismissed Ruben to lead him herself...why? Ruben was clearly the house servant, the lady of the house didn't need to do this. Though Jayce could tell that Alice lime was unlike any Lady he had met in the past. Ruben silently nodded and dismissed him self when Alice began to walk down the hallway. Jayce followed Alice Lime from Julia's room quietly. He was so unsure of himself at the moment he had a million questions for her. What's really wrong with Julia? Why did he have to come here? Why did she seem to hate him before she met him? What was wrong with her leg? What was he purpose for him? All of those questions froze in his throat before he could speak them instead he followed her silently the mansion. He watched her as she leads the way, he stole a quick glance at her feminine form even though she was very conservative she was definitely still a woman. Jayce shook his head he needed to get to the bottom of this and figure out his situation." So do I ever get to leave this place or is this a till death do we part thing" He asked, and a cold chill ran up his spine as if foreboding some dire event. "I imagine you're exhausted, I've had the fire in your room lit and the brandy decanters refilled. While I do not expect a man to go without his evening brandy rest assured, should you attempt to interact with my sister while inebriated you will be thrown out." she said simply though she was a lot less harsh as she spoke "It occurs to me that I may have been... overly forceful, Julia talks too much..." she muttered running a gloved hand over her face. "What I walked in on earlier today was a man I trusted to care for my sister beating her so that she cried and screamed for mercy... I learned he has been doing this for months, she never said a word, that man had her convinced it was her fault she was sick... that if she came to me, she'd be bothering me." she shook her head "It put me in a foul mood, but it was...RMM...unfair of me to lash out at you." she said obviously not used to apologizing she stopped walking and turned to him extending a hand"May I ask your forgiveness, claiming temporary insane fear for my sister?" she asked evenly. Could he understand the bone deep terror? Alice had faced things beyond human comprehension without a flinch. But hearing her sisters terrified, pained scream..." For the moment, I am not sure. Rest assured you will be paid handsomely for your work. The house if yours to explore when Julia had no need of you, while in my employ she and her care are your primary concern." she instructed as they walked. "The manor is large, and you'll find everything you need, However. You are strictly forbidden from venturing into the east wing. My room is there but so is a lot of my work this restriction is for your safety. Should you need me, and I am home, send Ruben for me. If not Ruben will find a way to contact me, but only in emergencies. When I'm not home I am working, and cannot afford to be distracted." she said stopping at a door down the hall from Julia's room, opening it to reveal a well furnished room. It wasn't as richly decorated as Julia's, it was more serviceable." The pile of cloths by the fire places belonged to your predecessor, if you want a fire please use them as fuel is dear." she explained and gestured. "His notes are in those journals, if they're of any use please help yourself, otherwise your free to burn them as well. The door right across the hall is a medical lab. Your predecessor liked to fancy himself a scientist, but frankly none of his work was any good. If there is anything you require, pull the bell and Ruben will be along. He'll also go and collect your belongings in the morning." she explained Seeming more relaxed she wasn't as intimidating, oh she still held herself high and proud. But her expression was softer, not necessarily 'welcoming' but, kinder." Julias care is of the utmost importance, Now, I must attend my duties I'm already late, Have a good evening doctor..." she walked to the door pausing she hesitated and let out a breath having lost some internal battle she turned to him "Thank you." she said though obviously it was hard to do so she walked out and shut the door leaving him to himself and his thoughts. Jayce was stunned to hear the explanations of Julia's wounds, not that he had thought any less but to be beaten by the person caring for you health the man was a monster. He was glad that he couldn't understand that behavior. He couldn't ever see a situation that he would harm a patient no for himself or for some other reason. It was why he stayed away from most political or religious circles so that no one could offend him for any reason or another. Jayce stopped dead in his track when she offered her hand to him at first he was afraid there was another gun in it, but he quickly saw that she was offering a friendly handshake. He took her hand in his it was small and oddly feminine for her, not that he expected much else, but it did ground him on that fact that she was just human. Prone to acting without thought or regard if the situation called for it and to her this morning she definitely felt that way. He followed her in silent thought about the sisters and his place here the rest of the way to the room. When she let him into his new residence he gave it a quick once over and saw the items she mentioned. She said to burn his clothes for heat and to burn his notes if they didn't help, not that he could blame her this man didn't do anything to endear himself to her. Jayce did want to read the notes and see what the man had on Julia's condition. Who knew maybe the nutter had some good insight to the girl’s condition." Good night Mr. Lime," he said in response to the lady as she left the room, she seemed a bit odd from what he knew of her but this Alice, he could definitely deal with she seemed almost normal at this point. Jayce walked over to the desk with piles of books he pulled one at random and walked to a sitting chair by the fire to read. Flipping to a random page he began to read:"Alice lime the demon lord himself mistress she is shrouded in darkness and caresses the evils of the world. I do believe that it is her evil that has possessed Julia and caused this incurable sickness. I will do my best to purge the evil from the girl in order to at the very least save her soul"Jayce scratched his head at what he had just read okay this man seemed to have some serious issues. He flipped a few pages to a spot deeper in the book, Before he began to read he noticed the handwriting was much sloppier. He read again:"Alice has stopped my bringing in of leeches and brands in order to cure her and her sister of these evils..... I'll just have to use the tools the lord has given me. I will destroy these demons and save these girls"Jayce stood and walked around the room really fast to alleviate some of the sleepiness from his body. Then he looked to the book he was carrying, they looked the journal of a man who descended into madness. He flipped to the last entry and quickly through the book into the fire. He watched as the pages of the notebook began to catch fire, it flipped to his latest discovery big bold letters reading KILL THE EVIL ONES were carved into the page in the center of the diary. It looked like he did snap after all. Jayce felt cold suddenly he rubbed his arms then walked over to the bed and inspected it, He wasn't sure if he could even sleep in this mad man’s room at the moment, but he needed to sleep in order to try and care for Julia tomorrow as well as function. He laid on top of the blankets at set his head down instantly he started to drift away then he would hear the pop of the fire burning the book and his eyes would shoot open."damn nutter" he muttered to himself as he rolled onto his back and stared at the light from the fire dancing on the ceiling. A few hours later the manor seemed to shudder as the main door slammed closed, what was odd was the horse had not been herd coming back down the drive for her return, while he would have easily heard her when she had galloped away. In fact there had been no sound at all, for a long moment there was silence before a door opened presumably Julia's, there was muffled talking and an exclamation from Julia, the other voice most likely Ruben, before the voices faded down the hall away from his rooms mostly likely in the direction of Alice's chambers. An agonized Moan echoed in the stillness of the night air. If he did grow curios and ventured from his room he'd see the floor was stained with blood and a black sludge that trailed along the carpet and down the hall coming up the stairs. The sludge seemed to emit a foul odor and a strange sizzle like... it was burning... something acidic? A glance to the main door would show a thick pool of red blood and black sludge a startling contrast to the fine marble floor. Clicks cane laid in the pool forgotten or abandoned in her attempted to drag herself into the house, the sludge was smeared towards the stairs but footprints indicated she'd received help likely Ruben and Julia. The door at the far end of the darkened hallway, the wing he'd been told to stay away from, opened as Julia hurried out "Cold water right? yes, yes I'll get it quickly keep her down and quiet if she wakes up the doctor he'll get scared away!" she exclaimed a pained groaning cry sounding clearly from the room she hurried along stopping when she realized the doctor was already out of his room. She stood debating a long moment before rushing to him and grabbing his arm. "I need your help! Please you can run away later I promise help me!" she begged desperately tugging his arm practically dragging him downstairs looking terrified as she led him through the halls and out a large back door. A few large dangerous looking dogs where roaming and paused to growl but smelling Julia relaxed and left them even as Julia dragged him along the path a back toward and old family chapel"I need you to help me carry a bucket of water we need a lot of it, but it's too heavy for me, please." she begged looking at him helplessly.

Through the Steam (MissRoziel, Tristian Pontis)|rating:4.0

Boarding School transformation (Elven Sex Goddess and Jester)

Tim Barlow was a qualified teacher. He had moved schools a few times, but he had good references and apparently was well liked by both pupils and teachers. The gossip was that he was a flirt and that he got a bit too friendly with fellow teachers, parents and his students. None of it was proved though. The school he worked at currently was a boarding school with a fierce reputation for getting the best out of its pupils. He knew that it would be a good school to find the right girl, and he was not wrong. The girls were all so well-behaved and the uniform made even the ugliest look sexy. Today was his class with a new girl. And he singled her out immediately. She was sat apart from the rest and looked decidedly miserable. He would make an effort to cheer her up. He ran the class normally when he noticed the girls picking on Elena so when they had all left he made his way to her desk." Hi there. I am Tim. Seems like the girls are not all too nice here?" He said smiling to her. "Let me take a look at your work. What grade are you hoping to get?" He looked up and tried to give her a re-assuring smile. He was very good-looking and was the only teacher to work out. Furthermore, he was broad and a shade over six foot and only about 32 years old. "I didn't catch your name." It has been a long miserable day. Such is the case for anyone changing schools. However, that is not just the gist of cause for such a miserable disposition. For Mario Tanaka was not only starting in a new school. She was changing cultures and having to speak a whole new language. A through her English is seemingly impeccable in delivery. With a slight sing-song cadence in a musical way. It is still a second language for the young Japanese woman. A petite young woman of sixteen years of age at five feet in height. She doesn't appear to break one hundred pounds, if she does, it is by a few pounds only.(hair a lustrous shimmering black. Is kept in pigtails. Even in the pigtails, is plain to see her hair is long hanging down to her derrière. White blouse with plaid skirt and tie is worn, the school uniform Her eyes a lucid blue, that are mirrors to a tranquil soul. Large round gold-plated daddy-O glasses. That often slip down her button nose. Startled, Mario looks up at the teacher Mr Barlow. A moment of bewilderment flashes across her expression. For he had addressed her as Elena. She of course does not correct him. To docile and eager to please and of course not one to call out her teacher. So she doesn't bring him to an embarrassing situation. His attention was drawn, because some of the other girls had been picking on her earlier during the class. Mariko hands her work over to Tim." I need A's nothing less Mr Barlow." He realized his mistake immediately and sat there shaking his head." What a fool I am. Sorry. It's Mario isn't it?" He was stunned that she was so quiet that she would not correct him. She would certainly need a lot of attention and effort to come from herself. As she was now standing in front of him he was able to take a better look at her. She was pretty with lovely hair and dressed simply. He took the current piece of coursework from her and began to study it. His eyes raised every so often and he summed and ahead every so often." This is not quite an A. But I certainly see potential. I have been told you are one of our better students. I would love to spend time with you after school each night and help you? You know like a personal tutor. Obviously I can't offer my time to every student so you can't tell anyone. How does that sound?" Mario waited patiently as her teacher looked over her work. A serene countenance exhibited, almost like there was strength in her shyness. Of course that facade put up for the world to see. Hid a world of intense pressure. The pressure to succeed and not just, but in a flawless manner. Anything else besides straight A's would bring embarrassment to her. More importantly it would bring shame to her father. Something that is unthinkable, an unconscionable act. That facade doesn't waver even when Mr Barlow announces her work is not worthy of an A. To polished and poised to let such slip. Yet inwardly Mario is a seething sea of unrest. Those serene blue eyes now are windows of a churning storm that has sparked into existence within her. Still it is not just the offer of tutoring that draws Mario. For Tim Barlow is a handsome man. A teacher that many of the girls fantasied about. And here he was offering her time. To help her with an offer of tutoring her after school. Through the condition she keeps it quiet. At first, she wanted to say no. She could not keep it quiet. She wanted to exclaim it to the world. Well the world of the boarding school. Yet her upbringing would not allow such. A nod is give as she replied." I would like that very much Mr Barlow. I am most humbled that you see potential within me to take time to further assist me." Mr Barlow was one of the teachers that looked after the only boy house in the boarding school. The boarding school was split into different houses that were located in separate buildings. The day rooms were located on the bottom floor, the dormitories on the second and third floor and private rooms for teachers and prefects on the top floor. Mr Barlow had his own office connected to his rooms. He sat behind a large desk as he worked with Mario who sat on the other side of the desk. She was very clever student, and he was testing her on work that would normally be used a t university. He wanted her to feel as though she was struggling and failing when in reality she was doing the opposite." No Mario. You are not quite grasping it." he said as he moved to sit on the chair next to her. "Look here you go." he said correcting her work." Mariko. I think we are going to enjoy working together. I have faith in you, I really do. But well do you mind I am honest? I think we need to build your confidence in other areas. Socially for instance and with boys. I think you are too timid for the real world. Will you let me help you with that?" It stung like a slap across her face. Her work near perfection, every t crossed, every I dotted. As to attest her thoroughness in attention to detail as sort of description to what she brings to her studies. Yet her now, her teacher sits next to her, having looked at her latest assignment and now has point-blank told her it was not good enough. A not being good enough was not an option for Maria. She is a Tanaka, and thus she is honor bound to strive for excellence. Or in truth nothing but A's across the board on her report card. Yet it is his suddenly on point reference to her being a wall flower, timid and unsure around the opposite sex. Her studies have secluded her, she is that geeky nerdy girl. She knows it to, and it stings that even her teacher sees it. Especially one so handsome. That just about all the girls' daydream about him. She knew this, because Mr Barlow dominated conversations in the cafeteria." Yes I would like that Mr. Barlow. "Maria gets out in a soft almost inaudible voice. Showing the full effect of just how timid she really is in such subject. He did not acknowledge that he could see her confusion or that he didn't expect her to do exactly as he asked. But he did notice that she was thinking his words though and that she realized he might be able to help her." Good Mario. I want you to do as I say always ok? And please do let me know if your unsure or upset. We can work anything out together, can't we? Now why don't you come here and give me a kiss thank-you." He turned to face her to see if she would do as he asked. The ticktock of the clock in the room, draws the attention of Maria. Right now she needed something to focus on. Her ears burned, her mind seems to play tricks on her. Had Mr Barlow just said she is to lean in and give him a kiss. It should have startled her more than it did. Yet she found herself fighting to keep from being eager.Finally, the resolve is ushered in. Leaning forward in her seat She lean in and lay a kiss upon a cheek of his. It is quick and brief. Not lingering any longer. "And I want you to call me Tim." He said as she pulled away from a brief kiss. He looked at her for a moment and then looked down at her breasts." First lesson Mario. We need to get you looking more comfortable." So he began to undo some of the buttons on her blouse until the first hint of cleavage could be seen. He then undid another button all the while watching her." Now I want you to spend the rest of the day like this. You will then come and find me before you leave and tell me how you feel and the reactions of everyone else. Ok?" He then least forward and gave her the kiss he had really wanted. No tongues but a press of lips that lasted more than just a second. The quick kiss given, clouded Maria mind. Or more precisely her perception and attention to detail. Of which normally is quite good. Or was it the simple fact no one ever looked or checked out her bosom. The style of shirt worn too large in truth hid any natural endowments of hers. She could feel her pulse quicken as Mr Barlow reached out suddenly. His fingers first snagging the tie and pulling it undone and off of her. At that moment her breath seem to cease as she held it. Unsure of what he is doing, thoughts suppressed not daring to go there in her mind. His fingers continue to attend, now at her blouse buttons. As they deftly undid the buttons. Working down to almost have her blouse exposing cleavage. Tim would notice right off that Mario did not wear a bra. She really did not need one. Not because she lacked any size. She actually is pleasantly developed, the voluminous cut of the blouse hid this asset. She through does have on a white tank top undershirt. Suddenly Tim would lean in and press a kiss upon her lips. No tongue is exchanged. The kiss lingers, and it seems like fire. As her lips burned. It made her feel weird on the inside. A bit giddy, as it really invoked a head rush. She had not answered him before the kiss. Finally doing so after this sudden surprised second kiss." Yes, Mr Ba... I mean Tim." As she is keep her blouse like this, unbutton to expose cleavage. Then tell him how it felt. Along with how it felt to have others notice and how they reacted. It surprisingly did two things for her. It caused a fearful apprehension along with a sense of thrilling excitement. Why she could not name why she would feel such. Tim let Mario go, and he often thought about her during the rest of the day. And he was pleased to see her when he made his way for lunch. He managed to squeeze into the queue behind her and got a good look down her top which he hoped she noticed." Hey there sexy. You look great. I saw some guys checking you out earlier. You could maybe get a boyfriend out of all this." He said at a whisper as he filled his plate up with pasta." What are you doing after school? Maybe you could come see me if you have time. We could start the tutoring...." He smiled reassuringly at her and hoped he did not make her too nervous. The wardrobe change in how she wears her school uniform is noticed. Boys and other girls do stare. Mario through herself does not notice it. The attention is disconcerting for her. She found it exciting, yet at the same time it is like a guilty pleasure of a sin. Thus, she would in her own mind ignore the stares. Less such bad naughty thoughts overtake her. On two accounts she blushes when Tim speaks to her. First him calling her sexy and then suggesting she should have picked up a boyfriend by now. It is pure raw expression from her, nothing feigned. It adds to her beauty at that moment. A when she answers, it is not because of him being forward that she responds yes. It is because of the suggestion of a boyfriend. Being able to focus on something such as studying." Yes Mr Barlow I can come for tutoring after classes." Marika could not help herself in reverting to formal address. It is her upbringing, being respectful to an authoritative figure. The crimson hue of her cheeks still showed how flustered she still is. Tim would realise that she needed to shed wearing the tank top underneath. It by itself might be sexy. But with the blouse it is not a sexy undershirt. Especially with showing cleavage. Being a boarding school he told Maria to come to his study and not the classroom. The nights were drawing in, and it was already dark when he spotted her crossing the courtyard. He had low and soft lighting in his study and he was dressed casually without a tie or a shirt, but instead he wore jeans and a t-shirt. It made him look younger than his years. He was already waiting with the door open when she arrived, and he shut it behind her. He wondered if anyone had seen her arrive." Before we start. I have a present for you." He took Mario into his study and he turned away and picked up a shopping bag from a famous nearby lingerie shop. He then pulled out a few items." Right these are wonder-bras. I got you a few. They are padded here you see, and they will show off your cleavage delightfully. OK? And I want you to have these too." he said pulling out several pairs of lacy thongs." Now I know no one will ever see you in these but trust me when you wear them you will feel sexy and therefore extra confident. Will you wear them tomorrow and come and see me first thing?" He said passing his gifts over to her. "I would like you to into the next room and try them on for me." The wind would whip through the courtyard, kicking causing some creaking noises. This would for a moment pause Maria as she crossed the courtyard. She had taken care not to be seen leaving her dorm. For a split instant she thought someone else was about. And has caught her heading to see Tim. Of course her whole reasoning of being concerned over if anyone had seen her. Is one hundred and eighty in the other direction from what Tim's reason. For her, it is about losing face, that she had failed and is stooping to be tutored. It would bring shame to be found out. Especially if her father found out. Either case, no one noticed it had been the wind. Reaching the other building, Maria slips into the boy dorm. The instructors resided in the dorms, but they are on the top floors there rooms or more like suites. Since built similarly she would take a back stairwell. Heading up to the third floor. She would head to his office stepping in. Tim is there, he greets her as he shuts the door. The bag she recognized, it brings a puzzlement expressed on her face. Especially since it is a bag from the lingerie shop. The puzzlement soon turns to embarrassment. When Tim pulls out the contents and says to her, he has brought the items for her to wear so she could feel sexy. That he wanted her to wear them tomorrow. To come and see him first thing. Then as he handed the bag over to her with lacy thongs and the wonder push-up bras. He asked her if she wanted to try them on in the next room for him. She is unsure of this. But being polite and not wanting to displease her teacher. Who is using his valuable time to tutor her." If this is your wish Tim, yes I will try them on for you." Mariko responds as she clutches the bag in hand rising up. She step into the other room shown. Through her structure of culture that define her. She actually is excited about putting on the thong. She pulls off the granny panties and slip on the thong onto her young hot nubile figure. Furthermore, she pulls off the tank top and would put on the wonder bra. It pushed her breasts in and thus created the illusion she had cleavage because her breasts seemed larger. As she dresses Tim sets up the table with the work that he wanted her to do for him. It's a nice warm cozy room with a roaring fire and all the windows shut. It's probably a little too warm for some people's comfort. Tim has a glass of wine that he sips as he waits for Mario to return. And when she does, he give her a big broad smile. Her small cleavage looks great, and he waves her to come closer." And now the thong. Lift your skirt and show me. How does it feel? Do you feel sexy?" The room is almost uncomfortably warm. The windows shut, curtains drawn close. A roaring crackling fire blazing within the fireplace within the room. Its light dancing around the corners of the room. As if some trickster darting from one shadow to another. The ambiance of the room seductive. Yet not overt, as it subtly set the tone. Mariko walking in, notices all of those things. Yet at the same time doesn't to preoccupied with looking to her teacher. Looking for that approval. A smile comes as he gives a broad smile to her with seeing her. It doesn't matter his gaze might be lecherous as he checks out her chest. Now with the pronounced form of her breasts. As the bra enhanced her already natural asset. Tim waves her closer. The heat of the room bordering on oppressive. Along with the fact she is locking her knees. She feels a bit dizzy and not clearly thinking. Gives an alright nod, as she steps forward. Her hands going to the hem of her skirt. Which fell to just above her knees. Bunching the material in hands she slowly begins to lift her skirt up. Almost as if she herself were a seductive tease. Her breath seem to stall as if time is stopping itself. Yet the cause is her own excitement at lifting her skirt. As she awaits praise from Tim." Yes, Tim I do." She softly in response to his question at the same time as she lifted her skirt up. Her tone one of seeking approval. One that grounds her actions and makes one realise she is no tempestuous, but a teenage girl full of uncertainty. He sits there with a smile as she slowly lifts the skirt. She exposes her small panties to him with such earnestness that he cannot help be pleased. He does not reach out at first but just inspects and nods to himself. But finally he cannot help but touch her waist and turn her so that she is now showing her bottom to him. Her per bottom cheeks with just a slither of material between her tight buttocks." You look really delicious Mario." He says finally as he lets her skirt fall down once more. "I will enjoy knowing that you have some very sexy underwear on. "Please do not wear anything else when you are at school. I want you to realized ow sexy and pretty you are. Ok?" He pats the seat next to him and manages to hide his excitement. She may notice that his cock is hard throughout the tutorial, but he does not do anything about it. He just begins to teach her as he promised. The oppressive heat spikes even more for Mario as she is turned, and the thong is inspected with the fit in back. A fit that exposed her ass, as the thong itself in her backside snuggled within the crack of her ass. Something she had not been used to before. It made her feel exposed. Yet at the same time it excited her that he is looking at her. Then his words of praise calling her delicious. He drops the skirt then. Asking her to wear the thongs for now on. Mariko nods yes as she responds to the request." Yes Tim, I can do such for you." He pat the seat next to his. Obedient Mario goes to sit down. She cannot help but notice the bulge in his lap. At first, she puts it down to merely a bunching of material of his pants. But as she finishes sitting the thought occurs Tim is wearing blue jeans. A such really doesn't poof or bunch as say dress slacks. He begins to tutor her. Throughout the session, she could not help but to look down periodically. For it came to her, he has a hard on. Of course Tim will notice her downward glances to his lap. Even through she tried to be nonchalant about it. It was about halfway through the tutorial that Tim finally could not resist himself. He sat back and turned to the pretty student sat next to him." Is everything ok Mario? I can tell you are distracted. We should perhaps sort out your distraction before we continue to don't you think?" he turned to her and took a sip of his drink. His cock still erect and bulging was now pointing in her direction. His own glance shows he is still admiring her new cleavage. A real quandary is what Mario found herself in. When halfway through the tutoring session. Her professor, Tim would suddenly stop and ask her directly what is wrong. Doing so with not hiding the fact he has an erection. Blinking once, twice, Mario catches her tongue from blurting out that fact. As per her upbringing she would not mention it at all. Politely ignoring the obvious right in front of her." No Timespan, everything is fine. Why is something wrong?" "I am sorry Mario. I am making you uncomfortable." He let his hand move to the erection covering it. "Do you find it difficult working with me like this? Its just how you make me feel. I hope you do not mind. I know. Just try and ignore it. Will you try that for me? Whatever happens just continue to study ok?" He then sat back in his chair and unzipped himself pulling his cock free as he sat next to her. His hand pulled the cock free, and he stroked it as he pointed to the next problem in the text book." Explain to me how you would handle this Mario." he said calmly cock in hand... Her heart races, the thump of its beat seeming to climb out her throat. Pure surprise registers on her face. Stunned as her professor pulled out his engorged cock and begin to stroke himself. While still seemingly continuing with her tutoring, as he asks her how she deal with a problem. Mariko cannot help but look from the problem in the work book to his cock being stroked by him. Back and forth her eyes darted between the two. Her answer is equally ambivalence in which a direct answer is lacking. Through not as purposeful as the question had meant to be double-edged. Hers is born of the shock of the moment. Along with her strict obedient upbringing." I would attack the problem Timespan as how I am instructed to handle it." "Well lets see if we can transfer that logic to another problem." he said with mock seriousness." I as you can see am hard and need to orgasm. I think it would be much easier for me if you lifted your skirt and your top, so I can see you in your bra and panties. Now seeing as how you attack the problem is to wait to be instructed then that Is what I will do." He smiled at her as he turned to face her." I want you to lift your skirt and top and show me your underwear." he said as he began to beat his cock faster just at the thought of it. Perhaps any other girl at the school would have run with such a suggestion. For Mariko, she blush a little, but no thought of not doing enters her thoughts. As she rises up before Tim. She through would not lift her skirt. It is too hard to lift both skirt and blouse so she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She then pulled off her blouse off over her head. Leaving her in the bra and thong that Tim had brought her. As the professor jerked himself off. It is not something that happens every day. So her gaze is locked on his cock in hand. He smiled as she undressed, and his cock sprang to life at such a beautiful firm body." Return your attention to your books Mario. This will become normal to you. We will always study with you dressed like that ok?" His breathing was a little faster and more ragged as her jerked off next to his student. He liked her looking at his long fat cock with its purple and large helmet. His fingers pulled hard on his foreskin when his fingers reached the bottom, and it felt good." You don't mind do you?" He asked wondering what she was thinking. "And if I were to touch you while you study?" Mario nods in agreement to Tim." Yes Tim." If she had compliant or reservations on what is being said. She either is very accepting or a good liar. Yet if it is the former. Her obedience and acquiesce to the directions. Reveals a submissive to Tim. This fact is further accentuated with his question and her very revealing answer." If that is your desire, then yes." Her answer revealed not that she considered she had a choice even given one. No it reflected she would defer a choice to him. Something a submissive would do. His hand was tentative, but he rested his palm over her bra and began to fondle her left breast as he touched his own cock. It was firm and a nice size, and he was obviously very excited. His hand slowed on his cock to prevent any premature ejaculation, and he moved so he could look at her better as he touched her up. His hand moved to the second breasts and after a good squeeze he been to caress her soft skin until he had touched most of her upper body. His hand then pushed apart her thighs, and he sought out the soft front of her panties." I want you to take the textbook and read it out aloud. You must be clear, and I do not want you to stumble over your words." He said with a smile as he began to touch her through her panties. "You are wet aren't you Mario?" Mario could feel her breath quicken as Tim reached out and touched a breast then began to fondle it. Soon he is playing with both. Not for long as his hands slide down over her skin working their way downward. Then suddenly he pushes her thighs apart his hands go over her sex. Now a sharp in take of breath by Mario. And this time she holds it as if the world has stood still. The professor would order her to pick her book and begin reading from it. Not to falter to be clear without stumble while reading it out loud. She really does try, her discipline is such that she lasts for a bit. Yet she does falter. It is too much for her to concentrate while she is being fondled. As she messes up reading from her book. "Now come on Mario. Do not falter. Every time you come here you will do exactly what I say, or you will be punished. I want only the best from you." His touch though was gentle and firm and his own breathing faltered even as he reprimanded his student. He eased the foreskin back and forth over his large helmet in gentle strokes as he obviously did not want to cum too soon." Keep on reading. And remember do not falter. Spread your legs wider." He said as he began to create a groove in her panties where the material slipped between her wet lips. And his fingers lingered on the sensitive button. His own cock flared at his touch and pre-cum dribbled from the slit at the top and coated his hand and helmet with its milky cream. He seemed to not mind as it made his pleasure all the greater. Mario does not panic. Well not in the way of running out of the room. She maintains her seat. Even spreading her legs wider as directed. Then even attempting to read the book again. However, it is clear she is too distracted to read it straight. She starts right then end up cutting and skipping sentences to blending different ones together. As she is indeed getting excited from being fondled. He is so close to cumming, but suddenly he slows down. His hand pausing at the fondles of the girl next to him, and he stops to look at her. He pauses with his heart pounding and his breath heavy as he presses her clit with unmoving fingers. He studies her as he stops as he considers what to do next. She has not stopped him from touching her and even now she reads with difficulty but doing exactly what he says. Finally knowing they are both close to orgasm he pulls his hand from her panties." Stand up Mario. Pull down your panties and spread your legs...." It has revealed a lot to Tim. How far could he push the envelope with Mario. Before she says enough. Is her compliance so far a by-product of her culture. Or is it within her own nature. Is she such a submissive that he could do anything he wanted with her? Did he just happen on such with her coming to the school? Or is it a likely scenario of the two factors. Blending together and creating a perfect pet slave. Thinking over the facts. She is here for tutoring. She is worried about her grade. Which means she is wanting not to disappoint someone. That would be culture in regard to her family. She is willing to do anything for the grade. The fact she allows what is happening right now proves this. To further prove the point of her being naturally submissive. When he orders her to stand and take off her panties. She complies standing up and spreading her legs in wide stance. His playing with her has brought her to arousal. As her nether region glistens with that arousal. As she stands before him. Tim knows what he is doing is wrong, but he does not stop. His hand moved between her legs as he lowers his mouth to hers. He begins to kiss the Asian girl as he readies her sex for fucking. He does not warn her or prepare her but instead pushes her forward over the desk and smiles at her raised bottom. Her sex glistening between them. His hand holds the student down as he pushes in mercilessly from behind. His excitement prevents him from considering the risks of what he is doing. His lust takes over, and he pins the girl down as he fucks her and takes her virginity. He wears no protection or even considers it as he plows in deep from behind plucking her innocence from her with very little thought. In fact, he does not even consider the implications of cumming inside her." This feels so good Mario...." He says with a grin as he finally helps her up a little and then places her textbook in front of her. "Read Mario...." (innocent eyes peer back. Passion hidden behind the innocence. As Mario is drawn into a kiss. Teacher Tim mouth captures hers. At the same time his hand comes between her legs and cups her sex. He feels her breathless gasp within the kiss he takes. The kiss is short-lived as he spins and pushes her forward over the desk. His hands slide over her. Pinning her in an iron grip bent over the desk. Her pert heart shape ass in the air. Her sex glistening with her wetness. Without warning, he plunged his cock deep into her. A sharp pain pierced her as her virginity is shredded with the one swift thrust. Blood intermingles with her juices turning it pink. Then suddenly his hips spring to life thrust fast and hard in and out of her. Slamming her hips against the desk with each stroke. Then suddenly he lifts her front up. Shoves the book in front of her. Telling her to read the text book while he continued to fuck her. It throws her off, it is so hard to concentrate. Yet her makeup is such that she will strive to obey. Mario long hair hands down in her face. She peers past her black strands of hair at the pages below. And then would begin reading. An impossible task, as she is continued to be fucked. As Tim strokes in and out of her. Something else happens and that fact is the silent agreement that comes between them. She now belonged to her teacher. Was it love or something else, a devotion of servitude due to her nature. However, regardless of which way it fell. Tim lingering reservations are for nothing. Like before being bent over the desk and taken. Mario reading is disjointed. As she barely is able to follow half of a sentence as she attempts to read her text book for him. It was just the most perfect view, and he took a time to enjoy it. His hands lovingly caressed the perfect bottom, and he also reached up to touch her long hair. She was so beautiful. He takes his time with her and performs slow strokes so that he can feel enjoyment from every part of her wetness, and so she can feel the benefit of his size and length. Buried deep he has to sigh out loud with utter pleasure as he feels her muscles gripping him tight, and he knows he has never felt a cunt that fits him so tightly and warmly. It is at this moment that he realizes that he has found his perfect girl, and he cannot help but laugh at his luck. There is no need to rush. This girl is not going anywhere any time soon, and he does not want this feeling of utter pleasure to finish." I want you to wear your hair down more often Mario. It is so beautiful and I really love it. This is amazing Mario. I have never felt a pussy as good as yours.... Mmmmmmm god. I want you to push back onto me. I will stay still, and you fuck me ok?" He said as he relaxed his grip on her hips and placed them on his hips letting her take control. Mario nods lightly in agreement, she would for now on wear her hair down. A verbal confirmation follows it." As you desire Tim-San I shall wear it down for now on." For her first time, it is not all bad. The small pain she felt, is overwhelmed by the feeling of his fullness within her. A feeling that makes her feel whole. A revelation her life had been empty before. Through was it truly his cock filling her. Or is it the budding enlightenment of her servitude. The answer a combination of both. Direction is given for her to push back. As Tim-San stops his thrust. His engorged cock twitches inside of her. Her own wetness, pink with her virginity being taken for the first time. Provides a tight slick passage. Lubricating his cock ease of sliding back and forth within her. His hands merely guide her hips as he sets them to clasping over them. Mario starts by rolling her hips. Gyrating so she pushes back onto his cock. Her brightness and intelligence quickly engineering the same results from his thrusting into her. As she now fucks him back, riding his cock. "That's it Mario. Good girl... You look so good riding my cock like that. Such a beautiful sexy girl. Enjoy yourself Mario. Moan and enjoy yourself." He stood with his hands on his hips watching his Asian student ride him. He felt himself enjoying it more and more and could not help but slam forward to meet her backward thrusts. "You are so tight and wet. I don't think I have ever enjoyed myself more. You enjoying it Mario? Eh? Will you come see me every day? You love my cock right?" "Oh yes Tim-San I like very much." Mariko cries softly in response whether she liked it or not. It had opened up something in her. Something missing before in her life. It felt wonderful to feel his huge cock in her. At that moment his cock seems legendary in her mind. The way it filled her so deeply, stretched every part of her. Simply put she enjoyed being used like this. She could fornicate day and night. Now Mario is not the conniving type. Not the type to use her gift, her sexuality to control to dominate the other. No she is a submissive. A Tim has been blessed or just dam lucky that such an exotic beauty has fallen into his lap. He could not help but moan and gasp as he delivered slow but powerful strokes into the petite girl. Each time he pushed in he felt her walls stretch and tighten around him. He could feel himself pushing in deep and it felt amazing. He took his time and he felt the sweat up build, and he glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking her relentlessly for half an hour. His hands moved from her hips to the long hair, and he began to speed up. He fucked her hard and fast pulling her back with her long silky hair. He came hard and suddenly deep inside her and collapsed on top of the poor girl gasping as he spilled cum after cum inside her unprotected womb. He let his hand slide underneath her and felt her belly. His fingers splayed out protectively as he whispered... "No pills ok...." He kissed her and slowly pulled out. "On your knees Mario. Lick me clean." The old clock on the wall continued its tic toc. It helped Mario to gauge the timing of pushing back onto his thrusts that drove into her. The professor picked up speed. Just when she thought he could not enter further into her. He seemed to reach even farther into her. Mariko did not realise that her professor had cum inside of her. Not until he collapsed against her and he stops his thrust into her. That she realises he has finished. His hands slipped and splayed under her covering her tummy. He whispers 'no pills'. The remark on no pills puzzles her. As Mario has no thought on getting pregnant. It just doesn't occur to her. She slips from sprawled over the desk dropping to her knees as she twists and turns. Without hesitation or any kind of balking at the command. She begins to lick his dick clean. As some of his semen is now seeping out and oozing down her inner thighs. As her tongue diligently laps over his cock cleaning him. The next two weeks were pretty spectacular. Mario was the model student and each night at the usual time she came up to his apartment and did exactly as she asked. Today was Friday and Tim was hoping to take Mario out of school on the Saturday and the Sunday, but first he had a surprise for her. Tim managed the football team, and he had been delighted with the dedication and commitment he had got from one of his star players, and he had hoped to reward the boy. So they were sat waiting by the fireplace drinking beer when Mario arrived at her usual time. Tim heard the girl come up the steps and went to answer the door. He opened it and noticed that something was not quite right, and his face quickly mirrored thunder. The boy William stood to greet Mario and his jaw dropped when he saw who she was and his cock twitched. She had become famous for wearing short skirts and low cut tops and was one of the most desirable girls in school..." Come in Mario. Explain yourself quickly." Tim said shaking with anger at her. Curiously Mario cast a glance at the boy. His style of dress pegged him as a school jock. His face flashed that lustful look. The sharp little pangs of his facial muscles twitching. Told her he was shocked to see her. Only a split moment attention is afforded to the boy. For Tim-San face suddenly snarled into an angry rage. So much so he began to shake due to his anger. As he bade her to come in and explain herself. She recoils, barely visible flinch at that moment. Stepping into the room as she quickly recovers. A moment consternation over what has she done wrong. And it comes quick as she realises she has her hair in a ponytail. She had tied it up. When she had taken a shower after physical education class. As she had not wanted to get her hair wet and forgotten to take her hair out of the ponytail. In a very contrite apologetic tone, with her sing-song like voice Mario gives explanation." I am sorry Tim-San, I took a shower after gym class and had not wanted to get my hair wet. I tied it into a ponytail to keep it from falling directly into the shower spray. Furthermore, I forgot to take it out of the ponytail afterward." "I know you are sorry. But you have disappointed me." He said shutting the door behind her. "I was hoping to give Jason here a area\t, and you have not only ruined my plans, but you have also disobeyed me." He moved over to where Jason stood. The boy was wide-eyed as he stared at the Asian beauty. It was obvious the boy did not know anything about their relationship or what the treat might be." Will you move to the table and bend over pleased Mario? I am afraid Jason will have to watch your punishment. Because you deserve it don't you girl?" Without protest the Asian Japanese beauty would move over to the table as directed and would bend over flashing and revealing the thong she wore underneath her short skirt. To both Tim and the jock. The apprehension that Mario feels is not what is coming. Or that she is posing provocatively to the jock. A variable she has not had to deal with before. No it is over the fact she is displeased Tim that bothers her the most. She has shamed him and thus deserves her punishment in her mind. To bring such a loss of face to Tim-San is so unacceptable." Yes Tim-San I deserve my punishment for such shame I brought you." Tim moves to stand behind Mario. Without any fuss he lifts the skirt up onto her back and with ease he slips the thong down her slender legs and off lifts each foot to then finally place the thong before her on the table. The jock is standing open-mouthed as he gets the most amazing view of her from the rear." I am tempted to send you to the hairdresser today and have you ask for a new hairstyle. One that you will definitely regret disobeying me for. What do you think of that?" He said leaving her in the position for a moment as he threatens her with a drastic hair cut. He opens a cupboard to reveal a cane, a paddle and a belt. "Which do you want Mario?" "Please no, I am sorry. Please I beg you my master Tim-San. Sob. Don't send me to the hairdressers. Sob. Paddle. I'll do anything you want." Her hair is her everything, without her hair. She is like the biblical Samson. She would lose her identity, cease to exist. It put terror in her voice just to think about it. The experience would be very traumatic if done. He could lose her he would realise. A permanent loss that is read in her body tensing and her voice. Out of the three, she knew the belt would hurt, and the bamboo would hurt even more. As well as the paddle, but the paddle would leave less of a mark. Sure it would give a wider exposure and reddening of skin. But it would not be as lasting as the belt. Nor would it be as painful as the bamboo stick. The fact she is exposed to the jock doesn't even come to mind. Not consciously, but on a subconscious level. It turned her on, and it showed in how quickly she becomes damp. He stood considering as she sobbed over the desk. The boy stood agape at the scene before him and finally Tim spoke." Ok Mario. You may keep your hair, but why should I listen to you choosing the paddle? Do you not think angering me is worth a few marks? Do you lie about your adoration?" He said moving so she could see him. Once again she is quick. Showing her high IQ, she may be submissive. However, she was not a nitwit. The sobs still come, abate slowly as she is reigning them in. The terror fading with his response she would keep her hair." The paddle will hurt just like the others master Tim-San but will not leave a mark. I think of your master in this. I cannot see my ass, so why should my pleasing ass be marred and thus ruin your viewing pleasure." She did not want to be marred. For one simple reason, it could get him in trouble. She is looking out for him. He should realise such. She could not explain away such bruises if found by a faculty member of the school that he could not control. He should see past what she said. What she spoke was for the jock to hear. But her master Timespan should see past and what she really meant. An anger should be abated enough for him to do this. "Very good Mario. You are an excellent pupil and one of my favorites. Its upsets me to have to punish you like this." Tim said as he moved forward to stroke her hair fondly. He stood to one side and let the other student watch as he began to methodically spank her bottom. Lightly at first but with growing speed and strength. The paddle stung and caused her bottom to glow red, but he still did not stop.Finally, though he did stop and turned to her face and stroked her hair." How do you feel Mario? Does it hurt? Shall I spank you harder? To think I was going to show you off. How disappointing. I was going to let the young man enjoy your sweet mouth. But now I must consider if you really do care for me." He stroked her hair gently looking down at her with a concerned look on his face. Mario focuses hard to keep from crying out loud as she is spanked with the paddle. It might not leave a lasting marks. Her ass still becomes very much red. Her rear smarting from the spanking. She is pulled up and spun around to face the professor and jock. Shakes her head no, when asked if she should be again spanked. An if it hurt, that is her rear from the spanking." No master Tim-San another is not needed. I feel the pain of mistake and have learned from it." As to what he should do. She could not say. That is up to him. Yet it disappointed her. It showed a sign of weakness to her. Especially if he is using it as a silly mind game. She is submissive, and such tactics are childish to make her say what he should order her to do. She would not get caught up in that game. He stood looking at her defiant face and felt a rush of lust as he looked at her. Ignoring the jock for a moment he moved forward and placed his hand on the back of her head as he kissed her. He loved the touch of her silky hair, and he proceeded to remove the ponytail as he kissed her. His other hand reaches up to fondle her breast through her top. His kiss explores her mouth and the neck and ears, and he enjoys the feeling of her body against his. Pulling back he lowers her thong down her thighs and off her feet." I have to have you first Mario. My wonderful lover..." The jock is forgotten, a mere side note in what plays out between master and slave. The angry defiant look evaporates from Mario's face. As Tim slides his hand under hers skirt and grabs her thong. Pulling the scantily pantie down her thighs and past her knees. She lifts her feet when he takes her thong down to her ankles. As he did this his other hand reaches and clasps over a breast of hers. While pressing his lips to her and engaging a kiss with her. Mariko can feel the heat of the moment. The other, the jock that Timespan has brought looks on a bit surprised and puzzled. As their professor is suddenly more than professional bond of teacher student. Tim will feel the nipple become hard an engorged under his touch as he fondles her breast. He feels her mouth give way and tongue meet his in a swirling dance of passion. His hands reluctantly leave her body so that he can quickly undo the belt and push down his trousers. The jock can now see his firm and muscular behind peeking out below the tails of his shirt and his proud and large erection as it presses against the beautiful Asian girl. Their kisses are broken by murmurers of desire and passion as once again his hands swarm all over her firm teenage body until he can take it no longer. He lifts the petite girl into his arms and lowers her straight onto his erect and vertical dick. A loud moan escape him as he penetrates her quickly and fully until her outer lips brush the base of his cock and balls. With powerful arms he lowers and lifts her easily and with each fall he kisses her passionately. (master threw caution to the wind. As his kisses are heated and with flames of desire. Within the kisses he drops his own pants. To reveal his engorged cock already pumping with the lust of desire for her. Mario return the kisses with an equal passion. Then suddenly the kisses are broken as she is lifted then spitted upon his cock as he impales her deeply. A soft gasp of pleasure escapes from her. Her eyes fall upon her classmate. And she knew caution has been thrown to the wind. She worried as she rode his cock in wild delight. As he bounced her up and down on it. That his revealing this to the jock would be his undoing. Her look towards her follow student is interrupted. As she is brought down again and again on Tim San cock. He presses deep wild kisses. In which she responds in kissing him back with equal passion. She is his to obey in both body and mind. As she fully joins in, riding her master. Her hips gyrating pushing down when he brings her down as he lifts and pulls her back down. She can feel his muscles ripple with the exertion. Still how would her master keep the jock quiet. This lingers in the back of her thoughts. Especially after what he is witnessing. The jock stood open-mouthed until he realized that his master was intending to reward him. The jock realized quite quickly that the teacher intended for the petite Asian beauty to get spit roasted by the two of them. The teacher lifted her up slightly as the jock stood behind. His own cock quickly pulled free from his jeans, and soon he was pressing it against the wet pussy. The teacher smiled as he felt the second cock press against his, and he knew that the petite Asian would soon feel incredibly stretched. He lowered her gently at first until at least half of each cock was inside her, and then he began to lower her up and down on both their cocks. Mario question is somewhat answered. For Tim beckon the jock to join them. Of course, she would not and thus does not protest such. That he would be joining in. It is what Timespan wants. The jock quickly has his engorged cock pulled out from his jeans and is coming behind her. At the same time Tim-San lifts her. She feels the press of the jock against her backside. And then his cock pushing in alongside Timespan cock. Stretching her out as his cock slid in alongside Tim's. Quickly she realises as she is locked into the press of the two impaling her. That it is near impossible for them to really pump their cocks into her. Each risked pulling themselves out. So Mario would start rolling her hips. As she rides the two cocks stuffed inside of her. The heat of the two bodies against her. Causing her to perspire, a sheen of sweat now glistening over her nubile form. The cocks stretching her out so wickedly. Soft moans of pleasure escape as she continues to ride towards her climax and that of Timespan and the jock. The two men though were not ready yet to cum to so quickly and after a quick suggestion from his teacher the Jock pulled free leaving her gaping a little around the other cock. He then moved back and began to press his slick cock against her tight rear. Now in the new position Tim lowered her slightly and began to bounce her on his cock just as the jock pressed into her very tight rear. The jock held her still letting Tim ram in repeatedly. #The jock breathed in her hair and held her still as she got fucked from the front. But now she had her cock stuffed full as well." How is it my sweet?" He asked his favorite pupil. The jock would pull out leaving Mario feeling empty after being so stretch out with the two cocks. The master continues to bounce her up and down his cock. But then she understood why the master had the jock pull out. As he now pressed his cock against her ass and then his head would tease her tight pucker rim hole. The master lift her and then bring her down. As the jock would begin invading her anally. With the masters cock in her. It again felt tight with the two cocks. She liked this very much." I like very much master. I like it please me a lot." She gasps out in response as she is double stuffed and pinned between the two. As the work in and out of her in unison. She was so light and easy to hold that the two of them had no trouble. Their stamina was impressive and the Jock who was tasing his first anal sex was loving it. Each of them fucked the poor Asian girl hard and long until they could not last any longer. It was almost as if the three of them were in sync as they pulled her down one last time to bury both cocks deep inside her. The two men moaned in unison as they emptied horny balls inside her. Their bodies glistened, and they laughed knowing they had just had an all time great fuck. Very gently Tim lifted the poor girl off their cocks and onto her feet and bent down to give her a gentle kiss. He then turned to the Jock and slapped hands with him." Is she not amazing?" he said to the Jock. "She truly is. Will you kneel down and suck us clean now my dear?" he asked the gentle girl. Both of them would fill her with their semen. Cumming almost in unison. They would disengage from her, Tim sets her down on her feet. Mario's legs are really unsteady. Their semen seep from both her holes down along her inner thighs. Yet a smile comes as she is praised by her master and the jock agrees with him. Master Tim with a touch of affection leans over and kisses her. He then commands her to kneel and clean them. Of course, he worded it if she will. Through more in terms of polite concourse between a master and slave. Without hesitation, Mario slides down to her knees. First attending to her master. Her tongue lashing out and swirling around his cock as she licked her own juices and wayward cum off of it. Since she was not looking to get him off. Once she is down cleaning him, she pulls away and switch to the jock. Her tongue was again would bathe over a cock. As she lapped him clean. Then to fully finish cleaning him she once again takes it in her mouth. Finished, Mario would pull back, remaining on her knees. A pool of their semen having formed on the floor of his office from what has seeped out. Tim and the jock William look down at the pretty girl and smile. Both dress as Tim points to the floor and says." You have made a mess Mario. I want it all cleaned up, and then you can use your fingers and clean your two holes as well. I want to see you eat every last drop." William looked stunned as his teacher gave her such instructions. Tim then poured them both a drink so they could bond while Mario did as instructed. The two of them sat while watching her do as requested and spoke quietly." I want you to have Mario as your girlfriend. She is learning to dress slutty, and I am happy for you to have her use you orally, but otherwise I want to be present. Be nice to her and treat her with respect. She means the world to me." He said at the wide-eyed teenager. Master Tim and William both dress. Mario did not, she had not been told she could. As she remained kneeling. Master Tim would see that their cum had seeped out of her and puddle on the floor. A slight pause before she goes down to lick up the puddle. Though it is not because she is balking. It is because she had lapped up a pubes hair from one of them. A now it caught in her throat. As she momentarily coughs and hack it up. Once she gains her composure. She prostrate herself over the puddle and lick it up off the floor. Now with cleaning herself. She deviates a bit. As she would use her fingers to ply herself open as she shows William and reminds Tim just how flexible she is. As she goes down on herself in licking herself clean. Her fingers spreading her nether lips so she can lick herself. She then licks her inner thighs clean. A finally she lick clean her pucker rim hole and swirl her tongue in her anal passage. Leaving one swearing she could really contort herself. She is to be Williams girlfriend. This she thinks about. Why the master would want that. But she will without question. Through she wonders if William will listen and not use her away from the master. She really was amazing and Tim was pleased to watch her social ranking climb as she spent time with William. They looked a slightly odd couple as William really suited a blonde but still Tim enjoyed seeing them together. The next week he saw Mario often. Sometimes with William and sometimes alone. Tim felt himself grow fonder and fonder of the sweet teen. It was Friday night, and she had just arrived at his study." I am going to be having some friends for dinner tomorrow. I would like you to meet them." he told her. "I want you to dress for me. I will give you some money, and you can go shopping and get your hair done.... Would you like me to come with you? Help you choose? Maybe we could go to a spa..." He then bent down and kissed her head fondly. "I have missed you all day..." He said in a quieter voice and his hands ran across her firm breasts... "I find myself thinking of you often. Even when the other school girls flirt with me, I think of you and your lovely body.... ""So we spend tomorrow together?" he said lifting her face to meet his. A week has past since that day in the study of master Tim with William. In that week as directed she has been Williams girlfriend. Her social status rose because of it. Mario is acutely aware of this. Through why the master would want this she could not fathom. During the week when she sees her master. Either with William or even by herself he would offer her no clue to the why of it. Its one-week later, Mario returns to the study. William is not with her. She kneels before Tim when she enters the study in obedient fashion, waiting for his command. He approaches her speaking. She is to go get herself something new to wear for a dinner party she is to attend tomorrow that he is hosting. He would give her money to shop with. He asks if she is like him to come to help choose. She nods yes to this as she replies." Yes, master Timespan." He clasps her head and leans down giving her a kiss on her head. Stating that spend the day tomorrow. As she would be picking out something to wear with his help. A possibly they would go to a spa. Also, she is to get her hair done. He turns her face up to meet him, and he looked deeply into her eyes." I want to show you off tomorrow. I have told my friends all about you, and they cannot wait to meet you. Furthermore, I want each of them to repeatedly have you. Furthermore, I cannot wait." He stroked her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair." For a dress I want to get something sheer and figure hugging. Where possible I want you to keep it on. And by the end of the night it will be torn and cum stained. Your hair I think will be up with nice curls to it. I don't want anything cut from it. But I like the idea that you leave looking much more mussed than when you arrived." He pulled his cock out for his girl and sat waiting for her to lick him." The spa I will have your sex completely shaved along with your legs. I would like you to also receive a pedicure and a manicure, and you can then join me in the Steam Room where you will suck me off under cover of the steam. If we can find a pretty girl to watch all the better. Underwear wise I think suspenders, belt and a thong. Sounds good to you my dear?" Mario listen intently to what Timespan had to say. What she is to wear. And that they will be going to a spa where she would get a bikini was, pedicure and manicure. Also, she is to join him in the steam room at the spa. In the middle of his instructions for tomorrow. He pulls out his cock. Mario leans and begins licking it, like one big popsicle. All of this of course is to have her ready for meeting his friends. Who are going to get to use her as much as they want. She also was to have her hair fixed. Other details such as she is not to take off the dress. To leave it on, as to let it get into a torn state and thus removed only in that way. With that last thought of thinking over what the master said. Her lush lips would slide over his cock, and she suckles on it. Her mouth on his cock feels good as usual. He sits back and spreads his legs enjoying every moment. His stamina is good, and he sits there knowing that she would happily suck his cock for as long as he wants. His hand idly runs through her hair and he sighs contentedly. He waits until he can feel the cum nearly bubbling free and with a gentle tug of her hair he pulls her back away from his cock so that the cool air calms his passion. The bubbling semen does not quite burst free and his orgasm is prevented leaving his gasping a little." Show me your breasts Mario. I like to see them." Leaning forward he runs his hands through her hair and turns her face to meet his." You truly are the most beautiful of all the girls I have ever seen. Truly beautiful." His hand moves down to her breasts... "You make me want to do such bad things. You know that?" (Timespan reaches down and pushes me off from sucking on his cock. He is near release, I could taste his pre-cum. I release and pull back off of his cock. Looking up to him. He commands me to show him my breasts. With total obedience I undo my top and pull it off. Follow by slipping off my bra. However, I don't stop there. I undo my school skirt and then yank the strings of my string bikini and pull it off. So I am nude for master Timespan. His words of I tempt him to do naughty things to me. Brings a smile to my face. But the smile truly doesn't show the elation. Through the wetness that forms on my privy area. Well that is a tell-tale sign on truly how much I am pleased. As my heart races faster in anticipation of implied naughty things to come. Which leads me to think of my father. If he has seen me now he would this own me. Seeing me act the slave. Because he would consider the master below me. It would anger him greatly. Funny how I want good grades and all. So I can please my father and not disappoint him. Yet I thread on something far worse. Still it makes me feel whole to be owned. Master Tim looks down at his Asian beauty. His eyes and hands begin to enjoy her body from her slender neck and down over her curvy and slender body. He enjoyed the softness of her skin and the perfect golden color. He plants a single kiss on her rose colored lips before looking in her eyes." I wonder how much you love me. Whether you have mentally committed yourself to me for life. I would have you that long. I think you will satisfy me even into old age." His hands caressed her face. "But will you allow me to fill you here and have my children. Or serve me in more basic ways. Or let me take out my anger on you in times of stress...." He looks down at her firm breasts and imagines his palm slapping it painfully and shivers in excitement." I think a good girl like you should.... enjoy her master in every way. Would you open your mouth for me and drink my piss?" He stood up and held his cock in hand wondering whether she would go that far.... The request is one that has not been asked before. For what seems long moments of passage of time. The master holds his cock in front of her face. His words moments before had surprised her all of them. Most pleasing that he considered he's keeping her long past her time as a student at the school. This pleased her immensely. And then the shocking request if she would drink his pee. In that seemingly long pause to her. Her mind raced if she would. Leaning forward she plies her lush full lips he just planted a peck of a kiss on and wrap around his cock with them. To Tim the second is just that the split second to react. As he would realise the control he has over his new slave. How eager she is to please him in complete obedience. He could even approach the dean to have her as a full-time slave. All in the realm of an ongoing experiment in showing the cultural studies of the history of slavery and bondage. That would occur to him. For now her mouth and throat eagerly await his need to relieve himself. Her quietness and calm amazes him even though he has just asked the impossible. Her quick mind mulls over his questions and comments and then with very little reaction she coats his helmet with her sweet lips and then waits patiently for his urine. Tim cannot believe she is positioned so and in such an unflinching way. He positions himself better and steps back so that his piss would arch into the air and into her open mouth. He wants to see the journey and part of him hopes that it will splash on her lips and chin. He takes his time and with wide eyes he relaxes his bladder for just a moment. Furthermore, he watches his piss arch into the air and with perfect aim it lands on her tongue and into her mouth. Furthermore, he watches for her reaction...... Does not move when Tim pulls back from her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. As if understanding what he is about her mouth remains open. He grab his cock in hand and then would let go releasing his bladder as a stream of his pee arches through the air. With surprising uncanny aim he hit her open mouth splashing down onto her tongue and down her into her throat. She blinks but does not flinch. The blink is because some of it splashes up towards her eyes. And as supposed by Tim, some of it dribbles down her chin and onto her bosom. Yet she works tirelessly to swallow as much as she can. Through it is much like guzzling as the stream seems unending. He moans in absolute delight. She is gulping down his urine with barely a flinch. Not wanting to waste his entire bladder he moves slightly and lets his urine coat her black hair. Pulling her hair forward he begins to piss on her forehead and then down the silky strands watching it slick back onto her face." You are such an amazing woman. Do you like my piss? Will you drink from me whenever?" He said pausing for a moment to look at her covered in piss. He then bent over and kissed her. Furthermore, he could taste his own piss, but he did not stop. His tongue sought out her tongue, and he kissed her deep before standing up once more and resuming a trail off piss into her mouth. The pee would leave her mouth as master Tim San aimed for her face and then onto her hair. Unwavering she remained, the only break in her composure is when it stops, and he kisses as she is drenched in his pee, her face still wet, the taste of it still in her mouth. She is surprised he would do such a thing. Breaking the kiss he stands back up asking her if she would drink when ever for him. She nods yes as she answers." Yes master, if what you wish." She answers as he resumes peeing, aiming it once again into her mouth as she again gulps it down as best as she can.

Boarding School transformation (Elven Sex Goddess and Jester)|rating:1.0

_Yes my net giggles. Does that Bother you__ (HarakunxCexlan)

It would be a late evening. During summer. In the rain. The market itself was tiny as well as outdoors, though a semi-permanent hung over the entire vending district to shield it from the elements. Despite its late hour, people remained among the vendors purchases the things one could only purchase at night. Most people here, at this market, at his hour, were not the same as those who came earlier, when it was light and sunny. They were...of a different ilk. The ilk that children pretended to be, in story books and fantasy games. Or perhaps truly some every day folk, with less than every day abilities. Carriages were drawn by massive, strong horses--some winged, some with horns protruding like bone spirals from their brow. Some had hooves of fire, others looked to be made of seaweed--those you would need to remain away from, relies were bad news. Some vendors, and patrons, had pointed ears and shorter stature. Somewhere very small and stout, resembling dwarves. Some carried huge staffs, longer than they were, with glowing orbs, or animal skins. And yet, every-day humans that remained on the other side, on the 'our world' side, would walk right through all off this and not see any of it. Because they did not -believe- any of it. Sure, some kids could see them--where do you think they got their games? But after a while...no. The children, too, would be blind. Among these patrons was a man, a boy really, more knees and elbows than limbs. His hair stuck up at odd, unusual angles, and was the color of the deepest part of the night sky--a purple, though so dark one only need to barely tilt their head to see it as black. His eyes, however...or, 'eye', as it was all t'was visible, counter-acted the darkness of his hair. It glowed, a brilliant, soft gold like a flashlight, or a lamp. He was perusing a stand that had fruit shaped like, oddly enough, stars, thoughtful in his murmurings. A long, thin gold staff rested over his shoulder, the star-and-net at the other end held the wares he had purchased previously. He wore very little--a belt of deep violet, with glittering gold chains and star-shaped bangles, violet stockings (and presumably something between the two), gold wrappings about his calves, and flats. His top was nothing more than a silken, violet shawl, twists of gold down his arms...and, a halo. Though, it tilted this way and that as if drunken, glitter sloughing off when it remembered its job and hurried back to sit atop his head. His stature was small, just under five eight perhaps, and he was about as thin as a man of late-teens could get without looking sickly--and pale. Very, very pale. He paid for a fruit, with a strange gold coin, and had to really stretch to drop it into the net at the end of his staff. "There," he chimed to himself. "Almost done with Granted's order." A Scarlett, rare to visit the earthen worlds. A star born into a physical body, to serve the stars of the night sky--mobile, for those without mobility. Or, a fancy, magic errand boy, really. Back when he was still young, he was always ecstatic to be able to see them. Often times, he'd point them out to his parents, but they would not even pay him attention. The vendors in the small market would even only motion for him to keep quiet by putting their index fingers over their mouths and let out a 'shh' that only he could hear. They waved at him and he, still shy that time, would just stick close to his parent and grasp their pant leg. His parents believed this was just a phase he was going through, that their little boy would just grow up to be a big, strong man. Apparently, they were mistaken. They weren't wrong about him growing up. What they've mistaken is that, he still saw them whatever he does. He'd see them laughing and talking about random things while he's taking a bath, he'd see them react to the smell while he'd poop, and some had even tried to converse with him when they noticed that he was paying them much attention. He didn't talk to them, though. Furthermore, he wouldn't want to be mistaken as that of a mentally retarded person so he paid them no mind. It took a while for him to get used to ignoring them and they, of course thought that he couldn't see them, continued dilly-dallying along their way. Sadly, though, it was hard to sleep at nights. This was the very reason why he'd caught the two little mythical creatures in his room after much research on how to catch them and kept them in his room. His parents had thought he was planning to get a dog with a cage in his room but what they didn't know was that two dwarves were inside, unable to get out even if they wanted to. Hara passed by one of the worn-out buildings downtown, only to overhear about exotic beings unknown to mankind being sold here. They, apparently, gave out a kind of pair of glasses to those that want to see them beings and he, with the excuse of wanting to see, took a pair but didn't wear it. He'd seated himself in the very far back of that show and all throughout, he noticed one thing: these were all creatures he saw whenever he'd passed by the little market - with vendors and patrons that all looked strangely enough - for his part-time job. By the time the show was done, he'd come to talk with the one selling them off and behind all of them was a strange creature. A man with a horse for its head and dragon hands hidden behind gloves. For a normal human being, they'd only see another human being but when one had eyes like that of Hara, they saw the world differently. "I can give you what you need," he'd told the man, "Just as long as you give me compensation for the creatures I bring you." That was how he'd started to become a bounty hunter unbeknown to the human world. Rumors, though, have started spreading in the 'other world' but business continued on as usual just with their patrons growing smaller and smaller every time Hara stuck out to grab one of them. Oddly enough, one late evening, he spotted a strange creature, and he couldn't help but find himself coming over with his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark glasses. "You're a strange one," he started as he'd acted like he looked interested in buying one of the fruits the boy was perusing just a little while ago. Pulling his glasses up to brush a few strands back and put his glasses atop his head, he turned his gaze to the Scarlett. "I haven't seen your kind along here." The boy himself looked up at the man with mild surprise as he relaxed back onto the flat of his shoes. Both hands wrapped around his staff, heavy end drawling it close to his shoulder to rest. After a moment, and quiet contemplation that, yes, the man was indeed talking to him, he smiled brightly and tilted his head. "Well, they're many of mes in this quarter, since I'm the only me I know." That seemed to puzzle him a moment, then he blinked with realization. "Oh! You mean statuettes. Ha, yeah, we don't get out much. But two of my Ladies wanted some earthbound fruits and so, zip, bounce and a rain cloud later, here I am." His weight shifted forward and was distributed to his staff to be his support. He rocked back on his heels, sticking his hind-quarters out and laughed--a sound like bells. "You sure are dressed funny. Like those ghosts who don't see us here." The boy surprised him again with that bright smile of his. It didn't seem to match well with the other's gold hair. He stood out too much. Among all the other creatures here as of the moment, he was the fanciest and the one who wore little to fewer clothes. Not that he was complaining. The more skin he saw, the more it stirred something inside him. Licking his dry lips wet, he returned the bright smile with a small smile of his own as he listened to him speak. "A Scarlett?" he repeated. This was a rare being then if he was the only one in this world. He'd make big money. Except that, he didn't seem to want to see him in anybody's hands other than his own - both physically and emotionally. "Then, this must be my lucky day." As he said those words, he heard the other's next words that had him immediately putting up his guard. "Ah. Well. I haven't changed yet, you see," the male started as he'd oddly wanted to hear that laughter again. It sounded like bells to his ears. "But at least, I'm not as inviting as you are." Hara reached out to put his hand around the handle of the other's staff and used his free hand to take his chin and hold it in place. With him so close and his lips hovering over the Scarlett's own, he smiled a little slyly. "Tell me, are you in a hurry?" "Lucky day? Why is it L... Luh..." The staff felt warm, almost as if it had a pulse, a sustained heat of life of its own. It hummed quietly beneath the man's hand, unused to another touch and, though it had no voice or consciousness, was as curious as its wielder. The boy blinked again, like turning a light on and off, and upon re-opening his eye grew just a bit bigger as the man was quite suddenly in his face. As unused to close contact as his staff, a pale rose of a blush bloomed across his cheek bones and spread rapidly up to his slightly pointed ears. It was a rather girlish contrast to the purple of the rest of, what you could loosely call, his wardrobe. "L-luck--Hurry? W-well, no I don't think either of my ladies will be moving any time soon..." The blush seemed only to grow the longer the man's hand was on his chin--and perhaps his staff. Did all earthbound creatures talk this close to each other? How odd to communicate right in front of one another. Why was he dressed that way? What made him lucky? 'I'm not a falling star,' he thought quietly to himself, though his eye scanned the man's face with a naivety that couldn't be faked. "U-um, why do you ask? Do you need help with something?" Then, as if manners had suddenly beat him on the back of the head; "W-what's your name?" Hara felt his eyes widen when he'd felt that warmth that shouldn't be in a staff when he'd held it. Strange. As he'd thought this, he'd moved his attention back at the boy he's teasing as of the moment and inwardly smiled in amusement at that reaction. He liked it and though he knew he shouldn't be, he'd felt his thumb moving up to brush along the boy's cheek. His index finger was still under his chin and his other hand still continued to hold on the said staff. "Oh?" he'd asked as he'd heard his reply. If that was the case, then, he should probably think of a way to lure this Scarlett to his den. Surprise was evident on his features at the sudden question and his brows rose just a bit. It took him a while to think of a reply but when he had, he'd cleared his throat and smiled. "If I say yes, would you do it for me?" he asked him again before he'd let go of the boy's chin to bring his hand down to have the tips of his fingers run along that thin and very pale arm. The boy was appealing in the clothes even with him bordering to malnutrition - or so humans call them - and he wouldn't mind corrupting this seemingly native Scarlett that only he could see with his own eyes. Luckily for him, it was a cold day just after a rain so not much people crossed this street because of the muddy road. "And... do tell me your name first before I tell you mine." He smiled rather charmingly as his fingers brushed over the gold bangles around the other's forearm. Something about the man was predatory. Strange, considering most dressed, and looking, like this man were called 'Homo sapiens' and they were hardly dangerous...unless it was to each other. Then they were plenty dangerous. But to a Scarlett? Perhaps this is why he replied as he did. Perhaps it was the soft touches making the pink turn red; the soft thumb, the light finger on his arm. Maybe his nativity. Or maybe nothing at all but manners. "Of course, I like to help. It's kind of like, my job." His thing shoulders rose and fell in indifference, though the pale, shining eye looked down in mild embarrassment. "Where do you need help? And, my name is Ella." He glanced back up at him. This man...he wasn't what he seemed. But trust was built, as was so normal and easy to do in the blissfully ignorant. The bangles that were brushed over were warm, though whether they created their own warmth, or whether they fed off the heat of the Scarlett's body, was indecipherable. Hara couldn't help but even more amused when he seemed to have had this Scarlett, Ella, take his bait. Was he even aware of what he was going to do to him? Nothing sexual, of course, but for a rare specie like this one... he was sure there would be a lot who'll want to take this. Hell, he could even do it without having to go through the trouble of only receiving a certain amount of money in exchange for this Scarlett. "Then," he'd started as he'd continued to charm the other with his smile. "Ella," the name rolled out of his lips rather smoothly, and he leaned in a little more to whisper his next words into the Scarlett's ear. He wasn't sure whether to test him out for his to-be clients just to know how to describe him or just take him for himself. He could be useful, too. The latter idea sounded very much convincing. "I need help locating a friend. Do you think you can bring her to me? She's a poor thing left out in the cold, blissfully unaware of what the other creatures might do to her and had just lost her loved ones." How he knew this, of course, was obviously because he was the one who had sold her parents. From the mother he'd taken just after the old man who were both faeries, she had cried out, pleading the bounty hunter to let her go because she had her daughter back in their home. "A faerie. Tell her I know her parents and have a message to pass down onto her." Of course as the man deliberated, as did the star. Why was this man touching him so many places? Was it customary? Should he touch him back? If so, where should he touch him? His mind ran off in many different directions, most of them old stories the Ladies had told him about bowing and curtsies and hand shakes. But this 'greeting' didn't fit any sort of tail they had ever spun for him before. His attention was brought back quickly when the man began to speak. And, as if beckoned, the blush rushed across his nose and cheeks as the man leaned closer and into his ear. 'My, he is getting very close,' he thought quietly to himself, hands curling tighter on his staff. Why did that make him feel all wriggly inside? The mention of the 'lost' and lonely' little fairy girl brought him back to reality, though the warm breath on his ear seemed to want to draw him back out again. One of his hands left his staff to cover his lips--his eye looked sad. "Oh...the poor thing! Of course, I'll help you find her." He leaned to look at him, now more worried than sad. The male's hand had found itself resting on the Scarlett's waist, only idly playing with the cloth wrapped around there. When he'd seen and heard the other's reaction, he lost his smile and nodded as if to silently tell the other that it is, indeed, true. "Yeah," he started before he'd acted surprised. There was no reason for him to be, and he quickly put on a look of gratitude while retrieving his hand from the staff and the other's waist to take the other's hand into his own. "Thank you," he said, bringing the boy's hand up to his lips to kiss the back of his fingers, "Thank you very much, Ella." As if that wasn't enough, he'd continued on while looking rather slyly up at the mythical creature. He was just glad the other couldn't read minds. "I'll make sure to repay you greatly. I'll thank you in a way I know how." Of course, he was sure Ella didn't know what that meant. He may have thought of not touching the other in any way but with how warm the other's hand was to his touch, he couldn't help but imagine him writhing underneath him and asking for more with a lustful look. Now, just how would Ella look like then? Poor little fairy, all lost and alone. Of course, he'd help the poor little creature, even if it was to her doom. Not that he assumed it would be to her doom, but, t'was the case in any event. The contentment on the others face bright a smile to his own, bright and glowing like his entire demeanor. The hand on his hip was only noticed when it was gone, and he glanced down only briefly to right the silk fabric, before looking back up. Then his hand was kissed. He turned almost neon-red, eye growing wide at the gesture, and looked between his hand and the man with a look of confused awe. Only knights kissed princesses that way, or so said the ladies. The man thought he was a princess? Did he look like one of the pretty women from lore? How flattering. He gathered he was probably staring, and fidgeted awkwardly. His staff's end drew awkward squiggles in the dirt. "Y-you don't have to thank me at all. I mean, y-you're going to help her. So, so that's all you need...to -do-, you know? I appreciate it and everything...er, Sir..." He blinked, then glanced back up at him. "Er, what's your name? You didn't...tell me. I can't tell her who knows about her parents if I don't know your name, silly." The Scarlett's reaction to the way he'd kissed his hand was priceless. The bounty hunter couldn't help but smile in obvious amusement. Sure, he wanted to laugh, but he wouldn't want to catch any more attention than he already is. He's seen a couple of people pass by - perhaps one or two - who gave him strange looks, but he paid them no mind. It isn't like they're asking for his attention, after all. Hara lightly stroked the said fingers, and he'd shaken his head at the other's reply. That wasn't what he wanted. "But I also need help in something else," he said, trying to make his voice sound troubled, "After you do manage to find her for me." Upon hearing those next words, he realized he really did need to give a name. But, if he gave his own name, he'd be in trouble should this Scarlett know who he is. After all, he is quite famous even in the mythical world. They just do not know his face because he happens to wear a mask and seem to have another identity whenever he'd go downtown to sell the creatures he'd caught. "And, there's no need for that. I just need you to pass her a message about where she can find me." He smiled slightly. "Downtown here is a small bar for us to meet. She should know the place. It's where those important in our world often have meetings." He had to say 'our'. Hara wouldn't want to expose himself. Earth-bound creatures sure have cool body temperatures, he mused quietly to himself. His eye darted around them awkwardly, blush still boiling and present on his cheeks. Why did the touching make him feel squiggly inside? In a sense he wanted to run away making some sort of girlish squealing and wave his arms like an idiot. Maybe Purana would like to know about this visit to the Terran worlds...she always thought his visits were interesting. The asking for a second assistance brought him again back to reality, and he nodded. "Sure, I'll help with whatever you need. I do have lots of time..." He listened intently to the man, curious about his hesitance to offer his name. That curiosity didn't last long, because now the nameless man was talking about strange things Ella had never heard of before. Downtown? Bar? What is a down town? Is it a town beneath this one? If so, how did you get underground? And a bar? A bar of what? Steel, copper? Sliver ite? "Where is Down Town and what kind of bar is it made out of?" "Then, that's good for me." It was perfect news to hear that the other had a lot of free time. If that was the case, then, he didn't have to worry about anyone looking for him should he take his time with him. Hara blinked. Had he not made his point? He must've found out I'm not a mythical creature, he thought with a look of disappointment, Ah well. "Sorry," he said with a smile, "Let me make that clear. It's somewhat like this market here, but they serve drinks. Mythical creatures like yourself often go there to meet." The bounty hunter tried to explain himself and brought up his free hand to rub the back of his own neck a little. Hopefully, he'd made sense. He wouldn't want to sound like an idiot after all. ((Sorry. *have meet should be *meet. Lol. My grammar and English is dying. DDD)) Why was it good for him? Oh, maybe this man thought they were friends! Ella liked friends, he didn't have many, for obvious reasons. Friends were good. "I'm glad I can help!" The next part seemed to both confused and make clear. Ah, a restaurant thing. The Ladies said people ate at things like that, and had funny drinks. Well, it shouldn't be too hard to find, should it? Especially if the little fairy knew where to look. Shouldn't take long at all, then he could help with the...whatever else this man needed, and be on his way. Hopefully his Ladies wouldn't mind a bit of charity. "All right." He smiled brightly, glowing again. "I'll go and find her and meet you at the down town." Upon hearing the Scarlett's last words, Hara couldn't help but smile in 'relief'. "Thank you," he started as he'd put his hand down at his side and reached out to take the other's hand again. He held it tightly in his hand and kissed the back of his fingers again. "Thank you very much, Ella." Letting go of his hand, he nodded a bit. "Then, I should be on my way, too. I'll wait for you and the little faerie there." Hara, this time, leaned in to kiss Ella's cheek. As if the kiss to the other's fingers weren't enough. He brushed past him and went off on his way. He had to keep his smile in check. Being found isn't something he'd want to happen, after all. Hara put his shades back on, and he'd shoved his hands into the confines of his pockets then turned at an intersection. Oh, there was the blush again. Dark and creeping up to the tip of his pointed ears. "Y-you're welcome--" He was close again, very close--oh. The princess kiss again, how flattering. The Kiss to his cheek, however, made his inside squirm and, as stars tend to do, he began to emit a faint, pale light of an aura about him as Hara walked away. A kiss on the cheek! Did that imply affection? Was this nice man going to be his friend? Oh, his Ladies would love to hear this story--but he had work to do. He gathered his wriggling and quiet 'needed'King in check, before looking at his staff. "We have a fairy to find." As if the staff heard him, it glittered then seemed to vanish. Beneath his hair and on his cheek, a little golden star would become visible. Once he was free of that burden, off he went; a bouncing ball of glowing shortness into the big, dark forest. Affection? Maybe. Or maybe something more. One couldn't read Hara's mind, after all. The man moved rather mysteriously. Even his habits seem to change sometimes. He was afraid that if he'd keep a pattern, he'd be caught and that was something he'd like to prevent from happening. Now then... he thought as he'd shut the door behind him of his apartment, How will I do this? He had to find a way on how to get the Scarlett boy out of the picture without him knowing what he'd be doing to the child. Will a suggestion about him putting him up for adoption make him believe him? I've got to plan this out well. Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he let out a quiet breath and let his eyes slide shut behind the dark glasses he was wearing. The sun was still high in the sky, signifying the time of the day. Afternoon. If the boy was a Scarlett, he had to check his actions and not have those stars in the sky see what he was doing. So that means I have to keep her silent... he thought again as he'd pursed his lips a little. This was what he was going to do for the few hours he could spend alone. Think thoroughly about his plan and about how to keep the Scarlett busy with what he'll be doing to him later on. Sure enough, a boy like that - though a Scarlett - would receive the same pleasure, right, when given to him? Would he be pleasured? Good question. Daytime. Daytime was usually his sleeping time. As the little Scarlett wandered through the forest, his shoulders began to droop with his eyelids. Now and then he'd stop to yawn, mouth open wide in a rather humorous roar as he did so. Well, at least the bunnies were scared of him, since little else was. But bunnies are scared of everything, so it wasn't too much to blow his horn about. A few hours passed, before he came across the slightly run-down cottage the little elf would live in. He knocked quietly, and she answered barely peeking out the door. Tired as he was, his explanation to being there was dotted with yawns or near-falling-asleep. A Scarlett knew about her parents, where to find them, but boy was he tired. Of course, the girl knew very little about his kind, but enough to know he 'probably' meant her no harm. She let him in, and he slept on her couch for a while, until evening. As soon as the light began to fade, he was awake, bright and bushy-tailed. His story was finished to the girl, who offered him some bread and meal. They talked for only a few minutes, before she agreed with enthusiasm to be taken to someone who knew of her parents. Together they left the house and ran back towards town through the forest--she lead, since he still wasn't sure what a Down town was. When it was close to evening, Hara decided to get himself something to drink nearby that meeting place. Alcohol wasn't something he's come to like. After all, it always messes with his way of thinking. And, in order for him to make the plan happen, it had to be flawless without the Scarlett in the picture. Idly, he played with a sugar cube as he'd taken a sip from his hot coffee and wondered if the Scarlett would trust him enough to leave the girl with him. In fact, he wouldn't even mind lying just to get things his way. He could tell Ella that he's given the faerie back to her parents and is happy with them. Now that he thought about it, he's going to be breaking a promise with the faerie's mother. Mm... not that she'd know anyway, he thought and chuckled mostly to himself. Odd how he was already feeling his blood-curdling with excitement as a sly smile touched his lips while he took another sip of his coffee. The girl and the Scarlett traveled for a while, with her leading. She couldn't bend gravity like he could, and thus the power of inertia was useless to her. They did make decent time though, only taking a few hours to get out of the forest and into town. They wove in and out of the crowds that began to grow as night fell, more teenagers and young adults. Due to their lingering ages, some of them could catch glimpses of the fairy girl and her companion. It'd cause them to double-take, whereupon they would no longer be seen. Neither of the myths noticed these occurrences, and the girl continued to weave them towards Down Town. Once there, they meandered the streets, stopping occasionally to ask the rare, other myth about directions. It took them, once in the city, less than an hour to find the establishment. She didn't seem to bothered by the place and just walked in. It took Ella a moment to adjust to the strange mix of bar smells, before he could enter and not look ill. Of course, the majority of the patrons couldn't see the two beings. The girl inquired about the man. Ella looked around curiously for the back of Hara's head. "He's supposed to be here..." Hara blinked just as he'd opened the door to the bar. He hadn't expected the Scarlett to actually be there with the little fairy. When he'd seen her, a wide grin touched his lips, and it wasn't a grin that had good intentions come with it. "There you guys are," he'd started, quickly wiping the grin off of his face as he'd pulled his glasses up, "Thanks, Ella, for bringing her. You don't have to worry now, she'll be in good hands." He gave the Scarlett a smile and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. Setting his glasses onto his head, he crouched down a little to meet the fairy and tilted his head a little. "You really look a lot like your mother. Very beautiful." It took them a while, with no success. Ella was beginning to get nervous, when the voice pipped up behind them from the door. They both turned, and Ella broke into a wide smile. There he was! Finally, he'd brought the girl. She could be united with her parents--she'd be so happy. The kissed on the cheek caused a flush of red to cross over his cheek bones, and his eyes to widen. A dainty hand came up to rest over the spot, and he stared at his socked feet in minor aw. Another kiss! This man must be very kind, or slightly attracted. Oh, goodness, his heart felt like butterflies. "Y-you're welcome." Busy with his feet, he didn't see the girl's eyes widen at the man. A look of recognition danced across her glittering orbs, and her hands came to her mouth. Said eyes glanced at the door, as if she was calculating running. Still staring at his feet, Ella continued; "I'm sure you'll take good care of her." The girl look mortified. This man was using a Myth to do his dirty work--and the Myth didn't even realize! She wanted to tell the boy, but feared for his life and hers. Instead, she darted to the side as if to flee. Hara knew recognition would spike up the fairy's face. After all, she was there when he'd taken her parents. He grabbed her arm and put his index finger on his lips before he'd turned to look at Ella. "I'll see you again in the market tomorrow?" he asked as he'd pulled the fairy towards him and grabbed something from his pocket. It was that type of candy he'd bought from the market, something that would silence any Myth should they want to speak. He put it into her mouth and got up to his feet. Reaching out, he took Ella's chin and lifted it up to meet his eyes. "And, this, for tonight." He'd leaned in again to press his lips against Ella's own before he'd grinned and pulled down his glasses. "Later." With that said, he'd picked the fairy up and held her up like what he'd do to a human child. It wasn't long for Hara to be gone then - and out of sight. She squirmed and almost squealed, eyes wide and terrified. The candy was thrust into her mouth and she tried to spit it out--but she was still and silenced as it touched her tongue. Quiet tears rolled down her cheeks as the man and the Scarlett kissed, and she cursed this horrible man who held her mentally. Ella was bright red even to his shoulders upon being kissed fully on the lips. His heart bounced in his chest, and butterflies bloomed in his stomach. His voice seemed stolen away as the man grinned and tugged his sunglasses down, and he didn't see the tears blossom in terrified eyes as the girl was carted away. Pale fingertips came up to touch his lips and his mind reeled, rolling back and forth between curiosity and excitement. The ladies could wait, one more night, right? I mean, he still needs help with whatever that other thing is, he added to his own defense. He could stay, and meet the man again. Why not? He was a curious creature, and if this man was attracted to him--and such a gentleman!--maybe he could be like the fairy princesses in the stories the Ladies told. Pooh, wouldn't that be romantic? He squealed softly, and danced out of the bar. The Myths there look either discussed or perplexed, and the humans without the Sight looked at the empty spot the man had kissed with very confused expressions. Hara put the fairy on the crate inside the shop downtown that sold them mythical creatures. He was a bounty hunter by nature, so this should be something that could be called as normal. As he looked back at the child, he smiled as he put his hand on the table, on either sides of her hips. The candy should've dissolved by now but surely, her tongue should still be feeling numb. "Can you talk?" he started, his voice barely a whisper as he'd put his face close to her own. He'd already cuffed her hands together - one that should suck in much of her energy for later's show. He couldn't stay long, of course, but he'd thought he'd do a good deed while he was here in front of her." Even if you can't, you remember your parents?" he asked. His sunglasses blocked her view of his eyes - ones that held mirth and laughter in them. "I'm sure you do." He lifted his hand to brush the back of his fingers on her cheek, "You wouldn't be crying like this if you don't." Hara smiled slightly and he shook his head. "They're safe," he told her, "One's working to clean a mansion in another country and your father..." His slight smile turned to one of something akin to sadistic." He's sold to a scientist. I doubt you'd want to hear where they turned up to." Brushing her hair back and tucking them behind her ear, he continued on. "You, I hope you end up in a good place." The human reached up to reach around her neck where she had a pendant hanging around her neck. It was somewhat akin to a symbol of freedom, of being not bound in the world of the myths. He pulled it out and watched her lose her glow. "And this, I'll be taking." It paid a lot after all. He pocketed the item and pulled back just as some big guy called out to him." Bye-bye, little faerie." Hara left after he'd gotten his payment. Brushing his hair back a little and smiling mostly to himself, he walked to a restaurant near his place and decided to get some dinner before he went home. Nothing like awarding himself after a hard day's worth of work - even though he didn'ttopmost of the work. As for the Scarlett... what should I do with him?he thought to himself as he seated himself after he'd ordered. Surely enough, the boy should be cute after what he'd done to him. He hadn't really stayed too long to know what his reaction was. The fairy girl was left with a dimmed state of corrupted awe. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks like diamond fountains, and horror became a central part of who she was. As the man left, she hoped he suffered, as she would. She cursed him to the seven rings of hell. Ella, on the other hand, was now...very lost. He didn't know how to get down town for one, and thus didn't know how to get out of down town for another. So, he and his little socked feet wandered around idly for a while, until he came across something almost familiar. That took a while, and the massive amount of human architecture was starting to block his view of the moon. The longer the moon was out of sight, the more nervous he began to be. The moon was like a babysitter, for those Statuettes who pass through this way. Her Spirit-Woman was a kind lady, and always told him funny stories if he could stop and listen. When he would go out of her sight for a while, and come back into it, she'd tell him another direction to go to lead him out towards the forest. She had seen what that man, Hara, had done throughout his life. She knew he was a bad creature, but the little Scarlett, so Naive and young, couldn't seem to compute him as such. Even when he wasn't in her sight, he was smiling faintly and thinking back about the man, and how his head and stomach had fluttered like lightning bugs when he'd been shown affection. This part, the moon had little trouble with. But the badness, the surely poor intentions this 'Hara' had for the little Star, made her uneasy. She would have to talk to His Ladies and tell them he would be delayed. When Ella was safely out of down town and into a more open section he recognized, the moon told him to find the little Fairy's home and rest there until the next night. She hoped silently that the man would touch and leave the boy alone, let him return home and be held and comforted by the woman, because surely, he would need it. She left him alone for now, turning to talk to His Ladies. Ella himself walked right past the restaurant, bouncing and glowing very faintly. He was so excited about the next evening. He could see the man again! Maybe he should find a pretty dress to wear, to look like the fairy Princess'. Would he take him to dinner? Or bring glass slippers? He squealed again and did a little dance, before continuing on towards the forest.

_Yes my net giggles. Does that Bother you__ (HarakunxCexlan)|rating:3.0

Don't tell it's a Secret Incest. [closed for Ash13]

-Leon was 26 and heading back from collage. While out there he had written Ashley many times focusing on his studies but there little secret kept close to one another. Oh, the naughty things over the summer they did before he left for collage all those years ago. He was 26 now from his 18. 7 years ago he got a job in a nice little Amusement Park that was perfect he thought of things he could do with Ashley at work and had been telling her in his letters to her. He wrote dirty letters for her and she SEM to love them she would always put a spot of something on her letters he knew it was her pussy juice or maybe cum. Ryan was close to home as he turned the last corner he pulled up and grabbed his bag as he had gifts for the family if mom and dad were home, but he was not sure since he didn't see the car, but he knew Ashley was home she had sent a text earlier saying she was excited.- IOC how old am I in thread Ashley was sitting around waiting for her big brother to return. She had missed him as they were very "close" as brother and sister, and she missed hanging with him among other things. She was excited to show him her new pink spaghetti strap sundress and matching heels hoping he would have missed her just as much and like her new outfit. Her parents were going to be gone for a few hours so it was just her. She then heard a car pull in and with an excited smirk on her face she said "yes!" as it was Leon home from college as she went out to greet him. [IOC: 25]-Leon smiled walking up to the door and have it thrown open he smiled and hugged Ashley tight and kissed her cheek then her lips.-"Ashley my little sister...how are you doing oh I missed you... I love your Dress and Heels I think there sexy. Where are mom and dad."-He smiled hoping they weren't home for sure.- "They will begone for a few hours out getting things for your homecoming." I take a step back and lift the front hem of my sundress up to reveal I am shaved and pantless under my dress. "I missed you big brother and so did my pussy" I say with a wicked grin. -Leon smiled.-"Well Ashley."-He walked in side with her taking out his hard 11-inch cock teasing her back.-"My cock missed you but how much did you miss it."-He teased and stepped back till he had his back to the couch.- With that I turn and kneel and without saying a word pull your huge cock out and begin to suck it. At first, I gag as it has been a long time since I had a cock your size in my mouth. I then bob my head back and forth just to show you how much your "little sister" missed you. -Leon moaned and ran his fingers in her hair.-"Oh that is good Ashley very good sexy little slut my sister suck that cock and suck it hard. I bet you like it more and more if I sup your head or grab your hair like I used to, huh?" As I suck your cock I take one of your hands and guide it to the back of my head and moan through the "cock" gag as I feel you lightly grip the back of my head as you pick up the pace a bit of your thrusting and I increase my suction showing you how much I missed you -Leon moaned and rammed his cock a bit more in to her mouth, and now it felt like old times as Leon moaned and began to fuck her mouth more and more groaning in lust.-"Oh fuck sis I want to play with that body play with your pussy for me sis that always turned me on." I suck more and more and feel you grow inside my mouth. Kneeling sucking my big brother's cock is so taboo and should be very wrong but something about it feels so right. I feel you beginning to tense up as I bob my head a bit quicker. -Leon groaned grabbing her hair tight he cums filling her hot little mouth.-"Oh sis that feels so good...come on up on the couch show brother your body so he can play with it and show you how much he missed you."-He grins to her.- I swallow your load without spilling a drop then go over to the couch. I take my sundress off up over my head and drop it to the floor. I then, clad only in my scrappy 3" heels sit on the couch showing my perky and firm 35C chest and my toned legs, toned from jogging 2 miles a day. "Like the view Leon?" "I love it very much sis."-He leaned over hr and begins kissing her neck rubbing her legs to her pussy but teasingly. His mouth goes lower sucking her perky tits in his mouth giving equal attention with his mouth and tongue.-"Mmm your perky tits are always so good. I can feel the warmth from your pussy sis.you must be so hot right now." "Yes very much" Just then I gasp as I hear a care door as mom and dad are home early. I grab my dress and dart up the stairs JUST in time as they enter the door." Did you guys do some catching up Leon your sister really missed you she was saying." -Leon got dressed fast of all the dumb luck he chuckled hugging his parents.-"?Yeah, we were doing good. She suddenly forgot something upstairs and darted up there. I have only been home for 30 minutes before you two showed up so not much catching up yet."-He laughed-"I can not wait. I got my own apartment and working for the Subway as a conductor so I can get Ashley free Tickets on the subway."-Hoping she heard him.-"In case she wants to go to that mall she likes." I hear that and begin to look through clothes to head to mall with you via subway. From my room I text you, and it says "big brother give your little sis three clothing choices for day at mall and I will pick one." -He chuckled and typed in-"Your Yellow sundress set with matching heels, Your tan shorts with blue tank, or Red tee shirt with black pleated skirt. All with matching heels and panties that is optional."-He chuckled as he talked with their parents and herd foots steps come down the stairs a bit later.- I pick the red t shirt and black pleated skirt3" above my knees, I add a pair of deep red 3" heels to it and head down as we head off to the subway. "So free rides anytime I want huh Leon.cool to have connections." I giggle as we head to the first pickup stop. -Leon got them the tickets and begin to ride h smiled to her keeping her close as he knows perverts fuck the subway up she could see 4 rough looking men begin to harass a girl.-"Stay put don't interfere....when you come on the subway you can come in back with me...."-He smiled as he looked away and faced Ashley.- You begin talking to an old friend and I look back and see them still messing with the girl. "I am a big girl now and can handle this, I will show Leon" I ignore your issue to me to stay put and walk to the back of the subway car and showing a feisty side I say "leave her alone perverts!" -I feel a girl by me so I think it was still you not paying attention. The guy look as the girl is surprised.-"you want to take her place?"-When you go to hit one of the guys off her, they grab you and the girl runs off at the next stop. They expose your breasts as two more hands lift your skirt and begin to lower your panties to begin fingering your pussy The men actually rip your panties off of you. So now your panties are ruined but you and Leon might have fun later so that was ok they were older. The men finger fuck you and slap your ass a bit one of them choke you to keep you quiet.- My red t shirt is up around my neck and my panties are ripped off and on the floor. I whimper as their rough fingers enter in and out of my tight hairless pussy gagging a bit with the hand round my throat. They maul and comment on m perky boobs. Then one grabs my shoulders trying to get me on my knees as I see another unzipping his jeans. -They take there cocks out as they get you down a slap to your face leaves you stunned enough for one of them to fuck your face deep and hard as they force your other two hands to stroke their cocks. They laugh a bit and call you names.-"Suck slut" "Going to cum on that face whore." As one pulls out for a moment I manage to yell out "Leon!" A cock is then stuffed back in my little mouth as I hope you heard my plea. -Leon turned to the girl he thought was Ashley and gasped when he noticed her shoes in the midst of black guys he runs over and begins punching and getting into a fight with the gang he gets between them and Ashley Finally as he looks.-"Get behind me Ash."-you scatter to the back of the car the Passengers soon begin to rise against with me, and they get off at the next stop unlucky though officers where there, and they were arrested. I run over to you and help bring you to a Seat which someone cleared for us as I help fix you up.-"are you ok sis?"-I must play good brother to my sister all the time. It was kind of hot seeing that UT they weren't his friends who would have done this it was true gang members. He stroked her hair feeling her shiver.- "y.yes I am fine Leon I. I am sorry for ignoring you" You see my eyes part of me enjoyed it as I cling close to you. We reach the mall and enter in as I hold your hand. -Leon holds her hand tight as we begin to walk around.-"I see you sort of liked it...you may have enjoyed it better if it was people you knew, huh?"-He chuckled a bit.-"I am just glad your ok next time you have to listen what if I couldn't get to you."-He said and smiled as they walked around looking at the mall.-"so...what do you where do you want to go?" "Well no one knows we are brother and sister so what about Victoria's Secret Leon? I just got paid and could pick out some "surprises" for you since your birthday is in two days. Want to help me go "birthday" shopping big brother?" -He chuckled and smiled.-"Sure let's go then."-he gives her ass a soft slap seeing her EEP, and he chuckled as they walk in to the Victoria's Secret, and he looked around with her.-"So what are you looking for?"-He smiled.- "Some playful costumes, and also I think baby doll lingerie is cute. Not sure what kind of "lingerie costumes"to go with.Also, any other suggestions from my big brother on what would look good?" -He chuckled.-"they sell costumes here in Victoria's Secret?"-He smiled and chuckled as he looked around. He smiled getting some ideas. He picked out a red baby doll barely see through coming with red panties and bra then there was the Sexy lingerie it had a top that barely covered her breasts but a panties were almost crotchless coming with a curtain to pull apart on them to make them crotchless and that came with a sexy loin cloth barely covering her pussy and ass. It came with white stockings. He found cheerleader, School Girl, a Robber, A Sexy Fairy, Red Riding hood, and last but not least a sexy superhero costume. He smiled picking them out for her.-"We don't have to get them all...but...what ever you pick out I will get accessories for." I pick out a red lacy bra and panty set with a front hook bra and boy short panties and the see through baby doll. I also select from the costume section the sexy fairy and one of the "heroine" costumes, the costume is like the green lantern it consists of green thigh high stockings a black pleated skirt about 2" below my ass and a green top with the green lantern logo on it, and it has a 6 snap closure on front with a little green mask for over the eyes. "I think I am set here big brother. Anywhere else you ant to go or home.?" "Hmm that does depend...is there anywhere else my sexy sister wants to go."-He held her from behind as they stood there he whispered that so no one would know they were siblings.-"If not I think we could go home....this time though you stay by me on the subway unless your in the mood for it."-He laughed a bit.-"Did some of you enjoy that much attention?" "A little bit yes did enjoy the attention" this time I stay by you and no trouble we get home and there is a note from mom and dad saying they will be home in a couple of hours as they are visiting grandma so continue catching up. I go upstairs and come down in the sexy "green lantern"costume looking for "villeins". -He smiled.-"Oh I do love that one....let me get properly dressed."-He smiled and walked in side his room finding a yellow shirt as long as he had that on the green lanterns power wouldn't work.-"Well now Green lantern....I didn't expect to see you here....come to try and stop me... Yellow Jacket." I grab a rope and toss it at you acting like it's a lasso. It falls to ground before you "darn the green rope has no effect on you, I will still stop you evil Vivian." "I doubt it green lantern you are powerless I have supercharged my powers."-He walks towards her wearing a Yellow Ring he grabs her from behind once struggling and the yellow ring run over her skin as he gropes her breasts and smiled-"Feel your power drain Green lantern and feel your self weaken to my hands."-He chuckled a bit as he grinds against her ass and laughs holding her tight.-"You're not getting away Green lantern."-I let you break my grasp as I smile walking after you.-"Run Lantern you can not run forever." I take a few steps then pretend to be"drained" as I fall to one knee and act like I am groggy. "I. I will defeat you Yellow jacket"I say weakly as I try to get up pretending you drained me of energy quite a bit. -I smiled as I remember fucking you like this once as I pick you up and use the rope to capture your hands behind you and take my cock out.-"Time to rape you green slut."-I grab your hair and wink at you as you play the victim beautifully you open your mouth to protest but my cock rams your green slutty throat now as I pant and ram deep in side you.- on my back and hands tied I am powerless to stop your villain cock from entering my mouth. As you pull out for a second. I say "you won't get away with this yellow jacket" then I feel you pound my heroine mouth again as I whimper through the cock gag playing the "victim". -I laugh at your petty attempts.-" that is what you thin but who is the one powerless."-He laughed more as he cocks exploded in her heroine mouth.-"Swallow Green Slut, or it won't be good for you."-I force you to swallow with my cock in your mouth as I split your legs open and lick your pussy getting you ready also violating your heroine pussy.-"Oh your Heroine cunt is so good." I swallow most of your cum as some leaks out of my mouth. "'stop you cannot do this you fiend! This will be the end of you" I exclaim as I struggle against the bounds of my hands as you lick away at my pussy more. "Ha your funny you can't stop me you know that."-He begins to finger her pussy with 3 fingers.- I break the bonds that tie the hands and escape your fingers. I am drained and move slowly as I get up and say"Yellow jacket you are a perv and will pay for that and will go to jail for a long time. I charge at you and act like I will hit you with a power punch. -He caught her bending her over the table and shoves his cock in her pussy and groaned.-"Oh the Green Slut has a tight little pussy."-He grabs her hair and arms using them to fuck her hot cunt.- "Naidoo!" I squeal as you grab my arms to pound me harder. "I . I cannot take much more your cock yellow jacket too strong.losing strength." moaning a bit as you pump your little sister in my green lantern costume. -He grins.-"that is it green slut moan for me give in you can not stop."-He moaned him self a bit ramming his hard cock in to her hot pussy oh fucking his sister was a joy and lustful engagement and would do it every day gladly.- I cum hard as you pump my pussy. "Mmmmm Leon I missed this so much how do I look in the heroine costume? want to see any other new outfits before mom and dad get home?" I say composing myself from our encounter. -After I give you my hot cum I smile using a rag to clean up.-"I think either Cheerleader or Red Riding Hood."-He smiled and watched you disappear in your room wondering what you will choose.- I come back out in red riding hood which consist of a tiny,1" below ass red pleated skirt, a strapless top with 4 snaps on it, red 3" heels and a red hooded cape. I have a basket with me as I say "well I guess it is off to grandmas house". -Leon was curious would she be playing seduction or rape. He came out in his wolf ears after she walked around a bit.-"Hello little red riding hood."-He chuckled.-"Where are you going."-He smiled and looked at her eyes gently backing her in to a wall.- softly I say "PLE.please Mr wolf let me pass I need to get this basket to my grandmother. Please I don't want any trouble" I say flashing you seductive puppy dog look in my eyes as I look down at your crotch area. -He gently pressed in to her.-"Oh you won't get trouble...see little red....I want that hot red body of yours.....think you can satisfy a wolf."-He grins. Leon was thinking in his own mind he should call Mike one day for a day at his house. Him, Leon and Ashley gave her her first DP for Christmas before he left Maybe they could have fun again.- IOC edit last post ceiling mike he could be the woodsman and then I will edit this post -He looked to Ashley and smiled.-"Hold on sis...remember Mike how about we call him and join us?"-He grins then she nods excitedly. Leon called Mike and soon in 20 minutes he came over and smiled as we picked up starting over giving Mike a Lumber jack hat.-"So how is this happening asked Ashley since he wanted to hear what's going to happen." Mike comes over and says "you sure about this/" thinking its kind of odd us being bro and sis and in our 20s now. But you sure him so he sees me and says we should listen to the wolf and I should let him fondle me. -We begin to play again this time The woods man steps in when I back you in a Corner.-"Back up wolf." "Oh come on little red is hot, and she needs cock...don't you read."-I smile as Mike and I wait.- "Well I do have a few minutes I guess, and I have not had that in some time Mr woodsman" I say teasingly as I stand against the wall my chest heaving up and down under top in anticipation of next moves. -The wolf and woodsman smile and the wolf begins to expose your body lifting your skirt.-"Wow little red your pantyless under this skirt red were you expecting this?" -The huntsman knelt her down as the wolf went with her and shoved his cock in her mouth.-"Oh red you're a hot little high heel slut." "I agree this ass is nice."-The wolf slapped it a few time and laid under her as her brother began to lick her cunt.- I say "no I. I was not expecting this let me go to grandmas you..." I am stopped mid-sentence as you lick away at my pussy. Mike stuffs his cock in my mouth and begins to pump it as he says "Little red you need punished for going alone and not watching for the big bad wolf. Mike has always thought I was cute and loves the fact that he is fucking my face now. -They two boys groan as Mike fucks your mouth and I lick your cunt and finger it loving your juices. We Switch after bit and you swallow mikes thick cum, and soon I fuck your mouth deep winking at you as Mike licks your ass and fingers your pussy.- playing the part, in between my moans I say"please stop I need to get to grandmas house." when the cock in my mouth is pulled out for a moment. Mike says I need to be taught to be more careful and with an evil grin you go back to pumping my mouth. -They stand you up and bring you to the 'woodmen' bedroom-"This will teach you to go without someone when it's dangerous."-Mike says and as they put you on your hands and knees. Leon grabs your hair and begins to fuck your mouth. Your ass and pussy exposed to Mike as he shoves his cock in your pussy now your being taken by both sides being fucked in both holes.- I moan as I am DP'd. Part of me cannot believe it is my brother and his friend but part of me loves it because it is soon dirty. I rock my hips meeting Mike's thrusts as he comments on how "nice" I have grown up as I increase the suction on your cock pulling it into my warm mouth. -I cum and so does mike as we swap holes and moan fucking your pussy now and mike fucking your face groaning.-"Oh shit little red riding slut your so good your body is heavenly.- Mike fucks my face and is no whereas easy as you were, you tell him to ease up a little, few moments later he cums down my throat holding my head forcing me to swallow his loads as you say what as you slide in and out of my pussy in front of Mike "Yeah let her swallow it all I think she needs one in her ass."-As his cock is freshly sucked I put you vertical and Mike enters her, and they begin fucking her in both her pussy and ass.-"Oh fuck Red." "Ahhhh.tooth may"I squeal as both my tight pussy and ass have cocks in them at the SAME TIME. My eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure waves rolling through my body as Mike cannot believe you are letting him fuck your little sister. -We fuck you harder groaning in lust and want fucking you harder pulling her body back and tightly fucking her moaning in delight. Mike says he will cum as I will to.-Where do you want i?t Moaning I manage to get out "on me. On face and chest". As I near another orgasm as both you pump me good. -They pull out and lay her down as they spray her boobs and face with there man juice as she licks our cocks clean and smiled. Mike leaves as we clean up and shower just before I mention what else we could do Mom and dad get in good thing we are changed and clean.- Mom and dad come home and say that they won a cruise to Hawaii for a few days. I run upstairs excited and pack. Then I get a text from you that reads... -Leon was packing and smiled.-"Hey sis we got time a week to spend together there pack sexy items to wear I hope we get a hotel room away from mom and dad."-He smiled and texted that to her.-"Text like 4 costumes and some toys and things to play with.who knows there are tons of places to have sex there." I text back the following pics and ask I am going to bring these Leon is this good... {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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"Ok Leon we have some time before we have to meet mom and dad for dinner which "outfit" would you like to see first -He smiled and looked.-"I like the French maid one first."-He smiled.-"Oh how sexy it looks go put it on and see what I have to do to get some of that french ass."-He chuckled.- I come out in the following. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} "wow this place really needs cleaning sir any special attention needed to certain area sir?" -He smiled and points.-"It seems below the desk there needs dusting as a matter of fact all the lower area need dusting you may need to bend over."-He ordered but when she first bent over he tried to look up her skirt.- "yes sir" I say teasingly as I bend over to look under the desk. As I do, I make sure to keep my legs straight causing the pleated French maid skirt to ride up and show my bare ass. -I smile looking up it and smiling then get stern.-"Miss Ashley."-Her boss said.-"Why are you naked under your skirt?"-He asked and looked to her sternly.- "MMM I ahhh.was in a rush to come here to your office and do a real good cleaning? And MMM.forgot sir" I say playing dumb seeing how my "excuse" will work. -He flipped her skirt and slapped her ass.-"Oh just forgot....you know the rules...improper dress code can be termination from employment.... I could keep you if I use your slutty maid body you french maid whore." Sill standing bent over with legs straight I say "please sir do what you must but I need this job and I love being a maid and serving you". "Then it's settled you will sexually serve me to."-He knelt down licking her pussy and began to slap her ass harder and groaned moaning in delight.-"Oh yeah I love how slutty you are you fuck whore..."-He licked and sucked her pussy more.- "I have always loved the naughty names big broth. I mean sir" as I place my hands on the desk in front of me for support as you lick away. "Mmm good slut come on I need a whore who needs a good fucking.are you a good little whore to take a dick in her pussy and mouth." "Sir I don't work like that I am a good girl I said I forgot my panties"playing the innocent girl. "I will serve you in whatever you need sir my job as a NAU.maid says to" I say that last part with a playful grin. -His cock goes by her mouth and puts it to her lips.-"Open up little Maid whore I need to skull fuck your mouth." "Of course sir anything to show gratitude for my employment" With that I kneel in front of you looking up at you with big brown eyes as I rub your cock with my hands in gentle circles. -I groan and run my hands in your hair.-"come on that's it...eat that cock up and suck on it."-He broke character a moment to wink at her.- Going with the moment I too break character and say "anything to serve you big brother". With that I take the entire length of your cock into my mouth and only slightly gagging as I do before quickly adjusting and bobbing my head back and forth at a good pace. -He chuckled a bit and laughed as his cock is pushed in and out of her mouth making it nice and wet as his cock twitches in her mouth.-"I know you want that cum slut go on suck that cum out." My hands go to your hips as I take then entire length of your cock in my mouth, you see your little sister kneeling before you in a sexy maid outfit as I bob faster increasing the suction like a baby sucking on its bottle. -Leon pants and came filling his sisters mouth with his hot cum.-"Oh fuck yes...go on bend over the desk so I can fuck that pussy of yours." "Mmm yes big broth. I mean sir" I say with a big smile as I slowly saunter over to the desk keeping my legs straight in my heels, so my tight ass is all you focus on. Then I slowly bend over the desk and look back saying "like this Leon?" -He spanks her once.-"Yes just like that."-He pushed his cock in her pussy and grabbed her hips as he began to thrust his cock in her pussy and began to fuck her hard and fast groaning lightly pulling on her hair.- Panting hard as you drill me I manage to get out "So Leon like when your little sister dresses up for you, huh?" I softly moan as you pump me and I enjoyed your cock ever since the first time I got it at age 18. We have time for another.mmm another one before we have to go down for dinner what do you think big brother?" -I groan and moan.-"I love it when you dress up and play with me oh fuck sis..."-He groaned as I hear you ask.-"Maybe if you want to do one more I thought we explore the ship a bit."-He groaned loudly and fucked her pussy harder.- We finish and clean up, and then I get dressed wearing a yellow halter top that ties at the neck, tan cargo shorts about 2"below my as and 3" tan wedge sandals as we go to explore ship. -We go to walk around a bit exploring the activities the captain approaches us about an hour later once we found an activity room where we are playing shuffle-board finding it fun. The captain smiles.-"Ah more young people enjoying the cruise how is it?" "It's nice captain thank you for coming to meet us."-He nods and winks to You.-"I have a special little note for you guys for Enjoying the ship."-He hands one OT me and you however mine is the actual note yours reads the following.-"I saw your performance little slut.if you don't want exposure to your parents come by my cabin tonight and I hope you're ready to get a good fucking from the captain. It includes pictures from our fun time.- Not wanting to let on I just smile at him and he leaves. Later that evening I say I am going for a walk, and you say fine as you are tired. Dressed in a white t shirt, tan shorts about 2" below my ass and 3" wedge sandals I knock on the Captain's cabin door in hopes of just talking my way out of his blackmail attempt. -The Captain opens the door and smiles.-"Good girl I see you came."-I see you walk in and I slap your ass playfully when you turn I see your about to speak as I wait to see what you're going to say. I begin to hear you protest and try to talk your way out. As convincing as you sound I chuckle.-"Sorry I have seen that sweet pussy being used and I want it as well...you look quiet sexy.come on kneel down take my cock out and suck on it.play with your self to." I stand there still protesting when suddenly without warning the Captain rips open my semi flimsy shirt to reveal I was bra less under it as he sees my perky boobs. As I look down shocked he places hands on shoulders and kneels me down and in one swift move unzips himself and stuffs his cock into my awaiting mouth. At first I resist but then give in and begin to slowly suck and bob my head on his cock. -he laughed as she was forced to suck his cock grabbing her hair hard and thrusting deep in her mouth.-"You fucking slut if you think your going to protest I will choke your slut ass blue and use you over and over again. I am going to make you my personal slut at night understand." The captain forces my mouth on his cock and enjoys the suction from my young mouth. I try to pull head off, but he grabs hair and thrusts harder. "Little whore you don't understand do you your mouth and body belong to me, you will stop sucking when I say..."-he explodes in her mouth shooting his load in her throat.-"So..."-He moaned and removed his cock from her mouth now come on show me those tits." I swallow the load and wipe some off my chin and I loom up at the captain still trying to show a feisty side and say "old perv if you want to see my breasts you are going to have to do it yourself" I say breathing harder in anticipation of his next move as I am still kneeling in front of him in his captains cabin. -He smiled and removed her clothes him self till she was naked in front of him. He grabbed her hair and smacked her breasts a bit.-"Yeah looks like I may fuck that pussy now."-He bent her over his table as he shoved his massive cock in and began to fuck her pussy from behind groaning in lust.-"Fuck you slut you better co-operate better." "Giving in a bit I say fine take me" as he comments on my youthful 25 yr old body and loves seeing women like me on this ship in their bikinis. After a few he cums inside of me and tells me I can go back to my cabin and enjoy my cruise. -Leon was a bit worried as he was in his room thinking of his sister so they could play bit and also grab dinner he waits patiently as he hers her enter the room.-"Ashley got worried about a bit." " I am fine big brother we have about an hour before the dinner time what do you want to do? We could play something any ideas?" -he looked to her and smiled.-"Oh are you up for playing around still...hmm we could do something what is that pink pussy telling you do you want to dress up or should brother use his sister like a bound slut I remember how much you love being tied up." "Mmm tie me up that could be fun" I say sitting in a chair as my eyes are fixated on the bulge in my big brother's pants, knowing its wrong but in a taboo way so much fun. -I take out the rope I brought with me, I tie you up so your hands and feet are bound your boobs are sticking out and your legs open to be used easy. I smile and looked to your eyes as I caress your cheek when I see you smile I do to.-"so do you want me to treat rough my little bondage slut?" I play with the bonds pretending I am trying to break them but to no avail. I nod yes and say "yes big brother treat your little sister like she should be treated by you. Show me who is boss" -he takes his cock out and grabbed her hair the way she likes it and begins to pump her mouth full of his hard juicy cock.- I moan thought the "cock" gag stuffed in my mouth as you have a firm grip on my hair and pump my mouth like a pussy. As you do, it reminds me of when I was 17 and came into your room and asked what face fucking meant and without a word you knelt me down right there in your bedroom and showed me. -I smile as I am reminded of when I showed you about Face fucking just being reminded and enjoying as I shove my cock deep in your hot waiting mouth.- I moan more as I am helpless as you fuck my mouth like a pussy in the chair as we sit in our ships cabin. I increase my suction on your cock as it is all I can do for my big brother. -Leon cums and pulls it out as he groaned letting her swallow then spreading her out on the bed by moving her around he shoved his cock deep in her pussy and begins to fuck her deep.- As you screw me on the bed in our ships cabin I moan saying "MMM Leon you like your "little" sisters pussy don't you? Your cock fits so well inside me. I feel dirty having my brothers cock inside me but in a way it feels hot." "I love my sisters dirty slutty pussy...you like being dirty for me don't you sis.you love everything my cock does to your holes don't you." I nod yes as I buck my hips to meet your thrusts. With myself tied up it is all I can do as I am at your "mercy" "what are we going to do after this? I ask. -As I fuck you I slow down a bit.-"Well its close to dinner was thinking a dinner for you and me my lovely sis."-he smiled and looked to her.-"then after what ever we want maybe some other activities dancing or the karaoke at the bar."-he smiled and began to fuck her faster once more.- "MMM din...mmm dinner sound nice big brother" I manage to get that out barely as you really fuck me hard. I am ready to cum, and you can tell by m eyes that I am going to cum hard as you rock your little sister -I groan as I fuck you soon hearing you shriek I know you came as I cum inside you.-"oh sis."-we rest a bit before I untie you and go to dinner we bathe and I relax your muscles a bit.-"Is everything ok."-I ask as you shiver under the hot water as I wash you.- Yes Leon all is very good" I say enjoying your touch as your hands wash me. "Leon remember when I was 17, and you walked in the bathroom once when I took a sower and saw my breasts for the first time?' "Yes and I remember me walking in thinking you were still washing your self you at first yelled at me then later you asked me to teach you face fucking it was only fair after seeing you naked."-he chuckled as he finished washing her and once they were clean he picked out a nice sun dress for her in the yellow color he grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt for her.-"so ready to go?" I put on the sundress and heels and in the rush to go forgot to put on any panties but don't think much of it as we head out. -As we get to the small Dining Area were both just across from one another as we sit down I put my hand on your ass to just give it a squeeze then realize you have no panties as I whisper.-"Sis you forgot your panties."-He chuckled and sat down.- "oops I guess I did "forget" them big brother" you can tell by my tone I did not forget them, and it was accident. "Just so you can think of what is under this little dress of mine while we eat Leon" I chuckle teasingly and take a zip of my water as I do. -he chuckled a bit and looked to her as he sees her sit at the edge of the chair he picks his foot up as the waitress comes going under her dress as he lets her grind in to his foot a bit smiling.-"hey there Tiffany I want a blueberry lemonade no ice and I would like the Chicken legs with a baked potato and broccoli.- I stumble as I order a bit trying to focus on menu with your foot rubbing my pussy area. The waitress asks if I am ok and I say yes and manage to get the order out. She leaves and a give you a dirty look saying "that was not fair bad timing Leon" as I flash a smile with that dirty look. -he grins and smiled.-"I don't know what your talking about."-he chuckled as he waits for there food and drink as he looks around.-"It has been a heck of a journey with one another huh sis.....how we got together how we enjoyed the company and how taboo our relationship is."-He smiled to her.- As we sit your cell rings it is mom asking how we are enjoying our time and hopes to see us back home soon. She asks you about seeing the differences in me since growing up as you tell her... "We have been getting along, and she has grown up that is for sure...in two days the trip is over so we will be home then."-I smile and look to you but notice your not in front of me as I feel my cock being taken out a and a hot mouth on you, I groan at first when on asks I laugh.-"Oh they just passed with food, and it smells so good." When you looked down to answer the phone, I slipped under the table and begin to slowly suck on your cock. The waitress asked where I went, and you say just to the restroom. She leaves, and I begin to slowly stroke your cock. -I groan slightly as you suck my cock the Waitress tells me our food will be out shortly and I lightly grip your hair as I hang up.- I take the direction of you grabbing my hair and keep boobing my head under the table. With the long fancy table cloths there are people just feet away from us that have no idea that you are getting sucked off under the table and have no idea that is being done by your little sister. -I sit there calmly trying not to let on I am being sucked off as I cum once down your throat I figure you would be happy, but you won't stop sucking squeezing my thighs this is a signal this is for pay back for teasing you as you suck on my cock faster now I groan to my self trying to get you off, but you refuse as I cum a second time you clean my cock and come back up I blush a moment and put my cock back. I grin as the food comes and when we begin to eat I smile.-"Your going to get fucked more when we get back."-I whisper so I can not be herded and think about what we can do next.- IOC back home now We get home and mom and dad asked us how we enjoyed some brother and sister time and I say it was fun. They are in the garage rearranging things as we take our bags to our rooms. As I open up mine there is a note on top that reads "remember you are getting fucked when we get back you won't know when either" With that I smile and unpack my suitcase. -I watch you a bit and smile your skirt is flipped up a bit when you bend over to put some stuff away I can see you red my note and your panties are dripping I see your expecting me a bit because you're wiggling your ass. I smile and when you bend over next time I come in like a rapist and cover you mouth as I play with you tits.-"Don't move slut."-I say in my playful town I feel you grind your ass in to me to tease me.-"I am going to fuck your pussy good." Playing along I shake my head no. but I do not move as I feel your hands roam me, and you talk to me like a rapist would to a pretty young "victim". My pussy getting wetter and now my nipples begin to stiffen under my top by your bold moves and anticipation of your next move. -I remove your top and grab your breasts a bit rough like I know you love it and pinch the nipples.-"Oh your nipples are rock hard and solid "-One hand slips down and begins to rub your pussy.-"oh getting wet slut.mmm yeah I am going to fuck you perfect."

Don't tell it's a Secret Incest. [closed for Ash13]|rating:1.0

Captive of the Horde (Aiden and Cassiopia) NC-EX

(( (cool breeze coming off the river did nothing to ease the sweltering heat radiating off the endless plains of the barrens. Three outriders surveyed the border between Ashen vale and the Barrens on the eastern side. The ramparts were the main entryway between the two areas, but that did not stop the horde from entering the forest and the alliance into the barrens. Since the Cataclysm, both areas had seen a lot more conflict and bloodshed. The alliance had a foothold in the barrens and the horde had taken plenty of land in the forest to continue its foresting operation. Gorejaw sat under a tree, nursing from a wine skin as he sharpened the blade with a whetstone. Near him under the same shade, slept Brutal hoof, a massive Tuareg turned larger in his current bear form. Brutal hoof had kept watch all night, the druid had earned his rest. The orc's attention was on the blade, the raptor nearby gave all the protection its owner needed. The troll's eyes were milky white, his mind lost in a bird far along the border as he patrolled the shifting border between both lands. When he began to stir, the orc stood up and walked beside him. "Anything Grin'Jazz" He asked the troll, passing him the wine skin to quench his thirst." Der is an alliance party Mon, five of them. No longer on the road, day pass the ramparts earlier and are now movie into the forest towards the Barrens." The troll shared his news which did not surprise the orc blade master." I Will wake Brutal hoof, send a message to the camp. We will engage them before the trees no longer provide a good spot to ambush them." The orc commanded, the troll only grinned and chuckled. "You got'it Mon." He said before he whistled for his pet raptor. In a few minutes, all three were mounting up and rushing towards a neck in the forest the alliance party would be forced to pass if they truly intended to enter the barrens... Sven Redbird sat atop his gray battle-ram and checked the flintlock on his blunderbuss, then looked over his shoulder to see how his group was doing. Their small Alliance party consisted of himself, of course, and Winnie Piccolo- a young gnomish techno-mage with pink dreadlocks; Marsha- an excellent sneak-thief and thrower of blades who also happened to be drained; Linda Wentworth a human mage with very little practical experience and Gordon Milner, a human fighter. They were all taking a short rest after a grueling trek... having just skirted the Northern Barrens from the southwest. Starting out from Nigel's Point in Desolate, the first leg of their trip was to reach the hold at Forest Song in Ashen vale. From there they were to take Gryphon and spread out with the urgent message they carried... but only after consulting with Kenneth Still wind and Architect Demos. The coded message originated from far to the south and this party was the third to carry the message out of Ferals. The first to fall of their group was Korma MAK'Art, a organ priest of the light who was taken by the fire and rock elementals in the Charred Vales north of Desolate. Slipping through Stone talon Pass was difficult enough with all the wild wyverns and the numerous Horde outposts, but they were severely handicapped by losing their healer right at the start. Then Gordon lost his mount to the spider queen in the gorge and Marsha's lightsaber had fallen to the harpies that plagued the northeast hills of the Barrens. They couldn't really double up... Winnie's mechanical bird looked like it would blow a wing gasket any moment now and there was no way he'd make Grey horn, his prize battle ram, carry the lot of them. Yet, they were almost to the forest and once hidden in the dense trees, they would all breathe easier. Mirsha was standing and looking at the mountain that climbed up out of the barren-plains directly to the south, her graceful hand shading her pale eyes. She commented, to no one in particular, "There is something wrong with that mountain top... it's just not right. I have never seen a cloud, so red and bleak, clinging to such a high peak. Winnie piped up. "Ooh! Maybe it's a volcano!" She was too damn cheery for Marsha's sensibilities. The little gnome practiced twirling her wand and ignored that fact that her mount was steaming a bit and making some strange, metallic gurgling noise. Sven said, "Pipe down the both o' ye! If yer done with restin', then let's get a move on!" Gordon didn't say a word, just hauled his armored bulk off the ground and picked up the war-hammer that he wielded so well in battle. Putting his fingers to his lips, Sven tweeted a call and a red-coated hill-fox bounded through the tall dry grass toward them. The group mustered and set out, eager to reach the safety of the trees. The three-man team consisting of the Tuareg druid, troll hunter and orc blade master watched upwind from the traveling group. Their mounts had been left behind to prevent them from being seen. The troll's keen eye followed them, a grin spreading behind his large tusk. "Day got a hunt wit them Mon, not a good one. Be foolish not keepin' an eye out when this close to horde territory." The troll chuckled softly, the orc and Tuareg simply grinned. They were stalking their prey now, the troll had left a few traps where they thought the group would pass. His raptor was stalking in the bushes, ready to make a meal out of the hill fox it had spotted. The druid shifted into a cat and prowled behind preparing to strike. The orc hid among the trees, waiting for them to come within range. "Attack!" The command came out of nowhere as the orc flanked the group as the hunter triggered a trap that immobilized him! The troll sent the fox fleeing in fear, the raptor chased down its prey! Arrows began to rain down on the party before a massive cat tore the warrior to shreds, giving him a worthy death. By then the orc was on the mages, their spells came too slow as a well-placed arrow prevented them from casting! Fire blasts singed the orc and druid, who was now in bear form as it took hits for a rogue. The blade master made quick work of their inexperienced mages, ending their lives shortly after! At some point, the bear large ass knocked the rogue against a tree and knocked her out. The hunter tried to escape on his trusty ram, but he found himself rooted in place by constricting thorns." This one is alive." A deep voice rumbled, a voice that had to belong to the Lauren. The troll was busy strapping the dead ram onto the druid's dodo, the meat would not go to waste. "Kill'er and throw'er in the fire wit the rest." He suggested, a fire had been erected to burn the dead. The last thing they wanted was evidence of aggression or the possibility of those bodies returning as scourge or death knights with a vendetta." Keep her alive, I'll take her back with me. I have always wanted myself a grannie." The orc laughed ominously as he approached the girl and knocked her out with a well-placed blow to the head..... The sun was setting when the outriders returned to their make shift camp up in the hills of the barrens. It was a small post, two huts with a central fire pit which now had a skinned ram over the spit. Two hitching post for the mounts, one of them had a new type of mount. The lone survivor was tied to the crooked post that sat on two raised beams. Her wrist and head were bound by ropes, making the hitching post into a modified stockade. She happens to be facing the group, all three not even aware she was awake. One was working on the fire, the other was watering the mounts while the orc chewed on a large fruit he had pillaged from the supplies of the dead alliance party. She opened her eyes feeling battered and bruised. Her head pounded where she'd been hit hard. She was tied down, her wrists and head held immobile by thick, knotted ropes. She slowly assessed herself, and was relieved to discover nothing was broken. However, she couldn't get any kind of visual of her body, due to the way she was bound. Through half-closed eyes she watched her captors silently. The orc eating. The troll watering. The Lauren stoking. Mirsha had been captured by the Horde! Briefly, she wondered why they had not killed her, but her mind couldn't go any further without some healing... if she dared risk it. She had to. Closing her eyes, she silently called upon her Gift of Areas a tear trickled down her teal skin... and the soft, golden aura washed over her, healing her only partially. But now she felt better and could move some without having to wince in pain. Then she peeked to see if any of them noticed her using her innate ability.(Crystal blue eyes looked back at her, eyes very rare to the orc species as a whole. He had seen her call on her healing powers and would not miss it now, their eyes tended to glow for a few moments during and after. The orc paid her little mind, she was tied up, but he knew she was stirring. The troll and Tuareg quickly caught on, but they tended to their duties. When the fruit was gone, the orc rose to his feet. Without his armor he stood tall like a human, unlike common orcs who had broader backs and shoulders. Blade masters were full-blooded orcs, but their forms where tall and muscular, like a well muscled human only they stood taller. He was out of his armor, a simple robe covered his body. In one hand he held a long dagger, her own weapon!" Awake at last?" The orc asked as he reached her and grabbed one of the horns on her head before he forced her head to tilt up to look at him. "What were you doing on the border of the barrens?" He demanded from her, the missive they had been sent with had been recovered, but she didn't know that. Her own blade was pressed to the bottom of her chin. "Talk." She was in no position to be defiant. Her predicament was hopeless, and she knew it wouldn't end well for her... but she was extremely irritated that this orc was taunting her with her own knife! Bad enough being captured alive by Horde outriders, and worse that she knew that her entire company was dead. She'd seen most of them fall before she lost her end of the battle. Now they were nothing but rotting carrion for the large black birds that swept across the plains seeking out such feasts. Mirsha's pale eyes narrowed as she considered her answer. She knew the fastest way to a clean death would be to anger her captors. Orcs were not known for being cool and sensible. Then again, this orc was speaking common-most Horde didn't bother to learn the common tongue of the Alliance- and he spoke it well. His grip on her horn was causing her neck to kink. She answered with as much spirit as she could pull together. Nearing, she said "Won't. Might as well kill me now. If I get loose, you won't have a second chance, Nar Tho's*!" She spat out the last two words, the only Irish insult she knew.IOC: *No Sack [Irish] Her taunt did little, the orc simply grinned before looking back. He shouted something in the native tongue of the Tuareg who nodded and moved towards the pack. The grip on her horn remained as he squatted to come eye to eye with her. Her precious dagger was pressed to her neck. "Was it poisoned?" He asked as the razor sharp tip made a superficial cut from her neck to the front of her chin. The cut was not a threat, it was shallow and barely cut the first layers of skin. Poison would be the problem, if the rogue had coated the blades beforehand." I suggest you tell me what you were doing near our borders, or I might mistake you for a stubborn dodo who needs breaking." The orc spoke in his clear but accented common. A massive figure blocked out the sun for a moment before a coiled bull whip was hung on the grannie's opposite horn. "Why would I kill you when can have fun with you." The orc laughed before the bull snorted a chuckle of his own and returned to his duties. Marsha wished the bladewaspoisoned. But it wasn't. She'd run out while they were still in the Stone talon Mountains. She would have stocked up at Nigel's Point, but the denizens there apparently didn't believe in using such tactics. When the Lauren brought over a bull whip and hung it over her other horn, the smelly leather length fell against her face and, for the first time, she showed a little fear by the slightest widening of her eyes. She realized, just then, that they intended to torture her. Her death wouldn't be clean and quick, but very messy and extremely painful. The thought almost set her to trembling, but she steeled herself. The Barrens sun was in her face. The heat was terrible and she was dehydrated. Maybe the elements would do her in first. She could only hope. Fleetingly, she licked her parched lips and said, rather weakly, "A message. We were taking a message to the Hold at Forest Song." She desperately thought,'If only he wasn't holding onto me, I could use my own blade to end me... don't think any of them have healing...' She was finally talking, but she was not talking enough. The orc pulled the blade away and stood back up, the horn he was holding released at last. "I see you are stubborn, a proud member of the alliance...foolish girl." Her captor calmly explained as he walked around the hitching post. The tip of the blade ran down the seams of her leather jerkin, the broken stitches began to pop open one by one until her back was exposed. Anything under the jerkin was cut off with the dagger before he began to cut her out of her pants until she was left fully nude. The orc jammed the blade into the post before he reached for the bullwhip that hung over her head. "When I said talk, I meant everything, I am done repeating myself." He warned as he bent the whip and choked up on it, effectively creating a belt that would leave welts but would not cut into her flesh like the tip of the whip would. The first strike came down on her lower back with a cruel sting! A welt would soon form, a second one a few inches above that first one when he lashed at her again with the whip. "Legs straight and shoulder width apart." He gave the strange command, if she did anything to protest or hesitate, she would earn a third strike. Even though he'd let go her horn, she still wasn't able to move much. When the orc left her sight with the dagger, she certainly expected to be stabbed or sliced, but her eyes popped in surprise as he cut away her armor and tunic instead, and she actually began to struggle and kick when he cut away her pants, baring her backside completely. Her heart thudded heavily, and she tried to control her breathing. She couldn't see anything, other than the Lauren and troll as they kept looking in her direction. She couldn't read their expressions. Fear was beginning to take her over, and she fought it with all she had in her. Mirsha heard the sound of the knife as it hit the post between her head and right hand. So close to her hand, but she was unable to reach it. Then he retrieved the whip and she knew she was to be beaten. Relief and resignation flooded her as she now thought he wanted to flay her rather than the first thing that went into her mind-rape. She knew that it been inevitable. Her fear and disgust at the thought was overwhelming. She heard the snap of leather and then the pain hit her on her lower back. She immediately crumbled away from the point of contact, collapsing as far as her bonds would allow, but still not avoiding the second lash of the thicker part of the whip. Furthermore, she grits her teeth in anger, fear and pain, refusing to cry out. Then the orc said,"Legs straight and shoulder width apart. And her mind blanked. She didn't understand what he wanted and, even if she had, she wasn't inclined to submit. She kept her legs in a crouch, hooves crossed at the ankles and her rear end lowered as much as possible. Her blue tail curled under to hide her vulnerable sex. The blazing sun was in her face and she was too hot to even sweat at this point. And she knew that hell was coming. Her defiance earned her that third lash across her back. Welts were rising, her skin looked dry, perhaps from lack of water. The orc walked off and returned with a water skin, pressed it to her lips and let her drink her fill. He did not want her dead, he was no forsaken, he had no interest in fucking a corpse. The grannie would most likely never be seen again. Some captives were killed when their captors moved on, others were sold to other horde members. This one was pretty enough to be sold into a harem, but they would have their fun before that became an option. Gorejaw walked around once more and grabbed her by the tail! He pulled her up to her hooves before he lashed at her ass three times with the whip in succession! "When I order you to do something you will do it!" He growled at her, whipping her a fourth time across her light purple ass to make his point! He was putting more stress on her tail, if she refused to stand on her feet he would continue to hold onto it tightly and let her feet dangle in the air until she regained her stance! The Tuareg and the troll were now approaching the two of them. If she had paid attention to them before, they appeared to be wearing a lot less armor and clothing. Both had stripped down to loin cloths. Her fears were becoming very real. She flinched when he hit her again... and then he stopped. She cowered behind the post. Then the orc came around with a water skin and forced her to drink; she coughed and sputtered and swallowed as much as she could, instinctively trying to preserve herself. Then he was gone again. She felt a rough strong hand gripping her tail and yanking her upwards as her ass was beat by the leather strap. She desperately scrabbled to her hooves as he commanded her, the hard strokes forcing a yelp from her throat but more so the pain in her spine and back from the harsh treatment of her tail. Marsha finally got her trembling legs under her and stood as she was told to do- hooves apart and her legs as straight as a drained's legs could be. Those shapely, teal legs were long and with her head and hands tied to the post, this meant her ass was up higher than her shoulders. She could only imagine the view the orc had with her tail held out and up. She blushed a darker teal in her face and whimpered. And her legs began to shake more because she just now noticed that the Lauren and troll were coming over to either watch or participate.' Oh, please no!' she thought,' ... No, no no!' "The Light preserve me!" she began to quietly pray, even though she was not a religious drained. The troll and Tuareg both stopped when they were a few inches from the grannie's face. Their one mercy was the shade they provided as their large bodies blocked the sun from baking the poor trapped female. "She looks like a biter Mon" Te troll nudged the bull who simply snorted in agreement. Both knew not to risk using her mouth, for now, but there were many ways to make sure she could not bite down. Luckily, for her, they did not have a gag that would fit her mouth, so the two would have to wait their turns. The orc finally released her tail and tossed the whip over the wooden cross-beam. His robe joined it next, she could only assume he was now nude. What he did next was crude, a glob of saliva was spit between her legs before he was rubbing something thick and round against the teal smooth folds he found. "I've heard stories of our people back on Drano about grannie women..." The orc growled as he pushed into her from behind, guiding himself with his hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock, fighting the resistance her unprepared body was feebly offering! Marsha eyes bugged as he began to push into her with what she could only assume was the orc's massive cock. It was enormous! She wasn't prepared and the small amount of lube he provided was nothing. She began to struggle and wildly kicked out with her hooves. Furthermore, she tried desperately to buck away from him, but there was no place to go. Furthermore, she panicked as he forced just the tip inside her tightness. Her breath grew rapid, and she strained futilely against her bonds on the post.... finally, a scream of rage and pain was torn from her throat and she pleaded with the troll in front of her, "STOP! Please make him stop.... I'll tell you anything... oh please... Don't let him....help me! He's ripping me apart! Please.... ! Anything! UHF. Uh... Uhn.... please...." Her pale eyes rolled wildly at the painful violation and tears dripped down her face. "Nutting Jo say will stop us now." The troll chuckled, he nor the Lauren moved by her pleas for mercy! His hand moved to undo the loincloth, revealing a long light purple uncut cock. The horde did not seem to mutilate the genitalia of their male offspring like some humans and others of the alliance races were known to do. The troll step forward with his soft manhood in hand and pressed it against her smooth face. "Shhh shhh or I will put to mouth to use." The troll threatened as he continued to slap her face with his long light purple cock. The orc was not delayed by the lack of lubrication, he pulled back and spit once more before he pushed harder into her, forcing most of his cock into her in one cruel thrust! Gore jaw grunted as he grabbed onto her hips and held her in place as he drove deeper into her tight little body before he began to pull out only to spear her with his massive cock all over again! The troll was smacking her face with his own cock by then, the Tuareg was undoing his own loin cloth to reveal his own cock. The orc was thick and long, the troll was a few inches longer but not as thick as the orc, the Tuareg had the shortest cock of all three, but he was the thickest. All three intended to make use of her, perhaps death would have been a sweeter mercy... Another, higher pitched scream was ripped from her as the pain tore through her. The orc violated her in one single shove and bottomed out against the deepest part of her, even though he himself wasn't completely inside her. She shuddered and writhed, her body unable to expel this cruel invasion. Nn.! Her nails scrabbled at the wooden post she was tied to. The troll's hardening cock whipped against her face over and over as the orc reamed her poor tortured drained pussy again and again. Nhn... In! And though she wasn't exactly a virgin, she might as well have been as the orc's fucking was now facilitated by her blood. Each horrid thrust forced involuntary grunts from her lips. Uh! NNN..... unshed closed her eyes and tried to use her Gift of Nauru, but it wouldn't come to her. The pain was harsh and unforgiving, her flesh was already stretched to the extreme; she didn't even want to consider what the Lauren would do to her... and in comparison the troll hitting her face and jaw was nothing. Nothing. Ngn! The orc couldn't care less if she was a virgin or not, that did not even matter to him as his green cock was coated in blood when he pulled out. She was a spoil of war, no one would think twice to look for her, her entire party had been lost, and she would be written off alongside the rest. His hips thrust back hard, jolting her body against her bindings with every powerful stroke! “Silence her.” The orc commanded, the troll only grinned and nodded as he grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled hard, craning her neck to the point she might think he would break her neck!“Don’tCIA bite me now...or we just make it work!” The troll threatened before he shoved his long cock into her mouth and down her throat! Like the orc plowing her hard from behind, he did not care if she choked, breathed or gagged, he began to pump his cock down her mouth roughly! She barely had any time to break, much less think of biting, but the troll was more than ready to smack her face if she dared do something that stupid! Her shoulders and the area across her collarbone took the brunt of the pounding against the post. Assuming she survived this brutal fucking, she'd be seriously bruised. Her mouth opened to scream out when the troll abruptly yanked her hair back and her scream was muffled by his stiff, trolls cock being stuffed down her throat. Her gag-reflex didn't even have time to kick in before he was stretching out her throat with his uncut cock, the purple skin was soon coated with her saliva and his balls smacked against her chin with each thrust. His purple member depressed her tongue and forced her jaws wide... she couldn't have bitten him if she tried; her jaw didn't have the strength to do so. The taste of his flesh in her mouth was repulsive and would forever be burned in her memory. Which wouldn't be long. Already her lungs were straining for air as she was pounded mercilessly from both ends. The lack of oxygen was messing with her body and she almost felt a brief bit of pleasure mixed in with the hurt the orc administered to her tortured pussy. As her lungs struggled for air, and she began to kick weakly with her legs again, her hooves never finding a mark or even purchase. The horror that went through Marsha's mind as she saw the light growing dimmer, to her, was that she was getting fucked to death... as unlikely as that seemed. She'd never thought this was the way that she would meet her end. The kicking faded as her consciousness did, and soon the thrusting orc was all that held her up. The orcs rutting continued, his thick cock starting to twitch and throb inside the grannie's violated pussy! He felt her body go limp, so much he grunted at the troll who pulled his long manhood out of her maw. "Pass me'the data." He asked the Tuareg who produced a skin. Gore jaw continued to pummel her cunt, forcing her body against the log she was tied to as water was splashed on her face before a hand smacked her face back into consciousness. "Don be thinking we be done wit JU." The troll hissed as he pushed his cock back into her mouth and began to skull fuck her! In the time she blacked out, the Tuareg stripped down and was stroking his huge thick cock. Shorter than the orc but almost impossibly thick. From behind the poor captive the orc was starting to grunt, the sound of his balls smacking against her poor cunt grew louder and louder until he kept himself buried deep inside of her and erupted! Thick ropes of hot cum shot deep in her pussy, filling and lubing the bloody and battered fuck hole, flooding her womb! The troll and the Tuareg would never be able to leave her with child, but it was not unknown for orcs and grannie to result in offspring as taboo as they were. The troll pulled out enough to allow her to breath enough to keep her alive but not enough to resist her brutal rape. The orc gave her pussy a last sloppy thrust then pulled out, the Lauren moved behind her and began to push into her cum filled cunt, being the next one to claim and use her body as he wished. "We are going to keep her around for a while, she will be good entertainment." The orc laughed as he used her tattered clothing to wipe off his cock. "I going to fill her belly soon." The troll began to grunt, his cock began to throb deep down her throat. Something wet splashed her face and she was vaguely aware that her lungs were gasping desperately for air... the troll had pulled out and was smacking her face trying to bring her around again. She was still being pounded brutally behind the post, and she came to just as her rapist filled her with his vile seed in a seemingly never-ending delivery. Her befuddled mind was horror-stricken, and her battered pussy stung violently from the onslaught of salty Irish sperm which burned like acid on all the scrapes and cuts inside her. Marsha was sobbing when the troll shut her up again with his impossibly-long cock, once more shoved down her throat. Meanwhile, the Lauren was plugging her recently-vacated, gaping hole with his even thicker dick and, even lubed as she was by the orc's copious amounts of cum, her misery knew all new depths as her newest rapist stretched her poor flesh even more. The troll's plunging cock muffled Marsha's screams as the Tuareg forced himself deeper inside her. Marsha was praying for death now... this was a torture that she'd never thought to encounter. She tried to blank out, but the troll kept her awake and aware. Soon she was choking on the troll's thick cum, although more of it was pumped directly into her stomach than could escape past the troll's thrusting member. Grin'jazz thrusting down the poor grannie's throat continued even as his cock pulsed and throbbed as it shot rope after rope of musky salty seed down in to her belly! The orc came around and cut her hands and neck free, giving the troll more room to work with! Unfortunately, her support system was finally gone and the thrusting of the Tuareg sent her lunging forward so far, her nose was suddenly pressed against the crotch of the troll. A two fingered horn grabbed onto one of her horns and trapped her face there as his dick spasm and twitched in her throat, forcing the young female to gag and choke! "You'll get use ta'it girl." The troll huffed before he began to slide out of her mouth, giving her the first chance to breath without an objective stuffed down her mouth! With her mouth no longer occupied, the Tuareg pulled her back until they were falling into the shade of the nearby tree. The poor captive was pushed onto her hands and legs and practically mounted, the Tuareg standing on his hooves as he drilled deep into her poor battered cunt. His hands held her firmly at the waist, his tail lashed her belly and thighs in between strokes.Meanwhile, the orc and troll had cleaned up and were now watching with grins on their faces. The orc had produced a thick chain with a heavy iron collar at the end, her new apparel was waiting for her. Marsha gagged and coughed to no avail, the troll's hard member was too far down her throat, stretching her neck painfully, cutting off her air once more. He cruelly held her firmly by her horns as he pumped his vile sperm down her gullet. She prayed for death to come swiftly, but it wasn't going to happen. Not now, at least. It seemed to take forever for the troll to withdraw from her throat and mouth his long snake of a cock, purple and nasty; she began to retch, as soon as he was out, while still gasping for air. But the Lauren yanked her backwards, dragged her into the shade and bent her over nearly in two, only to continue his brutal rape of her. She cried out, sobbing, every time he slammed into her. Her hands scrabbled for purchase as she clawed at the ground. She could bare keep her hooves on the ground, as the much larger Lauren controlled her by her hips and pummeled her cervix. Her humiliation was complete... she felt dirty and used and the pain was excruciating. Only that primal sense of survival kept her conscious enough to focus on living. Though emotionally she was a wreck. Her tears continue to stream out of her pale eyes as she was handled like a rag doll. She wanted the Lauren to come, just so it would stop. She begged and pleaded, between her sobbing and screams and groans, "Stop! Stop, oh please... stop...!" Her pleading and crying were ignored, the troll joined the orc in watching her get ravaged by the massive Tuareg. His huge testicles slapped loudly against her cunt with every stroke, the bull snorted as he got closer to orgasm. All three could go longer, but they truly did not want to kill her. Female company was rare when a group was deployed and this new slave would learn to serve them well. The bull finally climaxed, shooting the first spurt of cum into her bloody and battered cunt before he pulled out and rolled her onto her back! The druid towered over her as he continued to cum over her tits, face and stomach. She was left filthy! Blood and cum leaked out of her cunt, dirt and filth smudged her face, sweat made her hair clump, but the ordeal was over. The druid mercifully mended her wounds, but the day would take its toll on her. The orc came forward and locked a heavy iron collar around her neck which was attached to a chain. The troll picked her up as they chained her to a nearby center post out of one of the tents. Inside the tent she would find food, water, even a straw mat and blanket to rest but nothing to help her out of her bondage. Her weapons were gone, even a resourceful rogue would be unable to escape. By dawn the next day the three were gone and back on patrol. She would know peace, but someone would call it torment. Her captors would return, and it was very likely they were keeping alive for one reason and one reason alone.(They are gone for a few days, so I will give her a chance to heal up before they return) It had been one day since they left her. She spent the majority of her time inside the hot tent which was so like an oven. She was in immense pain-mostly in her abused nether region-half dazed and wrapped up in the ragged blanket they left for her. Furthermore, she wished she would just die already and get it over with. It had been two days since they left her. Two hot days when the sun beat down and, even though she stayed within the shade of the tent, the cruel heat took its toll on her. She was not used to this harsh climate. Marsha managed to finish healing completely by that dawn, using her Gift of Narrower time. The first night she was alone, she had crawled outside and found two buckets of tepid water next to the tent. She used up one of the buckets to wash herself off-The itchy, sticky, stinky mess they had left her in was unbearable for the young drained who was used to being cleaner. She was also used to fine food and drink, and clothing... and not getting raped within an inch of her life. Mirsha didn't yell out or anything like that; she was certain that, here in The Barrens, she would only draw more untoward attention... more of the evil Horde, or some creatures looking for easy prey. Chained to a post, that is exactly what she was-easy prey. She had no weapon, nothing to used to pick the lock of her collar. All she could do was sit and wait, suffer the heat, and hope they came back for her before the water ran out... then again, maybe she should hope that they didn'come back so she could die of thirst instead. She shuddered at every memory of what they did to her. Even in her sleep, in the chilly nights with that one smelly old blanket wrapped around her, she would feel their rough treatment and, more often than not, she would wake up screaming or crying and have to stifle herself with both hands. It had been three days since they left her. Once breakfast was done, the food was gone. She still had enough water for two more days, assuming she rationed it carefully and that nothing came along to drink it. But with the heat, the water was gone by that night, evaporated away. It had been four days since they left her. She was parched, and knew she would probably die sometime today. The Gift of Narrows useless if one was dying of dehydration or starvation. She conserved her strength by lying still, wrapped up in the filthy blanket. Most of the time her eyes were closed, other times she would stare out through the tent opening at the sweltering heat that hovered over her view of the land. It shifted and swam and made her think, at times, that someone was approaching. More than once, she hoped a rescue was coming, but that was not to be. Soon she started to hallucinate. And though they weren't real, the hallucinations and dreams were what kept her sane; and kept that little bit of hope living inside her heart. Hope that she would survive this ordeal. The three-man group returned on the 4th night grinning ear to ear with their bags overflowing with goods from an alliance caravan they had raided. Wines, cheeses, smoked meats, fruits, vegetables, gold, so much gold! They had not forgotten their little captive back home, hopefully she had rationed her food or the wolves would eat well that night! The Lauren found her asleep as the orc and troll cared for their mounts and the other started a fire. The druid had a few tricks one that would cleanse her of four days in the heat, both filth and exhaustion. She was left sleeping, but she was carried out and laid on one of the mount's saddle blankets by the fire. The three were in high spirits, with good food and drink they let their little pet stir awake. If she did as she was told, she would be spared a repeat of their previous encounter. The orc began to drink from carnassial wine as the druid gorged on fruits only found in the Eastern Kingdoms, the troll took a liking to the cheeses and shared stories of their youth like old friends would. Marsha's eyes blinked open slowly... at first she didn't remember where she was. The crackling fire and the voices of her captors brought her back to her grim reality. She was laying on a blanket near the fire. It was nighttime and a chill had fallen across the Barrens. She was still nude, and the collar sat heavy on her neck but other than that she was clean, and she felt better than she had for a couple of days now. She sat up, as there was no point in pretending anything. Furthermore, she kept her cast eyes down, not trying to be demure, but not wanting to catch any of her enemies' immediate attention, either-though she knew this tactic would do her little good. Furthermore, she could smell the meats and cheeses they feasted on, and her shrunken stomach pained her, but she said nothing. "She is awake." The troll caught her first, the others noticing the way she moved and saw little to no defiance in her. Had four days in the sun taught her, her role within the camp? Doubtful but the three raiders had plenty of time before they had a leave of duty. Te orc passed the girl a skin of fresh water from a spring in Ashen vale, water so sweet and invigorating it almost tasted like honey to the tongue. "Drink and eat, we have no interest in a withered husk of a slave." He said as fruits, cheeses, roasted meats and bread only a few days old were stacked before her. She was practically invited to their feast, the three continuing their conversations, currently the Tuareg sharing a tale when he had learned to shift into a bear for the first time and the mess he had made his in tribe's communal hut. She took the water, holding the heavy skin with both hands. The water was sweet and refreshing, and she drank her fill almost against her will as her body required it. A small amount escaped the edge of her mouth and splashed down to her bare breasts. She lowered the skin as the wetness on her flesh reminded her she was naked before the three of them. Eating was tougher... her stomach had shrunk, and her nerves were a mess. She managed to force down a few bites of everything put before her. Mirsha had no illusions about her situation. While the orc chose to speak so she could understand him, and he made it clear she was now a slave, she didn't understand what the others were saying. It didn't matter. She didn't need to know. In the darkness, she curled back up on her blanket, awash in despair. Her predicament was dire. They would use her up and discard her... or worse, drag her to an auction block and sell her. She thought that it would be the latter, that she was, perhaps, a commodity. She had heard about captives being bought and sold in Grammar. Now she suspected that she would learn first hand. The three raiders sat on stumps, enjoying their night. The orc caught sight of their slave curling up on her back blanket after eating what she would for the night. "Come girl, you have three masters to please before you may rest." He tugged on the chain, summoning her to her hands and feet before pulling her towards him, guiding her between his thick muscular legs. The orc undid the laces of his pants and pulled out his thick green cock and testicles for her. "Your new duty as our slave is to pleasure us while we are at camp, day and night until we are given order of a new patrol. You serve your purpose, you will not be bound to the hitching post and rutted like an animal....test us and I will let my wolf have its way with your cunt as well." The orc threatened, the other two horde members grinned as they undid their own armor, stripping down to await their own turn. She knew this was coming. She knew they would show her no mercy and that they would abuse her again and again. Furthermore, she crawled forward, stumbling when he tugs hard on the chain. He didn't stop until she was kneeling between his knees. She stared blankly at the big green cock that had raped her not realizing just how thick it was until now. By the Light, no wonder she was so torn up! Glancing at the Lauren, she knew that he was a factor, too. The sheer length of the troll's blue cock made her remember how far down her throat he was, farther than anything else had ever been that wasn't meant to stay down there. Trying hard not to heave or gag, Misha turned back to the orc; in just these few moments, he was as half-mast and she hadn't even touched him. After a brief glance of fear up at the orc's face, she took his stiffening member in one hand and reached to stroke the underside of his balls. She lifted the tip and licked it with her tongue. She purposefully let her saliva collect to she could get him all wet with the least contact of her tongue to his skin. It was a terrible ordeal to keep her expression a blank as possible, to hide her revulsion of what she was doing. Was forced to do. She caressed him underneath, trying to spend equal time under each of his dark-green testicles. Once there was enough moisture on his cock, Marsha ran her hand up a down, stroking him. Eventually, she brought up her other hand because one wasn't enough to reach around his girth. Occasionally, she'd lick the tip, adding more slickness to the two-handed stroking. The conversation continued in the background, little mind was given to the drained slave as she began to work at the orc's cock with her hands and mouth. Had the rogue in chance of escape, the information being shared would have been valuable intel, instead she would only listen as the raiders planned and plotted ow to cripple alliance caravans and supply depots throughout the barrens and ashen vale. The orc looked down at the girl, meeting eye to eye for a moment. "Your mouth, use it." He commanded, finding that the two-handed stroking was not enough. He gave her some time to follow the order, but the occasional licking of the tip was not enough. A hand reached for one of her horns and pulled her closer, his thick cock slipping past her lips. "Open your mouth slave." He ordered as he pulled her down his cock, the tip now nudging against the back of her head. The orc bobbed her head up a down, not pushing into her throat but challenging her gag reflex with every stroke. "We do not have all night, and you have three of us to sate." Marsha had no choice. She gagged, naturally, each time he hit the entrance to her throat and her jaw ached from the strain. Her tongue was pressed flat and tears ran down her face as he fucked her mouth. When she wasn't gagging, she whimpered. She couldn't help it this was miserable! She tried to keep her balance on her knees and ended up having to spread her knees far apart to not tip forward too much. Her hands were on his massive thighs... she had to hold him somewhere, and it took all her effort to keep from pushing away from him. No, that it would have done any good and would have only angered him further if she tried to struggle. The grip on her horn was firm, the poor slave had no chance of escape. Her pathetic whimpers and sobbing were ignored, their conversation drowning it out. Her captor was not even looking down at her, she was a hole for him to shove his cock into and nothing more. On occasion, he would push his entire cock down her throat and hold her in place, cutting her air off for a few brief seconds. In that time the thick green cock would twitch and throb, his testicles tightening against her skin before he pulled her off and allowed her to gasp for breath before doing it all over. It was only a few minutes, but it must have felt like an eternity when he pulled out fully and released the first torrent of cum across her face! His hot sticky cum shot out violently, hitting her face and neck! Three thick ropes of white cum splashed across her skin, his hand pulling her back by her horn to shoot his seed onto her chest. When his orgasm receded he pushed himself into her mouth and ordered to suck out every last drop before tossing her chain leash to the troll." Stan up slave and mount my cock." He ordered, tugging on her chain, more forcefully if she did not move quickly to their commands. The troll pulled her to her feet, turned her around and guided her to sit back on him, her back against his chest so the orc and Tuareg could enjoy the view of her cum marked face. She pulled in a great lungful of air as he splattered his seed all over her face and chest... his horrid, disgusting seed hung on her in strings and dripped in blotches. But she didn't have time to think any more on it, before she was forced to lick his huge, green cock, clean. Thank The Light, there wasn't much left for her to suck out, and he didn't grow hard again. Not that it mattered, because there were two more hordes to sate. She barely had time catch her breath before the chain as tossed to the troll, and he reeled her in. Mirsha didn't understand his words, but she quickly determined the meaning when he pulled her back onto his long, bluefish shaft. He grasped her tail and tugged her back on his spear, tugged her hard until she was fully impaled. With one huge two-fingered hand on her hip and the other holding the chain as a short leash, she had nowhere to go, even if she dared to try. With one her hands grasping her collar, and her other hand braced on his muscular thigh, she did what she knew she had to... and started moving up and down his cock. She couldn't take him in completely and the tip of his cock kept battering against the deepest part of her. She did her best to bring him around swiftly, rode him as fast as she was able under the circumstances. The orc's cum drizzled down her breasts and abs as she bounced on the troll's shaft dutifully. She kept her gaze down on the ground, too ashamed to look at any of her captors. Too filled with disgust over her own weakness at being caught and used this way. She was dead and she already knew it. Marsha died in the skirmish along with the rest of her company. She no longer even deserved to be call Marsha Star caller, Daughter of Miranda Sky wise. She was now only a slave; one to be used, abused and then cast aside. The trolls large cock continued to batter against the poor slave's cervix when she did not catch herself in time. He did not mind the ache, he actually enjoyed it and would purposely pull her down. She was nothing but a set of holes for them to fill and do as they please. "She knows her place...we should get more of this mon." The troll chuckled as his large two fingers hands moved from her hips to her soft bouncing breast. Strong powerful digits squeeze down roughly on the large mounds, the flesh kneaded with no care for the poor slave's discomfort. "Harder slave." The troll commanded, the Tuareg stood and began to approach the two, his massive cock swinging between his legs up and ready for attention." Suck it whore." The Tuareg commanded the slave, a hand grabbing on her horns to pull her down to his crotch, bending her at the waist and forcing her to suck him off as she was moved up and down on the long troll cock. The troll was abusing her harshly, as if he enjoyed giving her pain more than taking his own pleasure. At least he let go of the chain when he took hold of her breasts, and so she wasn't choked by the collar when the bull grabbed her horns and forced her mouth over the tip of his huge member. He was the one that nearly split in her in half that first night. She would never forget that. Her jaw ached, and she feared he'd dislocate it just so she could get a proper mouthful of him. She instinctively placed her hands on the front of his hips... a feeble attempt to put off the inevitable. She did her best to lick and suck the bull's wide head, her eyes watering from the pounding the troll gave her. At least she took hope in the knowledge that, if the Lauren decided to push further into her throat, her life would be over. It would kill her, and she wouldn't have a chance of healing herself. She would no longer suffer. The thought was almost comforting, a stark contrast to her reality. Marsha's eyes traveled upward, from the base of the Lauren's thick cock, up along his fur-covered, sculpted abs and massive pecs to his bestial visage. He seemed to leer down at her from his towering vantage. She did not expect mercy from him nor the others. Even so, she kept looking him directly in the eye as she brought both of her hands to his throbbing rod and began rubbing him along is length as she sucked the tip; she was trying to please him. The orc grew hard at the sight of both the troll and the Tuareg fucking their helpless slave. The Tuareg knew not to us to deep into her mouth, it just wasn't possible so he made sure to watch himself. The troll on the other hand continued to batter her cervix with his long cock but as it seemed he would flood her womb with seed he stopped and let the slut suck on the head of his brother in arms." I think she can take all three." The orc shared which had all three chuckling. The Tuareg pulled his thick cock out of her mouth, the troll pushed her onto her own wobbling feet and towards the massive bull in front of her. The druid cast a spell on her poor battered body before he took a seat on a sleeping mat and pulled her down with him. It was easy to see what he wanted, his large hands guided her to mount his cock, bending her and offering her asshole to the orc as he joined them. The troll came around the front and pulled her lips to his long blue cock as a finger sank into her tight little asshole. Something coated the orcs finger, a tingling lubricant. The bull began to guide her back and forth on his cock. Soon all three cocks would be in her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Marsha heard them speaking in the crude common language the Horde used to communicate between their own races. She didn't understand any of it. She hadn't been trained to be a spy-what she knew was what she'd learned on her own. That she fell into this one, last mission for the Alliance, well, that had been her ill fate which led her here. Her captors were having a good time, she could tell by their laughter and twisted camaraderie. Her rape was a game to them... she was their plaything and nothing more. When the Lauren pulled away from her, she guessed- and rightly so- that they wanted to reposition her. She welcomed the respite from the troll's brutal treatment, however, her legs barely held her own weight when the troll thrust her towards the Lauren, and she was grateful that the bull caught her instead of letting her fall to the ground as she would have expected. But then he did something unexpected-he cast a healing spell on her and at once all the pain and trauma vanished as the wave of magic surged through her body. She was momentarily stunned by his compassion, even as he pulled her onto him, this time facing him. Her legs spread to each side of him and, the next thing she knew, his massive cock was entering her, stretching her labia wide. If she hadn't already been thoroughly fucked by the troll, this might have been a repeat of the first time he took her, but this time it was different. She shuddered and, as he entered her, a gasp escaped her and her head fell back. "Ah....ah..." Her chest rose and fell as she gulped in deep breaths of air between her cries. They were just getting started... the Lauren pulled her torso toward him, and she steadied herself with her hands on his impressive pectorals. He was sunk as deep in her as he could go, and her inner walls were stretched to their limit, or so she thought, and he just held her there. She dared a look into the Lauren's eyes, which were as pale as her own. The skin of his muzzle was a faded violet, and she watched his nostrils flare, felt the moist heat of his exhalation on her face. She was just about to reach out and touch him there, on the muzzle, when the troll turned her head and thrust his wet, stiff member between her startled lips and at the same time, she felt the unwelcome pain of something violating her virgin ass... her eyes grew wide at this latest atrocity, and she tried to protest the abuse, only to choke on the troll's hated flesh. Then the Lauren grabbed her hips and started rocking her. Suddenly, she was a confused combination of raw nerves, emotions and clashing sensations!. She was frightened, shocked, disgusted and, worst of all, the bull's thick cock was starting to feelgood inside her... The Tuareg's large hands grabbed onto her hips firmly, rocking her back and forth on his massive cock. The healing spells were meant to keep her healthy, despite her rough handling the three raiders were growing protective of their fuck toy captive. Raiders stayed up to a year or more on the field and rarely given any time to return to an actual outpost were they could sate their urges. It did not take long for the bull to start grunting, Marsha's tight little cunt was really squeezing his thick cock and sending jolts of pleasure down into his loins. He was eager for more, rocking her back and forth, his cock was not long enough to smash against her cervix like the troll, but he was the thickest of all three. The troll kept pulling out of her mouth and running his long veined cock across her lips. "Lick it slave." He commanded her before he pressed his heavy hairless balls into her mouth, his cock resting on her face. The grip on her horns slackened as the bull rocked her back and forth, it was obvious the three were capable of sharing her as long as each could claim whichever hole they wished. The orc thick finger pushed deeper into her tight little ass, his free hand grabbed and held her tail up as he let the bull guide her back into his entire finger. The lubricant he used was infused with a natural herb that acted as an aphrodisiac. The digit pulled free to dip back into some more, that second time he rubbed some of it against her stretched swollen labia before dripping a generous amount on the virgin pucker. Two fingers began to fuck her tight little ass, wiggling and probing, preparing her for the cock that would soon follow. The troll demanded her attention the most, constantly saying the same words and soon enough she learned that it meant something regarding her servicing his cock with her mouth. She only ever heard those words when she was made to suck on him. Though now he wanted something different... as long as he wasn't thrusting his long member deep down her throat, she obediently complied. She ran her lips and tongue over his length and back again and sucked carefully on his balls, though she could only take one in her mouth at a time without risking a scrape from her teeth.' Light preserve her if that happened!' Meanwhile, whatever the orc was doing became less painful the more he did what he did... even as she could feel him stretching her out. The slick stuff he rubbed on her and into her was not deadening her sensations but, rather, intensifying her pleasure. The Lauren was rocking her hips hard and steady on him. Her clit rubbed directly against his rough, wet shaft in each direction, and she just kept getting wetter and more turned on with each stroke. Marsha could sense the familiar feeling of a strong orgasm rushing toward her. The first uncontrollable moan of pleasure came from her when she was sucking on the left side of the troll's sack: she was still leaning on the bull's strong chest with her right forearm, and her left hand grasped the troll's blue cock at the base to hold him steady, her head was turned to the left and tilted upward so she could run her wet tongue under and around the sensitive skin there... and then she moaned, sending a soft vibration through him. Her abs and thighs flexed, and her inner walls rhythmically gripped the bull's thrusting flesh and the muscles around the orc's fingers quivered. She whimpered and moaned again, trembling as it built in her. It felt so good to her... for the first time in a long time.... and even though she knew where she was and who was doing it to her, she didn't care. Maybe later she'd feel differently, but the was too much. The stimulation was overwhelming as she surrendered to the darkest pleasure she'd ever known. The three members of the horde all shared a few words, pointing out how their little slave was on the verge of orgasm. The bull began to rock her back faster, the orc even slid an arm around her and found her clit with his large and calloused fingers. Brutes and raiders they might be, but the anatomy of a woman was the same and what better humiliation then to make their slave betray her own body and cum for her masters. The orc moved into position, stalling the fucking. The bull guided her hips out offering her virgin ass to the large green cock. The troll continued to groan as his cock was licked but the fucking had paused as the orc stretched the little ring of muscles and began to push into her ass. There was little room in her body for one of their cocks, much less two, but it was going to happen! Inch by slow inch the thick cock forced its way in, pressing against the Tuareg's massive cock, only an impossibly thing barrier between the two! The orc pulled out and pushed back in, stretching out the muscles of her anus as he pushed into her rectum once more, the lube easing the invasion but only to prevent him from leaving her a bloody and bruised mess (again). In her pleasure, she made little gasping noises as the bull rocked her faster and the orc fingered her clit. She was so close to release... so close! And then they halted all motion, and she nearly cried in frustration at them stopping at such a crucial point. At first, she thought that they were punishing her again, and then she did cry out as he pushed his way into her very tight hole while the Lauren held her still as a vice! She was laying on the Lauren's massive chest with both of her forearms resting on him, and she ducked her head down, abruptly biting the flesh of her own arm to keep herself from screaming. By the time the orc had pressed into her the second time she was so full of cock that she could barely stand it. The pain behind was about as intense as her pleasure had been only moments before in her aching pussy. The two sensations didn't cancel out, rather they co-existed, and she was trying to prepare herself for when they'd both start fucking her again. Her body quivered uncontrollably from the intensity. She tasted blood from her own arm and shuddered at the contrast of feelings running through her. She remembered the troll, and knew he'd want his share, too, but she couldn't move; she was tightly pinned between the orc and the Lauren and couldn't move and inch. Tears of pain and frustration and... something else... leaked from her pale eyes, dripping down her cheeks along the jawline and off her delicate chin. The troll squatted down and lifted her head by the horn, looking at her with a smug look on his face. It did not appear like he cared that she was not licking and sucking on his cock. "This be your new place now slave, you are a toy for us now." He chuckled as the orc began to withdraw a few inches before pushing back into her tight little asshole. There was no room inside of her, both cocks fought for space, they even rubbed against one another. It took the orc a few more strokes and a little more of the tingling oil to make the penetration smooth despite how tight the little hole was.Finally, both began to move, first the cock in her ass would slide out, the Tuareg would slide her up and down, on that downward motion both cocks would slide back into her. It was a tight fit, but both men did not seem very likely to take turns, they both wanted the hole they were fucking, and the troll was pulling her face back to his cock. "All three at once girl." The troll grunted as he pushed his own cock into her mouth and forced it down her throat.

Captive of the Horde (Aiden and Cassiopia) NC-EX|rating:2.0

Magical Hero Academia_ Academy Campus [IC]

Magical Hero Academia: Academy Campus [IC](( IC Thread for The Academy Campus of Magical Hero Academia! Anything that happens in the public areas of the Justice Trooper Academy takes place here; classes, public lunches, library study sessions, gymnasium training days or just generally hanging about during your off-time on university campus takes place here. The area is made of white marble stone and reclaimed wood, with an artisanal finish to the buildings that make them look as new today as they were fifty years ago when they were first constructed. The classrooms are spacious and comfortable, and the surrounding waterfalls feed a perpetually refilling lagoon that encircles the campus itself. Some key locations include:The Classrooms: Outfitted for a variety of subjects, most classrooms are designed and decorated according to the tastes and whims of the professor it belongs to. The botany and biology department might be covered in jungle-vines and flowers, the history department might be swallowed by a sprawling desert and so on. Most of the student body are prospective Justice Troopers, though some departments have been known to offer public courses and education to any who seek to broaden their mind! The Physical Arts Field: From gymnastics to ball-sports to wrestling to cross-country to combat drills, anything vaguely physical takes place on the Physical Arts fields, either on the variety of terrains outside or in the expansive gymnasium at the foot of the area. Combat drills, training days, club meets and extracurricular games alike all take place in this area. The Library: Studying means books, and books means a library! This expansive collection of texts, translations and novels has been carefully bartered together by Justice Troopers across the continent and contains everything a Justice Trooper Aspirant needs to pass the written part of their course. Just don't damage the books, or return one too late; the librarian has been known to get testy over such things, and nobody wants to see an angry gorilla! The Current IC Week Is:Week 1, Sunday 1st -- Saturday 7thPlease use the header provided below in your posts! Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=300 padding=3][/IMG][/float left][hr][center][b]Date / Time:[/b][/center][hr][b]Name:[/b][b]Wearing:[/b][b]Location:[/b][b]Tagging:[/b][b]Warnings:[/b][hr]Rules:1) Stay Respectful2) Disagreements should be settled in private respectfully, or with the involvement of a GM if you can't come to an agreement between yourselves.3) Please respect others' boundaries.4) No Godmodding5) Have Fun! [This Is Mandatory]Other Links:Discord (Thread (( / Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Everyone in the Book Club Warnings:Gabriella walked into the massive library and looked around in awe. The library in which her orphanage was annexed to, paled in comparison to this one. She wondered how many books were housed here. It was not just the books but the finishing and exhibits. The last couple of weeks was a whirlwind of activities, classes and introductions. Having arrived at Lusatia just in time to enrol, she had barely enough time to explore the city, much less the academy. Which reminds her she would have to look for more permanent accommodation and possibly a part-time job or something. Mari, aka Soul Resolute has given her some gold which certainly did add to her savings, but she was sure that it would not last her time here at Lusatia. Besides, she had to purchase clothes, food, and who know what else to live here. Gabriella followed the instructions to the study room that was the location of the book club she joined had during the whirlwind campus orientation, at least she hoped it was the book club. It was, she believed at the north end of the library. As she opened the door, she did a double take at the empty room and was about to close the door when she noticed the "Welcome Banner". How she could have initially missed it she did not know. She was first the arrival. Then again, it was a Sunday. Only reason that she was up was that she was used to it. She was usually up by 6am, if not earlier to start the day back at the orphanage. As she walked in, she noticed a small table with some food and beverages. She poured herself a glass of what she believed was juice, took a few cookies and sat down. (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:Anyone Warnings:N/The dreams come and go. They always did for her. They rarely left fragments behind, mere splinters of a time much simpler than this. A time when she was a restless and mischievous spirit whose antics were never up to any good. A time when her whole world was so much smaller, and only the vivid imagination painted by the dusty archaic tomes and the word of traveler's tongues broaden a glowing horizon she has yet to see. From a distance, she had only watched. How did the blazing sun perched in the skies feel against one's skin? Did it look bright enough to blanket one's skin with warmth? How did the sun-kissed winds feel as it brushed and tousled one's hair? Was it more of a nuisance because of the entanglement, or was it deemed to be refreshing because it served as relief from the sun high above in the heavens? How did the yellowed pages of a tome feel underneath one's fingertips? Did it feel just as it sounded when the page crinkled to move onto the next part? These were the things that she had often pondered about. The things that she had always yearned to ask of another born of flesh and bone, but never could draw closely to them. That is, until a gift was bestowed onto her. The kind of gift bestowed to her by a far greater being, but such gifts did come with their costs. She was mortal, just like any other that strolled through these corridors of the academy. She felt the things that they did. An incredible influx of information to behold at first, but gradually eased into it the more that her senses became acclimated. Once she has become much more as they were, she has carefully unraveled the true underlying purpose of her being here. It was to learn so much more of this world beyond the sea of sand. Their world from the beautiful languages that flowed from off their tongues like the fluidity of water to the mingling of cultures and races that brought them together. There was so much for her to learn that she had become the eager sponge awaiting to absorb all the knowledge she could possibly attain. It is because of such eagerness that she found herself in the predicament she awakens to. The warmth of daylight peeking through the windows caresses her soft and porcelain skin. Her eyelashes flutter, before she slowly opens her eyes to soak in the scene that lays before her. Slowly, she pushes against the palms of her hands that splays on one of the few tables to the library to cause for her body to straighten in her seat. One blink of the eyes. A few scattered pieces of parchment scrawled with ink lay underneath her palms. Two blink of the eyes. Books of all sorts amassed at the table she was seated at, and far off to the side, a single waxen candle whose dancing light has been vanquished. Third blink of the eyes. It all was pieced together. Eyes of glittering rubies widen with the sudden realization dawned upon her much like the hours of the early morning has snuck up onto her. She had been here in this library studying all that she could, and whatever she could simply not cram into her mind, she has hastily scribbled onto the scratch pieces of paper. She had slept for an indeterminable amount of hours. Panic stirs in her, as her eyes dart around to encompass her surroundings. She did not see any other within this place just yet. Perhaps, she would have just enough time to shelve these books into their proper placements lest she face the wrath of an angered librarian. With a delicate mannerism, the sheets consisting of her notes were folded before tucked away into a simple patch-work fabric bag. The kind of oddly charming bag that Arty may have shunned her for toting around, even if it served its simple purpose. The patch-work bag is slung onto her shoulder, whilst the books are cradled into her arms. Now, this shall be the challenge of the day. Putting every single book back where it belonged, and remembering where exactly they belonged with a mind still veiled of its foggy tiredness. Now, now, what has the Jinn gotten herself into this time? (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Gabriella Warnings:N/Asylum made his way through the library at a calm walk, staff clicking against the floor as he moved towards his destination. The elf moved with purpose, knowing where he intended to go and what he would do. Leafing through various tomes and texts in the shelves would have to wait for another time. The year was long after all, and there would be plenty of opportunities to submerge himself in that. The beginning year activities seemed to be winding down, with most classes beginning at last and the entrance ceremony completed. Syria had seen it before, though he was not yet in his final year at the Academy. But it gave him a certain aura, and he was able to engage in most things with relative ease. He was already looking forward to the year, interacting with new students while further honing his skills. It wouldn't be too long before he was graduated, practically the blink of an eye for an elf, so he wanted to enjoy the time while it lasted. Even if more excitement awaited beyond it. He soon arrived at the study room, and did not hesitate as he opened the door and stepped inside. Gently closing it, his gaze swept the room and quickly fell upon the person who was already there and enjoying the snacks that had been left in the room. "Well, this is somewhat awkward," he noted with a light smile as he leaned his staff against the wall and stepped over to her. "The upperclassmen should usually be the ones here first." (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:YaraWarnings:N/Tatiana wasn't a complicated person. She liked to talk to people, to smile and laugh with them, to share her feelings about the Father of the Day, and just live how she felt was best. Life was too short to let things like anger, rudeness, or stubbornness keep you down, so she did her best to not get hung up on things. It didn't always work, of course, as life was hardly ever as simple as she'd prefer it to be, but for the most part she enjoyed spending time under the Father's sun. So when she discovered a club that focused on one of her favorite hobbies, she had of course immediately signed up. A book club... oh, the possibilities! What new things could she discover in this world of knowledge the academy had opened up for her? What new people could she befriend and, possibly, convert? She was certainly eager to find out, so she hummed to herself as she walked to the library, a smile on her face and one of her favorite novels held close to her chest. The library was impressive, the good sister having to stop and take a moment to just look at all the shelves and shelves of books that it held. She'd never seen so many books before in her entire life, so she was honestly feeling a little overwhelmed. She stepped further into the room, slowly turning to just stare in awe at it all... and promptly walked right into a table, causing her to yelp from the corner digging into her hip and the sound of the wood scraping across the floor startled her enough to cause her to jump a bit. Furthermore, she looked around, cheeks darkening from embarrassment as she hoped she didn't disturb anyone. Thankfully the library was almost empty, only a single student shelving some books catching her eye. Still, it would be rude to not say anything for causing such a ruckus in the normally quiet space." S-sorry about that," she said as she moved the table back to where it had been before she'd stumbled into it like a blind idiot. "I hope I didn't bother you. I just got a little overwhelmed and, well, let myself get distracted." She let out an awkward little laugh, feeling rather bashful as she explained herself. "I'm Sister Tiana Hangar, but you can just call me Sister Tiana, or even just Tiana if calling me a sister makes you uncomfortable." She'd had an issue or two in the past, but she really was an ordained member of the Order, so her moniker was in fact accurate. "Do you need any help or should I, um, just leave you to it?" (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:TianaWarnings:N/The finery of this collection was simply...outstanding. If it had not been for the constraints of time itself, she would have surrendered herself to be lost within this labyrinth. Alas, there were tasks and duties that must be completed outside these doors, and a world filled to the brim of wonderment to also explore. Despite the fogginess of a fatigue that draped over part of her mind, a faint trace of a smile pulls at the corners to her lips. The hard-cover tomes are pressed lightly against her own chest, as she wanders much like a phantom of the library. Some of these books she had a recollection to where they belonged from the stricken madness that has overtaken her to grab all that her arms could muster to carry the previous evening. Perhaps, she may have been all too much of the jubilant type when it came down to trips to the library whenever she had the spare time to do so. She has heard whisperings from the mouths of other students that this very same place she considered to be the wealth of knowledge was considered to be a bore to them. A statement that she found to be rather odd, after all, there was a club forged of some students dedicated to these books. A club that she very much indeed has joined without much hesitation on her part. As she retraces her steps of the evening prior, the load of the weight to all the books she plucked from off the shelves lessen. One by one, she reunites these books to their homes amongst these shelves. In this library, she is enchanted in her own little world. A world where it felt like none can do no harm to her, and just for this moment, she could forget about the underlying reasoning behind her attendance to the academy. She glimpses down to peer at the faded golden title imprinted on the softened leather of the tome. Fiction. Her thoughts lead her astray momentarily, as she attempts to dig around the banks to her memory. Where did this particular book go? Her eyebrows furrow in their bafflement, but she is not left to her own thoughts any longer. The distinctive sound of the leg to a piece of furnishing skims across the floor followed by a small yelp. It is by instinct that her stature straightens, and her ruby eyes dart to the sourcing of the sound. A trembled breath leaves her from the startle that had her heart racing even moments after the incident. No longer had she been the only one within the walls of this library. There seemed to be another that greeted the dawn of day by also perusing this collection of tomes. As the other woman approaches, she lightly clears her throat and tucks a strand of a loose snow-white and silken lock behind her ear. Was she about to receive a scolding for staying overnight in this library instead of resting in her designated room? She had not meant to disobey. She underestimated the limitations of mortal kind. Furthermore, she should have heeded the warnings of the eyelids that seemingly grew heavier and heavier and how her train of thought dissipated the longer she had stayed awake. Her plush lips part as if to murmur an apology, but the other student had beaten her an apology of her own. Yara blinks in a mild surprise, but she holds her tongue whilst the other speaks. She...she was not here to scold her? Oh, thank goodness! Her stance relaxes with the ease to the situation presented to her. She could almost breathe a sigh of relief. "'No need to apologize. Even I sometimes find myself lost amidst these grounds. There is quite a lot to take in all at once! I have merely heard stories, but to experience it all for myself? The stories do not paint the whole picture.," Yara replies soon after the woman had apologized for such a minor and frivolous thing. She soon falls into a temporary silence, as she hears the introduction of the student before her. Sister? Where has she heard that before? She knew that this was a term used for family, but to use it as a title? Was this one of the followers of a faith? While she has heard of such individuals, and has even seen their shrines and other monuments of dedication, she never has met one. And why would using part of her title make another uncomfortable? There were things she has yet to understand in this world it seems." I am pleased to meet your acquaintance, Sister Tiana. I am Yara Malik. You can just call me Yara.", the jinni introduces herself to the fellow student. "I am new here. I am a first-year student of this academy. I hope to learn many new things, and to meet many new people. You are one of the many.," she continues with a newfound excitement glittering behind her eyes from meeting another student much like herself. "I have grown a liking to this vast collection of books! I have never seen so many in one place in my entire life! They even have a book club! Have you ever seen something so incredible, Sister Tiana?", she beams of a passion for these fine pieces of literature. It is then that she hears her inquiry, and she pauses momentarily to register what she had meant. Help? She blinks once, and the answer dawns to her. "Oh! With these books? Sure! I seemed to have gotten myself carried away with trying to soak all of this information all at once.," she continues, as she moves to be at Tiana's side to make it easier to view the titles of the books remaining. "This one is fiction, I know for sure! I am unsure of the other one. It has a really intriguing title, but unfortunately, I was unable to read it. I had run out of time.," Yara informs her as she shuffles between the two books that she had left cradled in her arms. "I appreciate the assistance, Sister Tiana.", she finishes with a flash of a smile to the kind woman lending a hand. "Do they have libraries like this from where you are from?", she asks merely from out of curiosity. (/ Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Syria and Book Club Members joining in Warnings:Gabriella was about to place the cookie in her mouth when she heard the door open. It surprised her enough to almost drop the cookie. Actually, she did drop it but managed to catch it after a bit of a fumble. She quickly stood up, she was not sure what the protocol was, or if there was one when greeting an upperclassman. There was so many of that back in the temple and orphanage that she grew up in. Nevertheless, she stood up and bowed her head respectfully. "Greetings, pleased to meet you. My name is Gabrielle Innocent. I'm a first year here, and I just arrived at the academy recently." She nervously bit her bottom lips and hoped that she said the right thing. Then she continued, "I was early anyway. I have always been an early riser and wanted to explore the library and gain a layout of the campus and town. So I don't get lost... Are you here for the Book Club?" Gabriella wondered if she spoke too much as she started to fidget a little. Then she looked the elf before her and smiled nervously. (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:YaraWarnings:N/A"It's really all so amazing, isn't it?" Tiana looked around once more, smiling brightly as she did so. It would be so easy to get lost between the shelves, just letting yourself wonder from topic to topic without a care for what was happening outside this world of books. She herself had thought the library of the church to be large, compared to the humble one back where she grew up, but this was in a completely different category in terms of how big it was." Oh, yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, too," she replied to Yara's greeting with a brilliant smile on her face, happy to meet new people in general, but to encounter someone with such an obvious love of books as well? Things like that really brightened her day. And she didn't have a problem with her being an ordained sister at "such a young age". Only a few people had, of course, but it had puzzled her every time her age had been brought up in the past. "I'm a first year student myself, so I understand completely. So many new people to talk to, so much to learn, and yet so little time in the day to do it." It was honestly a wonderful problem to have, and Yara apparently agreed with her." I know, it's so amazing," she agreed, surprised to hear that Yara had joined the book club, too, but happy to hear it. "I joined the book club the moment I heard about it." She gave her novel a little wave for emphasis. "I wasn't sure if I had to bring anything to the first meeting, so I decided to choose my favorite story." She sighed as she looked at the well-worn cover, her free hand briefly touching the title;The Princess of Shades. A work of complete fiction telling the story of a girl who wandered into the Forest of Shades and went on a grand adventure. It made the forest that had bordered her home seem less scary when she was little." Now, let's see about shelving those books," Tiana declared suddenly, Yara having agreed to accept her offer of assistance after all. "I don't blame you for getting swept up in them. I could spend days here and never want to leave." She looked at the two books, pursing her lips a little as she thought about where they should go. The fiction wouldn't be too hard, but the other could be a little tricky. "Let's start with the easy one, and then we can work out where the other goes." She returned the smile from Yara with one of her own as she began searching out the fiction section, knowing enough about how libraries worked to have a decent idea of how to find it. "Like this?" She gestured to the shelves around them and shook her head with a chuckle. "Oh, no way. Not this big, anyhow." The one in Dusk hallow had been small indeed, and the church's had been... well, kind of dry. Mostly old tomes and the like. "Alright, so, libraries like this usually have a method for finding the books you want. A catalog, maybe, or a serial number system." She glanced at the books Yara held. "Do they have a number on the spines somewhere or maybe a code? The libraries I've been to like to place them there, but sometimes they're on the inside of the cover or something." (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Gabriella Warnings:N/Asylum eyed the bow with a lofted eyebrow, not used to that level of respect. Not here at the Academy anyway. Were he home it would have been pretty normal, but it had been some time since he had been there? So he'd peg it as a bit odd, but nothing too outrageous. Maybe she was just that kind of formal person." I'm Syria. It's nice to meet you Gabriella," he replied with a small nod. He listened silently as she excused her presence, though it didn't really need defending. He was simply annoyed that he hadn't been here first. But he would not hold it against her for wanting to get a better idea of the schools grounds. Knowing ones environment was a good skill, particularly in their line of work. After a moment he grabbed a chair, turning it to face her before sitting down. "I am indeed," he confirmed in response to her question. "Since you're here then I assume you are too. Unless you got lost in all that exploring." They'd see how she reacted to a bit of teasing on his part. She wouldn't have availed herself of the snacks and lingered if she wasn't part of the club. (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:TianaWarnings:N/The Jinni definitely fell into agreement with the other newly acquainted student that has accompanied her. The library of the academy was simply amazing, and it was surely a sight to behold! From all the hustle and bustle of classes and the newly adopted academy lifestyle, she had not been able to explore all that this place truly had to offer. Only when she did have a sliver of free time late in the previous evening did she meander through these corridors, and found herself completely lost between the pages of books until she found herself awakening in a place that she swore to herself that it shall only be an hour before she returned to bed. Perhaps, this was a fate that had been sown for the jinni. After all, what was the likelihood of her bumping into another student that was ever so kind to lend a hand? It turned out that Sister Tiana was also a first-year student, and that she too had joined the book club. While she did spot the banner that hung from the entryway and a table set off to the side for a reasoning not yet known to her, she had only assumed that this was the kick-start to the book club. Soon enough, even more members should be pouring in. It was rather exciting just to think of the many others that shared the very passions as she did. It was a joy to learn of the many others beneath this roof of the academy, where they hailed from, and what they aspired to be in this world. Thus far, she had heard a wide array of answers. No two answers had been the same. For the moment of silence between the two, she pondered what Sister Tiana aspires to be in this world. She seemed to be a kind and gentle soul thus far...perhaps, the sword and shield of society? Someone to fight for those that could not, and to assist those in need? Curiosity glimmered in her eyes when Sister Tiana had waved the novel that she had with her, and this has caused for her wandering thoughts to come to an abrupt halt. The book seemed to have been weathered and worn due to its usage. A popular book, so it seems. The Princess of Shades? A title that did not ring a bell for her, but nevertheless, she was rather intrigued of the book. Why did Sister Tiana bring this book here? Was it something that she loved so endearingly that she brought it everywhere she went, and read the book over and over again because she never tired of it? Or, was this some sort of presentation to have the book shown to other avid readers, and to show why this was a book that was most definitely worth the read? This most certainly captured her attention." Sister Tiana, what is "The Princess of the Shades" about?", she asks merely of her inquisitiveness. "I have not heard of this book before. Is this a book that can also be found here?", she adds shortly after with a small tilt of her head, as she looks to the book in possession of Tiana before peering back to her. Once this has been aired, she eases back into the task at hand. This should not be all too tricky. She could find the correct placements to these books whilst conversing to Tiana. She would like to know a little more about her, after all, she was a first-year student much like herself. Chances are, she was going to be seeing her more often as the semester progresses. It seemed as if the library of the academy was unique in its nature. Tiana had told her that there was nothing as massive as this back from where she had come from. However, there was a distinctive system that all of these libraries had. She mentioned a catalog or...a what? "Serial numbering system?", Yara repeats in perplexity, feeling how the strange string of words rolled off her tongue. It felt so foreign to her. She never really heard of anything like this, but numeric systems she did have a faint sense of familiarity to. Tiana had mentioned that this numeric pattern was either located on the spine of the book or inside the actual book. Yara pauses from the stroll through the library, as she inspects the spines of the books she possessed. She did not spot any numeric pattern system along its spine. So, she goes to the second solution and partly opens the book to glimpse at the interior of the book. It had not been at the front, but there was a pocket with a numbering card near the back of the book." Ah! There it is!", she proclaims, as she lightly taps the card with the pad of her index finger." That was a wonderful idea, Sister Tiana! Thank you! The collection of books that I have come across did not have this. A rather good means to organize them.," she continues whilst she briefly skims over the numbers of the books. With the numeric pattern imprinted freshly upon her mind, Yara continues to stroll through the library to stow away the last two books in her possession. One had been a fiction book. The other had a title that captured her attention, but she never had the opportunity to skim through its contents." Mmm, I remember reading a little bit about this first book. It is a fiction book called 'The Beauty in Darkness'. I only read a few chapters, and thus far, it describes a farmer's daughter that looked from the golden wheat fields of the farm to the castle far beyond her reach. I kind of skipped a few chapters to see what else there was, and apparently there is some kind of war that breaks out? And it gives her the opportunity to fight instead of being stuck at the farm?", Yara briefly summarizes of what she knew of the fiction book. Then, she shuffles the other book on top of the other so that she may properly view it. It was much thinner than the other, and the leather cover had raised details such as wisps that whirled to form the intricacy of a mandala. At its center, faded golden text revealed the title of the other. "The Sea of Sand?", she murmurs with a slight arch of her brow, but she does not implore as to the meaning behind it. They wrote a book about her homeland? What did it entail? What did they speak of her home? A few pages are flipped through to get the general idea of where this kind of book belonged, along with a glimpse to what it was about. There were these beautiful and rich illustrations that filled these pages, along with cursive hand-writing that accompanied the imagery. This book is closed shut, before she slides her gaze over to Tiana." Actually, I am going to borrow this one from the library for now. I guess that leaves us only with one to shelve. A book that I will eventually get to.," she continues with a glint of a smile behind the promise of a book that she will eventually get her hands on. Not a moment too soon, for it seems that they no longer were alone in this library. From afar, she hears the softened muffles of another...no...others within this library. It was bound to happen. She could not hog up this library all to herself, but it was rather nice to spend the evening here. (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:YaraWarnings:N/A"Oh, it's such a charming story about a girl who wanders into a dark forest," Tiana informed Yara happily. "She goes on this grand adventure, meeting all sorts of strange and wonderful characters." She regarded the novel with a fond smile on her face. "It's based on the forest where I used to live. Until I read this book, I always found it so scary." She sighed softly as she remembered those days. "This made it seem less intimidating, I guess." She thought about Yara's question. "I'm not sure how popular it is outside Atari, to be honest. This is my own personal copy and, well, I thought people would enjoy it like I do if I shared it with them." She focused once more on their task, glad to hear there was indeed a method of tracking where the book had come from." The Beauty in Darkness?" The title certainly made it sound interesting, and perhaps she'd check it out later when she had the time. For now, she helped Yara track down where to put it, all while listening to her talk about what she'd read in said book. A war, a farm girl that leaves home... it could be an entertaining read. The other was a book that was apparently about the great desert she'd only heard about a time or two. Nothing in detail, of course, as her homeland was located far from the place. It could certainly be an interesting read, once Yara was finished with it at least. "Well, you can check that out after we put the other one back." She kept an eye out for where The Beauty in Darkness belonged, humming to herself as her gaze went from row to row, until she spotted it. "Aha! There we are." She moved to stand next to the row in question, beaming at Yara happily. "Now we can shelve it and, well, join the others. I mean, if you'd like." She could hear the new arrivals herself and wondered if it was their fellow book club members. "Shall we, then?" (/ Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Syria and Book Club Members joining in Warnings:"Lost?" She did a double take of the sign in the room, for a moment looking a little frantic and confused. She felt heat rise to the cheeks of her face as she blushed. Furthermore, she smiled nervously hoping it was just some lighthearted teasing. At least it was what she understood her to be. Her experiences with teasing back at the temple and orphanage were seldom "lighthearted". Some of the priests there were in fact quite demeaning with their teasing. After all, they, especially the priests and academics believed themselves to be vastly superior to everyone else who were not of the faith. She felt herself start to tense up as she started to remember what the priests had done to the children in the orphanage and what she had to go through. Feeling herself tense up, she noticed that she had clenched her fists tightly under the table. She remembered the words of one of her saviors and mentor Soul Resolute, and forced herself to relax and unclenched her fists. Hoping that Lyric did not notice the shifts in her feelings, she smiled, this time a more genuine one. "I am not lost. Well maybe I still am. In my mind that is. I can't believe I am here at the Academy. I grew up in an orphanage in The Holy Scholocracy Of The Kingdom Of Karen with not much of a future ahead, perhaps if I am lucky a scribe or acolyte of the goddess or well a kept woman of a priest or scholar. So I am going to do the best I can here. And the books! The orphanage was attached to the temple library, and it was one of the most comprehensive in the Kingdom, but it pales in comparison to this. One could get lost in here."her voice becoming more animated with excitement. "So what was your experiences like at the academy? Any tips for a first year?" (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Gabriella Warnings:N/Although he missed the deeper meanings of her reaction, Syria was amused as her excitement took hold. There was always a bit of uniqueness to that, as everyone approached it from their particular perspective. He'd seen enough of that sort of thing during his time at the shelter to peg that fairly well."Indeed, it is," he agreed with a small nod. "The Founders were very aware of the value of a rounded education, though I suspect there are greater libraries still elsewhere in the world." Still, there was little to complain abut with what they had here. He let out a modest hum as she turned a question upon him in turn. "Not too different from how things were for you. They've done a couple renovations since then, and the names of the baddies have shifted a bit too, but on the whole it's pretty similar. It's a very hopeful atmosphere, probably because of all the positive emotions." He'd seen some of the same thing in his mercenary lifestyle before, but this was a bit different. That it was selfless in nature gave it a different hue from those who simply fought to live another day, or out of greed. After a few moments he leaned forward, still relaxing where he had sat. "Overall, I'd say to not let yourself be overly intimidated. There are all sorts of walks of life here. Everyone has something to contribute in their own way, and everyone here is trying to help you reach your full potential." (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/A Atari? It must be the name of the place where Tiana has previously resided at. Her brows knit together from the curiosity behind the book that the sister has carried with her. It seems to hold a special place in her heart. A reminder of a home that may be far, far away. Yara has heard of mementos that some individuals kept that served as a link to a fond memory such as a silver locket with their picture tucked away within it or a lucky charm tied onto their belt for they believed that it has always brought them fortune wherever they went. Perhaps, this book of hers served as a memento. She slightly tilts her head, as Tiana delves into further detail to a short and sweet summary of how it was about a girl that wanders into a dark forest and meets a variety of wondrous characters. By reading the book, she found for the forest to be less frightening. She nods her head in understanding followed by a light trace of a smile." Well, I have not heard of this book nor have I read it. However, I am very much intrigued by it. I would love to give it a read sometime.," Yara tells her as she rests the remaining book onto the shelf. With Tiana's assistance, she was able to tackle these tasks swiftly. She was incredibly grateful for it too! Only the heavens themselves knew if she had been able to find the correct places for them without landing herself into additional trouble along the way. The Jinni slides from out of the row of books to be at the other woman's side once more. "I appreciate the assistance, Sister Tiana. I would have probably been stuck here for a good hour or two, or face the wrath of an angry librarian.", she begins to tell her, but she does not budge just yet to make her way to where the others may be located." Was there anything that you needed to do? Is there something I can lend my assistance to?", she asks of her, feeling the small twist of guilt that she had taken time away from the other student when she could have utilized such time for another task. "If you do not have one in mind as of now, please do inform me if you need any kind of assistance in the future. I'd be more than happy to lend a hand.," she adds shortly after with a small smile following suit."...speaking of the future...", Yara murmurs as she spares a glance over to Tiana." This is a question that I always like to ask, all because I receive different answers. You do not have to answer, but I am ever so curious. Is there a reason that you have enrolled into this academy? What is your hope? What is your dream?", she asks of her whilst she takes the first step of many to reach their destination." I have heard an array of answers. One has told me that they wished to be stronger so they may be strong for those that are not. Another has told me that they wished to prove themselves to this world that anything is possible, and that there was nothing to stop them from achieving their dreams.", the Jinni provides examples of the few answers that she has received thus far." My own is to grow with the wealth of knowledge and widen the scope of what I know of this world. With such knowledge, I want to return home and prove to another that people and the world they inhabit can change with the course of time.," she answers to her own question, as she tucks away the book she will be borrowing into her tote bag. "Me and...this other person were secluded from the rest of the world. Afraid of what we have heard. People aren't so bad though. At least, from what I have seen so far.", she concludes as she slows to a halt when she spies the large welcome banner strung across a portion of the library. There had also been a plate of cookies and refreshments for newcomers. As parched and starved as she was, she had a feeling that cookies and juice were not a satisfactory breakfast for pupils such as herself. Alas, there would be another time where she could actually consume something of substance. She shakes such thoughts from her mind, and she steps past the small table and underneath the sweeping banner into a room where she does not find herself to be alone. For a moment, a stir of panic bubbles onto the surface. Wait...what if this wasn't the book club? What if she had rudely walked in on a group study where they were cramming for an upcoming exam? They did not teach such scenarios in the books she has read! A pit of nervousness settles into her stomach, as she offers the two other students a light-hearted smile and an awkward wave of the hand. "Good Morning. My apologies for the interruption, but is this the Book Club?", Yara asks of the two other students present in this room. Oh, she sure did hope that this was indeed the book club or else she would be walking out of there with a face as red as the tomatoes she has seen in the markets. (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transform... Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/Tempest grunted as she felt that thickness in her ass. "Mmm yeah go on and do it stud~!" she moaned to the other student behind her. They were off in a back office of the Library, and she had been tutoring him in his studies. After he showed her he had gotten the material she has given him his reward, naturally a roll in the hay with her. She squeezed his dick with her tight hole while thrusting back against him. He tentatively reached around and took her organ into his hand and began to stroke it. "Mmm yeah do me good!" she moans as she felt him grunt and that familiar twitch in orgasm. "Mmm yeah go on and do it baby!" she moaned to him as he grunted out an orgasm. As his seed filled her rear hole she grunted her own orgasm from the hot sensation of his seed spilling over prostrate thus making her cum as well. "Mmm do well on the final, and I'll let you squeeze off in my pussy." she purred kissing him as they broke apart. She fixed herself and made sure she was decent before heading to the book club." I can't believe the principle made me go to this thing..." she said as she opened the door to see all the new first year's."Oh, now this year's going to be fun."she thought to herself. "Mmm well I suppose I should say hello." she said offering them a pretty smile, the twin rabbit ears on the back of her head wiggling cutely with long blonde tresses held up in a high ponytail She was dressed in blue, white and gold trim outfit. It left much of her body on display and offered each of the students a chance to gawk. "I'm Tempest." she said to them before moving to take a seat in the room. Though as she passed Tiana she couldn't help herself. "Hey cutie." she said reaching out and giving the nun's butt a little smack under her skirt before taking her seat with her book in hand. Its title read White Fang (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:Yara, Tempest, other book club members Warnings:N/A"I'd be happy to let you borrow it, if the library doesn't have a copy," Sister Tiana assured Yara, glad to hear that her fellow student was so interested in it. "And don't worry about it, I'm always happy to help out." She'd always enjoyed helping others, no matter how small the task, so helping Yara find the right place for a book was no trouble at all, in her mind at least. "Well, I don't need anything right now, but if it means that much to you, I'll just say you owe me a favor." That she didn't feel the need to collect, but she'd keep it in mind anyway. Maybe it was some part of the culture Yara grew up with, or just simple courtesy, that had her offering her aid in the future. Either way, Tiana wasn't worried about it. Then her companion asked the big question, one she was all too happy to answer." Because I want to help others," she replied, smile turning less bright, but no less warm, taking on a softer look as the sister spoke. "If I have the power to protect those who can't protect themselves, to drive back the darkness and bring light to those without it, how could I do anything else?" There was a sense of duty, of purpose, behind Tiana's words, a firm belief that she held close to her heart. "My hope is to use this power they're trying to teach us to wield for the good of others and leave the world better than I found it." She hugged her book closer to her chest as she gazed off into space. "If I can help even just one person, then it'll all have been worth it." Then her smile was back to being as bright as ever. "I hope you can accomplish what you set out to do, Yara. I'm sure this person will appreciate what you can share with them, whenever you return to them." Then they were on their way heading to the book club, or what was most likely the book club? She really hoped the banner hadn't been put up in error, and they had come to the correct room." Yes, good morning," Sister Tiana greeted them all happily, shoving down the fear they'd come to the wrong place so she could focus on more important things. "If this is the Book Club, and I hope it is, then I look forward to exploring all the worlds reading can open up with you all." She heard the door open behind them and someone enter, not too concerned about it as she soldiered on. "Thistle correct—" Her question was cut off by a startled yelp, a hand having slapped across her bottom while she'd been distracted, having reached under her skirt and everything! Her cheeks flared scarlet as one hand reached back to smooth down her disturbed skirt while her eyes flew to the culprit, some rabbit eared woman in a truly scandalous outfit. She was so flustered, heart having kicked into gear and set her pulse to racing as the slight sting caused her butt to tingle strangely, that she couldn't even chastise the woman, Tempest, for her actions at first. (/ Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Syria and Book Club Members joining in Warnings:Gabriella listened to Syria with her full attention. The cookie in her hand forgotten as she listened. Syria was not the first senior student she had met so far, but it was good to hear commonalities and different viewpoints." Thank you so much for your advice." It was about this time when she noticed a girl enter the room, no two, wait three new members! Gabriella stood up and smiled as she greeted the girls. They seem to be very different girls. One was in a habit, perhaps an acolyte, the other quite exotic looking and a rabbit person? She had never seen one before, especially one dressed so...erratum...provocatively." Hello everyone, I'm Gabriella, or you can call me Gabby. Welcome to the book club. At least the beginning of one, or an offshoot of a bigger one." Her hand was then brought up to her mouth in shock and surprise as the rabbit eared girl slapped the bottom of the girl in the habit. She looked at both girls one at a time, feeling sort of embarrassed that she had witnessed it. They did not look as if they knew each other." Errrhmmmm... I hope you found the place ok..." (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Book club members Warnings:N/A"Of course, I'm happy to helps one would expect of the Academy, it was an eclectic assortment that came tramping in. There was a girl very attached to her nun motif, plus someone who seemed to err more on the libertine side. He wasn't the sort to judge so long as it didn't get in the way of their activities. Part of the Academy was confidence in one's self, and positive emotions like that. Hopefully all the new people were engaged with the club, that was his biggest concern right now. After Gabriella spoke he added his own part. "I'm Syria. It's a pleasure. I'm sure we'll have plenty of interesting discussions during the coming year." With a group such as this, he could only imagine that their taste in literature was just as varied. Which was good. It meant that he had a better chance of coming across something interesting. (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/A 'I want to help others'. This was the answer given when the jinni had asked of Sister Tiana of what she had hoped to accomplish with the assistance and education of the academy. She wanted to tap into the power that they have been teaching them thus far, and to utilize it for good by leaving the world better than it originally was. Even if she had uplifted the spirits of even one person, then it was worth it to her. Her cause and her beliefs was admirable. She was a kind-hearted woman, and the jinni truly believed that once she was out the gates of this academy, that she would do exactly just that by touching the hearts of many. A gentle spirit such as Sister Tiana could also be the blazoned sword of humanity to protect those that did not possess the strength to protect themselves and to banish the darkness that lingers and waits amidst the shadows. Tiny morsels of tales have carried themselves on the sun-warmed winds to the sea of sands. The jinni has heard of such darkness. Yet, it was not the monsters that bore scales and fangs that they should fret over. It was the ordinary people that shroud their intents like masks that one should be wary of. A light trace of a smile tugs at the corners to lightly glossed lips when Sister Tiana had hoped that this person she initially spoke of would appreciate what she could share with them whenever she did return to them. Ah, she sure hoped so! Sometimes, the great jinn was hard to please. What need did a great jinn have of smooth silks and glimmering gems? They sat to lie in waste. Piles upon piles of them, offerings from mortal flesh and bone. Yet, even there were prized possessions that even a great jinn could not resist. Knowledge. Priceless and invaluable in its resource. It would take time. A great deal of time. Nevertheless, she shall find her success in one shape or another. The first step to this journey had been to stroll through those doors of the academy. The rest shall fall into place. These are the kind of thoughts that linger at the back of her mind whilst she accompanied Sister Tiana to the meeting room of the book club. A welcome banner is strung across to greet the newcomers, and as she drifts closer and closer, nervousness blooms in the pit of her stomach. It had been relatively easy to speak with Sister Tiana. This...this was entirely different. This could all go wrong. What if this was the incorrect room? What if they were unkind to first-year students? What shall they think of her? These questions swirled around and around in her mind, but are quickly swept away when she has heard the greetings coming from the other two students. Gabriella and Syria. They seemed to be friendly, and they shared a common interest aligned with her own...books! She felt that this was an excellent start! "I am happy to be here! I also cannot wait for the many discussions to come.", Yara chips in as she does a small sweep of a brief study to all that were present in this room. Everyone was so different, and yet, they shared a similar passion. It had been a wonderful idea to sign up for this book club. She was teeming with excitement for all that they could ponder over." The name is Yara! I am a first-year student. I recently move-"., the jinni was beginning to introduce herself to the others, just as an additional student strolled inside the room. A pair of rabbit ears and the outfitting that left little to the imagination had piqued a fleeting moment of curiosity for the jinni. Tempest. There was beauty behind the design of the outfit that complimented their features. Thus far, when it came to the transformed sides of the students, they were quite extravagant and wondrous! She loved seeing the different variety and how it reflected upon the individual themselves. There had been another that described her own. Wild, unbroken, and unbridled. A desert rose blossoming amidst the gardens of the desert sand. There is the hint of curiosity that glimmered behind dark ruby eyes to what the others of this room may appear as, but that thought is quickly disrupted when she heard the sound of a smack followed by a clearly flustered Tiana. Who-what just happened? Confusedly, she glances over to the rest of the group before her gaze fell onto Tiana once more. Seeing her flatten her disturbed skirt, it had all suddenly dawned onto her. When it did, she quickly averted her gaze elsewhere and lightly cleared her throat. Did Tempest really just-did Tiana even know this other person prior to that? There were so many questions swimming around in her head, but she did not provide a voice to them. Instead, she lightly nudged Tiana to garner her attention and tipped her head slightly to the side so that she may speak such words in a hushed whisper." Are you alright? Do you typically greet this other in such a mannerism? I am afraid I am not acquainted to such foreign customs.", she speaks lowly, ensuring that she indeed was fine. (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:Fellow book club members Warnings:N/A"I-I'm fine, but I don't e-even know this person!" Tiana managed to stammer out despite how clearly flustered she still was. No one had ever touched her in an intimate manner before, let alone via a slap to the bottom! It hadn't truly hurt, of course, but it had stung some, and now she felt strangely tingly and her face was warmer than it should be, and who did this Tempest lady even think she was?!" E-excuse me, Miss Tempest," she began in a tone that was wavering between stern and deeply embarrassed, "b-but it's highly inappropriate to g-go around slapping complete strangers o-on their bottoms!" She was trying to channel her teacher from her time in the order and was only finding herself to be partially successful. "Clearly y-you think it is, but I didn't appreciate it a-at all!" She sat down with a huff, only to squeak as her bottom reacted to the rather rough contact with the chair she'd chosen by refreshing that stinging, tingling sensation that had her something in her belly doing a somersault and her cheeks flaring even brighter than before. "F-forgive me for that outburst, everyone," she said to the others once she'd managed to recover a bit, clutching her book to her chest as she pointedly looked at everyone but the subject of her ire. "I promise it's n-not how I usually act." (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transform... Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/Tempest only smiled as she saw the Tiana waltz over to talk with her about her actions before she took a seat across from her. "Mmm don't worry kitten I'm aware of what I did. As I said you are a cutie." she purred as she leaned in close to nun and pecked her cheek. "I like you already." she purred in her ear with a playful giggle before she pulled back to sit in her chair and lean back showing off her body. It was quite clear to everyone that the blonde-haired girl enjoyed showing off the body she had for others. The white furred shawl hung about her neck only slightly disguising her bare shoulders while everyone could see right across her tight flat belly and wow...those breasts. Everyone could tell even from the way the outfit was around her that she was very stacked. Even down to the way the blue with black lattice work across her legs showed off exactly how much effort she put in and even that from the little side view one could tell just exactly how full of a package Tempest presented herself to be. "So the principle wanted me to attend book club so here I am." she said to the others with a smile as her rabbit ears wiggled on the top of her head and if people knew it the little tuff of cotton above her butt wagged a bit as well. She held her own book in her hand, it's title read"White Fang". (/ Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Syria, Tempest, Tiana and YaraWarnings:NIL Gabrielle blinked once, then twice as she watched the interactions between Tempest and Tiana. She quite frankly did not really know what to say. She understood what Tiana was saying as she would not have known how she would have reacted if she was the one who was spanked by the bunny girl. Furthermore, she did not know much about emotional foci, but based on a first few classes and her observations at the academy, perhaps this was a manifestation of the lust or perhaps even the love emotional foci? Then there was Arty. The thoughts in her head caused her to blush a little more. However, one must learn to accept. Gabrielle coughed,"I am sure you do not Tiana."as she smiled and made sure that she did not sound condescending in any way." In fact, I believed I would have reacted the same. However, I believe that perhaps Tempest has a different emotional focus than us. One that makes her, errrhmmm...more liberal in the way she portrays herself? Am I right Tempest? Besides, we are all students of this Academy, and we all have different approaches to reach the same goal. Protect the people"She paused as she took a deep breath hoping everything would sort of settle." So we are here to share our love of books! Unfortunately I did not bring one, me being dizzy and all that. I thought we were just going to introduce ourselves on the first meeting. So I'll start, again, I am Gabriella Innocent, I guess from my surname, I am a foundling of the Holy Scholocracy Of The Kingdom Of Karen. I will apologize first to everyone as I may come out as sheltered as I lived most of my life in an orphanage, library and temple. I am learning to draw on compassion to power my abilities to protect." With that, Gabrielle sits down, hoping that what she started might draw the attention away from the uncomfortable interaction. (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Tempest, Gabriella, Tiana, YaraWarnings:N/Listening, Lyric gave a slow nod as Tempest explained her presence. He continued to not be overly bothered by the show of physicality, as it was expected from her. He wasn't completely blind to the mutterings at school. It had just taken a moment to recognize her. That said, he did give a closer look at Tiana, to see how she was reacting to it. She was new and didn't have the same experience at the Academy he did, it was important to make sure no real red lines were crossed." That explains a lot," he noted as Tempest finished her explanation. "I was wondering what would compel you to join a more sedate club like this." Everything he knew of her indicated that she was the exact opposite of sedate. "Just be careful with the newcomers. I don't want you scaring them off because they're not as open with their boundaries yet as you are." Looking to the others, he shook his head. "Don't be worried too much by her. It's not a typical custom for most of us. But the Academy encourages people to express their individuality so here we are, all equal anyway." (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/A Oh? So, Tiana was not acquainted with this other student? For only a moment, her brows knit together in the confusion that reflects upon her fair complexion. If Tiana did not know this Tempest, well, they most certainly were bold. She nods her head once in acknowledgement to this answer, but she does not speak upon it yet. It is Tiana that approaches such a subject to Tempest, and based on her wavering tone, it seemed that she may have felt embarrassed about it. "You're fine, Tiana.", Yara chips in shortly after Gabriella when she had initially apologized to the group stating that this was not usually how she acted. The other student had brought a point up. Gabriella mentioned she would have reacted the same way. Hell, the Jinni would have definitely been caught off-guard and alarmed by such a notion. She knew for a fact that she would have reacted similarly. The reasoning driven behind it may have been due to the foci that one channels. Gabriella brought up that Tempest may have a different emotional focus, which may have been why she had been rather bold in her action. It had not been something the Jinni had originally thought of, but the cluster of information sunk and settled with her. Ah! So, is that why Tempest has performed such an action? Ah, it made more sense to her. She supposed based on the student's foci, they had different quirks to them. In this reasoning, she would not be ashamed to admit that her foci sometimes did come into play to her own mannerisms. Yet, she could not help the blink of surprise when Tempest had left a parting kiss onto the cheek of the nun before leaning back onto her seat. The Jinni cleared her throat lightly as she glanced over to Syria and Gabriella when they have continued with their conversation. She listened in her muted silence while Gabriella had introduced herself to the newcomers such as herself. Curiosity glimmered in her eyes when she had mentioned that she was a 'Foundling of Holy Scholocracy Of The Kingdom Of Karen'. How very interesting! A very intriguing title attached to the one known as Gabriella. Apparently, she had lived a rather sheltered livelihood amidst the orphanage, library, and temple. She leaned onto compassion to protect others. The more information that she has unveiled about herself, the more ever so curious she has become of this student. Alas, she shall hold her tongue lest she pelt this poor student with an onslaught of questions. Tempest was in attendance in the book club based on the principal. Perhaps, a means to become acquainted with the other clubs or newly-enrolled students? She was not all to sure, but she did seem to be a reader! She did have a book with her. "What book did you bring, Tempest? Is it any good?", Yara asks the other student, simply engaging with the conversation of books since this was the book club after all. "Unfortunately, I did not bring a book with me. I had left them back home. I am hoping to find some more favorites! Furthermore, I would love some recommendations.", she addresses to the rest of the club members with a small hint of a smile." The name is Yara Malik. I am a first-year student, and I have recently moved here.", the Jinni continues with an introduction of her own. "I am hoping to understand my own power and grow in knowledge with the assistance of the academy. I am quite happy to be here amongst other bright and equally amazing students. I really just love how different everyone is, but how similar their goals are.," she adds shortly after, before she goes ahead and takes a seat. Once she has done this, she unhooked the strap of the tote bag slung over her shoulder and onto the chair she has seated herself upon. She then glanced over to Syria with a slight tilt of her head. "What about you? Where do you hail from? What do you hope to accomplish in this academy?", she asks of him, as she leans partly into the cushioning of her chair. (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:Fellow book club members Warnings:N/Sister Tiana let out a squeak as Tempest decided to press things with her and lay a kiss on her cheek, causing her to flush even darker than before. She opened her mouth to protest when one of the other members of the club spoke up, explaining why the rabbit eared woman had acted the way she did, or at least offering a reason for it. The others also assured her that her reaction was perfectly understandable, which did make her feel better." J-just, please, try to restrain yourself," she urged Tempest, hugging her book a little tighter as the weird, confused mess of feelings stewed within her. At least they were returning their focus to the reason they were all here, namely for book club. She cleared her throat awkwardly when time came for introductions. "I'm Sister Tiana Hangar, and I'm from the town of Dusk hallow in the Kingdom of Atari." She held up her book. "I brought one of my favorite novels, The Princess of Shades. I don't know if this library has any copies or not, but I'd be willing to let you borrow mine if it doesn't." (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/Tempest only grinned at Tiana before turning back to the others. The explanation of her behaviors was tied a lot to her emotion foci, but that wasn't exactly all of it. She had layers to her. "Yes I do admit my emotion foci does play a part in my behavior however it only plays one small part." she said taking a moment to stand up. "Another part is the fact of who my race is..." she said pointing to the two rabbit ears on the top of her head. Before turning to the side...okay she was showing off her stunning ass to the crowd, and it was a nice ass to look at she was more showing off the wiggling little tuff of cottontail above it. "These are traits I received from the spirit whom I'm bonded to, the rabbit nature spirit Carbuncle." she said before turning a seat. "Which means that makes me a member of the Sapphire Star tribe." she said before Tiana stepped up ND revealed her book. Not breaking stride Tempest nodded her head. "I know I haven't read it, but I did bring one of my favorite books from when I was a child." she said laying the book on the table. "It's called White Fang. It's the story of how a mixed blood wolf pup went from being a savage dog in the wild, learning how to hunt and survive with his mother, to when he was captured tribesman and learning the hard life of expressing effort to gain things, to his enslavement as a pit fighter to finally finding someone who he could accept and trust as a human being while slowly learning what it means to who he is in the world around him. Part of that learning to be better than himself and rise to occasion comes from he in his new world, showing his resiliency and the demonstration of human will in the face of adversity while also learning that we all need to trust sometimes." she said after giving a short synopsis of the book she thoroughly enjoyed. (/ Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Syria, Tempest, Tiana and YaraWarnings:NIL Gabriella clapped her hands and smiled as Tempest finished her review of her book." Thank you for that lovely review Tempest. I could tell that you really enjoyed reading it." Wondering if she should continue she paused as a thought formed in her head. She wondered if it was a good thing to bring up, but she also wanted everyone to have a better understanding of one another. "Everyone, we all know from our classes that we all have an emotional focus that we use to draw our abilities from and that it heavily influences our own personality. Of course, our race and culture influences that too. I must say, I have not met people of different races and cultures other than some elves, let alone one of the Sapphire Star Tribe. Being here has been a real eye-opener to say the least. So I'll start, I am a boring human and I have the emotional foci of compassion. I guess I am a protector of those that cannot protect themselves. I find myself helping those who are in need, so I also help in a soup kitchen a few days a week. Furthermore, I guess this stems from me being brought up in an orphanage. We often lacked in the things that many took for granted, and I decided to do all I can to help others. I may come up a little naïve at times, but I want to make a difference. How about the rest of you?" (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Tempest, Gabriella, Tiana, YaraWarnings:N/Pleased that Tempest had not persisted, Syria did not bring attention otherwise to the fact that he'd been ignored by her. Things had worked out, so there wasn't much reason to hang on to the subject longer than he needed to. Instead, they could all return to the topics at hand and the true purpose of the club. In that vein, introductions continued as well as conversations about books that had been brought to the gathering. The book was surprisingly tame for Tempest's reputation, but he supposed even she must get bored with raunchy material all the time. There was one other book suggested, though there was little in the way of details on it at the moment. With an organization so widespread, they had a plethora of books to access." I'm Syria Bishop," he said to Yara after a couple of seconds. "I was born on Sky ridge, in the Karen zone there. I suppose I'm just seeing if this is the best way to help people. The optimism and confidence is reassuring, and so far I haven't been disappointed in my expectations." (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/AA natural inquisitiveness twinkled behind her eyes, as Tempest has delved into the explanation to how her emotional foci only had a small part to play behind such a flirtatious nature. Apparently, it also had something to do with her race. There was a subtle tilt of her head, as she peered up to the soft white ears of a rabbit perched upon her head and the tuft of a tail just above her rump. These animalistic traits she has received was from a rabbit spirit bonding to her. A special bond forged between spirit and being had led to the stunning conclusion that she was a part of the Sapphire Star tribe. Her lightly glossed lips part ever so slightly in the awe behind such a revelation. A member of the Sapphire Star tribe? In attendance here at this academy? Only the tiniest scraps of information fluttered on the winds to reach her about this Sapphire Star tribe. All that she knew was that they had bored animalistic traits that ranged from a wide variety of features." Ah, Miss Tempest, I do have a question for you. I do apologize ahead, but I do not know all too much about the Sapphire Star tribe. What is it like to be bonded with a spirit such as Carbuncle? Is your will your own? Or, does the spirit play an influence to certain things?", she had asked with her curiosity getting the best of her this time around. "For example, is there certain things that the spirit likes that you also like?", she does her best as to provide an example for further clarification. She then glimpses at the cover of the book that Tempest had been reading. 'White Fang'. She listens intently to the summary of what the novel was all about, and to see that it comes from the perspective of not a human, but an animal definitely piques her interest. Ah, so there were some books with different perspectives. It seems that not all bore the protagonists of mortals." It seems like I have another that I will have to add onto my reading list. White Fang and The Princess of Shades.," she adds as she briefly casts a glance over to Tiana with a small smile at the highlight to the book that the other woman has brought in. Her attention soon slides over to the other that she had no name to...that is until now. He introduces himself as Syria Bishop from Sky ridge. He attends the academy much like many others she has heard of. Furthermore, he wishes to find the best way to help people. "Well, it seems like you are in the right place. Nice to meet you, Syria.," she replies with a curl of a smile, before she hears Gabriella address all within this room. A silence falls over her while she tunes into the mentioning of influences and how it came into play to whom a person was. When Gabriella had started off with introducing herself as a 'boring human', she could not help but pout at such a statement. However, she does not speak upon it just yet and allows for her to finish. She could definitely see this woman possessing the foci of compassion. She radiates of it. There is this warmth that exudes from her. The kind of warmth that naturally drew a person to her. She is the protector to those that cannot protect themselves, and she lends her assistance to a soup kitchen. A noble cause of her. She had been humble and never took even the simplest of luxuries for granted based on her childhood experiences in the orphanage. "Well, first, I do not think you are a boring human at all. Second of all, you have a very noble cause. It reminds me a little bit like Tiana. Both two very kind souls that wish to make this world just a little bit better.," Yara says as she leans forward in her seat with her arms resting onto the wooden table in front of her. Where should she start with her own introduction to who she was? A pit of nervousness fluttered in her stomach as her gaze lowers to her own clasped hands settled onto the table. Does she tell the truth? Or, does she lead them astray? She did not want to lie...but at the same time...she has heard of the tales. There were beings of this world that wore glowing smiles that beamed the falsity of friendliness. When one did not pay close to attention, much like the vipers coiled in the sands, they sunk their venomous fangs into the unsuspecting. Her own imaginings of the great jinn sinking its hand upon her shoulder, and the coolness that rain brings fans onto the back of her neck. Her posture tenses for a fleeting second, before she practices a collected pose. There will be no lies spoken here, just no whole truths. "My emotional foci is 'Lust'. Lust encompasses more than just sexual desires. It is a desire for someone or something. My craving is knowledge. Things that I have not seen before. Things that I have not experienced before. There is power in the lust for knowledge.", she provides an explanation to her own emotional foci. "I am human too. I come from the Sea of Sands. Not many visitors from where I am from.", she also adds as she allows for her back to slink back onto the cushioning of the chair. "My goal in this academy is to leave with more knowledge of various subjects than I came with. I hope to spread this wealth of information to those that do not have such a luxury. I would love to travel this world. Furthermore, I would especially love a library of my own.", she concludes as she looks to the rest of the group. (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:Fellow book club members Warnings:N/The explanation offered by Tempest was... interesting. Tiana had, of course, figured that the blonde woman wasn't human, given the animal ears, but having it confirmed and given some information behind why she had those features helped explain a few things. A rabbit spirit might help explain the... affectionate displays Tempest had put on, if rumors about the small mammals and their, ahem, mating habits were more than just hearsay. Since the older student relented in her behavior, however, the good sister was able to relax, even find the little fluff of a tail that they were shown kind of cute." It does sound like a good read," Tiana murmured regarding White Fang, wondering if the library had a copy she could check out. Maybe she'd take a look once this meeting was finished? "And being a human isn't boring." She offered Gabriella a smile. "I should know, since I am one, too." Introductions continued, and she nodded to each person in turn, with Yara revealing a surprising fact about her emotional foci and what it was centered around. "Well you all know my name and where I'm from already, but I have yet to share my own foci." Her smile turned shy as she gazed at the tabletop. "It's love. It's not centered around anything specific, or I don't think it is anyway." She remembered the first time she'd felt it and her smile warmed as a result. "Just this blanket of warmth that I want to share with everyone, if they'll just let me do so." (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/Tempest nodded her head as she listened to others speak. Once everyone else had their turn she then stood up. She offered the others a playful smirk before turning to Yara. “You asked me Yara if Carbuncle does influence me or if I’m my own person. The answer is a bit of both. I am my own person, just with a passenger riding along offering commentary on life.” she said with a light chuckle. “Being Carbuncle is a rabbit spirit, both of us have come to realize we have a massive sweet tooth.” she said with a chuckle. “As such I created the baking club for making sweets to satisfy both of us. As for other things, well I think it has to do with the fact I can sing and play music.” she said as her playful smile turned whimsical, almost reflective as her hand reached up and gently touched over her heart as she looked down at it.“Yet when I play and sing, I can sense him, like he’s sitting next to me watching me and just listening. It’s actually a funny story that he was a real troublemaker of a spirit. His pranks were legendary, and it was almost to the point of him getting kicked out of her village. That was until he met mother one afternoon. If ever there was a story of music taming the savage beast that was it. So much had mother’s voice moved him that he decided to change himself to be a worthy member of our village. So when it came time for my parents to select a spirit to bond with me, the whole village was stunned when they chose Carbuncle. The little mischievous rabbit spirit had achieved one of the highest honors in our village.” she said. Yet while there was a lightness in her voice there was a deep note of respect and fondness for the partner she was joined with. She then turned to Yara, her reflective smile turning once more playful. “You mentioned how lust was your emotional foci. That is something we share, though in this we are different. Mine is Lust in its simplest form. Yet as the saying goes there is beauty in simplicity.” she said standing up moved her arms to hug herself. As she did her face seemed to darken as her eyes took a heady look as her body seemed to change. “My Lust comes from the raw physical intimacy between partners.” she said walking over to Tiana. The back of her hand caressed the girl’s cheek, before taking a gentle hold of her chin and lifting her face, so her eyes stared directly into the nun’s. “I draw my lust from the way a woman’s body bends to mine…” she said her deep jade green eyes boring into the nun’s sapphire blue eyes then leaving the girl with nothing more heated gaze before walking over to Syria, her arms gently slipping up and around the back of his neck as she leaned in close to him. “...or the way a man takes his pleasure of my body…” she said the heady scent of cinnamon on her breath filling his nostrils as her body pressed against his own as her eyes stared deep into his allowing him see the swirling storm of her power before she stepped away, her body moving with a sensual grace.”My Lust is born from the primal nature of desire. The desire to see the spark created. The spark of life itself. To feel the passion burning within us exemplified by the primal needs of our bodies. To experience with each of our senses the pleasure. To see the hunger in my partner’s eyes, to taste that hunger on their lips, the scent of the sweat and heat of loins joined together but most of all, the touch, the sensation of feeling just with our bodies every ounce of that desire the need to feel the thunder pounding in our hearts and the thrill of chasing that storm between us, to burn both ends of the night.” she said her eyes had closed as she seemed to lose herself in memory. “From those Lustful desires and sensations new life is born. It is from this connection to the primordial nature of the world around us that we of the Sapphire Star tribe draw our magic. That of the elements themselves.” she said as she drew hands across each other and what looked like paying cards appeared drawn apart by Tempest’s hand then pressed together her slipping over each other before she with a flick of her fingers five cards appeared in front of her. From each a light emitted. One a swirling mass of blue in the form of a whirlwind, another flickering flame appeared, from another a spinning white diamond appeared, another a black orb of turning whirlpool and lastly above the fifth one sparks of arcing electricity. The whole time she was talking and moving between students there was a certain mesmerizing nature to her movements. Like she was drawing their attention, to draw power from the lustful gazes drawn her way. The way she moved, with a feline’s grace yet there was power in each sway of her hips, and stride of her leg of the movement of her hands. Her eyes displayed the raw power of a storm in front of them. “As the saying goes, be like the mountain, don't say you are majestic, simply be majestic.” she said as she fanned away the cards taking a seat in her chair. She had walked the entire length of the room and made a complete circle. (/ Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Syria, Tempest, Tiana and YaraWarnings:NIL Gabriella listened as to Tempest tell her story. Tempest was very different from all of them. It was interesting especially to hear that she was bonded to another spirit. Her superiors back home would have censured and banished her for such. Or worse, the zealots would have her and her kind killed if they learned that they were bonded to spirits. Thankfully she did not share their prejudices, but she had seen the outcomes of them. Gabriella squirmed as Tempest got up and caressed Syria and started to move around them. It was most uncomfortable to say the least. She had never had that kind of lusts invoked in her before. Her background made it quite impossible to have any relationships or such feelings. Sure, she heard of rumors of some of the priesthood and scholars, but.wait....no....she... Gabriella winced as she felt her head ache as she felt a tear form in her right eye. She rubbed it off and reached for her temple willing the pain away." That was very interesting Tempest. Most enlightening..." Goddess, she sounded like an idiot....most enlightening? Really?." I mean thank you for sharing. I did not have a lot of exposure to different races back home and your foci may need getting used to..." She smiled at Tempest, her interest and happiness in having to know Tempest and the others genuine." Anyone else willing to share?" (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Tempest, Gabriella, Tiana, YaraWarnings:N/For how the book club usually went, Syria could not deny that interesting discussions had arisen. He listened quietly as the new arrivals talked about their focuses, how emotions differed in various facets and aspects. One might think they were still in class, rather than a recreational activity. But if that was what they enjoyed they wasn't going to stop them. The first meeting could afford to go off the rails a bit." I met a few members of the Star Sapphires before I came to the Academy," Syria noted. "Nice people, though they can be a bit overbearing on occasion." Merging with spirits seemed to alter their sensibilities a bit, so while he held no complaint when it came to fighting, they could be overly oblivious to the mood of the room. Then again, who didn't have flaws of some sort? "Admittedly I'm not an expert, but hasn't escaped my notice that, since we Justice Troopers draw on emotions for power, the most passionate ones to fuel that do fall into something of a similar theme." His commentary came to an end as Tempest provided a longer explanation for the relationship between herself and her spirit. A light chuckle escaped as she came over to him, moving close and draping her arms around him. He knew enough of her reputation to know that it wasn't particularly personal. He was just an example lesson for the benefit of Tiana, so he didn't read too much into it either. His gaze met without flinching, taking full measure of her and giving it the respect it deserves. But all the same, he would not be cowed either.it soon came to an end as Tempest returned to where she had started. The others needed a bit more effort to recover, not as used to such open displays if he had to guess. Or maybe it was just because of what had happened when the meeting began. "Not particularly," he replied to the question, shaking his head. "There will be plenty of time to get lost in the finer details of focuses on class." (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/A Whilst the other students have spoken, the jinni has chosen to embrace in the silence so that she may listen to them intently. When Sister Tiana had brought forth that she has the emotional foci of love, it causes for her to ever so slightly tilt her head to the side. The Emotional Foci of Love? It does not stir that much of a surprise to Yara for having someone as caring and as kind as her to possess the foci of love. Yet, there is something that circulates in her ever so inquisitive mindset. How does her foci function? Did it differ from her own and Tempest's? It was a question that she soon airs, as she passes a glance over to Tiana. "Tempest's and I share the same foci of Lust, but we differ when it comes to narrowing down its meaning. Is your emotional foci similar in a way? After all, there are many forms of love. I have heard that there are numerous forms of love such as romantic love, self-less love, familiar love, affectionate love, and so much more.," she asks of the nun, wishing to know more about this emotional foci of hers and how it works in her own stance. With this being said, she soon shifts her attention back onto Tempest as she indulges her of a question she had asked her earlier. Akin to a small child being brought into a candy store, it is quick to garner her attention if a piece of knowledge wrapped in its shiny foil is dangled in front of her. Her eyes of a deep ruby snap back to Tempest followed by an arch of her brow. It is evident that the answer Tempest provides has awed the jinni by the simplest and obscure of motions such as how she leans a little forward with her arms draped partly onto the table in front of her. The answer was...both? Both she and the spirit co-existed. It was not a rappel of power for the spirit and her, which she has heard of tales to how it had been a conflict between being and spirit with only one to be crowned victorious in the end. Tempest was her own person, but the spirit was beside her. They both happened to have a sweet tooth, which led for her to create the baking club in the academy. She also could sing and play music, which seemed to be something that the spirit had loved. The reason behind the passion behind the music was a story she had enjoyed hearing from Tempest. The spirit had been a trouble-some one, but her mother had quelled the rambunctious spirit with her song. It was almost something straight from out of a fairy tale! A light-hearted smile tugs at the corner to her lightly glossed lips as she clasped her hands together." Ah, that is incredible! I would love to meet other members of your tribe someday, Tempest.," she tells her softly, followed by a small nod of her head in acknowledgement when she brought up that they had the same emotional foci. This was true! They both had the emotional foci of 'Lust'. It was also true that sometimes beauty did come in the simplest forms. "Mmm hmm! 'Tis true! We share the same emotional foci, and yet we have our small differences. Not that it is a bad thing. I mean, sometimes I do like to indulge in things that are new and different to me.", Yara states with a light shrug of her shoulders, as she leans back into the cushioning of her seat. It is then that Tempest provides just a taste to how her emotional foci is channeled. It is by the rawness of intimacy to how she made a partner feel and the heated connection forged between partners. From this point, she could understand how power can be derived from this. Simply put, there was nothing that could replace such a rush of sensations ebbing through one's body, and how one felt towards the other when entangled. To engage in such relations did take a smidgen of courage. You had to put trust in them, even if it was the smallest sprinkle of trust. She blinks in surprise as a small demonstration was put forth as she had lightly tipped Tiana's head back to allow for her to peer up to Tempest, before she transitions to Syria with her arms loosely resting along his shoulders. Once she has parted from them, a few cards had been fanned out. Each seemingly with an element that came into play. As Tempest reclaims her original position in the room, she could not wipe away the daze written all over her face. It was simply astounding to see how she channeled her emotional foci, and she was able to conjure up the cards soon after." Okay, I have to hand it to you. That. Was. Amazing." Yara begins to say with the delight of seeing a small example provided from a student of a higher-grade. A dampening thought soon crosses her mind, which causes for her shoulders to slightly sag and for her line of sight to drop to the table in front of her. Her lips pucker in the distaste to what she was about to utter." I sometimes struggle to channel my foci. My professor has told me that it's because I am holding back. I do not understand what exactly I am holding back on. It is like I have this mental block in my head. I want to channel it on the whim, but it only comes to me when I need it the most. I want to do good. Furthermore, I really do. Though, I do not want to be stuck in this situation where I need it the most, and it does not come to me.", she starts to say, as she fidgets slightly in her seat. "How do you guys channel your foci? Does it come naturally to you? Or, is there something that you need to do on your behalf to channel it?", she asks as she scans over the other students present in this room." If there is a book fixated on this subject that you know of, I would also be grateful of suggestions.," she adds soon after. (/ Time: Sunday the 1st, Morning Name:Sister Tiana "Love Hurts"Wearing:Academy Uniform, Habit Location:Library Tagging:Fellow book club members Warnings:N/Tatiana, again, found herself blushing full force because, while her explanation of her foci and tribe were interesting to hear about, Tempest had a serious problem with personal boundaries. The smoldering stare from close up didn't help the poor nun's nerves, either, her heartbeat speeding up at the promise of carnal pleasure held within their jade green depths. She let out a shuddering sigh when the blonde libidinous woman pulled back with no more than a caress of the sister's cheek and that lingering look, grateful she was focusing on someone else at the moment. She was also happy for the distraction Yara's question provided her with." Oh, um... I'm not sure?" Tiana grimaced at her own answer. "It seems to be just... a general sort of... unconditional love for others." She frowned thoughtfully. "It's hard to describe it sometimes. A sort of... warmth. A desire to see people happy. To keep them safe." She shrugged. "At least, that's how it has felt so far." (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/AIT seemed everyone around the table had mixed views on her little display of power. However, that went hand in hand about it. Still she offered Syria a playful smile. She had seen how he met her gaze and had refused to be cowed by it. She liked men like that it meant they had a will behind them and translated well to a bed partner. Tempest went both ways on who was allowed to lead in the bedroom. With males like Syria she didn't mind being submissive, but for some of the others she would have to be the one doming them. Her eyes lingering on both Tiana and Gabriella. Still she turned back to Yara when the girl espoused about her power only really responding when she had a need instead of a desire. That was a rather peculiar quandary to say the least of it."Hmm, I do wonder. You say you have a mental block and that your power only seems to respond when you have the greatest need of it." she said going over the facts of it in her head. "Though we do share the same emotion foci we vary wildly. However, I'll put forward something, weather it will help or not I cannot say for certain. Your foci are lust, specifically a lust for knowledge. It may honestly come down to the idea that you do not know enough about someone or something to develop the emotional connection. Lust is a funny thing really, but one thing that is fundamental across anyone who uses it, is some sort of intimate emotional connection. If you hold yourself back from embracing a connection then you shut yourself off from your own power until your own desire or need to help them forces you to acknowledge that connection and thus your power flows freely. Now as I said it could mean nothing to helping you, or it could mean a lot. I simply do not know really for sure." she said to her. (/ Time:Sunday 1st / Morning Name:Gabriella Innocent aka SkjaldmærWearing:Academy uniform Location:Study Room in the Library Tagging:Syria, Tempest, Tiana and YaraWarnings:NIL Gabriella listened to the other girls. Yara was right, Tempest's demonstration was indeed flawless and seem effortless. Tempest's elaboration and insight on Yara's emotional foci proved to be very helpful, at least to her. "A member of the Justices, Soul Resolute rescued me from the orphanage I was in. After healing me, she sort of became my mentor and gave me a referral to join the academy. She did say that in the case of some foci, like mine, I have to feel the need to protect someone or something other than myself. That my compassion will guide me and that the stronger my emotion or the need, the stronger I become. She shared the same emotional foci as I. However, it can get quite difficult at times in class when everyone is strong, and I don't feel compelled to protect them. I have only managed to do it a few times in class." Garbriella turned to look at Sister Tiana and then Tempest and smiled." I apologize in advance Tempest. Please do not take offense. But I do not get to practice this a lot". Smiling, she started to feel for Tiana, she concentrated on how she felt when Tempest teased Tiana. It was only after that, that she started to glow. At first, it was a soft gold light which became brighter, than her eyes start to glow even brighter with the gold light until her pupils disappear altogether. Arching her back, white feathery wings explode from her back, her clothes seem to burn away in the light, leaving a luminous silhouette of her naked form just as the wings fold around her which served to enclose her for but a moment. She closed her eyes just as the feathered wings quickly enclose around her, they then start to explode softly as individual feathers as they disappear as mysteriously as they first appeared. And as they disappeared, they leave the Gabriella, but this time enclosed in a suit of plate armor. The armor seem to be made of tangible pearl light. If one were to look closer, the armor seems to be made for a female, its joints articulate and seem to not encumber the armored girl. A large circular shield of the same light is held in Gabriella's left hand, and it is seemingly held in between Sister Tiana and Tempest, as if protecting Tiana from Tempest. Gabriella, happy with herself at her accomplishment, smiled at the friends. Yes, they were definitely her friends." However, I find that I cannot keep this up for long. Perhaps I lack the practice or power. Or that I find that there is no other reason to do so because Tempest does not intent on harm. But I feel for Tiana compassion and the need to protect her even if it is for a moment. If that makes sense." With that her shield and armor become less and less tangible until they disappear as if they had not even existed in the first place. (/ Time: Sunday 1st, the Morning Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Study room in the library Tagging:Tempest, Gabriella, Tiana, YaraWarnings:N/A"I think there's an entire section of books related to how foci work," Syria observed. "It's still a field very much in development." That was why they were here after all. Before the Justice Troopers no one had felt that emotional magic was worth exploiting. Now there was so much effort being put into discerning how things worked, and it seemed unlikely that there was one absolute answer to anything they were doing. He hummed as Yara described her problem, stroking his chin with his thumb as he thought. Desperate situations made sense, as that was when emotions ran hottest. That meant it was easiest to tap into the magical energy they could provide. "Mental block doesn't sound like it's wrong. Lust for knowledge does seem to be somewhat situational, outside of being in imminent danger. As such, the problem is not the focus, but how you approach it. When you are going into a situation where you want to use your magic, how are you usually feeling?" After a few moments he dropped his thinking pose, instead leaning forward in his seat. "As for myself, I do have some difficulty tapping into my focus. It's a bit easier on missions than in casual matters. I like to take a deep breath and center on my expectations going into a situation, and I find that tends to help." Falling silent, he listened as Tiana, Tempest, and Gabriella provided their own perspectives on the matter. Well, if Yara was 'lust for knowledge', she was definitely getting a lot of that. (the 1st/Morning Hour Name:Yara Malik /"Sovereign"Wearing:Standard-issued uniform Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/Show intriguing. The answer provided by Sister Tiana to what her emotional foci has encompassed. Instead of being narrowed down much like how Tempest and herself has shared the same foci yet differed, her emotional foci covered a broader spectrum. Her emotional foci was unconditional love in general. The way she described it was a warmth blanketing her, and how she loved to see others brimming of their happiness and desired for them to be safe and sound. With the newfound understanding to this, she lightly tapped the pad of her index finger onto her own chin. It had been only a short amount of time that she has spent within this academy, but it felt like she was beginning to understand the many shapes and forms that an emotional focus could take. Each and every student that strolled through these corridors were so different and so unique. Even if two students shared the same emotional foci, it did not necessarily mean that they were same. Her focus soon shifts onto Tempest when the senior student has chipped into the minor inconvenience of a roadblock that has obstructed her own pathway. The Jinni nods in confirmation when Tempest has reiterated how Yara believed that she had some kind of mentally-forged obstruction that made it difficult to reach towards her emotional foci unless it was greatly needed. The Jinni listened tentatively to Tempest, as she provided a possible solution to the issue. The problem may reside in simply not knowing enough about someone or something to the point that she was unable to make that emotional connection. It also could be because she was refraining herself from embracing the connection, and cutting herself off from her own power until her desires or need of help forced her to acknowledge this connection. Her hand lowers slowly to rest onto the lacquered table as this thought tosses and tumbles in her mind. Could this be true? Was she her own worst enemy? Was this block created by her own doing? All because she was holding back? It was within the realm of possibility, and because of this, there was also fear that crept and lingered in the shadows of doubt to her mind. She wanted to do well in this academy. She wanted to excel and reach unimaginable heights. Furthermore, she wanted to acquire this abundance of knowledge, and to drag it all back home to her master. Yet, she knew...she knew deep down why she was holding back, and this was a truth that was shushed from ever traveling off her tongue." You may be right, Tempest. Thank you for your input on this matter. It is much appreciated.", Yara has replied softly with a small bow to her head. It is then that Gabriella speaks to how she had been rescued by a justice trooper by the name of Soul Resolute. Once healed of her wounds, she had been mentored by this justice trooper. Soul Resolute had stated to her that with some emotional foci groups required for the individual to feel the need to protect someone or something other than herself. The greater her compassion and the stronger her emotion, the stronger Gabriella become during the time of need. She, too, has mentioned that there were times when it could become difficult to draw her emotional foci, and that she was only able to do so a few times during her classes. "I have only been able to do it twice, while others do it so seamlessly like it comes easy to them such as breathing.," she adds, and hearing this from Gabriella did ease the tangled ball of stress that came with the pressure of performing well in her classes. The last thing that she wanted was to be sent packing her belongings to return home. She blinks once in her confusion hearing an advanced apology from Gabriella to address both Tempest and Tiana. Wait...why was she apologizing? As far as she knew, she did not-ohhhhh. Without much of a warning, an incandescent glow flowed from off of Gabriella. Her lips slightly parted in the awe of how the glow has fanned out to cover her whole body. Even her eyes emitted this dazzling light, as feathered wings flowed from off along her back. The light burned away what she had been wearing, and her wings covered over her barren and luminous form. Her wings falter, and as they do, feathers flutter amongst her wake. There is armor that covers her form, and a shield summoned of the same light she has seen beforehand. Silence hovered over Yara a few moments after the completion of the transformation, and yet, she felt suspended in those moments. An explanation is soon provided by Gabriella to how she will not be able to maintain this form for long, since there was no great need for there was no intent of harm inflicted upon another that she felt the need to protect the other. She nods slowly in understanding as she slowly comes to her senses. As her armor withered away to return to her previous state, she too thanks Gabriella for the fantastic demonstration. "... I think I am beginning to understand now. Thank you, Gabriella. That was truly magnificent.," she tells her with a small smile, before she fixes her attention onto Syria once he begins to speak. Perhaps, her oversleeping in the library was to her benefit. If she had been tucked away in her dorm, she would have never been given such valuable advice from these other students. The other senior student has brought up that there is an entire section of books related to how foci works. This instantly causes for Yara to perk up with being able to read up on such a subject. While it was true to how it is a developing field, she would not mind the additional information and experiences of others. His own input is brought forth to how the problem may not be the focus but how she approached it. He then asked of her of a situational question to how she felt when she wants to use her magic. For a moment, she pauses in her thought before she answers the question. "Hesitant." A simple and one-worded answer that she could best describe how she felt when she was vaulted into a situation where she wanted to tap into the founts of her own magic. "The best way to describe my magic is that there is an untamed wildness to it. It is incredible, but I know that if I am not careful with it, I can be harmed and so can the others around me whether they be friend or foe.," she continues as she digs deeper into the problem that festers within her. "My people of the Sea of Sands...well...some of us have been hunted and captured just for being what we are in the past. While I myself have not been a victim to this nor anyone close that I knew of, I have heard of the stories. It was so long ago, that I believe that this practice has dwindled with time. Yet, I still fear of the what-if's. Perhaps, I should just accept for what I am, no matter what follows suit. A life living in fear is not a life at all.", she concludes with the best way of possibly describing the situation without spilling all the unnecessary details. Perhaps, all she needed to do was to 'let go' of this fear. She had been a bird that longed for the door of her wired cage to be open. Now that the door had been propped open, she had been afraid to stretch her feathered wings and to fly. It was what birds were known for. They were born to fly. Perhaps, she was made for this sole purpose to broaden her horizons and explore the unseen. There was only one way to find out, and her purpose lies here within the walls of the academy. (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Library Tagging:Everyone Warnings:N/Tempest smiled as it seemed her words had garnered some thought out of Yara. For her that was enough. If it helped get the girl thinking then that was the best medicine for such a thing as well. She was impressed with the displays from Gabriella and Tiana. Those only making her more intrigued about the two new freshman. She still favored a smile at Syria for his bravery and willingness to stand in the face of the storm. That sort of will was something she admired in people. "Well now that we've demonstrated our powers I think we all came here for a reason did we not?" she asked s she leaned forward resting her hand on the book she had brought in. (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:N/Ain between classes, Syria tended to hang around the campus area. At least before the evening hours. He liked to do a couple of things in that time, whether it be observing people or getting some reading in. There wasn't much of an urgent need to study this early on in the school year, so that meant a bit more free time. There weren't any pressing missions that needed to be taken on either, so that was an additional boost to his free time. He was comfortable enough that he was not complaining, unlike those who might become stir-crazy with inactivity. At the moment he was not doing much. He was in one of the pavilion areas of the campus, a wide open space where students could hang out, relax, enjoy nature, and the like. He was not doing that right now, for there was something going on nearby to draw his attention. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if it was a class, a club gathering, or an impromptu lesson, but regardless of the reason there was a small group out here working on their swordplay. Furthermore, he watched with a keen eye, taking in the small differences in styles, the shifting footwork, the subtle variations that distinguished offensive focuses from defensive ones. It might not be the most interesting for the casual observer, but it was a good way to pass the time until his next class. Resting comfortably in his wooden seat, Syria let the action play out before him as the sun shone down. For now, at least, it seemed that it was another normal day. (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:SylricWarnings:N/Tempest like usual was busy hanging out in the afternoon sun while napping. She was still transformed, honestly she about never went anywhere other than transformed. For her, it always helped her stay very much in touch with her own emotion foci. She knew the gazes of both men and women alike were drawn to her body, which is what she was there to show off. She knew she had a body, and she wanted to make sure it was on full display for them to see. Furthermore, she turned her eyes when she caught sight of the sparring match between two other students. Each one was good with a sword, for her, she had shown her own skill with throwing weapon and being at range. The best she could do in a close quarters fight was put one her rock armor and hit someone with a stone fist. As she sat up on the top of the pavilion she noticed Lyric below also watching the match. She grinned down at him as she leaned ever so slightly off the edge just enough so he could see her. "They have talent. Though I think they need refinement." she said to him before she shows a surprising degree of gymnastic ability as she hopped down from her perch and twisted to land in front of him in a low crouch, allowing him a generous view her luscious breasts. She turned stood up and walked closer to him. "You impressed me earlier." she said with a playful smile. (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:N/For once Syria was taken somewhat off guard as Tempest addressed him. He was used to students talking to him of course, but most people did not relax on top of the roof of the Pavilion. At least not when it was daytime, in his experience. Nonetheless, he did his best to recover as he glanced back. "Indeed. That will come in time." To build refinement one needed experience as well as effort, and they would acquire the former soon enough. That was why they were here after all. At that point Tempest leapt down in a smooth flip, leaving Syria to appreciate the showmanship that she put on display. And a bit more as her finishing position meant that he had a good view of her swaying bust. He did his best not to ogle, since that would probably be playing into her hands too. He'd already made it clear that he wasn't just going to play along with her every whim. He held back a chuckle too as she moved closer, and instead he settled for a small grin. "It helps that I know your reputation. That makes it a bit harder to get me flustered compared to the average freshman." Mentioning that caused him to glanced up towards the roof, just to make sure there was no one else up there. "Speaking of which, I'm surprised you weren't already with someone. It's a bit unusual for you, isn't it?" (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:SylricWarnings:N/Tempest gave Syria a playful smile and a light chuckle. "Yes I do admit I have a reputation here in school. Not that I mind and yeah you are quite right, I have enticed more than a few freshmen to lose their virginity to me." she said enjoying the memories. "As for why I don't have a partner, honestly even I like a break every so often. While it isn't often I go to bed without a partner, it does happen. Many times by choice, actually. No I suppose I should clarify for you..." she said leaning down till she was eye level with him. Like actually eye to eye with him, not being close enough to all him to see down her outfit to enjoy the sight of her breasts, but honestly looking into his eyes. "I was impressed, you stared into the storm, but did not flinch. That does make a girl feel good. You looked into the swirling storm and refused to look away. That speaks volumes. That was what impressed me." she said as she leaned closer and touched her forehead to his. Just allowing him to feel the intimacy between them before she leaned in closer to his ear. "I like a guy who has a will behind him." she whispered into his ear as her body all but pressed against him but was only the barest of an inch away from his. She then pulled back from him. "So then care to take a walk with me?" she asked him (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:N/A"Fair enough," Syria conceded with a shrug. He supposed even someone as social as Tempest needed a break once in a while. But some part of him also wondered if she didn't have anyone else around because it would have gotten in the way of this encounter. IF she was as impressed as she claimed, then was this really a chance meeting? Then things escalated as Tempest pushed further. Syria shifted back in his seat a little as their gaze met, in a way that was far from solely sexual in nature. Even if he had been willing to look down her outfit, he did not do so. Just like before he locked his eyes with her and did not let up until she did So he was as much a captive listener as she pressed her forehead to his, letting him feel her body heat. A whisper followed, before she pulled back once again." I suppose I should take that with the respect it deserves," he noted. Certainly she had the experience to lend credence to the respect she expressed. More experience than him at the very least. After a moment he rose, light on his feet as he began to follow Tempest on her requested walk. "Sure," he agreed. "As long as you're not expecting this to be simple." (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:SylricWarnings:N/Tempest turned her head back towards him, a playful smile on her face. "What part made you think it was going to be simple?" she said turning back to continue walking away from him. Her tone was playful as she sashayed away. Soon enough she let him fall in line with her as they walked, wandering the hallways of the school itself, passing students as they went. Some of them stopped and stared as Tempest went on by, the Sapphire Star Tribe member enjoying the looks and even throwing a kiss to those she knew were freshman. Soon enough they moved to a more private area itself. It was between a couple of the buildings. She then turned and embraced him. "As I said before I like a man who has a will behind his eyes." she said as they were once close enough for him to stare into her eyes. "A girl likes a man who can focus on her eyes rather than her body." she playfully cooed to him, her voice sounding melodic. "However I think I'd like to do something special for you, a show of appreciation for you." she said to him with a smile as she gently stepped away as she pulled her flute from her hips pocket. "Now sit back and enjoy the show." she purred to him as she placed the little instrument to her lips.IOC: This is what Tempest is playing right now. (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:N/Together the duo made their way from beneath the pavilion and off towards another part of the campus. "I like to make sure we're working from the same expectations," he observed as Tempest sent his words back in his own direction. Not that he should have been too surprised that she would take him seriously in all of this after the conversation they had just had. He'd already made it clear that he wasn't like the freshmen she could just snap up at her leisure. They drew a decent amount of attention as they moved down one of the footpaths, or ratherTempestdrew most of the attention. Syria wasn't isolated by any means, but he in his casual clothes was always going to naturally have less focus than she did when she was transformed. He wasn't bothered by it, since she enjoyed the attention and they weren't held up in getting where they needed to go. Their destination appeared to be a more secluded area between two buildings, with a decent amount of bushes to provide cover from those waling past. She made the first move of course, but after a moment he returned the favor as his hands came to rest on her sides rather than a full hug. "I can imagine they want everything to be appreciated, not just the obvious stuff," he replied smoothly. Stepping back, he only shifted slightly on his feet to remain comfortable as she began playing the flute. This was not what he had expected her to move on to, but he was not complaining either as she indulged herself. This sort of music was new to him, so he remained silent and took it all in as she played to her heart's content. (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:SylricWarnings:N/Tempest smiled as she turned and lightly danced as she played. There was a subtle movement to her body, as if she herself was becoming the embodiment of her own song. The subtle hints of it as she moved, the way her eyes slowly closed and her fingers playing with practiced ease. She was playing for him, letting him see something within her. There was a certain beauty to it. In a way he could see the way both Tempest was moving and yet there was a certain ethereal nature to it. It was almost like Tempest was playing and dancing...for two! Like she was two people working in a certain level of harmony he'd not yet seen from her. Then again she was a person who was fused with another being. She had said both of them inhabited her body and that was on full display here. When she was done she lowered the flute her lips and turned to look at him. Her breast was heaving a bit, yet it was the look in her eyes that was the unique. They were that darker shade of jade green. It was when she was in the fullness of her power. "I hope you enjoyed part one." she purred to him as she moved in closer to him and gently took his lips with her own. As her lips touched his her body pressed fully against his allowing him to fully feel her body. It was such a lovely exquisitely sculpted body. She pulled back briefly and looked at him again. "I told you I had something in mind..." she purred to him as she gently pressed her hand to his groin. Her fingers expertly working on his length in his pants. (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Near Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:Physical contact of an erotic natureSylric watched with a keen eye, and he became increasingly aware of the nature of her dance and song. She had mentioned the presence of Carbuncle before, and he had the feeling that that was influencing what she was doing now. Were this a different scenario he would have been tempted to join in. He was no stranger to moving on his feet, whether it be the formal balls of his youth or the more freewheeling mercenary camps he had inhabited during campaigns. He could imagine the moves he would have made, if he were taking part. Yet he was not, for this was a show meant for him to view rather than participate in. He would not disrespect her, and honestly he'd probably feel like a third wheel if he tried to join in. So the song played its course, to whatever end Tempest took it. The song came to an end, and he watched with a curious look as she promised this was only part one. Her reputation once more came to mind as she kissed him. Their bodies pressed together at the same time, leaving little to the imagination from the contact. A light hum escaped, though for now the kiss itself was fairly modest in nature. "That you did," he agreed. His breath hitched as she began to stroke his length through his pants, which responded eagerly to her touch. He might have mental restraint, but he was still a mortal. As such, there was little he could do to stop the reaction." It was a very good song, and the dancing was nice too," he added in the midst of it, just in case she had thought that he forgot what was going on moments before her next 'part' began. (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:SylricWarnings:N/Tempest grinned further the moment she felt his member stir inside his pants. Still, she did enjoy the pleasure of making a man's temperature rise. "Mmm I am glad you enjoyed it. I figured I would do something special for you since you admired my power. Plus, I felt if I just went for your dick would be a bit below even me. So I hope you enjoy this little reward." she purred kissing him once more as her hands moved around him to cup and massage his ass. "Now let me show you what I can do..." she purred as she gently pushed him against the wall as she pressed her lips to his once more. This time however there was a certain hunger in her kiss. She wanted him as she moved her hand to slide into his pants as she took a firm hold of his member. Her soft palm adding a certain level of stimulation to the sensation he was feeling. She stroked his length while gently rubbing her thumb across the head of his penis. She then pulled back and offered him a hungry smile. "Well go on boy and let yourself have a taste of me." she purred to him as she pressed her large breasts against his body. She wanted him to feel her so she could show him her skill. She wanted to form a bond to him in a sort of intimate manner. (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Near Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:Physical contact of an erotic nature Though increasingly distracted, Syria could appreciate the fact that Tempest had tailored her approach to her audience. She had recognized that he wouldn't just fall head over heels at the snap of a finger, and so had made an appeal in a way that was much more likely to draw his interest. He'd heard that she left everyone she interacted with satisfied by the encounter, and now he was getting to see just how she went about ensuring that sterling review rate. Things took a decidedly different tone as she shifted the encounter. His breath was expelled by contact with the wall, though his rear had the cushion of her hands to ease that contact for a brief moment. Then the kiss resumed, with Tempest leaning into it rather than leaving it as a simple and brief contact between them. Though she certainly knew how to multitask as her hand slid into his pants to grasp at his hardening shaft. There was but a teasing stroke before she pulled back once more. To no surprise, it seemed she did not see a reason to immediately get to the matter at hand." If you insist," he replied smoothly as she offered him the initiative. He wasted little time in returning her moves in kind. His hands left her sides and rose, brushing against smooth, exposed skin as they arrived at her offered chest. They were barely held in place as it was, and fingers sunk into supple skin as he cupped swaying orbs. He gave firm squeezes to both before focusing further. Instead of covering as much space as possible his index fingers and thumbs brushed against fabric to slip beneath, pinching at her nipples and rolling them between the pads of his fingers. A bit more difficult than what she was able to do, but he did not intend to come up short in comparison. (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:SylricWarnings:N/Tempest enjoyed it when a man could take the cues given him. Making love in many ways was like a dance while one did in fact lead, there was a bit of a give and take. She was pleased to see he could take a cue when she gave it to him. A soft marring sound came from her lips as he slipped inside her uniform to let his fingers caress and massage her nipples between his thumb and fingers. She grinned between the kiss as she gently continued to nibble and suckle on his long elf ear. She knew elves were sensitive there from the many times she had bedded the freshman over the years. She gently ground her breasts into his hands while her own hand slipped from his pants before going to the front of it and slowly opening just the front. Her hands went back into them and gently pulled his turgid member from it. "Mmm and all for me..." she purred as she reached under his penis to gently massage his sack. After all it was just as sensitive as the penis itself. Her hand moved up from his sack and along the underside of his penis before taking a firm grip on it, her thumb rubbing across the head to give him pleasure as she worked his ear in her teeth and lips. (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Near Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:Physical contact of an erotic nature Her move towards his ears was a genuine surprise for once, leading Syria to tense up and let out a shuddering breath as his pointed ears shifted beneath her touch. That wasn't playing very fair, now, was it? It wasn't enough to make him want to stop her, but he could internally grumble about it all the same. Such grumbling did not last like as Tempest moved along with her plan. His gaze dipped downwards for a brief moment as she opened his pants and helped his rod slip free. She wasted little time in teasing and stroking him, earning another light groan as his shaft stiffened beneath her skilled touch. Though certainly not on the farthest ends of what was possible, Syria would like to think his size was respectable for an elf. Trying to compare would get him nowhere. In turn, he did not let up his own actions, delivering kisses to her neck around the collar that she wore. Groping fingers grew more forceful and insistent, digging and swirling in seasoned motions. He was not lacking for experience either, and did not intend to simply leave all the work to her even as their dance continued. (/ Time:Name:Tempest DeLeon/Snowshoe Hare Wearing:Transformed... Location:Pavilion Area Tagging:SylricWarnings:N/For Tempest she once more enjoyed the fact she had been able to make him feel good, even through his grumbling she knew he had enjoyed it. She had of course attacked his week spots for herself because well she wanted to pleasure him. Then he made sure to keep up the pressure on her, but forcefully groping and pinching on her nipples. Again this was something she enjoyed simply for the fact that it made her hot and she loved a guy who could take his cues when she gave them. She could tell he had more than his share of partners in his life. Which was fine by her. She liked a guy with a few notches on his bedpost. She pressed her breasts into those groping hands, allowing her to enjoy the sensation as her fingers gently moved and fondled his sack. She her moved her own lips down from his ear. Slowly placing kisses along his neck till her lips touched his collar bone, where she left a kiss and then moved on to the hollow of his throat, Her lips latched onto the section his neck and began to suckle on it, gently kneading the flesh between her lips at first, but then slowly sucking it into her mouth. Her fingers were not idle either as they reached out and gently continued to massage his sack for a bit before moving back up to jerk his penis some more, her thumb playing over the head of his cock itself. (/ Time: Monday 2nd, Mid-Afternoon Name:Syria 'Lumiere'Wearing:Academy Uniform Location:Near Pavilion Area Tagging:Tempest Warnings:Physical contact of an erotic nature Back and forth Syria and Tempest went, seemingly upping the ante every time the other one made a move to match them. So it was that Lyrics ears were removed from their torment, only for Tempest to begin laying kisses down his neck to where it met his chest. At the same time talented fingers continued to alternate between stroking his shaft and massaging his balls. In turn, he delivered kisses of his own, though he did not have such an easy target to fall upon as she did give the humans general lack of overly sensitive spots. Aside from tickling, but that would ruin the mood a bit. It was possible that her peculiar nature had changed that general opinion of human nature, but that would also require a more in depth examination than he was willing to invest in. And just asking her would be an admission of failure in this game of theirs. That said, it was increasingly a moot point as the twisting knot grew ever tighter through her teasing actions. "I'm getting close," he muttered in her ear, his groping hands growing rougher still even. Each deep breath was warm, and his shaft throbbed with the rising pressure. It was only fair that he warn her, rather than simply leaving her to be taken by surprise as he could have done.

Magical Hero Academia_ Academy Campus [IC]|rating:3.0

End of Summer Bash (Open)

It was the end of another great summer at Lake Regis. It was the last summer before everyone went off to college and Ashley was throwing her annual summer bash for all of her friends. Her party was always the highlight of the summer and anyone who was anyone would be there. Her parents always let her use their huge bakehouse and there was never any supervision with plenty of booze. There had been plenty of drama over the summer, so the party was sure to be interesting with plenty of hook-ups and maybe some admitted feelings that had been hidden for all this time. Ashley had put the final touches on the decorations and people were beginning to arrive. The doorbell rings and can barely be heard over the DJ's loud music.IOC:Name:Ashley KenzingtonAge: 18Hair: Long and Brown Eyes: Blue Body: Toned and Tanned Clothes: Short denim mini with a green halter and flip-flops Ok...so this is pretty much open...but don't let it get ridiculously crowded...it gets confusing.... star jamisonname:star Jamison:18hair:shoulder-length black eyes: piercing blue body:5'4" 36dd - 26-36 lightly tanned clothes: denim cutoff shorts, baby blue bikini top, white likes'm standing at the door ringing the bell. Waiting on an answer. The music is pumping already sounds like some good tunes for tonight. I decide to try round the back for Ashley. Just as I turn to leave she answers the door." Hi, not too early am I?" Ashley greeted Star at the door. They had been friends since elementary school, and they always made the party more interesting when they were together." Hello, gorgeous! You're not early...just in time. Drinks are in the kitchen if you want to get the party started. DJ is on the back deck." star Jamison give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek as I enter. Having been friends for so long I had been here at the lake loads of times, I didn't need any further encouragement, I headed for the mini bar she had set up." Hey Ashley, you scrub up pretty well yourself. Are you looking forward to going to college then?" Ashley headed over to the minibar and leaned against it." Hey Ashley, you scrub up pretty well yourself." Ashley laughed and did a little turn, "I do, don't I? You don't look bad yourself."" Are you looking forward to going to college then?" She leaned back against the bar and sighed, jokingly, "I guess...there will be so many new guys to choose from. What's a girl to do?" star"Well we could start by making a list of potentials. You know rate them on looks, body, personality, sex grade-marks out of ten.......................dick size"I start to laugh. This is how we started at high school - THE LIST. In the last two years they had grown well into double figures. Almost all the names had a disk size and sex rating beside their names. DJ Dragon name:Tommy "DJ Dragon" Naratakiage:23hair:Black, bleached and spiky eyes:dark brown body:5'7" 140 clothes:black, silk, mandarin collar shirt, black slacks and shoes, RayBanWayfarersGonna be a pretty easy gig, Tommy thought to himself, a young party crowd rather than the usual clubbing hipsters, but he wanted to do it right anyway so he kicked off the first set with "Block Rockin' Beats" by the Chemical Brothers, followed it with his own remix of "Larger Than Life" then kicked the beats up to about 130 BPM with some Moby. He'd save the Josh Wink and Speedy J for later. It was late afternoon and the sun was starting its descent. Tommy wondered when the first of the kids would be arriving. A piece of teen ass would be mighty fine, but if he didn't get any, the money for the gig was still good. "Well we could start by making a list of potentials. You know rate them on looks, body, personality, sex grade-marks out of ten.......................dick size"Ashley started laughing along with her friend then stopped suddenly with a smile, "Guess what. I still have the list." She hurried over to the desk in the study and pulled out a notebook. She came back over to Star and opened it, starting to read over it, "Oh my gosh, do you remember Andy? From Spring Break? That guy was perfect inallcategories. Just thinking about it makes me all hot and bothered. Great sex. Too bad he's not here. This party is certainly lacking in the boy department. Except for the DJ." Tommy dug around in his vinyl and pulled out an old j-pop album by The Four Leaves. Nice harmonies but the beat was buried in the mix, so he paired it with some drum and bass in the same key. He hoped it would go over well. Not everyone cared for j-pop, but it was fun to play with. He thought about the girl who hired him and who was hosting the party. Totally hot, he decided. He shook his head and started planning out his next few segues, keeping things upbeat but not high energy. Not yet. Damn, those legs looked good. Candy MacIntoshName: Candy Macintosh: 18Height: 5'6Weight: 130Hair: Redyes: Blue Measurements: 36D/26/36, Full Body Tan Clothing: Short Denim Mini-Skirt, T-shirt with Bikini underneath both. Flip Flops, Sunglasses Sexual Orientation: BiCandy had just driven up in her new convertible that her daddy had given her for her high school graduation. She walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell, hoping that someone would answer it soon. Star"Oh what's he like then - a hotly or just potential lake fodder. Guess I might go and check. Is he allowed a beer?" You nod. I fetch one from the kitchen and head out towards the deck area. Well you have to check out the talent before the competition arrives. I walk slowly up to him." Hi, thought you could use a beer. Wicked tunes." Ashley laughed at her friend as she made her way out on the deck to meet the DJ. She called after her, "He's definitely got potential." Ashley heard the doorbell and went to open it, greeting Candy, "Well, look who made it. And great car! Present from Daddy?" She kissed Candy on the cheek and chauffeured her in." Drinks in the kitchen! Always good to start the party." Candy Candy smiled and greeted her friend. "Yes daddy was quite proud of me graduating and all. Good to see you to, anyone else here, or am I the first?" She went over to the kitchen and got herself a beer, and went to the deck where it seemed the music was coming from. Malcolm: Looks like you can use some guys in this, so here's my character. Name: Malcolm MacDonald Age: 18Hair: Blonde Eye: Blue Height: 6'4Weight: 220Body: Muscular, 8"Clothes: Jeans, Muscle T-Shirt, Cowboy Boots. Carrying a bag with his towel and trunks/. Malcolm was the star Quarterback and captain of their High-School football team. He is going to college on a Football scholarship to University of Florida after this summer, having been scouted by all the college scouts, and he had wanted to play for Off for some time. Malcolm smiled as he came over to the beach house for the party. He drove up in his truck, and walked up to the door. He rang the bell, and waited for someone to answer. Candy had headed out to the deck, so Ashley had grabbed a beer, sipping it as she listened to the music. She heard the doorbell ring, and she said as she walked to the door, "Please, be a guy..... Please, be a guy..... Malcolm!" She gave him a hug as he entered the house." So great to see you!" She smiled and guided him into the kitchen to get him a beer. Malcolm was pretty high on her list because they had dated in high school. They broke up, but were still good friends. Malcolm Malcolm smiled at Ashley and took his beer. "You're looking good Ashley, thank you for inviting me. I need this before I have to be in Florida for Summer practice." He smiled and took a drink. He offered her his arm and headed to the deck. Cockslave said: "Hi, thought you could use a beer. Wicked tunes." Click to expand... "Nectar of the gods," Tommy grins, accepting the brew, "Thanks." Behind the RayBan, he gives her the elevator eyes and draws a deep breath. If all the girls were going to be this hot, he'd have to stay behind the boards just to hide the boners. He offers his hand, "I'm DJ Dragon, at professionally. Call me Tommy. Anything you want to hear?" "You're looking good Ashley, thank you for inviting me. I need this before I have to be in Florida for Summer practice."" Why, thank you, sweetheart! You look good too." She grabbed her beer and took his arm as they walked out to the deck." Yea, you need to be around females before you go be gay with your football buddies." She prodded him playfully with his elbow. They always picked on each other when they dated. Ashley had to admit that she missed those days." Dance with me, stud." She pulled him playfully onto the dance floor and started dancing with him. She thought to herself about why they broke up after 6 months of fun. Furthermore, she broke up with him before Spring Break of her senior year so she was free to see other people, but she never told him that. Byron Gordon.6'3190black hair kept in a deadlocked ponytail Hazel eyes Muscular form. Kyron was the school's most-liked guy. He played football, basketball and baseball. He will be going to Conn on a basketball scholarship. I walked to the door in my wife beater and cargo shorts carrying swimming trunks and a pan of food. I rang the doorbell and waited for it to open. Malcolm Malcolm smiled and pulled her into his arms and did a slow dance with her, letting her know that he still knew how. "So Ashley, do I get a goodbye kiss, for old time sakes, before I head off to the other side of the country?" He smiled a winning smile at her. He pulled her close and Ashley could smell his cologne. It was the same cologne she had bought him when they were dating." So Ashley, do I get a goodbye kiss, for old time sakes, before I head off to the other side of the country?" She smiled and playfully kissed him on the cheek, "That's all you get for now. I have to go answer the door." She giggled and pulled away, skipping into the house. She went to the door and swung it open, "Hey, darlin'! Come on in! Drinks in the kitchen, tunes on the deck!" She left the door open, so people could just walk in from now on and went back out to the deck. Fred Danielsson6'0185long blond hair blue eye swearing worn out jeans, black t-shirt Fred was considered as the metal-head at school. He didn't really want to go to the party since it had a DJ, but he figured he could give it a shot. And a true musician loved groupies, although he was really lacking experience when it came to sex. Fred wasn't proud of it. He hoped some girl could show him some moves. He went up to the door and rang the bell... star" I like some R & B or groups like fall out boy, Greenway and such. Although if I could look through your collection I'm sure I can find something I like. "I step behind his decks and bend over in front of him, showing my ass to the best advantage. Looking at him watching me through the gap in my arm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm Ashley was right he had potential. Maybe about 8 in looks and body. Very nice indeed. "Hey Candy, how ya been?" I said walking towards her sipping a beer. IOC: The door is open. I'm off for a while...going to work out. Don't go too crazy while I'm gone! Candy: Sorry Black Thunder, my mistake, I am fixing it. I read what you said his name was wrong. Candy looked at who had addressed her and smiled. "Hey Byron, good to see you here." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek in greeting. "Your looking good, having fun since we finally got out of the school?" She sipped her drink as she looked him up and down. She had always had a crush on Byron, and she was hoping that he would be there that night. Nobody answered the door, so he gave up. Fred walked to the back of the house and the music got louder. Yep, here it was a party. He went straight to the drinks. Cockslave said:" I like some R camp; B or groups like fall out boy, Greenway and such. Although if I could look through your collection I'm sure I can find something I like. " Click to expand... "Help yourself. The vibe is whatever you folks want it to be." cock slave said: I step behind his decks and bend over in front of him, showing my ass to the best advantage. Click to expand... It's going to be a very good night, indeed, Tommy mused. An ass like that could stop traffic. He felt a stirring in his slacks and caught a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she caught him admiring the view. He had to reach over her bent figure to grab a Lady tron remix tape he wanted to segue between the Orbital he was playing and the Greenway she held up for him. StarI caught a definite grin of approval as he leaned over me. Something else was signalling approval too going by the bulge forming in his pants. Definite potential there, seeing Ashley was busy I noticed a tall blonde guy coming in the back gate and thought I had better see who it was and at least welcome him. I turn to Tommy and say"I'll pop back in a bit, do you ever dance at these things or get a break. If so seek me out. Since our gracious hostess is busy elsewhere I had better be the meet and greet squad. Later Tommy"I walk over to the long haired guy, and as he turned I saw it was Fred Daniels sen, the musician and a bit of a loner. His group was actually quite good. I'd caught their act a few times at some local gigs. Sometimes a bit heavy for me - I wasn't into thrash metal but nu-metal was okay. So were the classics like White snake, Deep Purple, Scorpions,etc."Hi there Fred, welcome to the party. Ashley's a bit busy, so I'm afraid your stuck with me as a welcoming committee. I see you found the beer" "Hello there, didn't see you. Yes, I found the beer, as always. Always nice to be greeted by a fine woman like you. Oh, Ashley is busy? Well, it can wait. Don't have anything important to say to her. I've seen you at my gigs. Hope you enjoy what you are hearing, because it sure looks like it. The last gig was kind of trashed. The drummer was totally wasted, and we couldn't do our songs properly. That was rosewood embarrassing. Actually I was going to pick up a new guitar and this house was on the way, so I figured out a party couldn't hurt. Well, enough about me. How are you doing?" star This was the most I'd ever heard this guy say before. Usually he sat in class not saying a word, never seemed to be at parties either." My names Star by the way - hippy parents. I'm all set to go to Greendale in the fall - psychology. Are you not roasting wearing black on a hot day like this? " "To tell you the truth, I am. But I have an image to take care of, which sucks sometimes. So your name is Star? I have seen you at school. I've always wanted to talk to you, but you don't seem like my type, so I didn't want to bother you. But now, I get a whole different look on you. You are really sweet and all that crap. Well, hope you enjoy the evening." star"do you fancy a dance later. I know it's maybe not hard enough for you but I've requested some Greenway and was gonna look through the rest later. Any requests?" "I'll pop back in a bit, do you ever dance at these things or get a break. If so seek me out. Since our gracious hostess is busy elsewhere I had better be the meet and greet squad. Later Tommy""Definitely. I'll be looking for you." Tommy watched her walk away with a swing in her hips that made his heart beat a little faster. Rock she wanted, rock she would have. Then he noticed the guy toward whom she was sashaying. Tall, blonde. Oh, yeah, Fred somebody, metal guitarist. Not Tommy's taste but the guy had definite chops. All right then, Greenway, then Sum81, work into a little Avenged Sevenfold, then on to the classics, Motörhead, Slayer, Celtic Frost and Alien Sex Fiend. Maybe a little Sisters of Mercy and Christian Death to keep things interesting. Ah well, a DJs work is never done... starred turns as if dismissing me..........this guy is sending mixed signals just now. Guess I'll leave him to it. I wander around again saying hi to everyone before going back to the DJ booth to see Tommy." Hi Tommy you miss me? Thought I'd see if you wanted some food or another beer." "Hi Tommy you miss me? Thought I'd see if you wanted some food or another beer."" I don't need a beer, but your smiling face is always welcome. Want to give me a hand back here?" star"sure what do you want me to do? I've never done anything like this before. "Well that wasn't strictly true. I'd helped at my cousins wedding before. So I knew what most of the things were." So how long you been a DJ Tommy?" "So how long you been a DJ Tommy?"" Since I was 16. I started mixing with a couple of used turntables I picked up at a record store in the city and did a few parties for friends since I had a huge collection of all sorts of stuff. Started doing clubs when I turned 18 and haven't looked back. I still do party once in a while just for fun." Tommy took a swig of the beer she had brought." What I need you to do is pull stuff. I'll do the queuing and mixing. Right now I need the 'Smash it Up' 12 inch by the Damned and the first Rodney on the ROW anthology. Going to do some old school punk before getting back to the serious break beats." Tommy liked this girl. She was cute, built and seemed to know what she was doing despite her protest to the contrary. star Tommy was cute if you could say that about a guy who is older than you are. I just loved the confidence he showed on the decks. He really knew his stuff. This confidence transferred itself to the manner in which he spoke and acted. I'm sure he thought I was just another stupid schoolgirl groupie. My cousin had said there were always one or two that hung around hoping to fuck the DJ, even when he took his girlfriend! I had always liked the 'older man' and I guess that's why two years ago I lost my virginity to my big brothers best friend. He was 27, I was 16. He started me on the road to discovery of sex. Since then, I had been how shall I say, eager in my studies. Some of my closer friends joked that I was a slut. I guess truth be told I was. Today my sights were set on Tommy. Or maybe some others too. After all it was the beginning of a new stage of my life. The college years." What I need you to do is pull stuff. I'll do the queuing and mixing. Right now I need the 'Smash it Up' 12 inch by the Damned and the first Rodney on the ROW anthology." I squat down beside his records and hunt for them. I noticed earlier he had the boxes labelled alphabetically so it made things a lot easier to find. Furthermore, I quickly found the ones he wanted and passed them up. Fred thought Star was really cute, but her voice was irritating. He decided to walk and see if he could see any familiar persons. Fred recognized a lot of people from school, but he didn't know their names. They were mostly athletes or just the cool guys who had no reason to be cool. Fred walked inside for a minute. It was too hot outside, and he needed to cool down. He went to the kitchen sink and held is head under it, wetting his hair and his shirt got a little wet, too. He could hear the tunes from the DJ, not his favorite, but he didn't mind either. When Fred got out again, Star was talking to the DJ. Fred could feel he was getting jealous. Ashley returned to the deck where the party was actually starting to grow. She saw Malcolm, waiting for her on the dance floor so she went over to him." So, where were we?" Damn, but she looked hot bent over like that. Tommy almost missed the records she was handing him." Oh, uh, thanks. Find something long to go on after these. I want to dance." Tommy glanced up and noticed Fred giving him a dirty look. Shit. Somebody doesn't like what's going on. Oh, well. Can't please everyone. As long as the dude keeps it cool, everything will be copacetic. If this is his girl I don't want any problems. The girl handed up a disk. 'Through the Eyes of Ruby' by the Smashing Pumpkins, extended remix. Long and slow, just the way Tommy liked it. This was going to be fun." Perfect, darlin'. By the way, I don't want to call you 'Hey You,' all night. You have a name?" star"Yeah sorry Tommy I forgot you don't know many of us here. Since you left school sooooooooo long ago. My name's Star Jamison "But you can call me anything and anytime you want to baby." I only knew your name because Ashley told me. DJ dragon alias Tommy Nagasaki. That's Japanese right?" "Dog... I'm not THAT old, am I? Star? Nice name. Yeah, Took Nagasaki, but I'm third generation American and don't speak a word of Japanese. That dude giving me the evil eye isn't your boyfriend by any chance?" star"Well the average age here is 18 so that makes you an old timer even though your only what 24-25. He-he. I'll have to start calling you Gramps. Who do you mean ?" I follow his glance towards Fred. Why WS he's giving Tommy a filthy look. We had only spoken for a moment before HE had walked away."Oh, you mean Fred. No he's not my boyfriend. In fact that was the first time I had spoken to him. I'm not seeing anyone just now. In fact not really seen anyone for months." "Gramps, eh? Trying to make me feel like Humbert? How about if I call you Lolita," Tommy quipped. He segued into "Ruby," took Star's hand and led her out into the dance space. Star"If you call me Lolita does that mean I have to act sexy ---- like this?" I pull him against my body. Put my arms around his neck, drawing his head down to mine. My lips finding his, my tongue licking long his bottom lips before I suck it gently inside my mouth. Fred was looking at Star and that guy he didn't know the name of. Looked like they had a good time. It was so typical. Every girl didn't like Fred because of his personal image, or they thought of him as a loner. This could be his night, but only if he could have Star alone, either willingly or by force. His hate against the world was strong. Fred walked up to the turntable to see if he had some music he liked. Jenny Caine Jenny Caine5’2” short red hair, blue-eyes and slightly freckled. Wearing red shorts over a blue bikini Jenny arrived at the party with a feeling of trepidation fluttering in her stomach. The same feeling she always got whenever she was around Ashley and her beautiful friends like Star. They never failed to make her feel small, gawky and insignificant. It wasn’t even Ashley’s fault Amy felt like an interloper, in the years they had been next door neighbors Ashley had even kindly tried to include Jenny in some of her parties and activities. Like this one. So, squashing down the butterflies in her stomach, Jenny reaches to knock on the door but instead sees it has been left open and walks into the house. She manages friendly, if slightly aloof, smile for the growing crowd of strangers as she passes through the living room to the backyard. She places the bottles of booze she brought with her on the wet bar and makes herself a strong drink before finding a comfortable chaise in the sun to relax and sip her drink. Spying Ashley, she gives the other girl a friendly wave but doesn’t want to interrupt her. Jenny sits back, relaxes and listens to the music. DJ Dragon pull him against my body. Put my arms around his neck, drawing his head down to mine. My lips finding his, my tongue licking long his bottom lips before I suck it gently inside my mouth. My heart starts racing. I react on instinct and wrap her body against mine. I feel her breasts pressing into my chest as she sucks on my lip. As she releases it, I plant numerous soft kisses on her lips. I grip one of her soft, round cheeks with one hand pulling her tight against me and whisper in her ear, "that's a nice start..." Fred was actually impressed by the music the DJ had brought. This got him in a better mood, and he had forgotten all about Star. Maybe he was getting a little tipsy already, who knew? He suddenly saw a girl wearing red shorts. My God, she was cute. But who was she? Fred couldn't recall her face. He walked over to her and sat down beside her, in an innocent way. Like he was not trying to get her attention, just sit there. But he had her in his eyes all the time. Malcolm LuckyGirl1313 said: Ashley returned to the deck where the party was actually starting to grow. She saw Malcolm, waiting for her on the dance floor so she went over to him. "So, where were we?" Click to expand... Malcolm smiled and pulled her into his arms again. "I think we were right about here to continue with our dance." He smiled at her as he held her in his arms. He still had feelings for her, but wasn't going to let her know right away. star Tommy says "that's a nice start..." As he pulls me closer we kiss softly, I can feel the start of his erection grind against me. I rub my thigh against the outside of his right thigh. My legs now astride his as I rub my crotch against it." How about now?" Jenny Caine Jenny can’t help but notice the big blonde sitting next her although at first she tries to pretend she doesn’t. She sips from her drink, nervously and faster than she would like, soon feeling the combination of sun and alcohol on her warm skin. She shifts slightly on her lounge and quickly takes another look at him, trying to remember if she has met him or even seen him before. Tall, blue-eyes, long blond hair, like a Viking… afraid she'll be caught peeking at him, she flashes an apprehensive smile and returns her attention to her drink but soon finds she is sucking air from an empty glass. “Damn.” DJ Dragon"How about now?"" Now is fabulous," I say as she grinds her crotch against my thigh. Let's see, there's about 12 minutes left on this cut, and I've pitched a major tent in my slacks. Ol' Fred seems to have lost interest in Star and is trying to catch the attention of a cute redhead who just arrived. I move Star around so that my erection is pressing against the front of her shorts and start dry humping to the slow beat of the song. After all, that's all 'dirty dancing' is, is dry humping. I push up my shades and stare directly into those deep blue eyes. I'm hard as a rock, but a long, long way from embarrassing myself. "Emptied your glass, miss? Aw, that's a pity. You should've gotten two glasses at the same time. That's what I always do. Now, enough of that. I haven't seen you around, sweetie." He teased her by drinking slowly from his own glass, looking at her reaction. His shirt was still wet, drops of water stopped when they reached his leather cuff lings. star Tommy moves me around to hide his growing bulge. A very distinctive and large one at the. So firm against me, it's like moving against a piece of wood.*no pun intended*I start to grind my pussy against him, rocking my hips, circling them against him. His tongue finding its way inside my mouth. Man he's good, I start to wonder"when do you get a break so we can take this further, Dragon?" 'Ruby' is coming to the climax and I think it's about time for my first break. I speak softly into Star's ear, "I need to queue up a mixtape. It'll give us about half an hour to get to know each other...so to speak..." I guide her back to my boards and pop in a cassette. As soon as the Pumpkins reach the acoustic coda I cross-fade to the tape and pot up the mic. "Time for me to take a little break right now, but the tunes continue. Hang around, 'cause the Dragons Flame light show starts at dusk, and we go into full on rave mode. It's going to be a good time for all. I'm DJ Dragon, and I'll be back in a bit." I turn down the mic and fade up the tape, mostly nu-metal mixed with pop-punk. Putting my arm around Star I say, "Okay, Lolita, where can we get a little privacy?" star"okay my fiery Dragon lets go extinguish those flames down by the boathouse. It's too early for the other's to have thought of it. Follow me." I kiss him the take his hand, and we head down to the shore at the other end of the garden. Two minutes and we're inside the boathouse. I lock the door behind us." Don't want any unwanted interruptions"I let my hands roam over his chest feeling his toned muscles under the thin material. My hips grinding against his cock that is severely tenting his pants. Jenny Caine She watches him sip from his and wishes she had another drink… or maybe a couple of shots. He has an impressive presence, and it seems to be having an effect on her. “No.” she tells herself, ‘it is the booze and the heat. Not, the Viking in leather.” Nevertheless, she shifts uncomfortably on the lounge and wishes her little red shorts weren’t quite so tight.“Are you drinking a beer or something harder?” She swallows, “Will you share one with me or make me get up for my own?” DJ Dragon let my hands roam over his chest feeling his toned muscles under the thin material. My hips grinding against his cock that is severely tenting his pants. With one hand holding on to that magnificent bottom of hers, I reach around with the other and unfasten her bikini top, allowing two pale globes to tumble out, their brown nipples hard and crinkly. I lean down and circle my tongue lightly around one areola, then the other, flicking the hard nubbin of the unattended breast with my free fingers as I do so. star Tommy's hand play with one nipple while he sucks the other. The other squeezing my ass. I move my own hands down to the buttons on his shirt and undo them one at a time kissing the bit of fresh flesh revealed each time until there are no more to do. I am now on my knees in front of him undoing the button on his pants. Furthermore, I take hold of the zipper between my teeth and lower it. His cock straining against his boxers my cheek rubbing against it." Now what happens next Dragon?" This is whiskey, miss. I don't think you can take it to be honest. You might do something you'll regret, and I don't want that. But since you want one, I can get it for you." Fred got up and walked over to the booze. The bottle of whiskey was barely touched, so he had plenty for himself. He tried to show his best side walking towards her. But he almost tripped and spilled it over her shorts. Fred ran and sat down beside her. She hadn't showed any emotion yet, but he wanted to be on the safe side. So he tried to use some napkins to dry it up. And it was very close to where her pussy would be. Wonder how she would take it. DJ Dragon"Now what happens next Dragon?"" This is what happens next, Lolita." I opened the fly of my boxers and released my little dragon. I'm fairly large for an Asian, but not up to the standards for some of the blacks I've seen in porn. Furthermore, I just like to make sure I'm better at using what I have than anyone else. Furthermore, I place my hand on the back of Star's head and gently guide her mouth to the flared red head of my cock.IOC: bbl...gotta do some actual work. StarI'd heard Asian men were smaller made than most, but Tommy was a decent size - around 6–6 1/4 inches maybe 4 in girth. I had had bigger but some of those were useless - they just plunged in - no foreplay, nothing. We'll have to wait and see if my Dragon man knew better, after all he was a bit older and hopefully wiser. He holds my head down near his cock, I take the hint and slide my mouth over the inflamed head, sucking as I pull my head back. Letting it leave my mouth with a popping sound. My eyes watching his face as I hold the base of his cock with my fingers and place my mouth back over it. As my head moves up and down him taking in a bit more each time until my nose is against his toned stomach. Holding my head still, he is easy to deep throat being that size. Jenny Caine“Whiskey?” she says when he offers, “I’ll give it a try.” She watches him move to the bar and back, thinking he moves well. So, she is surprised when he trips and spills the drink the on her lap. And even more surprised when he starts rubbing her shorts, so close to her pussy. Instinctively, her hips shifts slightly and push up against his warm hand. She can’t decide which is more distracting warm hand or the cool whiskey dripping between her thighs. In a flustered but not angered voice, almost giggling, “No, please stop.” She lifts her hips off of the lounge and tries to wiggle out of her whiskey soaked shorts, “Really, look it doesn’t matter, I can take them off.” But the tight little shorts put up a struggle and as they slide over her hip they try to take her bikini bottom with them. She pulls the bottom up before revealing more than a few red curls. Triumphantly, she tosses the shorts over her head and lies on the lounge in her blue bikini. Trying not to seem like a prude or a jerk, she says a grin, “My names Jenny. That whiskey was good. Can I have another?” Name: Package: 25Clothing: Shorts and t-shirt, no shoes Was just walking by and heard the party going on, so decided to ring the doorbell and check it out. From the loud music and laughter, these people seemed cool to hang with. Rings the doorbell "Nice to meet you Jenny, I'm Fred by the way. Your bikini is rather cute, I think. Let me go get you another drink. I'm so clumsy sometimes." Fred walked to the table again, filled another glass and returned. He could see she wasn't too sure about drinking that whiskey. He looked down at her bikini bottom. Fred thought he could see a wet stain. But was it the previous whiskey or? DJ Dragon"Louis that's nice," I groan as she takes me deep. I let her head bob a couple more times and then pull her up, giving her lips a long, deep kiss. As our tongues dance I unfasten her shorts and push them down over her butt, to slide down to her ankles. She deftly steps out of them without breaking the kiss, so I guide her backwards until she lays back on a large pile of life preservers. She still has bikini bottoms on, but I untie the strings on either side and pull them off. I push her thighs gently apart and kneel between them, lowering my head to softly blow across the silky, smooth skin. Stare lays me back and blows across my shaven pussy..........ohhhhhhhhhh. The air as it hits the damp skin makes it feel like having ice water dropped on my clit. My hands go to my breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples as he runs his tongue over my outer lips teasing my clit which is standing like a sentinel between them." Tommy, that feels good but what I really need is your tongue at my clit and pussy. Before you fuck me with that cock of yours" DJ Dragon"I always honor requests," I grin, then cover her bare pussy with my mouth, running my tongue up along the slit until I hit the magic button. My tongue flutters over it until I take it between my lips and gently suck, eliciting a shuddering moan from Star. I raise her thighs onto my shoulders and go to work in earnest, sliding a finger of my left hand into the damp passage below her clit and reach up to knead her massive right tit with my other hand. My finger slides in and out several times and is then joined by another finger. I take a break from her clitoris and start to suck on her inflamed labia. Jenny Caine“No problem, Fred. It happens to everyone.” She says before he walks away to get another whiskey. As she watches him move to the bar, she slips her finger into her bikini bottom and adjusts it. She pulls her wet finger out and knows it wasn’t just the whiskey that made her suit damp. Jenny can’t help it, but she has to admit to herself that Fred the Viking is really getting to her. She smiles and blushes a little at the thought and remembers how quickly her body reacted to his touch. How she pushed herself into his hand and nearly spread her legs before she caught herself.“Thank you, Fred.” She says when he returns. She reaches up to take the glass and wonders if he notices how full her breasts look in her stringy top and hopes she is displaying her assets well. Furthermore, she squirms her legs together when she sees him looking at her bikini bottom, and she hopes he blames the dampness on the spilled drink. Embarrassed, she takes a huge swallow of the whiskey and is surprised to find herself enjoying the warmth it spreads throughout her body.“Its getting really hot, don’t you think? How about a dip?” star"jeeeeeeezus Tommy. Where'd you learn to do that? My pussy's on fire. At this rate I'll be coming in 30 seconds flat. None of me ex's has hit the spot so quickly." I hope he doesn't stop anytime soon........anytime ........ever. My body gives another involuntary shudder, causing me to raise my hips and grind my pussy into his face. DJ Dragon Star grinds her pussy on my mouth, raising her hips in the process. I let go of her tit and bring my right hand down to her pussy, replacing the fingers of my left hand. The left, now covered in pungent female lubricant probes the tightly puckered rosebud of her anus and slowly, steadily pushes inward. My tongue returns to her clit and continues its assault. I wonder if I could make her cum before I even get my cock into her. Stare removed his hand from my pussy I groaned in disappointment. It was short-lived as he replaced those fingers with his other hand. Then he did something that took me by surprise. He stuck one of the well lubed fingers in my ass. My body trying to expel the intruder. It felt strange but good. His tongue lashed my clit his fingers moving inside both my holes at once. I'm really close to coming now"Toooommmmmmeeeeeeee" DJ Dragon Now Star was really starting to thrash around. She cried out my name. I think she's awfully close to the edge. Should I push her over or pull her back...? StarI feel like my insides are ready to explode. Tommy has me simmering on the edge of orgasm, but he is hesitating ......why?" Tommy.....what's wrong.......why did you stop..........please I need to cum...please baby "What has he stopped for? That's when he speaks......."what do you want now then" “Its getting really hot, don’t you think? How about a dip?” Click to expand... "Sure, you look like you are prepared for it. Would be nice to cool off a little. Nice outfit by the way, and I do like what's inside of it too. I'll let the lady lead the way." Jenny Caine“Oh, thank you,” Jenny says with a bright smile, “This’ll be fun.” She finishes off the whiskey, and finds the DJ’s bass is echoing in her ears. She tosses her head to shake it off, but that only makes her light-headed. Jenny decides to head to the beach to get away from the pounding music. She picks up her bag, “Come on, this way.” She leads him past the bar, where she stops for another drink before heading down the short path to house’s beachfront. After placing her drink in the sand, she carefully spreads out a large beach towel.“That’s where I live.” She says as she gestures to the house next door. “So, if you need anything you didn’t see at the party, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to get it for you.” She takes one last sip of her drink before running into the water. She nearly jumps out again as the cold water hits her whiskey-warmed pussy. But after the heat of the afternoon, the cold water feels refreshing. Jenny just hopes he doesn’t notice her little nipples are hard and erect within her blue bikini. Ashley smiled as Malcolm took her back into her arms. She looked up into his eyes as they moved with the music." I think we were more like this..." She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him softly, opening her eyes to see his response. Sensing no objection, she pulled him deeper into the kiss, her tongue massaging his. She pressed her hips against, wanting to be closer. If he still didn't know she had feelings for him, she was at least going to get some sexual satisfaction out of the evening. “Come on, this way.” Click to expand... He walked behind her, his eyes focused on her cute ass and her nice bikini. Fred was enjoying himself now. Jenny started to run out in the water." Damn", he thought. He didn't have any swimwear. The only thing he could do was to take of his pants and bathe in his boxers. Fred took of his already wet t-shirt and his pants. His boxers were white, so Jenny might see through the fabric. But he didn't care. He had seen that she was turned on already. Fred ran after her into the water, splashing water with his hands. He didn't know he was doing, he suddenly grabbed her head and gave her the longest kiss he had ever shared. Malcolm LuckyGirl1313 said: Ashley smiled as Malcolm took her back into her arms. She looked up into his eyes as they moved with the music. "I think we were more like this..." She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him softly, opening her eyes to see his response. Sensing no objection, she pulled him deeper into the kiss, her tongue massaging his. She pressed her hips against, wanting to be closer. If he still didn't know she had feelings for him, she was at least going to get some sexual satisfaction out of the evening. Click to expand... Malcolm kissed her back with passion, and was pressing his growing erection against her. "Oh god baby, can you feel what you are doing to me?" He grabbed her ass, and lifted her into his arms. "Shall we go someplace more private?" "Oh god baby, can you feel what you are doing to me?" Ashley could feel his erection, and it was making her more and more aroused." Shall we go someplace more private?" He lifted her up in his arms and Ashley smiled, "My bedroom. Upstairs." When they finally made it to the bedroom, Ashley was pulling at his clothes to take them off. She pushed him against her dresser and kissed him passionately, pushing herself against his erection. "Mmm..." She moaned into the kiss. Jenny Caine Jenny felt herself being kissed before she realized what was happening. Her head, locked in his hands as the waves pushed her against him, she had no choice but to grab on. She wrapped her arms around Fred’s shoulders and held on tight. She kissed him back, her hot pick tongue tasting his. Pressed against him, she couldn’t resist the urge rub her nipples against his chest and felt a wet heat between her legs despite the cold water. One arm still wrapped around his shoulder, she explored his back with her free hand, her fingers reflexively digging in to his muscles whenever a wave threatened to knock her off balance. She bravely dared to let her hand move lower, to the wet material of his boxers, as she felt her body tingle with his long kiss. Fred held Jenny with his strong arms. These waves were quite big for this time of year. He could feel her nipples getting hard through her sexy top. While kissing, he moved his left arm from her face to her back. Exploring every inch from her shoulders, down her spine to her ass. Fred let his hand slip down underneath her bottoms, feeling her naked flesh, playing with it. Despite the cold water, Fred could feel he was getting excited. And his boxers didn't leave anything for Jenny's imagination. He broke their kiss, Jenny seemed surprised. Fred turned on all his charm now. He first did some slow dance moves before he lifted her high up in the air, with his arms stretched out. Jenny Caine The cold spray of the waves left a chill on Jenny’s flesh that is warmed by the touch of Fred’s hand as it moves down her back. A charged thrill shivers through her as she feels it slip into her suit and play with her ass. The kiss is broken and Jenny is disappointed but only until the dance begins. Without thinking, she presses her hips against, needing know if he is becoming as excited as she is. She can feel his bulge pressing against her and that excites her even more. She reaches down to touch……and with the squeal, Jenny finds herself in the air. Furthermore, she looks down at Fred and smiles. Furthermore, she laughs as her breath comes quickly through her parted lips, as she is caught in the excitement of the moment. Furthermore, she tries to reach out and touch him. When Jenny laughed, Fred felt a sudden urge to laugh along. He held the most beautiful girl in his hands. Her breasts were perfect, and her nipples were clearly visible in the sun. Fred brought her down and stroke her hair. Fred exposed her breasts gently, pulling the top aside. And they were prettier than he had imagined. All he could do was to stroke them, massage the nipples while he kissed her. The bulge in his boxers didn't get any smaller. Fred could feel the water surrounding them, cooling them off. But at least he couldn't be cooled off. He thought about if this was just some fooling around and get back to the party or something else would happen Jenny Caine Jenny moans softly into Fred’s kiss as the cool water sprayed on to her breast is warmed by his touch. She feels a fire kindle inside of her and reaches for him, one hand wrapping around his shoulder into his beautiful blond hair and the other trailing down his waist to his bulging boxers. Her shameless reaction to his body and his touch startles her, and she pauses for a second before giving in to heat that is taking over her. Her moan is louder as she snakes her hand into his boxers and realizes her wants her too. With no plan in mind, Jenny wraps her little hand around him and teases his cock. Just having him in her hand raises her excitement to a new level and her chest heaves as her breath become shorter and quicker. Malcolm LuckyGirl1313 said: "Oh god baby, can you feel what you are doing to me?" Ashley could feel his erection, and it was making her more and more aroused. "Shall we go someplace more private?" He lifted her up in his arms and Ashley smiled, "My bedroom. Upstairs." When they finally made it to the bedroom, Ashley was pulling at his clothes to take them off. She pushed him against her dresser and kissed him passionately, pushing herself against his erection. "Mmm..." She moaned into the kiss. Click to expand... Malcolm was kissing her back just as passionately, and pulling her clothing off of her. "Oh god this is so right. I love you Ashley." He ran his hands all over her body, and grinding his erection into her. He could feel her hand inside his boxers. Fred let out a weak moan, a hint to her that she didn't have to stop. Her nipples were as hard as ever. Fred took one step back. Right there, he started to strip while they were in the water. Now he was standing naked, with his underwear in his hands. Fred tried to throw it back on land, but to no use. They floated away, a lucky person on the other side would pick them up. Fred walked up to her again, bending slightly to kiss each of her nipples and biting them playfully. He could hear her moans, and he could bet her suit wasn't just wet because of the ocean. Jenny Caine Her knees weak, Jenny nearly collapses as Fred steps away from her. Feeling vulnerable and rejected, she covers her breasts with hands and is surprised by hardness of her own nipples, but she can’t take her eyes off of him. She blinks a few times as she realizes he is stripping in the water, and she laughs merrily as he tosses aside his boxers. Moans of sheer pleasure escape her swollen lips as his teeth playfully bite her nipples. She squirms to get closer to him. Without thinking, she raises her knee and wraps her leg around him… anything to get closer. She feels him, so close to her, against her skin, against her suit, all she knows is that she wants more. She wants it all. She quickly looks around the beach and seeing no one nearby; she unties her top and tosses it away. Jenny looked so sexy when she threw her top away. She was truly a goddess with her breasts in the free, no sagging at all. Fred was quite surprised when she threw her leg around him. His hard cock was pressing against her suit. Her kiss was as wet as the ocean itself. All that mattered were him and her, Fred and Jenny. His hands were placed confide non her ass again, wanting that suit to come completely off. Jenny Caine Standing in the water, half-naked while her bikini top floats away, Jenny hangs on to Fred. She writhes with delight as his hands take hold of her ass. Thinking he is helping, she unties the knots that hold it together and wiggles out of it. She is naked and in his arms, nothing matters but hundreds of little sparks shooting through her body and the empty ache between her legs. She can feel his cock against her bare skin, near her pussy. Furthermore, she arches her back and throws back her head, looking up at him her eyes tell him what she wants, what she needs. She pulls herself up to him, and in a voice heavy with desire, she moans his name. Her moaning of his name made him reply the same way. Both of them naked, like God created them. Fred pulled her closer, kissing her. Her breasts were squeezed between them, they were that close. His cock could easily penetrate her pussy if he gave a little room for it to stand out, so it was in full length. But now it was pressed between their bodies. His hands were exploring her naked body. Her face, arms, hips and her ass. There were so many places he wanted to touch, but he didn't have enough arms. All Fred wanted to be to remember this moment for the rest of his life. Those two, naked in the water, standing tall again smother nature with the sun as a witness. Jenny Caine Fred moans her name and the sound vibrates although her body. He kisses her, and she feels her breasts pressed hard against chest. As his hands explore her body, she gives in to the need to touch him, again. She runs fingers through his hair. Jenny plays her hands across his chest, down his stomach, up his back and over his shoulders. She entwines her arms around his neck and jumps up. Holding on to him, she wraps her legs around him. With arms and legs around him, she holds herself to him as tightly as she can. Smiling, she looks into his eyes and laughs as if sharing a secret. As her grip weakens, she begins to slide. Fred looked deeply into her eyes, while holding her with a firm grip. He thought this would be a good picture. While kissing, he lifted her up, carrying her up onto the beach and laid her on the towel. Fred laid down too, grabbing her face with his hand to kiss her, his hand wandered from her face to her breast. Coping it while caressing it. He felt his cock had needs, but Jenny had first priority. He didn't care if someone saw them, this was heaven. They could hear the waves coming onto the beach, it sounded so relaxing. Fred felt braver. He moved his hand from her breast down to her pussy, it was warm and wet. Jenny Caine Jenny keeps her arms around Fred's neck as he carries her to the towel. Afraid that the spell will break if she releases him, she doesn’t want to let go, she doesn’t want the magic to end. When he lays her on the towel and lies down next to her, she can, for the first feel the true warmth of his skin. She stretches out, arms over her head and basks in it. When he kisses her and cups her bare breast she feels the comforting warmth start to turn into a burning heat. Her hands cup Fred’s face and her fingers slide through his hair as he kisses her and her tongue dashes to play with his. He can feel the muscles beneath her stomach flutter as his hand slides down to her naked pussy. Jenny moans and her thighs open at the touch of his hand, and he finds she is warm and wet, and ready for his touch. She runs her hands along his arms, his chest and back. Sharing her warmth with him as the evaporating water cools their bodies; she reaches for his cock, feeling his need and wanting to satisfy it. At first, she gently runs fingers up and down the shaft and draws delicate little designs on his balls as she sighs his name. He could feel her gentle touch on his shaft. Fred couldn't help himself but let out some moans. Jenny knew what she was doing. And he loved the thing she did with his balls. It felt funny, but good. No other girl had the touch Jenny had. Their eyes were open, looking at each other with passion. Both of them knew where this was going. Fred decided to take charge, he laid on his back and lifted Jenny up. She was now sitting on top of him. Both his hands were now free, coping each breast while giving them a good massage. Jenny and Fred met with a kiss, and his cock was pointing towards the sky. She could feel it behind her ass. Fred let her decide when she wanted to be penetrated. Jenny Caine Jenny slid back until she felt Fred’s cock against the warm wet of her cunt. She barely resisted the urge to impale herself on him. Jenny wanted to feel Fred inside her, to know every inch of him for few moments before the frenzied hunger overwhelmed her again. She whimpered as the head of his cock entered her and her back arched as she felt him go deeper and deeper into her cunt. Finally, when she could take no more, she sat up, tossed back her head and let out a triumphant cry. Her breath came in heavy pants as she squeezed Fred’s cock inside her, and she relished the feeling. Unable to keeps still any longer her, she moved up and down on him. The walls of her cunt squeezed as tight as could be, desperate for every sensation. She started losing control and moved faster and faster as the powerful sensations flooded through her little body. Fred smiled at her when she lifted herself to get him inside of her. He was the kind of person who didn't say much during the act. But his face showed his feelings. He could feel that she was tight, her muscles were all around his cock. The whole shaft was inside of her. Fred wanted Jenny to stay like this for a moment, the most intimate moment two persons could share. His hands wandered all over her thighs, rubbing them and squeezing them. Fred thought he could see her clit, but he was too shy to do anything. His anatomy skills weren't the best. He could feel his heart rate got bigger, his face turning red. This was the best way of training. Fred looked at Jenny, totally caught up at the moment. Jenny Caine Jenny was incapable of rational thought. She changed from a woman sharing a moment of sublime intimacy with a man into a little animal trying to control a larger beast. Her knees were spread wide in the sand as she straddled Fred’s hips, his cock inside her as she rode it, her juices flowed on to him. She could not control the wordless sounds that came from her swollen lips. Her breasts bounced as her pace quickened. Her hands fluttered through her hair and across her skin as they searched for something to hold on to. They found Fred’s hands on her thighs. Jenny grabbed on to his forearms and pulled with all her strength. Her knees dug into the sand as she used his strength to grind into him with the circular rhythm of her hips. This new motion brought her so close to the edge that her muscles begun the undeniable contractions that had only one possible end. She found her voice and through deep heaving breaths she begged, “Please…cum with me… I can’t wait.” She shook her head wildly, tossing her hair about her face. “Please, now.” The quivering waves of her cunt along Fred’s cock made Jenny’s meaning inescapable. Fred looked at her breasts bouncing. It was really erotic. He could feel her pace quickening. Jenny's muscles had a firm grip around his cock. He stretched his arm to her pussy. Her juices were flowing. Fred fingered her clit, and he put his finger, full of juices, in his mouth. She tasted heavenly. Jenny wanted to taste herself. That was easily taken care of. Fred fingered her a little bit more, let her lick his fingers clean. He was sure, she had made a print of them in the sand. She was thrusting hard. Fred couldn't keep UT with her much longer. The contractions of her muscles confirmed she was in the same boat. Jenny bends down to his face. She was lying on top of him, kissing him. His hands were all over her back and her ass. Suddenly he couldn't hold it any longer. He shot his load deep into her body, Fred's body was shaking in spasms, unable to control it. Jenny Caine She leaned over him, her hands in the sand, her nipples brushing his chest, she kissed lips and gave him a tiny taste of the juice her drew from her. Looking at him, she knew he was cumming before she felt it, she saw it in his eyes. As Fred’s cock shot his hot cum into her, Jenny’s entire body responded. His orgasm was her orgasm. Her cunt instinctively gripped and released his cock in a primitive reflex to squeeze every drop from him while intensifying their physical sensations. Her small body rocked and convulsed, her hips undulated against him as she rode out wave after wave of uncontainable pleasure. She had no words for what she felt; instead she released the primal cries of sexual fulfillment. As the raging feeling slowly faded she stretched her arms over her head; her back arched as she threw her head and looked up at the sky. She felt their mixed juices flowing from between her still spread legs; she looked down at Fred, smiled and said, “Wow.” From Jenny's stuttering, Fred knew she had enjoyed it. He could feel he had emptied himself inside her. Jenny laid gently on top of him. Her arms were stroking his long blonde hair. A large amount of short kisses were shared, like two lovebirds who were flirting. Maybe they were lovebirds? Nobody knew at this moment. His cock was still inside of Jenny, but not so hard anymore. She smelled like a true woman should smell, Fred couldn't deny that. Suddenly took Fred both of his legs around her ass, pressing them together. He didn't want them to separate. After a while, Fred got hard again. This was something new, he had never gotten hard so fast. This girl on top of him must be really awesome. He made them switch places, he was now on top of her. Jenny's breasts were free, nipples to die for. Fred sucked on both nipples, while looking at her face. She was sweaty, but happy. Jenny blushed slightly on her cheeks with surrounded her beautiful smile. Jenny Caine Jenny smiled as they kissed. She couldn’t stop herself. She was so sure he would walk away after she behaved like such a horny slut. But no, Fred was being so sweet still. Her eyes widened in surprise as she experienced something she had never felt before. Fred was getting hard again, while still inside her. Getting so hard so quickly, she blushed. Suddenly, she was on her back, she looked at him as he pressed her into the sand and his mouth sucked and teased her nipples. She smiled down at him as his mouth on her nipples made her moan. She tried to be still and quiet, she didn't want to make any noise, she didn’t want to distract him. Furthermore, she didn’t want him to stop. Furthermore, she wanted to keep him inside her. Furthermore, she didn't want to move, but she had to touch him. Furthermore, she wove her fingers in his hair, trailed them across his shoulders, tried to reach down his back. "Don't fight it, let all your feelings succumb to this moment." I love you Jenny, I truly do," he whispered softly. Fred started to lift his pelvic area slowly. Letting his cock come slowly out. Her muscles tried to fight it, hold it inside of her. When only the head was left, he eased down on her, letting her pussy get every inch. Fred supported himself by having his elbows in the hot sand, right beside her breasts. Jenny lifted her head. With her eyes she said she wanted to kiss more. Fred first kissed her forehead before their lips sealed once more. He could feel her hands fondling around in his long hair. Fred liked it, it felt sensual. From they're her hands went to his back. It was a sign which said she didn't want this to end. Jenny Caine Jenny sighed happily as Fred eased himself back into her, her body aroused by the slow sensuality of his movements. Naked and vulnerable, she clung to him as his words soothed her. She was no longer afraid, and her eyes expressed the tender faith she had in him. Her body moved with his and inspired a passion so different from the fire of their first time together. Her hands on his body are not the frenzied grasping of before, they are the hands of a woman exploring the body of her lover; her touch is long and sensual as her hands discover the natural pleasure of stroking him. She used all of her body to touch him, and her actions were slow and deliberate, passion in a slow burn, not a frenzied fire. She kissed his blond head as he kissed her breasts, but she waited with anticipation for his lips to return to hers. Fred had so many places he wants to kiss, lick or suck. Her naked body was like a temple. Jenny's breasts seemed jealous when he reached up to her face. Jenny held her eyes open, waiting for the inevitable, the long sensual kiss. She was the master of kissing, Fred thought. His hands were all over the place, her hips, her breasts and her face. After a couple of seconds into the kiss, her reached down to her pussy, playing with her clit. Touching it in a circular motion. Jenny moaned while kissing, her legs pressing him down. His cock was deep, deep in her pussy. Jenny Caine Jenny lost track of Fred’s hands as he was kissing her. She moaned into his kiss as her tongue tasted his and the wonderful sensations of his touch on her skin started to meld together as if he was touching her every place at once. She didn’t notice Fred moving his hand to her clit, she only felt the thrill of his touch. Furthermore, she couldn’t help herself; instinctively she raised her hips, increasing the pressure of his hand. Her body quivered and her hunger for him grew stronger. She held him tighter against her body and inside her. As Jenny raised her hips, Fred lowered his. The result was obvious. An intense session of lovemaking, kissing and touching. He could feel her moistness on her sex with his hand. As an impulsive reaction, he let her taste herself again. Jenny kissed Fred right after, sharing her juices with him. Fred suddenly pulled out his cock, giving her a quick kiss before he lowered his head between her legs. Inserting fingers slowly as he sucked on her clit. Jenny could only arch her back as a response. Jenny Caine Jenny stretched out like a bowstring at Fred’s touch. The feelings of controlled sensual passion rising to a fiery heat as his fingers slowly slide into her, and he sucked her on clit. She couldn't help arching herself against him, taking his fingers deeper inside, pushing against his mouth. Her hands were constantly in motion, needing to touch what she could reach of him. His beautiful hair, his neck, his shoulders, her fingers played across is skin until finally she has to stop and grab helplessly at the sand as she felt the orgasm building in her, nearly ready to escape. Fred could feel her orgasm was drawing nearer. Jenny's moans and feverish color in her face told him. And her pussy was really wet. Fred licked all up, tasting her again and again. He could not get enough. The thought of maybe Jenny was a squirter had crossed his mind, with the moistness of her pussy. Fred's hands pressed her bottom up, letting he gets better access to her pussy. He was glad nobody had showed up, with the perfect weather. "Oh god this is so right. I love you Ashley." Ashley was in the process of stripping his clothes off when he said this. She stopped and looked up at him, "I love you, too." Her saying this could only make this encounter more passionate. She had been waiting for a very long time to know if he felt the same way. She gripped his pants and underwear, pushing them to the floor while he stepped out of them. Her erection sprung out at her as she stood back up. She pulled him over to her bed and she crawled onto the bed, giving him a great view of her shaved pussy from the back as she made her way up to the pillows. She laid back against the pillows, facing him, and said, "Are you coming?" Jenny Caine loveroleplay said: Fred could feel her orgasm was drawing nearer. Jenny's moans and feverish color in her face told him. And her pussy was really wet. Fred licked all up, tasting her again and again. He could not get enough. The thought of maybe Jenny was a squirter had crossed his mind, with the moistness of her pussy. Fred's hands pressed her bottom up, letting he gets better access to her pussy. He was glad nobody had showed up, with the perfect weather. Click to expand... Jenny groaned and tossed her head as Fred lifted her ass into the air. She wrapped her flailing legs around his shoulders, unwilling to let him go, desperate for him to take her to the end, to make her cum. She slid her hands over her taunt stomach and up her chest, grabbing her breasts and then pinching her little pink nipples. Furthermore, she cried out Fred’s name as her legs squeezed him tightly to her and her juices flowed into his mouth as wave after wave of the powerful orgasm coursed through her body. Malcolm LuckyGirl1313 said: "Oh god this is so right. I love you Ashley." Ashley was in the process of stripping his clothes off when he said this. She stopped and looked up at him, "I love you, too." Her saying this could only make this encounter more passionate. She had been waiting for a very long time to know if he felt the same way. She gripped his pants and underwear, pushing them to the floor while he stepped out of them. Her erection sprung out at her as she stood back up. She pulled him over to her bed and she crawled onto the bed, giving him a great view of her shaved pussy from the back as she made her way up to the pillows. She laid back against the pillows, facing him, and said, "Are you coming?" Click to expand... Malcolm smiled and crawled up onto the bed with her, kissing her deeply. "Not yet, but hopefully soon." He kissed her passionately, letting her know how he had felt for her for some time now. He ran his hand down between them, rubbing her shaved pussy and tweaking her clit a bit. "Are you ready Ashley?" "Not yet, but hopefully soon." Ashley laughed and kissed him deeply, pulling him against her. The heat of his body against hers made her even more aroused. When he touched her moist pussy and tweaked her clit, she moaned, "Ooh, Malcolm..." She kissed him again, biting his lip as he pulled away." Are you ready, Ashley?" She smiled and said, "Oh, yes... I've been ready for months." Jenny groaned and tossed her head as Fred lifted her ass into the air. She wrapped her flailing legs around his shoulders, unwilling to let him go, desperate for him to take her to the end, to make her cum. She slid her hands over her taunt stomach and up her chest, grabbing her breasts and then pinching her little pink nipples. Furthermore, she cried out Fred’s name as her legs squeezed him tightly to her and her juices flowed into his mouth as wave after wave of the powerful orgasm coursed through her body. Click to expand... Fred heard Jenny cry his name out. It made him hornier in an instant wave. Her juices were lovely, a definition of womanhood. One of his hands slid down to his cock, while her orgasm came. Fred played with his balls, shaft and head. It was so hard it had buried itself down in the sand. Jenny hinted with her hands that she wanted to kiss him, and Fred didn't have any objections. He laid on top of her, sharing the sweet taste with the woman who produced the juices. His cock found its way to her pussy very easily. It wasn't long until he'd come as well Jenny Caine Tasting her juices on Fred’s lips, Jenny spread her legs wider; her body begging to have him inside, wanting to share the final receding throws of her orgasm with him. However, as his powerful thrusts pushed into her repeatedly, she felt her hunger rising and she knew she was cumming again. Her hips lifting to meet his, her walls tightening around his cock, her body willing him to cum inside her to share his orgasm with her as she shared hers with him. Malcolm LuckyGirl1313 said: "Not yet, but hopefully soon." Ashley laughed and kissed him deeply, pulling him against her. The heat of his body against hers made her even more aroused. When he touched her moist pussy and tweaked her clit, she moaned, "Ooh, Malcolm..." She kissed him again, biting his lip as he pulled away. "Are you ready, Ashley?" She smiled and said, "Oh, yes... I've been ready for months." Click to expand... Malcolm smiled as he positioned himself, and started to slide in. "Oh you feel so good Ashley." He continued to slide in and out in shallow thrusts, so that she could get used to him. He continued kissing her as he did so. Tasting her juices on Fred’s lips, Jenny spread her legs wider; her body begging to have him inside, wanting to share the final receding throws of her orgasm with him. However, as his powerful thrusts pushed into her repeatedly, she felt her hunger rising and she knew she was cumming again. Her hips lifting to meet his, her walls tightening around his cock, her body willing him to cum inside her to share his orgasm with her as she shared hers with him. Click to expand... As Jenny came once more, he came too. Fred's cum shot right into her womb. Her walls that tightened helped him empty completely. Their lips sealed while his cock was still in her. They rolled over, with Jenny on top. Her breasts were bouncing as she humped him with her last effort. Jenny Caine As their bodies finished their final climactic eruptions, Jenny released a deep and heavy sigh. With Fred still inside her, her legs still straddling his hips, Jenny bent down and leaned her head on his chest. In a soft voice she whispered, “Thank you.” She rested there for a few minutes before her eyes flew wide open.“Oh, god! I don’t have any clothes!” Ashley moaned into their kiss as Malcolm began to slip in and out of her with shallow thrusts. She spread her legs wider to be more accommodating. She kissed him with more passion; their mouths tearing hungrily at one another. She cupped her breasts, massaging them and pinching her swollen nipples. Furthermore, she moaned and pulled away from the kiss, saying, "Oh, Malcolm...harder... I want all of you." Ashley pulled him into another kiss as she felt him begin to thrust deeper. “Oh, god! I don’t have any clothes!” Click to expand... "That's alright, just use your towel. As you said, you don't live very far from here. Now stand up and I'll help you." Jenny and Fred got up, and he helped her with the towel. He made a knot at her breasts so it wouldn't fall of. Fred put on his jeans and shirt. Jenny took his hands and kissed him. Jenny Caine Jenny looks up at Fred and nods." I should go home." She doesn't know what else to say, everything is still so confusing. She just fucked a stranger twice, almost in her own backyard, definitely in her neighbors' yard. It just wasn't like her, she had no idea what had come over her." I have to go home." she whispers and, clutching her towel, turns to head home, all thoughts of the party gone. "I'll walk you home. It would be rude of me not to. Besides, I want to see how you live. A beautiful girl like you must live in a very nice home." Candy wine said: IOC: Sorry Black Thunder, my mistake, I am fixing it. I read what you said his name was wrong. Candy looked at who had addressed her and smiled. "Hey Byron, good to see you here." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek in greeting. "Your looking good, having fun since we finally got out of the school?" She sipped her drink as she looked him up and down. She had always had a crush on Byron, and she was hoping that he would be there that night. Click to expand... I gave her a quick ass squeeze as I replied"Yea, I've been trying to stay out of trouble. You mind getting me a drink?" Jenny Caine loveroleplay said: "I'll walk you home. It would be rude of me not to. Besides, I want to see how you live. A beautiful girl like you must live in a very nice home." Click to expand... Distracted, Jenny nods, "Yes... it's nice." She holds the towel tighter to her naked body and looks up at Fred once before looking back down at the sand."It's ok, I'll be fine... its just... well, it's been a lot. I need to think." She looks up at him again, "You know my name and where I live, call me sometime... if you want to." She turns and heads up the beach to her own home. "Yes, my lady. I know where I'll find you. I'm going back to the party, hope you join in later." He gave her a last kiss and give her ass a light smack before turning and walking back to the party. Jenny Caine With her chin held high, Jenny walks the first few yards towards her house then breaks into a clumsy run made more difficult by the sand beneath her feet and the towel clutched around her body. She soon disappears on a path leading away from the beach, up the hill and to her home.

End of Summer Bash (Open)|rating:2.0

Future Shock (Beorning and xRebecca)

Future Shock(Elizabeth Mason was probably the most normal, fair, young lady anyone would ever meet. Her skin was as white as lilies in spring, her cheeks always blushing pink, and her eyes filled with the joy of life she had. She was twenty-five and wanted some fun. But being normal had only brought her family troubles, there was nothing she was exceptionally talented at except maybe baking bread, pasties and pastry. What use did playing outside with her younger siblings have to a possible husband? Exactly: NONE. As she was twenty-five and unmarried, her parents invited countless wealthy men over, all of whom didn't catch her interest in the slightest. There was something inside of her that told her to wait until she had that good old-fashioned feeling of love at first sight. But that, was merely a fantasy. When Lizzie stood in the kitchen the other day, kneading the dough thoroughly and brushing the sweat off her forehead, she saw something rather... odd, in the back of her garden. It was as though some thick, bluefish fluid appeared on the grass, spreading wide. But when she stepped on it, things got worse. It felt like she was sucked down ten feet under and blacked out for a moment, only to wake up with someone on top of her. Fearing the worst, she kicked him off." How DARE you treat a lady like that! I demand you PUT ME DOWN, right now!" she said, but soon found out she was powerless against his strong arms. He smelled strange and his coat was something... something foreign, with was appeared to be thousands of little buttons clasped together. "Whom might you be, stranger, to pick me up so shamelessly? What have you done to me?!"(Elizabeth Mason is 5'4 tall, has feminine curves - about a c/d cup - and has long, brown, curly hair. Her eyes are hazel, and she has small hands.) "Oh! Take it easy!", Chris Walker protested, as the young woman delivered a kick at his leg. He released her from his hold and stepped back, raising his hands defensively." I didn't mean any harm," he explained, "I was just walking by and noticed lying you there, on the ground. I thought you might need help, so I checked up on you. Furthermore, I only tried to get you up..." He eyed the woman closely." Are you all right?", he asked, "Or should I call an ambulance?" Elizabeth heavily wriggled in his arms, trying to get down and fell to the floor, letting out a loud "oomph" as she crawled back up and looked him angrily in the eye. "Do I seem to be alright, sir?" she exclaimed, trying to put her hair back into place and brushing the soil off her apron. "Are you somehow drunk, or are you just too visually impaired to notice a woman in shock?! I was just taking a stroll in my backyard, you have no business being here!" she brought out, coughing, and she nearly winced. She almost did. "Now tell me, whom were you going to call? Is it just me, or are we in the middle of nowhere here? Who are you?!" Chris observed the antics of the young woman in front of him with his eyes wide open." My name is Chris...," he replied, when the woman asked who he was, "I drove here to take some photos of the forest. You say that we're on your backyard? I didn't know that this particular place belonged to anyone - I surely don't see any house here..." He looked around to make sure - and no, there were no buildings around. Just the forest and the grassland nearby... "Oh my sweet Lord," Elisabeth brought out, gasping for air as she looked at him. "Are you a pirate of any kind? Some sort of foreign salesman? I really hope you are, because otherwise I must have walked away a very long distance in my sleep. I still have so much to do! Father will kill me if I don't get started with the cheese making today, you see?" She said, very confused by his perfect English syntaxes and pronunciation and even more by his rather... odd looks. "Where are we, if I may ask of you?" Chris looked at the young woman with a growing sense of amazement." We're in Hartford," he replied to her question, "The one close to London, that is. Where do you think we could be?" He frowned." You say... you walk in your sleep? Has this happened to you before.?" "Oh dear... Oh boy," She stuttered, trying to get her mind straight by hitting herself in the face. Nothing happened. She still felt everything and clearly wasn't asleep. "You must be suffering from a severe kind of mental confusion, Mister Chris. We're in Whitby, that's in the North." She frowned at him, maybe even more confused than he was. "Are you pulling some sort of infantile prank on me, Sir? What made you do that? Trying to win a lady's hand by doing that?" As Chris listened to the young woman's words, he grew more and more amazed. Why was she talking like that, in that... old-fashioned way? Come to think about it, her clothes were a bit unusual, too..." Well, no," he replied, "I'm not doing any 'prank'. We *are* in Hartford... See?" He pulled out his smartphone and activated the GPS map. Then, he handed the phone to the young woman... Hugely shocked by the strange device the man had handed her, she dropped it, unsure what to think of it and if it could do her any harm. "What is that? I have never seen such a strange device ever before and again, I demand you to tell me where we are, I have castrated young pigs and will not hesitate to do so with a grown man." She frowned, her temper getting really short. "Whoa", Chris stepped back, raising his hands defensively, "No reason to get nervous, I just wanted to show you where we were..." He kneeled and picked up his smartphone. Then, he eyed the young woman cautiously." Are you sure you're feeling alright?", he asked, eventually, "What's your name, if I may ask?" "I am not nervous in the slightest!" Elizabeth snapped, folding her arms over each other. "I'm Elizabeth Mason, Miss, if you care to know." She said, looking down at her feet and raising her eyebrows, somewhat scared about the little device the man held." And yes, I am feeling perfectly fine. I might just be slightly disorientated and this'll all turn out to be an unpleasant dream." She said, closing her eyes and waiting for her dream to pass, which it didn't. "This is real... Isn't it?" Chris couldn't help raising an eyebrow again." Yes... everything here *is* real," he said, as he pocketed his smartphone and stood up, "Why wouldn't it be?" As much as he tried, he couldn't understand Elizabeth's behavior at all. What was going on here, exactly?" Listen...," he said again, "Maybe I *should* take you to the doctor, after all? You may be feeling all right now, but I *did* find you lying on the ground. And as you say yourself, you are a bit... disorientated..." Elizabeth blinked a few times, trying to wake herself up, and finally started pulling at her hair. "This is a dream... This is a dream..." She told herself, but finally gave up on that when Chris told her everything was real. Everything was there." Are you an angel?" She asked him, trying to get things straight. "Am I... dead?" She added and tried to memorize what had happened. "... This is the year 1856, I will wake up within a second, nothing happened. Stay calm, Lizzie, stay calm." Chris ran his hand through his hair, as he heard Elizabeth mutter to herself. What did she mean, it was 1856.? Chris was beginning to fear that there was something wrong with the young woman's mind..." All right," he said softly, "Please, come with me. My car is a few minutes from here. I'll get you to a doctor... I think you could use it." "Don't touch me! And please-Enlighten me- you're using rather odd words and I really want to know what just happened to me!" Elizabeth screeched, her throat hoarse. "I don't need a doctor, I am feeling... perfectly fine." "But I don't know what has happened to you...," Chris replied, "I only know I found you lying here on the ground. Before that, I was walking around, taking pictures..." He scratched his head, confused." What's the last thing you remember? And what 'odd words' do you mean?" "I was about to put bread in the oven when I saw some strange substance on the grass, and decided to take a look... That's all I remember." Lizzie said, extremely confused by the strange happenings of that day. She tried to calm herself down, but failed dramatically." If you could please tell me what a "CAH" is and what that strange device in your right hand is, I would understand you better." "She was putting bread in the oven?", Chris wondered in his thoughts, "Who does that, these days.?"" You say that, when you saw that thing on the grass, you were in Whitby?", he asked, "Not in Hartford? This makes no sense..." He shook his head." Listen... is this some sort of prank?", he asked, "Am I on TV, or something? You behave like you haven't seen a phone before, you ask me what a car is... What, am I to believe that you're from the 15th century, or something.?" He recalled something." You mentioned the year 1856. Why?" Lizzie frowned and backed away from him, her arms folded. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I AM from Whitby! Whitby in the North, up in Yorkshire, if you care to know," She snapped, now getting rather annoyed as well as scared by the whole situation. "Dear sir, I am sorry to disappoint you, but half of what you're telling me sounds like some sort of foreign language. I must ask you, are you somehow... tipsy? You are asking me strange things- AS A MATTER OF FACT, SIR, THIS IS THE YEAR 1856, you should get your facts straight!" Lizzie exclaimed, her eyes narrowing but still keeping her ladylike expression. Having heard Elizabeth's words, Chris shook his head, both puzzled and astonished." Okay...", he laughed nervously, "... what is going on here? Lady, it's *not* 1856... it's 2013. Again... am I on TV or something?" He looked around, searching for cameras. This had to be a prank... or was this young woman simply delusional? "If only I knew what a Teepee was!" She shouted and sat down on the grass, her arms wrapped around her ankles. The man in front of her was the scariest she had ever met, saying it was 2013. "I just want to wake up! I want to be home!" She cried out the last word, and the emotions rushing through her body got the better of her. Tears trickled down her cheeks and her body shook both with fear and confusion. "Please, sir, tell me what's going on in here?" The sight of Elizabeth crying got the better of Chris. Whoever she was... she seemed to be genuinely distressed." Hey, hey," Chris said, sitting next to Elizabeth, "Calm down. I'm sure we everything will work out..." He sighed." Okay, so... you're not pulling any prank on me. But if not that, then... I don't know what's happening, either. One thing I know is that it's not the year 1856..." He pulled out his cellphone again." See? This is a 21st-century smartphone. Meaning, a better telephone... Telephone... Wait, I guess they were invented after 1856, so you don't know what a telephone is, either..." He hid his smartphone and showed Lizzie his camera instead." See this? It's a photographic camera. You had them in the 19th century... But this is a 21st-century one. Do you see the difference? It is 2013, believe me..." Still shaking, Elizabeth leaned onto Chris's shoulder, needing an embrace from someone as she felt cold and empty on the inside. "Put that away... Is it some sort of weapon?" She asked, sounding like some sort of child. "I cannot believe you... But you're the only one around here, so I suppose that I must. Will you keep me safe in the meantime when I'm trying to find my family? There are a lot of burglars around here and I wouldn't want to... Never mind." She said, her head spinning as she noticed a strong arm had folded itself around her instinctively. Normally she would've kicked any man off who'd get so close to her, but this one... he was an exception. A man from the future. Chris didn't even notice when his arm embraces Elizabeth. She was a stranger, but it looked like she needed consoling..." Sure," he said softly, "I will help you however I can..." In truth, he didn't know what kind of help to give to this strange young woman. Still, he knew he couldn't just abandon her here, all alone... "So youarefrom the future?" She asked, her throat hoarse from the crying. "How did I get here?" She added, questioning just about everything she had heard from him so far. She wasn't used to this, being abducted by some strange force from above. "Well, I *am* from the 21st century...," Chris replied, his voice uncertain, "I'm sure of *that*. But I have no idea how you got here..." Even as he spoke these words, he wondered if he wasn't making a fool of himself. Was he really ready to believe that this strange young woman was... from the past? Suddenly, a fear gripped him. If what she was saying was true... how could he be sure they are in 2013? Maybe they were *both* thrown to some other era.?" Come," he said, "Let's go. I want to check if my car is still where I left it..." Lizzie stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes and walked beside him, still afraid he might do something to her. The man was much taller than she was and broader as well, so she would have a hard time struggling him if she had to. "You'll have to explain a few things before I step into this machine," Lizzie said, her voice shaking as she sat down in the car and looked at all the electronics inside of it. "You are not a man from Mars, are you?" Lizzie asked, her hand resting on his as he started the car. After a few minutes' walk, Lizzie and Chris walked out of the forest and found themselves on a dirt road. Just as Chris remembered, his car was standing there." So, it's still 21st century...", Chris mused. He still couldn't decide whether he believed Lizzie's story... There seemed no point in arguing about it right now, though." Well, it's a... car," he said, when Lizzie expressed her amazement at the 'machine', "It's like a... carriage, only without horses. It has an engine that makes it move on its own..." He smiled weakly, as Lizzie put her hand on his." Don't worry, everything's going to be fine," he said, then started the car and drove it along the dirt road. "Dear me, that's absolutely spiffing!" Lizzie said, her mouth open and her eyes widened with surprise. "Do you still have horses... where you're from?" She asked him, trying to get to know where she was and what she was doing there, but clearly a bit confused by everything around her. It was a great shock, being pulled into the future, and it was most certainly not going to be easy. She'd have to go on, there was no such option as giving up. She needed to get back to her family, but there was something inside of her that told her this man was far from a bad person. Something she couldn't put her finger on. "Horses?", Chris said, as he drove the car along the dirt road, "Yes, we still have them... although nobody uses them for real travel anymore. But there are people who like to ride them from time to time... and there are those horse-riding and horse-racing competitions, too..." After a few minutes' ride, the dirt road ended, connecting to an asphalt road. As Chris drove onto it, Lizzie could see more cars speeding along the road... Lizzie sat back in her seat, watching how her surroundings passed by at a fast speed. "We must be travelling at the speed of light. I'm not used to this at all," She said, looking out of her window but then closing her eyes as she waited for the thing to pass. "Is it safe?" She asked, now grabbing hold of his arm as she was slightly scared of the things she was experiencing at that moment. "Yes, it's safe... relatively," Chris replied, as Lizzie grabbed his arm, "But please, let me focus on the road..." Gently, he removed his arm from Lizzie's grasp and smiled. This woman... she really *did* act as if she was seeing the modern world for the first time... Once again, Chris wondered: was Elizabeth delusional, or... did the impossible happen and a woman from 19th century got transported through time.? As he was thinking on these matters, Chris fell silent and didn't speak for some time. Meanwhile, on the horizon, London's rooftops appeared... Still holding onto his arm and her eyes wide with fear, Lizzie refused to let go of him. "I... Have never seen something like this before. Sorry. You need to focus..." She said, looking at the panel. "I really prefer travelling by horseback... Is that an option for us?" She asked, and squeezed his arm even more. Looking at the rooftops, Lizzie's mouth opened widely. "This... This is the future. It really is." "Travelling on the horseback.?", Chris replied, raising his eyebrows, "No, I'm afraid it's not possible. I don't know how to ride a horse... and I don't own one, either. But don't worry - travelling by car is nothing big. Everybody does it these days..." As the car neared the outskirts of London, Chris could see Lizzie's amazement. It was obvious that the young woman was completely astounded by what she was seeing... even though their surroundings were completely mundane for Chris." So...," he asked, "... have you ever been to London? You're from the north of the country, aren't you?" "My sincerest apologies, Chris," Lizzie said, but still held his hand. "I'm just... still hoping to wake up from this dream. To find myself having had a terrible nightmare. And yes, I do come from the North... Near Richmond, to be more precise." She added, now squeezing his hand tighter than she ever had before, trying not to break his fingers." I live there with my parents and my. My brothers and sisters." She remarked, looking out of the car window. "I see", Chris nodded, "Me, I've been a Londoner all my life. I have to admit that I like living in a big city... I like the rush." He noticed that Lizzie was looking through the window." So, you haven't been here before?", he asked, "If so, just wait until we get to the city center. This? This is just a suburb... Nothing interesting to see, really..." "Don't... use such terms, will you please?" Lizzie said, shaking her head and still looking out of the window as they drove into the city center. She saw buildings taller than she could have ever imagined and thought they'd even top Birmingham Palace. "Is this... London? Really?" "Yes, this is London," Chris replied, "Impressive, isn't it? I guess you didn't have skyscrapers... such tall, glass buildings, I mean... back in the 19th century?" As the car rolled through the streets of the London center, Chris had to slow down. The streets were full of cars - and, occasionally, the streets came unpleasantly close to being clogged." And *this* is London, too", Chris sighed, "Traffic jams. Sometimes I think that too many people here own cars..." "Skyscrapers?" Lizzie asked, her face now covered in a faint, fake smile, realizing she wasn't waking up from this and that this was bound to be her life. "Can you fly to the moon in them? Are they like... cars with wings, like a bird?" She asked, thinking she knew fairly well what the future held. Looking at all the cars fascinated, Lizzie noticed the people in them. All wearing futuristic clothing and some talking into their telephones. "They've got the same devices you're using!" She said with a gasp, then blushing in a deep red tone, realizing how stupid she must sound. Chris couldn't help chuckling a little, as she heard Lizzie's questions." Skyscrapers?", he repeated, "No, they do not fly... they are these tall, glass buildings all around. But yes, we have vehicles that can fly... these are called planes, actually." When Lizzie pointed out that some of the other drivers were using phones, he nodded." Well... they are nothing unusual, really. They are just phones... almost everyone has one, I think. When we arrive, I'll show you how they work..." He frowned slightly, as a thought came to him." I'll be taking you to my apartment... my home... if you don't mind. If you *do* mind... well, I could try finding a hotel for you. What do you say?" Simply nodding as though it was no big deal at all to go home with him (God knew what this man could do to her though, GOD knew!), Lizzie consented. "Fine, absolutely fine. I'd rather come with you. I have no idea what to expect from such a futuristic hotel anyway. Where do you live? Do you have a lot of land?" She asked, attempting some small talk but failing once again. Land wasn't of much use to people from the 21st century, but money was all the more." Well? Where do you live?" Chris couldn't help chuckling, as he heard Elizabeth's question." Well... I'm afraid you will be disappointed," he said, "I don't actually own any land. I live in an apartment... and a small one, actually. One bedroom, one living room with kitchen, one bathroom... That's it. Nothing unusual. Although the view from the balcony is nice." He eyed Lizzie, as a question appeared in his mind." What about you? Do you... or your family... own land?" Frowning as he chuckled and poking him in his side as he did so. "That. Was. A. Serious. Question. Sir!" Lizzie said, but soon burst out into laughter as well. "My family comes from a small farm in Watford. I'm unsure if you're acquaintance with the area, but we actually do live quite close to London. Or did. Or. I'm unsure what to think, never mind about it, Sir." She then said, looking from the window." I trust you will... Teach me about the futuristic way of living. Will you please be so kind?" When Lizzie poked his side with her finger, Chris chuckled again, then laughed out loud." It *was* a serious answer!", he explained, "People don't own land too often these days. The life today is more about towns and cities, I'd say..." He became more serious, when Elizabeth asked to be taught about the futuristic way of life." I'll do what I can," he said, "Although it may be hard. We've got... what? One hundred? Two hundred years to cover.?" As he was speaking, he drove his car from a main street into a smaller and quieter one... Finally, he started slowing down." See this tall house?", he said, pointing at a 15-floor apartment building, "That's where I live..." He drove the car into a driveway that led into the basement garage. Crossing her legs and suppressing another grin, Lizzie shook her head and looked around fascinated. "Well, I can tell that for sure," Lizzie said at his remark about people living more in cities and towns, looking up and down his body and noticing how little mud he had on his shoes. "You wouldn't last a day on our farm! Honestly, I have never seen anyone wearing such inappropriate clothing for cleaning out stables. Have you ever had to work on the land? Or are you just some sort of upper-class man who does whatever he wishes to do?" She asked, her head tilted as she took in his body language. "Sir, I didn't mean to offend you at all-Oh deary me! You live inside this... Cabin? Aren't you afraid of falling out the window?!" "Not really", Chris chuckled again, "I've lived here for a few years, and I've grown accustomed to heights - despite living on the tenth floor..." As he spoke, the car rolled into the garage." And to answer your question: no, I've never had to work the land. I work as... a graphic designer... although it doesn't mean anything to you, I guess... He rolled his eyes."Oh, dear. I do have a lot of explaining to do..." He parked the car on his rented spot in the garage. Then, he jumped out and moved to Lizzie's side of the car, ready to open the door for her. Elizabeth clumsily stepped out of the car and nearly fell down to her feet, close to kissing the ground. "Oh my sweet baby Jesus, I've got solid ground beneath my feet!" She said and crawled back up, brushing her apron straight and looking up at Chris. "That was quite the trip, dear!" She said, tugging her corset down so that it was in place again. That was something she hated wearing- but that the twenty-first century might have some other solution for." I am sure that... Graphic designer is a very appreciated job to be doing," Lizzie nodded, trying to look like she knew what she was talking about but failing at that once again. "Chris-" She then said, placing her hand upon his shoulder. "I want to learn. Trust me, I can be of good use to you. My cookery is greatly appreciated where I'm from, and I am sure I make a good wife- if you aren't married yet, which I strongly doubt. I will try my best to fit in, but it's not easier to see you rolling your eyes, unable to do anything about what little knowledge I have of this stupid, new era!" She said, then shut her mouth. "Pardon me. I didn't intend to sound so... Violent." A little surprised by Elizabeth's outburst, Chris remained silent for a few seconds." I... I understand that you may be upset," he said, finally, "You're right - I *may* be complaining too much about you don't know things. But I didn't mean to offend you or say that you're stupid... It's just that it's hard to explain things, when every answer leads to another question. But it's not your fault, of course... I'll try being more patient." He tried giving Lizzie a small smile." Come...," he said softly, "Let's go home..." He started leading her through the half-lit basement, along the rows of parked cars, toward the elevator. "It was never my intention to put you in any form of discomfort," Lizzie said, placing a comforting hand upon Chris's shoulder and untying her hair, loosening the brown curls up a bit and trying not to attract attention. "I'm very sorry for the disadvantage I've caused you, but I am sure there are things I can do for you, too. I could clean the house, cook for you, take care of your animals - if you own any - and well... What not?" She smiled, walking next to Chris as he led them to the elevator, another strange thing she'd need to get used to. "This is absolutely fascinating!" She gasped, looking out of the small window and knowing they were moving upwards. "Absolutely spiffing indeed!" "What, the elevator?", Chris said, smiling, "Well... yes, I guess it *is* helpful. Otherwise, we'd have to climb the stairs to get to my apartment... and it'd be quite a long way." As the elevator moved up, Chris thought on what Lizzie had just told him. He wasn't planning to exploit his guest in any way... on the other hand, how long should he let her stay at his place? He definitely couldn't afford to have her live with him indefinitely... Chris was brought out of his pondering, when the elevator stopped and its door opened." We're here...," he said to his guest, "Come, please"He led her out of the elevator and along the corridor. After walking for a few yards, they arrived at the door of Chris' apartment... Chris took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door." So... this is it," he said, stepping inside and turning on the light. "Sure, the... elevator. I'd call it an ascender, or something like that. Elevator will do..." She said and looked down. "All those mechanics, wow... Oh, excuse me, I was... daydreaming. Sorry." She said, then quickly stepped out and brushed her dress straight, letting out a faint chuckle when she walked into his apartment. Lizzie might be from a whole different era, but she could tell he had a good sense of taste and knew how to dress a home. It was very modern, very futuristic to her, but that was something that needed some getting used to, she thought." Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Christian," She said, then quickly shut her mouth and shook her head, having ignored the fact that he had told her he was called Chris. "Sorry, again. I won't be a burden for as long as I'll be here, but I am afraid to tell you that I am not carrying any money right at this moment. I think I own about... twenty pounds, where I live, but that's not nearly enough. Paying you with my body is not an option, but I can work for you. Please." "Ah, don't worry about it now," Chris replied, as he was closing the door behind them, "We'll work something out. One thing's sure..." He looked at Lizzie seriously."... I won't demand from you any sort of 'paying with your body'. Come on, who do you take me for.?" With the door locked, Chris motioned for Lizzie to follow him." Well... that's how I live," he said, as he led her into his living room, "The apartment's small, but it's comfortable. The bathroom - and the toilet - is out there, my bedroom is out there, the kitchen is out there... Oh, would you like to eat or drink something?" As Chris showed Lizzie around the apartment, the time-displaced woman could see the strange devices of the 21st century: electric lamps, a TV set, a computer, a telephone, a refrigerator... "I don't take you for anything bad, Chris," Lizzie said, grabbing his hand and nodding at her statements. "But to me, this is a huge future shock, and I don't know what standards women have nowadays. I don't take you for someone like that, it's just all I could think of at the moment. I have good intentions, I just... Furthermore, I feel lost in this world, and even more lost in what to say. Furthermore, I want to go home and have a normal life, I didn't even ASK for this all to happen. My future... Well, I had no real future. I'm twenty-five, unmarried, and I might even be a witch, after all! All those beeping devices, the flashing lights- I had an OVEN and that's bloody crazy!" Lizzie ranted, looking at herself and untying her hair. "But no, thank you. I have already eaten. Three hundred years ago, at the least." As Lizzie spoke, Chris listened to her, almost as much confused as Lizzie herself. He was giving the impression of being calm and composed, but the truth was that the whole situation was as puzzling and troubling to him, as to his guest. He still didn't know if he believed Lizzie's story - and, if it was true, then... what should Chris do about the young woman that entered his life so strangely?" Well... let's have some tea, at least," he replied, when Lizzie was finished. He walked through his living room and into his kitchen annex, then turned the electric kettle on. After short moment, the water was hot enough for Chris to make tea." Come on, sit down...," he said to Lizzie. He poured the tea into two small cups and brought them over to a large glass table. Lizzie sat down with a sad face, taking the cup from him and taking a sip from it, the warmth filling her up with a comfortable feeling. It tasted like the tea she had at home and that eased her mind a bit. She wasn't sure why, but it felt as though she was with him for a reason, that some force from above had brought her there to take care of this man, or some other person living in this strange century." Thank you for the tea, Sir," Lizzie said, her legs neatly folded, and her dress brushed down. "I understand that this might be shocking for you as well, but I can honestly say that what I am telling you is the truth. I had just popped bread in the oven, and now I'm here," She added, biting her lip in order not to let a tear out but failed, crying without making her mouth move and staring at the table. "... And I don't know how to get back." Chris sat down at the table, opposite of Lizzie. As the woman took a sip of her tea, he took one, too. Silently, she listened to Lizzie talk..." I...," he replied, when he saw that she was tearing up, "I... am sure we'll find some solution. To send you home, I mean..." In truth, he wasn't sure about it - he wasn't sure about *anything* in this whole situation. But he knew he had to do something to help Lizzie - and a kind word was the only thing that came to his mind..." In the meantime...," he continued, trying to cheer Lizzie up a bit, "... is there anything you would like to see? Anything you'd like to learn about this century.?" Lizzie started shaking a bit from the shock, her cup leaking bits of tea on her dress. Chris had just brought up the new century as a subject she might want to learn about. She didn't. She wanted to go home this instant, to hug her parents, to see her brothers again. But she couldn't. She simply didn't know how to travel back in time and make this undone, or how she had even got here. "I am looking at this from a realistic perspective," She said, her shoulders shaking heavily. "And I don't think I'm getting out of this. Not on my own, at least. Do you time travel...?" "No...," Chris replied, "I don't. And I don't know anyone that does. But it doesn't mean sending you home are impossible..." He leaned forward and looked Lizzie into the eyes." I mean...," he said, trying to sound comforting, "Somehow, you *got* here. Something brought you over from your times to mine. If that happened once, it can happen again. We just... need to understand how all of this worked..." Delicately, he touched her hand with his." Try not to worry", he spoke, "For now, try to rest" Lizzie caressed the back of Chris's hand, then shook her head. "There is no solution you can think of, and I'm scared I'll be sent somewhere else than home," She said, shaking as she walked up to Chris and sat down on his lap. "Sorry. I'm not trying to suggest a-anything. Just realizing things couscous be worse. Don't let me slip away. Please," Lizzie stuttered, holding onto Chris like a child holds on to it's father, like a baby koala she clung to him. "What'll happen if I get sent somewhere else...? Can you look in the future?" "No... I can't," Chris said, "But you shouldn't worry that much. I mean... not now. You've been through much, so... try to rest. We'll think of our options later." He tried smiling at Lizzie in a comforting manner. In truth, he was just as confused as she was... but he tried not to show it. Whoever this young woman was, it seemed she needed someone to lean on for now... "I... am indeed pretty tired, but didn't think it would be all too well-mannered of me to ask you where I could find a residence," Lizzie said with a soft chuckle, wiping the tears from her eyes as she placed a swift peck on Chris' cheek, standing up and brushing her dress straight. "This age is all too fascinating. Hopefully I'll be feeling better if I get a short nap. You will of course wake me, should I unintentionally oversleep, right?" She asked, undoing herself from the apron she was wearing, folding it neatly and putting it on the coffee table as she reached back to undo her dress, making herself ready for bed. "Wait, wait", Chris jumped from his chair, as he saw Lizzie start to disrobe, "You won't be sleeping here... I'll make a bed for you." He led to her his bedroom, where a wide bed was standing. Not wasting any time, Chris started making the bed for Lizzie to use." I can sleep on the sofa in the living room", he assured her, "Would you like to wash yourself before going to sleep?" Looking at Chris, Lizzie frowned slightly and placed a hand on his shoulder, noticing how he had jumped up and started panicking. "Chris," She said, waiting for him to turn around. "I'm very grateful for your hospitality, but this bed is big enough for the two of us. I won't disturb you in your sleep, and I don't snore. And if I could take a bath, that would be... great. Where can I find the- never mind. Can you show me around?" She asked, undoing her dress and letting it fall to the ground, being only in her undergarments now. "Oh no, no", Chris ascertained Lizzie while making the bed for her, "There's no reason for us to sleep in one bed. Really, I can do perfectly fine on the sofa..." He turned around and blinked, surprised, upon seeing Lizzie in her underwear. He hadn't expected her to disrobe so quickly!" Please...", he muttered, "Please come with me." He led her to the bathroom. As he did so, he tried not to look in Lizzie's direction. He wasn't a prude, but he and Lizzie barely knew each other. Watching her in her underwear somehow felt... wrong." Well... this is the bathroom," he said, "Feel free to use the bathtub. Uhm... I guess I should explain how it works..." Quickly, he showed Lizzie how to turn on the water and how to use the shower." Here, you can use this," he said, then, presenting Lizzie with a bottle of green gel, "You can use this to wash both your body and hair. And here's a towel for you..." "Where I'm from, a sofa is to sit on, not to sleep on," Lizzie said with a faint smile as she tried to look Chris in the eye when she spoke to him. Her undergarments... Well, they weren't all too fancy or too revealing, but that could change quite a lot. She wore a thin underdress through which her breasts were clearly visible, but she didn't think it to be that much of a problem as she had grown up with elder brothers who had obviously seen her walking around naked in her younger days. "Chris-Thank you for helping me. I must say some of your personal belongings look questionable to me, but you're... New. Modern. I will just... do your housekeeping, whatever your wish is, I will grant it if I can afford that. Other people of this new era... Well, I'm sure they would've left me right there. Never mind. I am struggling to find the right words," She said, then slid her underdress off of her shoulders and stepped into the steaming hot water, covering her female parts and her breasts up with her hands as she looked up at Chris. "Thank you for letting me stay here." "As I said... it's really not a problem," Chris replied, still trying not to look at Lizzie's naked body, "Here... you can use this sponge"He handed Lizzie a spare sponge he kept in the bathroom cabinet." Uhm... I'll be outside," he said, clearly a little embarrassed by the situation, "If you need anything, just give me a shout..." Hastily, he left the bathroom, thinking on the weird turn his life took today. Lizzie reached for the sponge he handed her, her breasts falling free because of that, and she covered herself up again. "Thanks again. I wish there was a way for me to thank you, but I can't think of anything. I'll just... Call you when I'm done in here." She said, then waited for him to get out of the bathroom and looked at the oddly-shaped, strangely-colored flask, and squeezed some out of it. It had a strange scent to it, but she rubbed herself with it nonetheless, getting accustomed to it and sang a soft song to comfort herself. She sponged all the dirt off of her body and then stood up, carefully minding Chris's instructions about the shower and washing the foam off of her body."Christi-Chris?" She called, correcting herself mid-sentence. "Can I please borrow something of yours to dress myself in?" She asked, walking out of the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around herself. "You mean... clothes?", Chris replied, once again giving Lizzie a bit of panicked look, "Sure, wait a moment. I'll find something..." Hastily, he walked to his bedroom and started looking through his wardrobe. Eventually, he returned, holding sport sweatpants, a thin sport hoodie and a T-shirt." These may be a bit big for you...", he apologized, when he handed Lizzie the clothes, "I don't have anything smaller, though..." "Well, yes, that would be... nice," She said with a soft smile, then took what he had brought her gratefully and let the towel she wore fall down to her feet just before she slipped in the sweatpants, the T-shirt and the hoodie, a pleasant shiver running down her spine. "Chris, I literally came out of nowhere. I should apologize to you, and not the opposite. Don't worry, I am not some sort of demon who'll follow you step by step." She then added, walking up to him and reaching out to hug him tightly, her small hands running up his back as she did so, barely-knowing what else she could do. When Lizzie's towel fell to her feet, Chris looked away quickly. He felt he really shouldn't be taking advantage of this young woman. She behaved like nakedness wasn't a problem for her... but Chris felt differently. They barely knew each other, after all... When Lizzie walked up to him and hugged him, Chris looked at her, surprised. The gesture was nice, if unexpected..." Uhm, so...," he said, giving Lizzie a small smile, "... yeah. Shall you go to sleep now?" Lizzie frowned a bit, then smiled widely at him and gave the man a short peck on his cheek, thinking that couldn't hurt him any. "Go to sleep? At this time? Have you eaten yet, or shall I... prepare something for you?" She asked, not-knowing what else she could do to thank him. "It's no big deal. I can make up a nice dinner from any ingredients you'll give me," Lizzie added, her mouth curling up in a smile again. "I am sure you must be hungry." "Well, that's true," Chris admitted, "But if you'd like to eat, there's no need for you to cook. I can whip something up quickly - there are a lot of frozen ready-made dishes in my fridge..." He paused." I suppose you don't know what fridge is, though..." "You... Buy your food frozen?" She asked herself, already wondering where he kept the pig and his chickens. "You... Buy it already prepared?!" She gasped, folding her arms over each other. "Oh dear... That's not what I call cooking with love!" Lizzie added frustrated, but followed Chris' lead. "Well... that's true", Chris chuckled, "It's not a real cooking, I agree. To my defense, I actually try cooking from time to time... It's just that I often don't have enough time for that. Hence, the frozen food..." He walked to the fridge and picked a pack marked as "Paella"." This could be nice," he said, "It's a Spanish dish: some rice, some chicken, some seafood - fish, small shrimps and the like." He cut the pack open and dropped the contents onto a large pan. Then, he turned on the electric oven and put the pan on it." It should be ready in a few minutes...," he said, mixing the contents of the pan with a spoon. Lizzie chuckled faintly, being rather shocked that Chris could just grab something from this magical device called a "fridge", pop it into a frying pan on something else she had never seen before - blue flames - and have dinner in a few minutes. Such a complex dish would take ages to make by hand, and he could just... open the door as though there was a cook inside of it. "Pamela," Lizzie tried to repeat after him, frowning but stirring around in the pan. "So... Do you do this much? Can you... buy like, a stuffed turkey that you heat up like this for Christmas?" she then asked, totally fascinated. "You keep surprising me. This century does, at least." "Stuffed turkey?", Chris' brow furrowed, "Ah, no, we're not having it *that* easy. It's possible to freeze simple dishes like this one, but the more complex one still have to be done by hand. But it's good - such ready-made aren't of top culinary quality, to be honest..." He opened the fridge and presented its contents to Lizzie." See? I do have individual ingredients stored here. Eggs, butter, sliced meat, cheese, vegetables... It's not that different from it was in your era. Fridges are our version of dark, cool cellars... although they preserved things better, as they provide deeper cold." "That's enough stuff to feed a family for a week!" Lizzie chuckled, then patted him on his back. "By God, what kind of animal must you be that you need so much food. I am not all that much intimate gastronomic, but I can taste the difference in something made with love and something made... by my father. He doesn't know how to cook. And that's a pity," She added, but then blushed deeply as her face clouded. "I... I shouldn't have called you an animal. Maybe you are-NO, you are not, but there's just... I don't even eat that much in a month." "Well, it's not like I eat *all* of this every day", Chris chuckled, "Food can stay fresh and edible for long when put into a fridge... So, I buy things, put them into a fridge and, then, eat them... thing after thing." He mixed the contents of the frying pan with his spoon, then turned to Lizzie again." But yes, it's true that we have a lot of food available these days. Famine is not a problem... at least, not in rich countries such as Britain is." Lizzie nodded and looked at him as he stirred around in the pan, seeing more than she should be seeing in this man and shaking her head quickly. "No... I can get that. Otherwise, you'd look more like a living pumpkin," She said, standing close to him. "Then where *is* it? If the world is so rich now, why don't we share? Is Ireland in trouble?" "Ireland?", Chris frowned, "No, Ireland's okay. In fact, all of Europe is. I was speaking of places like Africa. Famine and drought are serious problems there, sadly..." He stirred around the pan a little more, then turned the stove off"All right, it should be ready by now," he said, "Let me set the table, then we can eat." He opened the nearby cabinet and pulled out two plates. Quickly, he put them on the table, along with two forks." Sit down, please", he smiled at Lizzie, then started serving the dish. The dish gave off a salty smell of fish... "Yes? Well, you never know what you're going to get with Paddies!" Lizzie said, her eyes opened wide, but her whole attitude changed when he began talking about Africa. "God, that sounds terrible. Can we not simply send them help? There must be tons of ships going there, right?" She asked, then seated herself and placed her hand on her belly. "Thanks. I honestly thought I was going to starve. This smells... peculiar. But good. What's it all made of?" "Well, we are sending help, yes," Chris explained, when Lizzie asked about Africa, "But it's not that simple, unfortunately..."" It's made of... many different things," he said, as he started serving paella to Lizzie, "Rice, for once... have you ever eaten rice? Also, fish, shrimps and other seafood. Admittedly, it's a bit of acquired taste, but it's good..." With the pan emptied, he put it away and sat down." I hope you like it," he said, "If not... well, we'll pick something else for dinner tomorrow. Pizza, maybe? Don't worry, there are a lot of possibilities to choose from." "I'll just go with whatever food you will give me, as long as I do not have to eat insects. I will be alright with a lot of things. Pizza sounds... interesting. What does it look like?" Lizzie asked, then took a curious bite of her food, nodding as her mouth was filled with rice and flavors that she had never sensed before. "This tastes very... peculiar, but nice, too. I am not used to such exotic things, I've never eaten this before. We normally just eat bread and potatoes... never... rice." "He", Chris chuckled, "No, I won't be asking you to eat insects. Don't worry about that"He took a bite of his portion of paella." When it comes to pizza...," he said, "It looks like a big, thick pancake - with cheese, sauces and many other things on top of it. There are many variants - I suspect you could do pizza with any dressing you like..." He nodded, as Lizzie said that she liked the paella." I'm glad you like it," he said, "But as I said, we can try something else tomorrow. One good thing about these modern times: there are a lot of cuisines around. Have you ever eaten any food from, say, India? No problem about that, we can go to an Indian restaurant tomorrow..." "Do we... own India? Or are they coming here because they like our country more than their own?" Lizzie asked, now eating a little faster, but savoring every little bite she took. "It sounds good, Pizza. I think I can actually start to like this century if things keep going this well!" "No, we don't own India...," Chris replied, "Not now, at least. It used to be our colony for about a century or so, but they became an independent country since then." Without too much haste, he finished eating. When Lizzie said that she could start liking the 21st century, he smiled... It was good to hear an optimistic statement from Lizzie. Considering the circumstances... "Too bad, then," Lizzie said, then ate some more. "We should be owning it. Would be good for our international welfare, and I am sure any household could do with a slave of some kind. We never had one, but they could serve as housekeepers... or do you just get your food from the Indian people?" She added, her eyes wide with interest as she finished her plate. "I don't intend to sound unintelligent - but it seems like the most logical thing to do. Why would you let them into your country only to steal your jobs?". The eighteenth century woman wasn't particularly subtle when it came down to expressing her feelings about certain things, but she was far from racist. The whole time-shock had just given her a smack in the face. "Of!" Chris coughed, choking on a bit of his dish, as he heard Lizzie's comments about India. What she was saying was... quite shocking, frankly." Uhm... I wouldn't say things like that out loud...," he commented, "Slavery is... something we put past us, thankfully..." He eyed Lizzie, his face worried." Are you being serious?", he asked, "About the slavery... You don't think that it is... well, wrong?" "Don't worry," Lizzie said with a chuckle, then softly touched Chris's hand. "I'm not that primitive. It's been made illegal a few years ago, and I've never been in for it," She added, then smiled. "One of the black folks was a friend of mine, and a very good one. Slavery is something I can't see myself practicing..." She added, then ran her thumb over his knuckles and studied his hand closely. "You've got rather large hands, compared to mine." She stated, trying to get another subject on. "Well... it's a good thing to hear," Chris replied, as Lizzie explained that she wasn't in favor of slavery, "Really. It was an awful practice... not to mention, you could get in trouble for suggesting otherwise. Many Black people would get angry, hearing what you had said... Similarly, people from India. Elizabeth, one of my colleagues from work is of Indian descent! She wouldn't be happy to hear that she should be a slave..." Chris paused, as he noticed Lizzie playing with his palm." Well... it *is* a male hand, after all...," he said, when Lizzie commented on his hand's size. He gave Lizzie a silly smile. Lizzie chuckled loudly at his remark about people getting mad, then shook her head. "I'm a well-mannered lady, don't worry. I would never call a bigger anything bad, or suggest that Indian folks should be slaves. I'm used to hard work, being the eldest daughter of a rather big family... Furthermore, I have felt like a slave all too often!" She giggled, then continued touching his hand." I know it is," She said, then placed a soft kiss upon his knuckles, being a bit more daring than she usually was. "It feels good in mine. You have soft skin, but I can tell you work hard. You've got DAR more delicate hands than the people I know." "Well...," Chris said, "I haven't had much physical work in my life, that's for sure. My work is of intellectual kind, so to say. I can show it to you later, if you're interested..." When Lizzie kissed his hand, a part of Chris' mind was telling him that he should retract it... but he didn't do it. Instead, he allowed Lizzie to play with it... "Physical work is nothing good for a man of your status," she giggled, then moved his hand towards her chest and intertwined her fingers with his. "I would love to be introduced to your work. Perhaps I can help you with something, if you show me how it's done." This time, it was Chris who chuckled."' Man of my status'?", he said, as Lizzie moved his hand toward her chest, "I'm quite an average person, believe me..." Again, part of his mind was telling him that he shouldn't be allowing Lizzie to play with his hand this way. But again, Chris didn't listen. He... liked it." I'll be glad to show you my work, then...," he said. He looked deeply into Lizzie's eyes.... and he realised that he was finding these eyes beautiful. "Oh, but you aren't average!" She exclaimed, then shook her head. "You have nice skin. Very soft, unlike my father's rough hands... You don't remind me of anyone I know, yet I fell like I have known you for longer than just today." She added, then kissed his fingers playfully, but moved her hand away soon after. "Pardon me, my apologies. I didn't want to come across offensive."

Future Shock (Beorning and xRebecca)|rating:3.0

IC Shadows of Gallowspire

The IOC thread. As you gather in the reading room of the Order of the Palatine Eye, you make your final preparations. Born hefts a sack full of supplies for the trip; food, water, a tent; you plan to travel by magic, but it would be foolish to go in completely unprepared. You all link hands, and Ward utters the words of the spell. The study fades out in a heartbeat, and in the next, you feel a terrible wrenching sensation as you find yourself standing in a clearing. Your heads are spinning from the trip, and it's a bit of a struggle to stand still while your entire body wants to lurch sideways. You stand in the shadow of a large archway, made of moss-grown bleached bones, glittering with gems. Ground is blasted and dead in a wide area, and the oak trees growing about 15' away look sickly and sinister. Even the sun in the sky looks pale and dying. Ravens caw with excitement from the trees. After a moment, a wind rushes through the clearing, and the trees sway and creak...and keep moving after the breeze dies down, unfurling striking branches and showing signs of both mobility and hostile intent! The canny elf doesn't miss a beat, loosing an arrow at the nearest hostile tree before most of his allies register the threat. Spoiler Hide quick draw longbow sniper sphere, using deadly shot as an attack action (standard), expend focus for +4d8 (1d20+21)[41] free reroll from perfect shot (1/round) (1d20+21)[37] damage (1d8+6)[9] +(4d8)[10] CRT confirmed IOC with a 41 (roll twice verses miss chance if any, ignores concealment), so immediate to regain focus while changing weapons Spoiler: Sniping sphere Hide Snipers specialize in making single, deadly shots, often over great distances. Practitioners of the Sniping sphere can shoot or throw ranged weapons at a creature engaged in melee without taking the standard –4 penalties on their attack roll. Associated Feat: Precise Shot. All practitioners of the Sniping sphere gain the following ability: Deadly Shot: As a special attack action, you may make an attack with a ranged weapon. You may add anyone (snipe) talent you know to this attack. In addition, you may expend your martial focus to increase the damage dealt by the attack by 1d10, or 1d6 if the attack targets touch AC or is made with a scatter weapon. You must choose whether to use this ability before making your attack roll. These extra damage dice are not multiplied on a critical hit, but are added to the total. For every 4 points of base attack bonus you possess, you deal an additional 1d10 damage, or an additional 1d6 if the attack targets touch AC or is made with a scatter weapon. Oops, those D8s should have been 10s. Oh well, my fault. Spoiler: perfect shot Hide As long as you have martial focus, you may roll twice for each attack roll with a ranged weapon made against a creature with cover while using the attack action and take the higher result. Whenever you would suffer a miss chance due to concealment, roll the miss chance twice and take the most favorable result. In addition, as long as you have martial focus, you no longer automatically miss when rolling a natural 1 on a ranged attack roll; your attack must still hit the target’s AC as normal. At +10 base attack bonus, you can reroll a result of 1 on a ranged attack roll once per round. Spoiler: steady shot Hide When performing a deadly shot, you may ignore the cover bonus to AC granted to targets by anything less than total cover, and the miss chance granted to targets by anything less than total concealment. Total cover and total concealment provide their normal benefits against your ranged attacks. At +10 base attack bonus, you also ignore total concealment. Before the arrow lands, he has stowed his bow and drawn his long halted spear, preparing to defend the group. Spoiler Hide stow bow, draw long spear, move action + expend focus for rapid patrol threatened area gets +20ft bonus (so threatens out to 30ft, does not threaten adjacent). Punishing rebuke zone talent, so any attack against an ally (not including himself) provokes)Spoiler: Patrol Hide Patrol: As long as you have martial focus, as a full-round action you may increase your threatened area by 5 ft., +5 ft. for every 4 points of base attack bonus you possess. This increased threatened area is applied after the effects of the reach weapon property. Until the beginning of your next turn, you may make attacks of opportunity against any creature in this threatened area that provokes attacks of opportunity. You may move to bring the creature that provokes the attack of opportunity within your reach as part of these attacks, provided your total movement before your next turn does not exceed your base speed. Any movement you make provokes attacks of opportunity as normal. Talents with the (zone) tag grant additional effects to this ability. Each patrol may only benefit from one (zone) talent. Spoiler: Punishing Rebuke (zone) Hide When a creature attacks an ally within the area of your patrol, not including yourself, they provoke an attack of opportunity from you. Amos if needed 1 (1d20+21)[41] damage (1d8+13)[21] 2 (1d20+21)[25] damage (1d8+13)[16] 3 (1d20+21)[37] damage (1d8+13)[19] 4 (1d20+21)[38] damage (1d8+13)[16] 5 (1d20+21)[31] damage (1d8+13)[15] 6 (1d20+21)[37] damage (1d8+13)[15] 7 (1d20+21)[35] damage (1d8+13)[20] Ward Ugh... What happened? His head spinning he looks around and see's the twisted trees awakening. Fighting back the bile rising in his throat he casts a spell to hasten his allies and then attempts to fly away from the approaching trees. Kickshaw!? Any idea what these things are? Hmm... Let me take a look. Two glowing eyes peek out from a satchel and study the malevolent looking trees. Spoiler Hide Standard action: Cast Haste on all allies. Move Action: Fly 35 ft up and away from the trees if possible. If surrounded will fly straight up 35 ft. Fly check (1d20+19)[21] Rickshaw knowledge check (1d20+14)[33] A deep, rumbling growl erupts from one of the trees as an arrow buries deep within the trunk. The ravens caw and rush into the sky above, circling the area. One tree, then another, hammer away at Ethos with several long branches each. He parries, dodges, rolls and jumps, and is only slightly glanced by the branches. But the third tree strikes true once, then again. Branches wrap around Ethos, holding him by the neck and dragging him to the tree. He is hoisted into the air, his feet dangling, while choking sounds escape his throat. Spoiler: IOC Hide Two Nat 20ies, but nowhere close to confirmed. 28 damage. Grappled, pulled adjacent to tree #3, then hoisted 5' into the air. Strangled (cannot speak). Ethos doesn't flinch from the blows, instead leaping at his attackers and drives his spear into the one he already damaged. Spoiler Hide 28 damage goes into delayed damage pool (28/36) free action: +15 THP, - 2 AC (breaking sphere), move to put tree in reach acrobatics if needed (1d20+27)[42] attack action w/ spear (1d20+21)[38] damage (1d8+13)[15] on a hit, swift + focus to trigger rapid assault attack w/ curve blade (1d20+19)[31] damage (1d10+13)[20] if that hits, attack w/ Unarmed strike(1d20+16)[32] damage (1d6+12)[17] delayed damage pool empties, eating the THP and inflicting 13 damage A fourth tree shambles over to the archway and tries to grab Ward before he flies out of reach, and aaaaalmost manages to grab his shoe. The fifth and sixth fresh at Born like he was a pile of grain, and it was harvest season, almost driving him to his knees with their heavy blows. Spoiler: IOC for Born (ouch) Hide one hit for 15 damage, another for 15, and a third hit also for 15. But you are not grappled. . "Is this where we were headed?" Valeria looks around the clearing confusion, not immediately realizing the danger of the trees. Her eyes narrow as her allies seemingly start flailing at the trees. Spoiler: IOC Hide With +18 to willpower, and the extra +4 for seeing Born be attacked, we're looking at not rolling a 1: (1d20+22)[28] "What are you doing- Oh!"she sputters as the situation becomes clear to her." Lady protect us!" Light flares briefly around her, settling into a more steady corona, and solidifying into dimly glowing silvery wings. She lets them carry her forward, into the fray, as she draws her shield and the Raven's Head. Spoiler: IOC 2 Hide I think I'm currently not within the reach of anything but '5', and Ward grants me cover from that one, so spell casting should not provoke Amos. Actions: Free: make a save vs illusion. Standard: Prayer. All allies gain +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, enemies take -1 on the same. Note that, generally speaking, bonuses and penalties to attack rolls apply to CMB rolls as well. Swift: Activate Stance of the Crane Knight. Grants Valeria a fly speed of 40ft, and DR 10/evil. Move: Move into the spot marked on the map. I believe this provokes AOO from #1 and #3. AC is 30. CMD is 27. Full text of prayer: Spoiler Hide Prayer School enchantment (compulsion) [mind-affecting]; Level cleric/oracle 3, inquisitor 3, paladin 3; Domain community 3; Subdomain arc hon (good, law) 3, leadership 3 CASTING Time 1 standard action Components V, S, DF EFFECT Range 40 ft. Area all allies and foes within a 40-ft.-radius burst centered on you Duration 1 round/level Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance yes DESCRIPTION You bring special favor upon yourself and your allies while bringing disfavor to your enemies. You and each of your allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a -1 penalty on such rolls. Full text of Stance of the Crane Knight: Spoiler Hide Stance of the Crane Knight Discipline: Silver Crane (Stance) [good]; Level: 5 Prerequisite(s): Two Silver Crane maneuvers Initiation Action: 1 swift action Range: Personal Target: You Duration: Stance DESCRIPTION As a disciple of the Silver Crane, the martial disciple may manifest the essence of his celestial patrons along his body, its light radiating from his soul to form silver-feathered ethereal wings from his back and a blazing halo of argent radiance around his head. While in this stance, you gain a fly speed equal to twice your base land speed with average maneuverability, and you gain DR 10/evil. You also radiate light as a light spell from the halo-like effect of this stance while it is in effect. Wards Ward flies into the air he sees one of the trees vines wrap around Ethos and begin to drag him towards the tree. Ward shouts a quick incantation of magical escape at his entangled ally. He hovers above the battlefield as Rickshaw tells him what is known about their adversaries. Ward shouts to his allies. These are Hangman trees they have spores which can make you think they are friendly. They are vulnerable to electrical attacks. Ward reaches into his haversack and pulls out a rod of metamagic power. He casts a spell at one of the trees attacking Donn and channels the energy through the rod converting the fire damage into electricity. Spoiler Hide Cast Liberating Command on Ethos as an Immediate action. Fly Check to Hover (1d20+19)[35] Move action: Draw lesser elemental metamagic rod (electricity) from handy haversack. Standard action: Cast scorching ray at tree number 5 1st ray: ranged touch attack (1d20+7)[9] Overcome spell resistance (1d20+12)[15] Damage (4d6)[19] x1.5 2nd ray: ranged touch attack (1d20+7)[23] Overcome spell resistance (1d20+12)[25] Damage (4d6)[16] x1.5 3rd ray: ranged touch attack (1d20+7)[24] Overcome spell resistance (1d20+12)[31] Damage (4d6)[20] x1.5 Spoiler: IOC Hide Whoops, they have spell resistance? If so, prayer is SR: Yes. Spell penetration vs tree '1'; (1d20+11)[29] Spell penetration vs tree '2'; (1d20+11)[17] Spell penetration vs tree '3'; (1d20+11)[27] Spell penetration vs tree '4'; (1d20+11)[23] Spell penetration vs tree '5'; (1d20+11)[13] Spell penetration vs tree '6'; (1d20+11)[24] Valeria glides past the grasping arms of the trees. One of Ward's lightning blasts bounces harmlessly, but the other two leave deep gouges in tree #5. Born"Ugh...always hate jumpin' around like that." Dorrn says as he steadies himself and his rumbling guts." Nice place, where do we - Waugh!" He says in surprise as Ethos starts shooting the trees." What are you doin' lad? Things? They are trees." He says to Ward, dropping the sack of supplies." They no beauties but they just..." He trails off as Ethos is dragged into the air and stumbles back as he's tracked by the long branches. "Now just hold on here!" He says and glances down at the long red cuts on his arms." Ain't going down to no trees!" He shouts as he charges towards the trees, drawing his axe along the way and taking two swipes at them. Spoiler Hide Rage [Free Action] Will Save: Passed [Free Action] Dizzying Blow Maneuver [Charge, Full-Round Action] Born moves 10ft up using Survival to avoid attacks of opportunity, ending adjacent to trees 4 and 6. He'll make a free attack against Tree 6 (via Primal Fury Slash). Survival vs Tree 5 (DC = CMD) (1d20+18)[27] Survival vs Tree 4 (DC = CMD +2) (1d20+18)[23] Survival vs Tree 6 (DC = CMD +4) (1d20+18)[19] Attack (Power Attack) (1d20+28)[45] Damage (1d10+28)[36] His charge target is Tree 4. Attack (1d20+28)[46] Damage (1d10+28)[34] and (10d6)[37] extra damage and must make a Fort Save DC 18 or be nauseated for (1d4)[4] rounds. If the charge attack hits Tree 4, Born will spend a Swift action to initiate Momentum Crush. The tree takes 20 extra damage and all the attacks damage bypasses its Damage Reduction. Born (Raging, 1/31) AC 21 HP 170 / 173 Readied Maneuvers: Dizzying Blow, Furious Primal Wrath, Bloody Riposte, Momentum Crush, Cornered Frenzy Strike Expended Maneuvers: Dizzying Blow, (Momentum Crush) Edit: I forgot Raging gives him 36 Temp HP and that he has DR 2/-. I've corrected his HP during this turn accordingly. Born's plans are quickly shattered, at a tree branch slams into him and finds purchase around his neck. Spoiler: IOC Hide 15 damage, and you're grappled by tree number 4. I'll let you finish the charge, but you can only attack one-handed, not two-handed, so the damage numbers will probably be a little lower. With a bit of magical assistance, Ethos slips the tree's hold and lays into it with his blade." Much obliged, friend." He calls over his shoulder. Spoiler Hide Spoiler: original actions. Will use rolls in order as applicable. Hide 28 damage goes into delayed damage pool (28/36) free action: +15 THP, - 2 AC (breaking sphere), move to put tree in reach acrobatics if needed (1d20+27)[42] attack action w/ spear (1d20+21)[38] damage (1d8+13)[15] on a hit, swift + focus to trigger rapid assault attack w/ curve blade (1d20+19)[31] damage (1d10+13)[20] if that hits, attack w/ Unarmed strike(1d20+16)[32] damage (1d6+12)[17] delayed damage pool empties, eating the THP and inflicting 13 damage Full attack + haste beats anything else he can do. att1 (use acrobatics roll of 15) 21+15 = 36 damage (1d10+13)[20] haste ATT (use spear roll above of 17) for 39 (added haste +1) damage (1d10+13)[14] CRT threat (curve blade roll) (1d20+19)[32] (added haste +1) CRT damage (2d10+26)[34] iterative 1 (use unarmed roll of +16) = 33 (added haste +1) damage (1d10+13)[16] iterative 2 (new roll) (1d20+12)[31] (haste +1) damage (1d10+13)[19] If you prefer all new attack rolls, since getting a CRT feels kind of cheap using old rolls, attack 1 (1d20+22)[23] haste ATT (1d20+22)[33] iterative 1 (1d20+17)[35] confirm CRT if needed(1d20+22)[25] Ethos opens a gash in the blackened tree with his spear, then pounds and pounds and pounds away at the wound, splitting the bark open to reveal the many plant-flesh beneath. Wet tendrils spill out in a glistening mound, and the tree shudders and collapses in on itself. The tree next to Valeria (#1) seems confused that such a delicious morsel would willingly stray so close, and completely fails to get a hold of her. The next tree over does grab her and pulls her close. Her divine protections leave her almost unharmed, though (3 damage). Dorrn finds himself attacked by three plant monsters. The first grabs him, delivering a sound trashing as well, and the other two trees treat him like a piñata at a party for overactive children. Spoiler: damage (DR not included) Hide 12, 14, 10 damage from tree #4. 12, 15 from #5. 9, 10 from #6. Ward Ward despairs at the savage beating Donn receives but waits until there is a lull before shouting his word of escape lest Donn be entangled by another tree. Seeing Valeria grabbed by another tree he sighs. One problem at a time, we need to cut down their numbers. Ward conjures a cloud of thunder and lightning and directs it at the tree that was severely wounded in Donn's charge. Spoiler Hide Immediate Action: Cast Liberating Command on Donn. Move Action: Fly up and towards the center 10ft. Standard action: Cast Greater Aggressive Thundercloud on tree 4. Casting the sphere on the back half and 10ft up in air. Overcome Spell Resistance (1d20+12)[27] Damage (6d6)[11] x1.5 (DC 23 REF save negates) Valeria swings her mace at the tree that grabs onto her, light flaring from her strike and condensing around the wounds of her and her allies. Spoiler: IOC Hide Std:Argent Knight's Banner, Power Attack To hit: (-4 grappled-3power attack+2 prayer(1luck+1fate's favored)+1haste), (1d20+12)[13] - miss. For: (+2prayer, +3wrath of the faithful, +8d6AKB)(1d8+20)[24]+(8d6)[15] Damage Every ally within 30ft. Is healed for (4d6)[17] Swift:Martial Healing Born is healed for (5d4+7)[21] Ethos spins away from his foe and dashes to finish the one Ward nearly ruined to help bring the numbers in their favor. Spoiler Hide juggle weapons to regain focus after dropping the first tree (immediate prior to this turn, uses this turn's swift) move adjacent to tree next to ward brutal strike + focus w/ curve blade attack (1d20+21)[35] damage (1d10+37)[45] -2 AC, +15 THP DorrnCaught in the thrashing limbs of the tree, Born struggles to free himself. Spoiler Hide I'm assuming that the Escape Artist check of 25 wasn't high enough to get out, so he's trying again on his turn using his CMB this time. Escape! CMB (1d20+18)[38] vs Tree CMD. Born HP 125/173 AC 21 Active Effects: Haste, Prayer, Sickened, Raging [2/31] Readied Maneuvers: Dizzying Blow, Furious Primal Wrath, Bloody Riposte, Momentum Crush, Cornered Frenzy Strike Expended Maneuvers: Dizzying Blow, Momentum Crush Tree #6 grabs at Born, pulls him in and trashes him soundly (grappled, 13+11+14+10 dam). The other tree passively shuffles off to the side, trying to dodge the thundercloud hovering over it. Valeria fights off - just barely- the two trees attacking her. Lethos slips up the last tree undercover from the grim archway, and wounds it grievously. It strikes at him in retaliation, tagging him once, twice, but he has learned their moves now and slips out of the grasping limbs. (11, 12 damage). The last of the vertigo clears. Ward Ward directs the thundercloud to follow the tree's retreat and then turns his attention back to Donn. He conjures a coating of grease on Donn's armor that will hopefully allow him slip free of the grasping vines. Spoiler Hide Fly Check to Hover (1d20+22)[34] Standard Action: Cast grease on Donn's armor. Move Action: Move Thundercloud to Tree#4 Overcome Spell Resistance (1d20+12)[15] Damage (6d6)[20] x1.5 (DC 23 REF save negates) (Thought that would finish the tree, so I didn't think to post using bloody counter. Hope it's okay to do it retroactively, since it only effects the tree and Ethos)When the tree strikes out at him the first time, Ethos opens himself up, blade high, trusting that the damage he has already dealt will slow the tree enough to land his blow first. Spoiler: Bloody Counter Hide immediate action, tree is battered from brutal strike last round so it resolves before the triggering attack spending focus for extra damage and using a brutal strike, expending focus for extra damage (1d20+22)[23] damage (1d10+37)[43] Success makes the tree battered for another round Spoiler: If that drops this tree... Hide Ethos draws his bow and looses a flurry of shafts at the tree nearest Ward. Spoiler Hide draw bow, full attack w/ haste Att1 (1d20+22)[42] damage (1d8+6)[13] Haste (1d20+22)[24] damage (1d8+6)[8] Iterative 1 (1d20+17)[32] damage (1d8+6)[7] Iterative 2 (1d20+12)[21] damage (1d8+6)[8] Spoiler: If tree is still alive... Hide Ethos takes the hits and lays into the tree, chopping like a woodsman. Spoiler Hide first attack by the tree auto-hits (not sure if any missed before the posted damage) Breaking sphere -2 AC for 15 THP, full attack w/ haste w/ curve blade Att1 (1d20+22)[35] damage (1d10+1)[5] Haste (1d20+22)[42] damage (1d10+1)[2] Iterative 1 (1d20+17)[26] damage (1d10+13)[16] Iterative 2 (1d20+12)[16] damage (1d10+1)[11] (either way, no focus currently)edit - Nat 1 on bloody counter. Bother. Please let me know if that changes the damage total, since the first attack against him will have auto-hit. DorrnFree for the moment from the tree, Born is ready with a counterstrike when it attacks hum again. Spoiler Hide Immediate Action for the first attack against him by Tree 6: Bloody Riposte Attack (1d20+27)[41] Damage (1d10+28)[34] and (2d6)[7] Born's axe bites deeply in the tree attacking him, but he is still grappled. The fleeing tree is run down by lightning, and sags over with a resounding CRACK. Ethos fells his opponent and looks around for more mayhem. Spoiler: IOC Ethos Hide Ethos fells the tree on his first strike, so he can abandon full attack and take a move action. He can slip up to #6 using Born as cover (the trees can AOO even while grappling). If he risks AOO from trees 1 or 2 with their 15' reach: Spoiler: Tree #1 AOO Hide Attack (1d20+12)[29], damage (1d6+8)[12], grapple (1d20+16)[26], pull 5' (1d20+12)[13] Spoiler: Tree #2 AOO Hide Attack (1d20+13)[20], damage (1d6+9)[15], grapple (1d20+17)[25], pull 5' (1d20+13)[24] So how do you think you're doing so far? Valeria swings her mace at the tree in front of her, pummeling the bark repeatedly. Spoiler: IOC Hide Full attack. Power Attack. Haste, Prayer. First Attack: (1d20+16)[34], (1d8+17)[24] Haste Attack: (1d20+16)[33], (1d8+17)[25] Iterative -5: (1d20+11)[14], (1d8+17)[23] Target is tree "1". Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Casual Viking Born's axe bites deeply in the tree attacking him, but he is still grappled. The fleeing tree is run down by lightning, and sags over with a resounding CRACK. Ethos fells his opponent and looks around for more mayhem. Spoiler: IOC Ethos Hide Ethos fells the tree on his first strike, so he can abandon full attack and take a move action. He can slip up to #6 using Born as cover (the trees can AOO even while grappling). If he risks AOO from trees 1 or 2 with their 15' reach: Spoiler: Tree #1 AOO Hide Attack [roll0], damage [roll1], grapple [roll2], pull 5' [roll3] Spoiler: Tree #2 AOO Hide Attack [roll4], damage [roll5], grapple [roll6], pull 5' [roll7] So how do you think you're doing so far? After finishing his opponent on the first stroke, Ethos draws his bow and launches a flurry of arrows at another tree without breaking stride. Spoiler Hide use the rolls for haste and the 2 iterative attacks from the 'if tree goes down' spoiler in previous post. Quick draw and free action stow don't interrupt his full attack to my understanding 77/96 HP currently (36 damage, mostly shunted into delayed damage pool, then when it empties at the end of his turn it wipes out the 15 THP from breaking sphere for 19 damage net) One of the trees grabs Born (9 damage), the other grabs Valeria, and then they stride doggedly towards Ethos, carrying their prizes along with them. Ward Ward directs the thundercloud to attack the tree holding Donn being careful to avoid hitting his ally. He then shoots more beams of lightning at it hoping to finish it off. Spoiler Hide Fly Check to Hover (1d20+22)[35] Move Action: Move Thundercloud to the back side of Tree#6 - Overcome Spell Resistance (if needed) (1d20+12)[20] - Damage (6d6)[19] x1.5 (DC 23 REF save negates) Standard Action: Cast scorching ray using lesser elemental (electricity) metamagic rod at Tree#6. 1st ray: ranged touch attack (1d20+10)[22] Overcome spell resistance (1d20+12)[24] Damage (4d6)[9] x1.5 2nd ray: ranged touch attack (1d20+10)[27] Overcome spell resistance (1d20+12)[25] Damage (4d6)[17] x1.5 3rd ray: ranged touch attack (1d20+10)[28] Overcome spell resistance (1d20+12)[29] Damage (4d6)[12] x1.5 The tree holding Born convulses and smokes as it is struck by lightning again and again, and cracks halfway down the middle, depositing Born on the ground as the side holding him lists over grotesquely. It is truly, profoundly dead. (Given the trees acting, I assume a new round)Ethos switches to his spear, but goes back to his bow when he sees his ally grabbed by the hostile tree. He slides sideways to get a clean shot, then draws and looses several times, careful not to hit Valeria. Spoiler Hide immediate action weapon switch to recover focus 5' step left (assuming the dead tree isn't giving cover) full attack w/ bow (w/ haste) (1d20+22)[32] damage (1d8+6)[10] (1d20+22)[31] damage (1d8+6)[12] (1d20+17)[21] damage (1d8+6)[12] (1d20+12)[29] damage (1d8+6)[9] Born"Farrah!" Dorrn says as the tree flops to the side. He shakes his hair free from his eyes and focuses on the one tree remaining, Valeria caught in its grasp. With a mighty leap he flies through the air bring his axe down overhead on the tree. Spoiler Hide Activate Primal Warriors Stance and Charge Tree 2, using the Furious Primal Wrath strike with Power Attack. End in between W and V, adjacent to Tree. Survival check to avoid AOO. (1d20+18)[35] Furious Primal Wrath w/ Power Attack (1d20+24)[33] Damage (3d8+63)[83] Primal Warrior's Stance: +1 size category for CMB/CMD, +2 sizes for weapon damage. Born HP 87/173 AC 21 Active Effects: Haste, Prayer, Sickened, Raging [4/31] Readied Maneuvers: Dizzying Blow, Furious Primal Wrath, Bloody Riposte, Momentum Crush, Cornered Frenzy Strike Expended Maneuvers: Dizzying Blow, Momentum Crush, Bloody Riposte, Furious Primal Wrath With the last of the killer trees dead, you finally have a chance to catch your breath, clear your heads and examine your surroundings. Clearly, this is NOT the ruined fortress-monastery of Church. It's a clearing in a wild forest with a creepy bone archway in the middle. Spoiler: for Ward Hide The archway is a Witch gate, the focus of a very large Teleport Trap effect. Any long-range teleportation within its area of effect is going to land you back in this clearing. You need to get far enough away before you can try teleporting again. The spell can easily be seen with Detect Magic, so it's trivial to check if you're still in range of the Witch gate. The crows are circling the gray sky above you, clearly disappointed at not receiving a feast today. Ward Sorry about the rough ride my friends. Apparently we fell prey to a teleport trap that diverted us to this place. This archway is what is called a Witch gate and is the focus of the trap. Until I can figure out a way to neutralize it we will be unable to teleport to anywhere but this grove. Ward casts a spell of detection and studies the gate intently. Spoiler: Witch gate Investigation Hide Cast Detect Magic and study the Witch gate. Can the Gate(s) be destroyed by physical means? Are there any other methods of disabling? Will a disable device work? Knowledge Arcane check (1d20+26)[37] for knowledge of how to disable the magic powering the gate. Knowledge History check (1d20+24)[39] for historical references to how such devices were defeated. Disable Device check to disable this gate/teleport trap if possible (1d20+29)[47] "Can't account for everything, and we came out alright." Lethos shrugs as he cleans his weapons and collects his arrows." Seems they don't care for unexpected visitors." Spoiler Hide arrows are durable, so recovery is easy. Also has detected magic from racial The Witch gates are not magic items as such, but focuses that are built during the creation of the warded zone. As such, the destruction of the Gate won't destroy the enchantment. A Dispel Magic spell might be able to temporarily disable the ward. The effect stretches beyond your ability to detect from this clearing. Ward cannot see a way to disable the Witch gates at this time. If we wish to Teleport later we will need to get out of range of the effect. For now, I suggest we take a quick look around and see if we find any supplies left by previous victims of these cursed trees. Then we can journey onward towards Church. Spoiler: Perception Hide Search the area for loot. Perception (1d20+32)[36] Ethos gives Ward a hand in his search. Spoiler Hide auto-pass aid another for +2 Born"Damn trees!" Dorrn says as he smashes the fallen trees a bit more." Is EVERYTHING in this god-tainted country going to try and kill us?" He says and then looks around." Huh. This wasn't where we were going, was it?" "Unless our destination is cleverly disguised as trees, no, no it isn't." Lethos replies with rolling eyes. A quick search of the trees reveals nothing but bleached cloth and half-digested bones. The crows seem to be mocking you as they circle above, but at least the gray clouds have gone away, and the early midday sun looks hale and healthy. Going north would probably put you closer to Church, but also in mountains. Going south might take you further away, but to a river. Assuming that you're EVN in Villach province. Ward'm not sure where we are exactly. Rickshaw and I will see if we can spot any landmarks which may give us an indication of our location. With that he flies upwards above the treetops to look around. He casts a wary eye in the direction of the crows, ready to defend himself should they decide to swarm. In the sack of supplies, Born finds a map of Villach province (the province is a bit less than 100 miles across): in the foothills where the mountains meet the forest to the northwest. You are in a forest, with a river to the south and mountains to the north. As Ward and Rickshaw surgery the area, they find nothing to indicate where the area of the Witch gate ends, but you find yourself in the curve of the southeast forest, about a mile from the inner edge. "We have some walking to do. Anyone need a moment before we head out?" Lethos queries, stowing his weapons once they are cleaned and his bruises faded. Spoiler Hide I don't see the spire on the map but assume we know its general location Ward believe our destination is to the northwest. We can either try to move directly there by going through the mountains to the north, or we can travel south to the river and then follow it west and north. I would suggest south unless everyone has a means of flying. Ethos shrugs." Rocks are little hindrance to me, but I can't speak for everyone." After sullenly staring at each other for what feels like an eternity, you finally shuffle southwards, planning to leave the forest and follow the river. A few hours later, you emerge from the forest. Free from the oppressive feeling of hidden eyes watching you, you stroll along the river, pausing occasionally to check if you've crossed the boundary of the teleport-diverging effect. As the sun begins to set, you finally find yourself outside the influence of the Witch gate. What do you do? Ethos looks at the path ahead, frowning,"Probably best to walk rather than risk further interference with teleportation, right?" Ward Agreed. Ward nods in assent. The sun is beginning to set we should probably find a spot to camp for the night. Preferably outside the influence of the Witch gate. By the river, there are plenty of good camping spots. In your sack of supplies, you find a tent; it's a snug fit, but it will fit all of you. There's also supplies: cheeses, hard sausage, grains. With the river nearby, you have plenty of fresh water, and the forest provides fuel. What do you do for watch shifts? Do you do anything in particular? Ethos takes one of the darker watches, his eyes better than a human's in the dark, though not equal to a dwarf's. He spends his watch fiddling with his gear, tweaking clasps and shifting straps, sharpening and oiling weapons, etc. Ward will take the last watch and will prepare a meal for when the others awake. Rickshaw will stand guard over his master all night looking out of the tent opening with his dark vision and sensing the vibrations from his tremor sense. Born"It beats some of the places I've spent the night." Dorrn says as they settle into their campsite." At least you can see the stars." He munches on some cheese as he sits against his pack." You lot take an early rest, I'll stay up, make sure nothin' sneaks up on ya." Spoiler Hide Born will take the first watch. In the middle of the night, Kickshawwakes upward. "Master. Valeria went to check something out. She hasn't returned. I think I heard a scream". Nep map. It's a moonlit night, and the light outside is dim. The squares with vegetation are difficult swampy terrain (the solid green squares are regular grass. Covered terrain). It's a move action to get out of your bedroll, and you'll be squeezing until you leave the tent through the opening to the north. Wake up! Something is amiss... He says in a loud whisper. As he rises from his bedroll he gives Ethos a nudge and directs Rickshaw to do the same to Donn. Spoiler Hide Move Action: Get out of Bed Standard Action: Cast Invisibility if nudging is a free action. Born"Whey! No, I ordered the steak, not the...huh? Dorrn wakes up loudly, caught mid-dream. He thrashes out of his bedroll and stumbles out of the tent." Whass the matter? Where's breakfast?" He slurs, still half-asleep. Ethos rises silently, stringing his bow with practiced precision even as his mind tries to catch up with current events, slipping out of the tent. Spoiler Hide move to stand, move to get clear, final disposition dependent on situation seen from outside the tent (LLV, detect magic constant effect) Out in the bogs surrounding the campsite, Ethos and Ward see the slumped form of someone, probably Valeria. Born rubs at his eyes in the half-dark and sees nothing but the moon and a few clouds. Spoiler: Ethos sees something more. Hide Shadows swirl on the ground around Valeria. As far as you can tell? The undead, incorporeal, strength-draining kind. Born"There's you..." Dorrn says to Ward slowly. "...and the elf. Where's Val?" Dorrn asks. The silence of the night in answer sobers him awake, and he reaches for his war axe."VAL!" He shouts at the top of his lungs. "Val, where are you?!" He yells, stumbling around the campsite. Ward grabs his Haversack and steps out of the tent. Seeing the slumped figure he fears the worst and cries out. Valeria! Unsure of what danger has befallen the cleric he casts a protective barrier around her. Spoiler Hide Move Action: Grab Haversack 5ft step: Step outside tent Standard Action: Cast Resilient Sphere on what he assumes is Valeria's body. "Undead, insubstantial of form. There!" Lethos points as he runs, stepping on air to gain height and readying his spear. Spoiler Hide remainder of movement is going up at a 45° angle toward the undead. Ethos runs through the air at the shadows. They spiral upwards from the ground to meet him, but most of them are speared and melt into nothing. A single shadow slips inside the reach of his spear and grasp at him, but the elf's mongoose reflexes evades the blow with a blink to spare. IOC: 7 wounded shadows fall to attacks of opportunity, the last one attacks and misses. Ethos steps back, still treading air, and launches a flurry of thrusts dispersing the shadow quickly. Spoiler Hide full attack w/ spear (1d20+23)[43] damage (1d8+15)[16] + (2d6)[2] (1d20+18)[22] damage (1d8+15)[23] + (2d6)[5] (1d20+13)[15] damage (1d8+15)[21] + (2d6)[10] Seriously 7 for 7 on Amos...with reduced damage since they are incorporeal (bane helps there)...these guys aren't tough. Ward Hearing the warning from Ethos, Ward reaches into his Haversack and draws forth another metamagic rod. He steps forward to get a better angle and sends a ball of fire into the area between Ethos and Valeria. As the fireball erupts he uses the rod to pierce the ethereal veil and allow the destructive energies to penetrate. Spoiler Hide Move Action: Draw Lesser Cytoplasmic Metamagic Rod 5 ft step in the direction of the battle Standard Action: Cast Fireball (DC 22 Reflex for 1/2) using Cytoplasmic rod. Placing the edge at Ethos and extending towards Valeria's position. Damage: (10d6)[34] The area around Valeria smokes with the flash of the fireball. All seems quiet. Valeria is still slumped over, unmoving, in the force bubble. Ethos descents, touching down lightly." There may be more about. Hard to follow the trail of such creatures; they leave none, at least physically." Ward Ward rushes up to Valeria's body, peering through the force bubble he searches for any sign of life. Be careful if they have drained all the life from her, she may arise as one of them. He prepares to drop the protective barrier on command. From a few feet of distance, Valeria looks dead. She doesn't have any obvious wounds on her, but seems to have collapsed forwards onto her knees, dropped her hands to her side, and given up on living. Ward With a few words and a wave of his hand he dismisses the barrier. He kneels beside Valeria's motionless body and checks for a heartbeat or any breathing. Unable to find any signs of life he stands and looks towards Ethos and Born. Help me get her body back towards the campfire, so I may examine it more closely. A cleric as powerful as her should not have fallen easily to such creatures... He looks around the area and searches for her weapon Raven's Head, a knot begins to form in his stomach. Valeria is in fact dead. As you look her over, it would seem that the shadows did in fact kill her. Of the Raven's Head, there is no trace... Ethos furrows his brow." Strange indeed. Let us bury her, but we must continue. Our enemy knows we are here and has taken what they worked so hard to attempt to acquire before. That is an ill turn for us, I fear." Ward Agreed. He nods his assent. Now that they have the Raven's Head they may no longer have need for the Baron. Perhaps by rescuing him we may have an opportunity to recover the relic as well. Ward searches Valeria for any healing magic which might assist them before wrapping her body in a blanket. He pours a vial of holy water over her body and then places her in the grave. He picks up a medium-sized stone, traces an arcane mark on it, and sets it in the grave with her. If we survive this I will return and take your body to your church.l. After the grave is filled, he sprinkles another vial of holy water over the fresh dirt as he recites a Pharisaic burial prayer provided by Rickshaw. Let us finish our rest and continue on our way. The next day passes by rather uneventfully. It rains most of the day, and those of you who get wet find the rain irritating your skin and eyes. In the afternoon, the rain finally subsides. As you walk along the river in silence, Ethos spots smoke as from a campfire further along the river. Ethos points out the smoke to the others." Someone does not care who knows they are there. Trap?" Ward Could be. I'll check it out. Ward casts a spell of invisibility and flies up in the air and closer to the smoke. Flying at about 100' above the ground, you see two armored figures, human-looking, sitting at the fire. Something the size of an anaconda, but with the iridescent blue-green scales of a venomous snake, is coiled up next to the fire as well. Ward Backing away from the campsite a bit he regains his line of sight to Ethos and Born. He casts a message spell at his companions and whispers. Two armored humanoids and a large snake are near the fire. I will cover you if you wish to approach. Ethos nods, stowing his weapons. He gives time for anyone who feels inclined to take position before approaching. At a bow-shot away, he calls to those at the fire"Hello. This is dangerous country. Care to share your fire?" He keeps his hands spread, showing them empty. "Putting it mildly,"Grants muttered under his breath." Hail, stranger,"he said cautiously, turning towards the man approaching their fire." If you wish to share our fire, approach and be recognized." Both men stared intently at Ethos while the serpentine creature seemed to be looking past him. Neither man went for their weapons, but they looked ready to use them at a moment's notice. Spoiler Hide Grants and Stefan are studying the newcomer using Detect Evil and Detect Undead, respectively (or they will once he's close enough). The County is looking around for hidden ambushers: (1d20+23)[24] Perception Ethos approaches, giving a nod." Lethos Far wanderer, at your service. I am also not alone, but you must understand due caution. I spied your fire. My companions and I just had a run in with some shades of the dead, thought however had the fire might either be connected or ought to be warned. Either way." Sensing the situation did not seem likely to burst into violence, he waves a hand to signal the others that it was safe. "Grants View,"the lead knight introduced himself curtly,"and this is Stefan Master,"he indicated the younger knight at his side,"and Endymion,"he motioned to the serpentine creature. He broke off the stare, seemingly satisfied, and nodded." You and your companions are welcome to share our camp, but tell me, what business have you in this forsaken country?" Spoiler: For Athlon Hide Endymion's voice in your head: "None of these strangers disturb me". You know this means that he detects neither evil nor chaos in them. Ward Seeing Ethos' signal, Ward descends next to him hovering a few inches off the ground. He holds his hands up in a non-threatening manner as he dismisses his invisibility spell. Please do not be alarmed. He waits for the tension to ease before continuing. I am Ward of Lippstadt. My friends and I travel to the fortress-monastery of Church, we are on an urgent rescue mission. Now that we have answered your question perhaps you can tell us what YOU are doing here? "Stefan and I are Knights of the Order of OEM. Our mission is to hold vigil over this cursed land to ensure the safety of the wider world—and to ensure the safety of travelers by keeping them out. But if you have seen off an attack by shades, I suppose you can take care of yourselves." The knight motioned for the newcomers to take seats around the fire." Whose rescue do you seek in Church?" Spoiler: Wait, what are we doing again? Hide The kidnapped is count Lucien Saldana of Means province, whom you now believe is a direct descendant of the Whispering tyrant. Spoiler Hide He's just making extra sure both parties are on the same page. I also didn't know if Grants camp; Co. knew that the count was taken to Church, specifically. Ward Ah yes, Knights of OEM. Sorry, I should have recognized the markings on your armor. He pauses for a moment as he takes a seat. Since I believe us to have similar goals I will tell you that the man we seek is Baron Lucien Saldana. He has been kidnapped by the Whispering Way, and we have been sent by the Order of the Palatine Eye to retrieve him. We have suffered a few setbacks already. Our attempt to teleport directly to Church has revealed the area is guarded by a series of teleport traps called Witch gates. Our cleric fell to the shades mentioned earlier and the artifact Raven's Head that she carried is missing. With the Raven's Head and the Baron in their possession, I believe the Whispering Way may be close to their goal. "Had better day." Lethos adds, stoically. "I am sorry for your loss. My own order came across the same information, and they too paid a heavy price. But we didn't know where exactly the Baron was being taken, so my party and I had yet to pick up the trail. Given the urgency of the situation, and with the absence of other clues, I had considered making straight for Gallowspire. Fortunate then, that we should meet." Ward Indeed both our fortune's may have turned for the better. If you joined us we should make for Church as quickly as we can. Perhaps we may yet stop this evil plot. "Going to be a busy morning." Lethos wastes little time finding his way back to his bedroll. "Indeed. Though now that our direction is clear, and time is of the essence, we can head straight there and relieve our fatigue with magic as needed—unless you need rest to regain spells." Ward have not cast many spells today, I am fine to push forward. (Day or night), As progress along the banks of the Path river, you come across recent tracks. A large group, with horses and wagons, seem to be preceding you. Ethos studies the tracks for a moment. Spoiler: survival Hide (1d20+12)[32] "Not being subtle, are they? I doubt many legitimate traders pass here." Judging from the tracks, the horses are going at a relaxed rate. Ward When we get closer to them, I can fly ahead invisible and check them out. Spoiler: Perception Hide Perception Check: (1d20+32)[47] "There are no legitimate traders in this land, except the very foolish or the very ignorant. Endymion, would you accompany Ward in scouting ahead?" Spoiler Hide Courts have a 60' Fly speed with Good maneuverability, and at-will Invisibility. I imagine Endymion would stay invisible most of the time. If he agrees to accompany Ward: Perception: (1d20+23)[32] Stealth: (1d20+19)[28] (+20 Invisibility while moving, +3 DEX, -4 Large Size) As you approach the other party, you see about two dozen covered wagons, splashed with colors, pictures, and the bric-a-brac of having been lived in and lovingly maintained for a long time. Parisians, by the look of them. Common enough in Usually, but seemingly out of place in this bleak land. At the flanks, a few humans and halflings ride guard, but they don't seem to have spotted you yet. In the middle of the caravan, one of the wagons carries a cage, open to the environment. Shackled to the floor is a reappeared woman who seems to be in pain. Ethos readies his bow and waits for a report form the scouts. Born, who hasn't been paying much attention to things as much because he was drinking from his literally endless Sake bottle, is now more alert and waiting for the scouts to return. Ward flies back to the group. It is a caravan of Parisian nomads. They don't appear to be overtly hostile. They have a prisoner caged in one of the wagons, she appears to be an old woman. There are a few guards on the perimeter. We should probably find out what they are doing here. Ethos nods." Experienced travelers would know to avoid these parts, so it is suspicious. Who wants to be the one to say hello? I am not the best with words." The award proudly wears his sash that declares him as a crusader of Last wall. If these be evil, then let them know who is coming for them. If these are innocents, then let them know who can protect them." Perhaps not me. I do not...put people at ease. Maybe Ethos?" "I will talk to them, but stay close." Granis turned to continue onward to the Parisians' camp." Nomads should know where not to wander, so I suspect they have a specific reason to be here, for good or ill. And in any case, the urgency of our mission is such that we cannot escort them to safety." Ward nods as he falls in behind Grants. It is odd that they seem to be travelling in the same direction as us... Hopefully they have not become enthralled by the Whispering Way. "Maybe. But I must still speak with them first: I cannot bypass them in good conscience, if there's a chance they may simply be lost. If they serve the enemy they will have to be dealt with anyway, and better now than later." "Just signal us if they need an ass kicking! Good luck."replies the drunken brawler as he takes another sip. As Grants approaches the caravan, one of the outriders spot him and signals once, then once-and-a-half with his whistle. Other men and halflings ride up in a semicircle, weapons at hand but not drawn yet. One of the men addresses him in Parisian. Grants raised his hands slightly in a non-threatening greeting." I'm afraid I don't speak Parisian. Do any of your party?"he asked of his new companions." If not, we shall have to hope one of them can speak Common. Or Celestial." "Greetings, Sir Knight", a tall, broad-chested man replies, in perfect Common. "Forgive the unfriendly welcome. These are harsh lands, and we were not expecting visitors". As you start asking questions, he interrupts you. "Ah. You did not come for the music and the dancing, did you? No, it sounds like you need to talk to my grandmother. There she comes now.". A small wagon drawn by a single pony trundles closer. Underneath a wide-brimmed hat you see the wizened face of a gnomish matriarch." Thank you Avid, dear boy. Put the kettle on, will you?" she addresses the man. "I am Grandmother Selma. Now, I believe you had questions for me, Sir Knight?". "Well met. I am Grants View, of the Knights of OEM. Your men are right to be cautious in this land, but that just raises further the question. Forgive my candor, but why are you here? This is no country for the living, and part of my duty is to ensure that people stay out for their own safety." Ward Although fluent in the Parisian language, Ward pretends he does not understand. As Grants is conversing with the caravan leaders he listens to the conversations taking place among the rest of the travelers. Perhaps someone might let slip their true intentions. Spoiler: Listening Hide Perception (1d20+32)[39] (-5 if you want to remove bonus from eyes of the eagle) Sense Motive (1d20+19)[38] Among the other Parisians, Ward picks up three general threads of conversation:"Should we try to hide Lacrosse?" "No, they've already seen the cage"." These radio look useful, I hope Grandmother gets them to come along"." We should have never come here". Grandmother Selma seems unfazed. "We are travelling to Wither leaf Barrows. The Harrow" - she mimes a spread of cards - "has shown us thatthatis where we need to be". She grimaces, the wrinkles on her face contorting into new and fascinating shapes; "I hope we can be done here quickly. My old bones do not like this place".(Grants knows about Wither leaf: Once a small village protecting the graves of its inhabitants’ respected ancestors, the town of Wither leaf is now little more than crumbling stone foundations and the occasional brick chimney still standing amid the burial mounds. The barrows once held the bodies of heroes from a war forgotten even before the Whispering Tyrant’s rise, but when the blight of Tar-Bap hon corrupted those buried within, the villagers dug up the barrows to destroy their fell inhabitants. Since then, no plants or crops have grown here, giving the village its name, and the skeletal arch of a witch gate stands like a grim monument to the fallen princes once buried here.) Grants shook his head." That doesn't tell me why you need to be here. There's nothing left of Wither leaf, and the barrows were dug up ages ago. Again, please forgive an old sentinel his suspicions, but I must ask again: Why exactly are you following your divination into such peril, let alone with a caged prisoner?"" Ma'am, we too would like nothing better than to be on our way. But if we can't convince you to turn around, we have to know what you all are so insistent on doing here,"the younger knight added. Spoiler Hide Diplomacy with Stefan aiding: (1d20+24)[35] Grants does not have a good Sense Motive, but he'll try anyway, again with Stefan's help. At the same time he'll be using Detect Evil and Stefan will use Detect Undead, just in case. Sense Motive: (1d20+1)[7] (+2 more if the Aid is successful) Stefan Aiding: (1d20-1)[3] "deadly bars of iron and piercing shrieks await, striking cold the hearts of men”, she recites. "You are a man of...faith. Surely you understand. We must go to Wither leaf."" We have brought some ...protection, but your company would be more than welcome. Tell me whyyouare here, and I'll read your fortunes". She breathes as if in pain. "For free". "Since the end of the Shining Crusade my order has been tasked with patrolling this cursed land, and ensuring the evil within never rises to threaten the wider world. That evil lies in wait to this day, and thus we keep our vigil." Granis breathed deeply and clenched his jaw, to hide his increasing exasperation, and because part of him wanted to dispense with courtesy and demand that the woman state her intentions plainly. But he could not compromise his mission by doing the same. He couldn't just walk away from this, nor did he have time to stand around all day trying to suss out an actual answer from this woman. And she'd totally ignored that he asked about their prisoner, which in itself was suspect. Courtesy has its limits. One more evasion, he resolved, and I shall have to be more forceful. Spoiler Hide Do the words "deadly bars of iron and piercing shrieks await, striking cold the hearts of men” mean anything special to Grants (e.g. has he heard the before, are they a passage from his holy text, etc.?) Also, how close is Wither leaf, and is it between here and Church? Grants ponders the crone's words:"Piercing shrieks, striking cold the hearts of men" seems familiar. In fact, it's one of the lesser known verses of the Litany of Grave foes, a mnemonic rhyme to remember various undead creatures; it refers to the signature deadly wail of the Banshee. (Ethos knows this as well)." Deadly bars of Iron" sounds vaguely Ashmolean or Infernal, but nothing specific comes to mind. Ky tons are deadlychainsof iron.Wither leaf is on one of your possible routes, so other than sticking to a 30' overland speed, nothing is lost on that account. But you don't know how long these fools intend to stay there. "Are you alright, dear? My grandson will be here with a nice cup of tea soon. It will soothe your frustration." She bends forwards and steeples her fingers. "But since you're here to ...keep vigil..., you should probably escort us to Wither leaf. Make sure we don't accidentally disturb an ancient buried evil. That's what you do, isn't it?" Grants bristled visibly but managed to keep his tone even." Our route takes us through Wither leaf, so we could escort you there. However, we would not have long to linger, nor could we escort you back to safer country. He lowered his voice and stepped closer, even as his voice hardened." We hasten to rescue a man kidnapped by cultists and spirited deeper into this land, presumably to be used in some foul sacrifice. Now, at great risk and against my better judgement, I have revealed to you my mission here in the hope you will reciprocate. I don't have any more time to waste. One last time: Tell us plainly what exactly you plan to do in Wither leaf, and why you are taking a caged prisoner with you." "Many of the answers you seek lie with the one twice imprisoned," she offers, clearly enjoying the repartee. "Well. Anyway. The woman in the cage is Lacrosse, one of our own, of her own explicitly stated free will. As for what we are doing in Wither leaf....we are either going to find something or meet someone. The cards are unclear". "That one has no answers and many lies, if we're speaking of the same creature. And is vagueness not the ever-frustrating problem with divination? I doubt there will be anything to find in Wither leaf. The town has decayed almost to nothing, and as I said the barrows have been dug up. I imagine scavengers would have picked it clean decades ago. That leaves the other possibility, and few people you're liable to meet in Villach are friendly." It was a long shot, but whoever waited for the Parisians might be connected to the Whispering Way, and might provide some more information—or at least could be confronted separately from those in Church." Provided my party assents, we will escort you to Wither leaf on the condition we can speak with your prisoner first." Better to stay where he could keep an eye on these people, especially since their leader now knew of his mission. "The woman's name is Lacrosse, but I doubt you'll hear much from her. Though you are welcome to try." Ethos listens to the exchange, content to let the knight handle the exchange as he keeps an eye on their hosts as well as the surroundings. Just because the Parisians weren't part of a trap didn't mean they couldn't be attacked anyhow. When Grants gets permission to speak to the prisoner, Ethos moves to stay in ear (and bow) shot, to be safe. We shall see. Granis nodded and turned to gather the rest of his party." I assume you all heard the conversation. Let us talk to their 'willing' prisoner." Ward Quite a frustrating woman to get any answers from. Such is the problem of relying on portents and omens to guide you. Ward shrugs slightly. As for the rest, they seem to be genuinely glad we are here. Many are worried about traveling in this area and glad to have us for some protection. They do seem to be worried about this Lacrosse woman and thought about hiding her from us. It does appear further investigation is warranted. As you turn away from Selma, her grandson Avid arrives with samovar tea and a tray of cups. The Grandmother watches you over the rim of her teacup, her face inscrutable. As you approach the caged woman, you see that she is filthy with small bones, leaves, seashells, as well as road dust. A strong smell of brimstone wafts from her, as she contorts herself into a painful-looking constricted seating position. A deep growl, far too deep for her slender frame, rumbles from her throat as she fixes you yellow-irises eyes. She tilts her head and casually vomits up a tiny pile of bones. Ethos raises an eyebrow,"I am no expert on human behavior, but I believe that is unusual." Spoiler Hide untrained on plains. Religion get anything? (1d20+15)[32] Grants took a cup of tea with him and nodded thanks, but didn't drink it just yet. Both knights looked on stoically at the display as they examined the prisoner with practiced eyes." What's your name?" Stefan asked. Spoiler Hide Grants uses Detect Evil, Stefan uses Detect Undead. In case a Knowledge: Religion check would help identify what's up with her: Grants: (1d20+19)[29] Stefan: (1d20+15)[16] Ward Quite unusual... Ward covers his nose and mouth with his hand. The smell of brimstone and other symptoms could indicate possession or possibly be the result of a powerful curse. As he looks at the woman he tries to study her with detachment but finds his emotions changing back and forth between disgust and pity. Spoiler Hide Cast Detect Magic Knowledge: Arcane to read any magical aurae. (1d20+26)[33] The dwarves monk approaches and says his hellos, then frowns as he sees the caged woman." I hear many possessions can be temporarily ended with certain protective divine spells. Perhaps we can try one?" Grants and Ward both recognize the signs of possession. She has a Strong Evil aura, and Faint Necromancy and Divination." My name is..... Lacrimossa", the caged thing answers with a rasping laugh. "Didn't the kindly grandmother tell you so?" Grants said nothing in direct response, but began to recite a familiar catechism to cast a warding incantation. Spoiler Hide Casting Protection from Evil on the prisoner. Ward observes the effect of Grants' incantation on the prisoner. He waits to see if the host personality emerges before communicating with the creature. The creature in the cage screeches and evades the knight's touch. But the chains only permit so much movement, even with the unnatural contortions she goes through, and he eventually manages to grasp her and transfer the power. She shudders for a moment. She hides her face in her hands, and speaks in a soft, cracking voice. "Is it.....is it over?". She looks up at you, grinning widely. "Convincing, wasn't I? Too bad your faith is not strong enough, mortal.". But as Grants recites the prayer and reaches out again, her cocky expression fades. This time, the first words out of Lacrosse are: "Do you know what you've done?!? The fiend was the only thing keeping us safe in this land. I made that deal. I made that deal.". Her eyes are a deep brown, and her voice is rich and melodious after a few coughs. "...hence the cage"Grants concluded, unfazed by the display." You made a deal with a fiend to keep your group safe where you shouldn't be in the first place. It would doubtless have broken its word, but in any case I could not exorcise it permanently. It will be back soon. Before then, tell us why you have put all their lives and your immortal soul at such risk by coming here." Ethos merely shakes his head, unsurprised by the foolishness common to all races. He keeps a sharp eye on the edges of the camp, just in case the lapse in the 'protection' caused immediate issues. "You are a knight, are you not? Honor. Duty. Lawful commands. These things move you, tell you your place in the world. It is not so for my people. We chart the currents of fate through dreams, portents and the Harrow, and it is up to us to decide what it means for us. Where we need to be. And we need to be in Wither leaf.". She sighs deeply. "Even at such cost.".IOC: Roll a Sense motive. "One of the many reasons I value my faith is that it grants me clarity,"the knight mused." Clearly, for better or worse you will not be dissuaded." Spoiler Hide Sense Motive: (1d20+1)[6] "But here we are. It seems portentous that we should meet on the road, does it not? Had I known, I could probably have spared myself a lot of pain". Grants sighed." Do you know anything at all about what we're walking into? And how exactly did the fiend promise to keep you safe? Is it in league with the dark powers of this land?" Ward Why do you need to go to Whither leaf? What have your portents and omens told you of what is to happen there? Spoiler Hide Sense Motive: (1d20+19)[39] Ethos allows the others to continue the questioning. Spoiler Hide nothing to add here (shrug) "The Mage; The Tower; Empress of Death - in a dominant position over the Material World and the Wanderer. That is what will happen if we don't go to Wither leaf". She gestures as if dealing cards. "Against that, the price I pay is a trifle. And the Barrow and the Deal with the Devil are both crucial to averting the Dark Fate". Ethos rolls his eyes,"Vague nonsense. Very helpful. I do not object to protecting them as long as they do not slow us down, but I am disinclined to overly credit their predictions." Grants felt a chill crawl up his spine at the mention of which cards they were." If the Mage, the Tower, and the Empress of Death refer to what I think they do, then our goals may align more closely than I thought. For all our sakes, we had best not tarry here any longer. The fiend will return soon. I have no wish to speak with it, and as I said it is beyond my power to banish—without killing you, that is. Let us pray it does not come to that. May Heaven yet preserve your soul, Lacrosse." With that, Grants returned to Grandmother Selma. Grandmother Salad welcomes you back after your conversation with Lacrosse, with no further barbs. After finishing up with the break, the caravan rolls out for Wither leaf. Donn has been ready for any physical trouble in case a fight breaks out, he is is unable to help with any sort of possession. And the ramblings of this fortune-teller is crazier than even his own drunken wisdom." Not the type of nonsense I'm used to..."he mutters to himself as he follows along. Ethos keeps a wary on both the countryside and their traveling companions. As you approach Wither leaf, the place is beginning to earn its name. Even the stringy grass gives way to dust. The village itself is not much more than blacked stones and a few fossilized timbers. It's dwarfed by the rolling barrow hills surrounding it. On one of the barons, overlooking the landscape, is another Witch gate. The Parisians circle the wagons, light cooking fires, and stretch out after the road. The fabled songs and dances are nowhere to be seen, though. There is a single fiddler playing a somber tune, and the oppressiveness of the landscape seems to weigh on everyone. Let me know where your characters are and what you are doing. Ethos nods toward the witch gate, bow in hand." Check it out?" "Indeed. The sooner we face whatever awaits us here, the better. Be on guard—just because the barrows' occupants were exhumed and destroyed long ago doesn't mean they're now safe." Granis and Stefan walked towards the witch gate with swords drawn, while Endymion as usual watched invisibly from a distance. Ward Yes, this Witch gate may have its own set of guardians. Or perhaps artifacts of such evil act as magnets for other evil things. Ward follows his companions, searching for the slightest hint of danger. Spoiler: Perception check Hide Perception: (1d20+32)[40] As you approach the Witch gate, about a hundred yards away from the encampment, Ward sees a shadowy, sinuous, bone-white shape fly across the moon. It disappears back into the dark, but he feels fairly certain that it is approaching, fast. Ward Lookout! I saw something in the sky. It approaches quickly! He quickly casts a spell to hasten on his allies. Spoiler Hide If this is a surprise round or pre-initiative then my action is to cast haste. If I am unable to cast haste before normal initiative then my first action will be to cast haste. Initiative roll if needed: (1d20+9)[28] Ethos rocks an arrow and draws, ready to lose when a target presents itself. Spoiler Hide can't ready outside of initiative, so no mechanics here As Ward finishes his spell, a huge skeletal dragon glides out of the darkness, and a wave of nauseating fear rolls over you. DC 24 will save vs. fear. If you fail, you are Cowering. Then roll initiative; this was a surprise round for Ward and the Dragon. If you beat a 22, you act before it does. It's about 50' out and 50' up. Ward manages to steel himself against the fear washing over him. A skeletal dragon! He points to the bony beast flying toward them. From his finger streak three beams of fire. Spoiler Hide Standard Action: Cast scorching ray Move Action: Draw elemental rod from Haversack. Overcome Spell Resistance: (1d20+12)[25] Ray 1 - Ranged Touch: (1d20+9)[22], damage (4d6)[11] Ray 2 - Ranged Touch: (1d20+9)[27], damage (4d6)[13] Ray 3 - Ranged Touch: (1d20+9)[29], damage (4d6)[16] (x2 damage, CRT confirmation roll) Ethos shakes of the waves of fear with difficulty, slowing his normally quick reactions. Spoiler Hide will save (1d20+12)[25] initiative (1d20+10)[17] (lost unit, so rolls below invalid) since rolls can't be edited, going to post additional rolls that may be needed longbow attack (1d20+21)[32] reroll if 10 or less (1d20+21)[34] damage (1d8+6)[9] + expending focus for + (4d8)[31] on hit: hindering projectiles Spoiler: hindering projectiles Hide Your successful deadly shot leaves the weapon or ammunition used for the attack lodged in the wound, making it difficult for the target to move and react. The target takes a -2 penalties to attack rolls, AC, and CMD; multiple uses of this ability stack, increasing the penalty by an additional -2 per projectile lodged in the target. The target may remove a single projectile as a move action, or may remove multiple as a full-round action. Born perks to attention at the sight of the undead dragon, and looks on as the beams of flame strike the ancient bones to no apparent effect. A roaring flame shot through with a sickly green flares up in the dragon's rib cage, and it breathes fire all over the hilltop. IOC: Everyone except Endymion gets a taste. 76 points of fire damage, 2 negative levels, DC 24 reflex for half. Born IronfistSpoiler: Stats Hide M LG Dwarf Monk, Level 12, Unit 3, HP 85/123, Speed 40 AC 38, Touch 29, Flat-footed 34, CMD 39, Fort 18, Ref 17, Will 22, CMB +18, Base Attack Bonus 9 FISTS!! +18 (2d8+1, x2) FISTS (IC +3, Vital Strike, Drunken Strength 2, Elemental Fist) +21 (4d8+4+2d6+(3d6+9 Acid), x2) FISTS (HASTE, IC +3, Vital Strike, Drunken Strength 2, Elemental Fist) +22 (4d8+4+2d6+(3d6+9 Acid), x2) Mage Armor (+4 Armor, +3 DEX, +2 Deflect, +5 Natural, +13 Misc) Abilities STR 13, DEX 16, Con 18, Int 13, Wis 28, CIA 5 Condition Barrow Warden (+1 ATK and AC vs undead), Mage Armor, Bark skin, IC +3 I pool: 14/16 Drunken I: 2 Advice left: 20/21 Reacting quickly, the dwarf is only PARTIAL LED-BATHED in unholy fire suffused with the essence of unlike. His vitality somewhat sapped, he grunts and quickly does the first thing he can think of to make himself feel better: Take a drink of sake! It was quick, but the gulp was deep."AHH, much better!"he says, smacking his lips." Now, ta FIX that 'horrible bad breath..." He closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment, and suddenly his allies are all cleansed of many ailments and debilitating effects." Now, HERE's how ya kill an O'regrown LIZARD..." Spoiler: IOC Hide Swift action take a drink to gain 2 drunken I. Spend 2 regular I as a standard action to use Restoration as an SLA, and share it with the party. Move action: Start giving Advice, opting to use Inspire Courage (+3 Hit, Damage, vs Fear). Grants grit his teeth and weathered the onslaught of fire, but Stefan was not so lucky, and standing between Grants and the blast's epicenter he caught the full brunt of the unholy flame. Yet he still stood, scorched but unbowed, when lesser men would have been instantly incinerated. Grants looked around them for cover even as both men belatedly switched to their longbows, and breathed a prayer to Someday to see them through the peril. As Grants moved forward, Stefan moved forward and to the side in an attempt to flank the creature if it landed. Endymion was far enough away to have escaped the effect of the blast, and hurried forward invisibly to come to the knights' aid. Spoiler Hide Grants: Swift Action: Lay on Hands self for (11d6+22)[57] HP 2nd Swift Action via Corset of Delicate Moves: Smite Evil on the dragon. Move Action: Put away sword Move Action: Draw Longbow and move towards cover if there is some nearby. Otherwise, he will move forward 40' straight towards the dragon. Stefan: Swift Action: Lay on Hands self for (5d6+10)[29] HP Move Action: Put away sword Move Action: Draw Longbow and move towards cover if there is some nearby. Otherwise, he will move 40' at an angle, forward and to the side. Free Action: Start Raging Endymion: Move up and if possible on this turn (60' fly speed), cast Cure Moderate Wounds on Stefan for (2d8+9)[17] HP. Otherwise, he will double-move to skirt around the hill on Stefan's side. Ethos draws his sword and launches into the air, making a powerful slash without regard for his own defense. Spoiler Hide delay negative level and 15 points of HP damage w/ guardian/durable Running up and attacking the dragon, using an acrobatics check to jump 31 rolled IOC and air stunt to cover the difference (1 ft vertical and horizontal on the jump check) mobile striker to make an attack action during the movement, no AOO from the target Berserker for 15 THP, -2 AC berserker for brutal strike, expend focus ATT (1d20+22)[8](8) (includes haste) - roll appears broken, 8+22 = 30 damage 43 rolled IOC using remaining movement (80 ft speed (50 + haste)) to get part way down, then falling, using a swift for air stunt to reduce fall height 42 rolled IOC (includes expending focus for extra damage) takes negative level and damage at end of turn, reduced by the 15 THP Stefan, Grants (And invisible Endymion) find cover at the Witch gate, about 20' from the rest of the party. Ethos leaps into the air, slashing at the dragon but failing to break the ancient, fossilized bones. Ward Ward watches as his scorching rays bounce harmlessly of the foul beast. He doesn't have long to think about it before dodging the blast of necrotic flame from the dragon's breath. Umm, Rickshaw? I thought skeletal dragons lost their immunities and breath weapons when raised from the dead? Ward searches his memory for any stories of undead dragons as he looks at his singed robes. Well there are different types of skeletal dragons... Kickshaw peers out from his familiar satchel to get a better look at the dragon. Well we better come up with some sort of weakness or this fight will be over real quick. Ward conjures a storm cloud at the dragon's head hoping to distract him. Spoiler Hide Ward's Knowledge (History): (1d20+24)[33] Rickshaw's Knowledge (Religion): [roll] 1d20+14[/roll] 24 rolled in IOC. Standard Action: Cast greater aggressive thundercloud Overcome Spell resistance: (1d20+12)[19] Thundercloud damage: (6d6)[28] DC 23 REF Save Negates This one is probably Marrowgarth, a red dragon that served as a steed to the Whispering Tyrant, was transformed in the last days of the Shining Crusade, and has terrorized Villach for centuries. Sorry, no idea exactly which kind of undead dragon monster it is. The dragon rolls and dives, powering through the rising thundercloud as if it were nothing more than a soap bubble. It swoops over your party, and swings its long neck in an arc, it's jaws closing onwards fleeing long gouges in his flesh. Droplets of blood smoke and evaporate in the intense heat of the dragon's passing. It rises back into the sky, as if taunting you. Spoiler: IOC Hide Dragon does a fly-by attack on Ward. Attack: (1d20+22)[31], damage (4d8+28)[46]. Having reached cover, the two knights began to shoot a volley of arrows at the dragon, whispering prayers between each shot. Endymion continued to circle around to provide assistance if and when necessary. Spoiler Hide Grants steps out from behind cover and takes a full attack action to shoot his longbow at the dragon. Haste Attack: (1d20+25)[28] Damage: (1d8+23)[28] First Iterative Attack: (1d20+25)[26] Damage: (1d8+23)[28] Second Iterative Attack: (1d20+20)[33] Damage: (1d8+23)[30] First successful hit deals an additional 12 damage from Smite Evil. Grants' AC increases to 28 against the current target. ----------------------------------------------------- Stefan likewise steps out, activates Smite Evil on the dragon, and takes a full attack. Haste Attack: (1d20+19)[34] Damage: (1d8+20)[25] First Iterative Attack: (1d20+19)[34] Damage: (1d8+20)[24] Second Iterative Attack: (1d20+14)[17] Damage: (1d8+20)[24] First successful hit deals an additional 10 damage from Smite Evil. Stefan's AC increases to 22 against the current target (including the -2 from Raging). Edit: All damage bypasses DR. Spoiler: Grants Bookkeeping Hide Attack Bonuses: 12 BAD +1 DEX +1 Enhancement +3 Inspire Courage +1 Haste +7 Smite Evil Damage Bonuses: +7 STR +1 Enhancement +3 Inspire Courage +12 Smite Evil Spoiler: Stefan Bookkeeping Hide Attack Bonuses: 10 BAD +1 DEX +1 Enhancement +3 Inspire Courage +1 Haste +3 Smite Evil Damage Bonuses: +6 STR +1 Enhancement +3 Inspire Courage +10 Smite Evil From out of nowhere, a grim apparition appears. A Man-shaped figure in ragged robes, a horse skull for a head, and great rotted feathery wings, hovers between you and the dragon, facing it defiantly. Ethos coils to spring again, then relaxes slightly." Well, if those two want to fight, are we inclined to get between them?" Grants ceased shooting but didn't say anything in reply, or indeed to make any sound, and Stefan followed his lead. He had no idea what to make of this turn of events. The skeletal dragon flaps its wings, swooping low to the ground to pick up speed, and flies into the darkness. At the edge of visibility, it suddenly disappears. The fiendish intruder turns and twists his skull into a wide grin, then disappears as well. Ethos frowns as the dragon disappears." I would wager that was the result of our traveling companion's pact. Convenient for the moment, but that dragon will have to be dealt with eventually." A quick study of the witch gate shows that it is, indeed, still active, and someone seems to have teleported here within the last few days. "How badly was everyone hurt by that blast?" Granis asked once the danger was gone." We can see to your wounds, but fortunately the Dwarf is well-versed in healing arts that are beyond my level of skill. The dragon's breath sears one's very life, even after the body is otherwise healed." Born...completely did not expect an apparition to show up and face off against the undead dragon. He also did not expect the undead dragon to actually be repelled." Huh...ya learn something new every day." In response to Grants's question, the dwarf winces." Da blast got meh good. Me liver can handle the healin' wit some more drinks, but any help is appreciated." "Of course. Blessings of the Goddess upon you,"Grants said solemnly as he healed Born with a touch. Spoiler Hide Lay on Hands: (11d6)[35] Down by the ruined village, the Parisians seem to be recovering from the Dragon fear, crawling out from under wagons and walking back from out of the darkness. {You aren't the only one worse for wear." Lethos grimaces. Spoiler Hide 61/96, 1 negative level Grants dutifully healed Ethos as well." Let's see if the Parisians know anymore about what they came here for in the first place."" I'm still feeling that blast too,"Stefan commented." Two Paladins and a Celestial here, and only a drunken Dwarf can cure this aliment,"he commented wryly. Spoiler Hide Lay on Hands on Ethos: (11d6)[42] "Thank me liver and me 'mystical arts' heh, heh. I learned how ta transform a strong drink like this sake here into all SORTS of useful energy. Magical, this 'I energy' is. A week ago, when I had quite a few drinks, why, I even felt time slow down!" Ethos gives a nod of thanks, then turns toward the Parisians. He seeks out Selma." So that was the pact you made? I hope it was worth the price. Can you now do what you came here to do?" At the heart of the Parisian encampment, you find Lacrosse, no longer in her cage, shivering under a blanket while two young girls brush her hair and feed her soup. Selma meets you as you arrive." That was ...heroic. No, wait, forgive an old woman, that came out wrong: That was heroic". She sighs deeply. "I must agree with you, I was really not impressed with this Protector of ours. We will rest here for the night, but I surely hope we can leave in the morning. Stay. Share our fire." As you wake up in the morning, the Parisians offer you hot breakfast and hotter tea. It's simple fare, but still much better than the rations you were expecting. While you're eating, Selma seeks you out. "We found something that may interest you," she tells. You. After you ready up, she escorts you to a ruined building - not much more than 4 half-pillars sticking out of the dusty soil, with a few bricks loosely clinging to the skeletal frame. Perched against the wall is a dedicated corpse, wearing leather armor and a travel outfit that doesn't seem nearly as aged as the corpse. Incongruously, the corpse is wearing a rusty plate armor gauntlet on one hand." The gauntlet is magical, but I thought it ...imprudent to disturb this corpse". Grants squinted at the corpse suspiciously." I've never known magically-enhanced steel to rust. But this is not my area of expertise. Can any of you identify the item?" Spoiler Hide Using Detect Evil on the body. Stefan will use Detect Undead. Ethos looks the site over. Spoiler Hide detect magic from racial, untrained in spell craft The gauntlet is magical, the bearer appears truly dead. "He's truly dead. Miraculous,"Stefan muttered." Especially considering, if he's been here as long as he looks, his clothes should have rotted to nothing by now. Probably not a resident of the town, more likely some fool who came wandering where he shouldn't. Whoever he was, we must give him proper rites, and then the pyre." Granis nodded agreement." Unless the rusty gauntlet is actually some mighty artifact, I take it the Witch gate is what they came here for."he suggested." Are we to activate, or destroy it? Or perhaps scaring off the dragon was the point, though I can't see that being anything but a temporary reprieve. " "Magic gauntlet. Can't say more myself. Someone else can touch it first." Lethos shrugs and steps back." Dragon will definitely be back. With a grudge I suspect. Territorial lot, dragons. Doubt being dead changes that." The gauntlet menaces you with its lying-still-less. Ward seems to have wandered off somewhere. "Fine." Lethos grabs the gauntlet, pulling it free form the corpse. "Can no one identify its properties?" Granis frowned." I wouldn't have touched it until I was certain. Cursed items are not unheard of, and this man may well have been its victim." As he spoke he was already retrieving a holy text from his backpack and flipping to an appropriate page for a fitting but brief rite. The glove thrums with magical power. You get a sense of sneering disdain, mixed with hunger, for the knight's shiny armor. But it seems to be waiting for you to unleash it. Where IS Ward, though? He was right there just a moment ago. Ethos holds the gauntlet at arms length, giving it a skeptical look as he is subjected to its empathy,"Seems it both hates and wants to eat Ward's armor. Probably unwise to put it on. Leave it or stow it?" There's a popping in his ears as Zofran materializes again. Another Witch gate, and no sign of Church. At least this time, however, there are signs of civilized life. A buzzing sensation in Zofran's veins tells him to press on, but after two off-target teleports his sensibility wins out. Best-case scenario, he'll just keep jumping between these infernal witch gates. That won't do anything to appease his growing frustration. He'd get some actual directions to Church from the locals, then make short-range teleportation jumps as far as visibility permitted. Much harder to arrive off-target when you can actually see where you're going. Maybe if he was close enough, he could just fly the rest of the way there. Zefran's feet lift off the ground, carried by his overland flight spell, heading towards the visible caravan. The sight of a man flying in would surely attract attention, but that was fine by him,"ex-excuse me, would anyone be able to provide me directions to Church? I s-seem to have lost my way,"Spoiler: IOC Hide Earlier in the day, Zofran cast Overland Flight, Mage Armor, and False Life hit points: (1d10+10)[16] Just as Grants had turned to look for Ward, he spun back round to look at the new arrival with a dubious expression and a hand on his sword pommel. Originally Posted by Darwin "I s-seem to have lost my way," "Haven't we all?" Stefan asked the newcomer with almost reflexive sarcasm, with a raised eyebrow. What business have you in Church?"asked Grants. Spoiler Hide Detect Undead camp; Evil as usual. Ethos's hand starts to go for a weapon, but pauses when the newcomer appears friendly enough." Also, are you in the market for a slightly used cursed gauntlet? I am afraid we are fresh out of undead dragons, but our stock may replenish itself if we wait." He quips lightly with a half smile. "I've heard through the grapevine that count... Saldana was it? Yes, yes, it was Saldana. That he'd been abducted by some rather obnoxious undead. Seems I was a little late on the uptake, and a group had already set out ahead of me,"Zofran sighs,"and when I tried to teleport after them, it seems I missed the mark... repeatedly,"He turns to look at the gauntlets,"Rust, hmm? Did you know that rusting is associated with elemental fire? It's just too slow a process to attain ignition. But let's see what exactly we have here,"Spoiler: IOC Hide Taking 10 on a spell craft check to identify the gauntlets, for a result of 27 Also, that is true. Rusting is an oxidization reaction, which is the same chemical reaction that causes fire. It appears to be an (uncured) Gauntlet of Rust. As you leave the ruins behind, still no sign of Ward. None of the Parisians have noticed where he went either. But you should probably get going, either overland or by teleportation. "Baron Lucien Saldana. We're attempting to rescue him too. Ward, before his disappearance, mentioned 'the area is guarded by a series of teleport traps called Witch gates', which is why we're walking to Church instead of having teleported there. Speaking of which, we must get moving again. Time is not on our side." "They don't... they don't appear to be cursed, but they are fairly valuable. Contrary to what you might think, they should protect your possessions from rusting. I can't say they're of much use to me, but I can offer you twenty-eight hundred if you're really desperate to be rid of them,"Zofran makes his offer, but quickly turns his attention way from the gauntlets as the topic of the count comes up." Ah, that would explain why my teleportation has been off. And I suppose that would make you the group that set out ahead of me! It's a pleasure to meet you, the name is Zofran. Hmm... these witch gates do seem to be something of trouble. I wonder, though, what the exact extent of their effect really is. I-I was going to attempt to teleport to Church in shorter hops, to places within visibility. That tends to be more reliable, but whether it will sidestep the specific effects of the witch gates is... well, I really won't know until I try. But it all depends on how close Church is. I do have some means of covering ground more quickly without relying on teleportation, and would happily provide my services if you'll have me,"Spoiler: IOC Hide Ninja'd and edited my post accordingly. At this point Zofran is more or less just planning to resell the gauntlets if the party is willing to give them for cheap, so there's really no reason to sell them to him. Direct teleportation will probably continue to fail, but teleportation isn't necessarily off the table completely. A more prudent approach would be a staggered teleportation. I would cast Fly on the entire party, then cast Dimension Door to take us to ~900 foot cruising altitude. I'd then cast Teleport to take us to the furthest visible location in the direction of Church. This reduces the chance of an off-target teleport, and could also bypass any specific magical effect that is preventing direct teleportation to Church. Presuming good visibility, this would be about 35 miles range. Alternately if we don't want to risk teleporting, Zofran does have the Shadow Conjuration spell with which he can create Phantom Steeds. These would have a 100 ft move speed and 4 hit points, so we could hustle them for up to two hours to cover 40 miles, then 10 miles per hour after that. We could also just hustle them to death and I could cast more, if you're okay with me blowing through pretty much all my 4th level slots doing so. They do have limited air walk capability to cover obstacles, and if we need full flight I can blow a few spell slots to cast fly on all of them. Sadly I'm a Sorcerer and not a Wizard, so that's pretty much the limit of what I can offer, but it does give us some good options. Of course, Zofran has no idea where he is or even which direction or how far it is to Church so you'll need to drop that info IC for him to suggest one of these courses of action. Ethos offers the gauntlet to the others,"Protecting armor does me little good, so if someone else wants it, be my guest." "Church is yonder,"Grants pointed down the road, giving directions and his best estimate of the distance." And I suppose I can use the gauntlets,"he said." If you are quite certain that their function is to protect against rust." "Yes, they absorb the aspects of rust into themselves, thus protecting your other possessions. As their bearer you could-could command them to reverse that flow and c-cause rust in an object of your ire, but that application would be somewhat more limited,"Zofran explains, then looks off in the indicated direction,"if you don't mind, I'll be right back. I want to get a good look in that direction, maybe see if I can spot Church,"Zofran flies into the air, rising to altitude of a thousand feet to gaze in the direction of Church and see what he can spy. He casts Detect Magic as he goes, seeing if he can perhaps spot the extent of the Witch gate's influence. Spoiler: IOC Hide It takes Zofran a little over a minute to hustle up a distance of 1000 feet. Presuming otherwise favorable conditions, the visibility from 1000 feet is approximately 35 miles. If visibility is good but Zofran can't see Church, he'll rise to 2000 feet, which will expand his view to 55 miles. It's about 15 miles of riverbank, and 35 of mountains, to get to Church. While Zofran takes off, Ethos gathers stone and piles them over the corpse. After about two minutes of absence, Zofran floats back down, touching his feet lightly on the ground." Well, I can't-can't make out anything over that BA-ba-blasted fog. I did have an-an idea for going over the extent of the Witch gates, but without a clearly visible point of reference that won't work,"Zofran sighs, his disappointment palpable, then refocuses himself,"so, traveling the old-fashioned way it is! Here's a trick I learned from a wonderful illusionist many years ago!" Zefran begins to weave his magic, casting the same spell in succession four times. Once for himself, and once each for Grants, Ethos, and Born. One by one marvelous stallions erupt from the ground. Manes of vibrant red streak down their heads like fire. Their hoofs beat into the ground energetically, and they eye their intended rider with ease and anticipation. Zofran raises himself by power of flight and lands calmly in the saddle of his own steed,"these creatures will make f-far better time than any ordinary horse you've ever ridden!" Zefran promises, though the waver in his voice does undermine his confidence. Spoiler: IOC Hide Zofran casts Shadow Conjuration four times, duplicating the effect of the Phantom Steed spell. These horses are quasi-real, so they don't have very many hit points, but are otherwise just as serviceable as mounts as the real thing. They have a 100 ft move speed, and are capable of air walking (though they must end their turn on solid ground, so we can't fly with them, but they can easily move over rugged terrain or obstacles without penalty). These steeds cover 10 miles per hour, so it will take about 6 hours to cross the entire distance to Church with them by land. We can also hustle part of the way to shave off a few hours. "Safe travels", Grandmother Selma greets you as you mount up. "What this all means is unclear to me. But it was a boon to my people, at the very least, that we came across each other. I can only hope that it also somehow aids your noble cause"." Your friend Ward came to me. He seemed distraught. He asked me if he was going to die". Selma shrugs. "It is a dire question to ask. I had Lacrosse perform a Harrowing for him. When it indicated that he would live for a long, long time and father many children, that seemed to make him even more distraught. He asked me to tell you that he was very sorry - and then he disappeared by magic". You mount up on your new phantom horses and ride northwest. Spoiler: For Grants Hide The most direct route goes through a pass called the Norway. And that, unfortunately, is all you actually know about it "Bizarre,"was all Grants had to say in response to Ward's sudden departure." We ride into deeper peril, but perhaps these strange gauntlets will yet have a part to play. May Someday speed your return to better lands,"Grants said with a small bow as he followed the rest of the party in leaving." I don't know this area that well, but the route to Church is through a pass called the Norway. I have the feeling we may be seeing that dragon again." "Dragon?" Zefran asks, raising an eyebrow,"what kind of d-d-dragon?" Ethos mounts deftly, then gives Zofran a half smile." No cause for alarm. It is long dead." "Rather active though, all things considered." "N-not alarm, no,"Zofran seems quite energetic,"rather, what color is it?" "A skeletal dragon glowing with blue light. Breathed unholy fire that scorched both body and soul,"Grants described grimly." Ward's fire spell seemed to do nothing to it." "Ah, so fire, is it? An l-little disappointing, I suppose, but it's what I needed to know,"Zofran shrugs,"but there's a reason I trained myself in cold magic. We'll see if it appreciates that," A few hours later, you approach the Norway. A dark rut smears its way below a craggy peak, gray bits of rotting actor gouging a trail of decayed filth leading up to a dark cave mouth. Flies buzz around the cavern opening as if drawn to the rotten, dying breath of this old mountain. Spoiler: Perception DC 20, posting your roll is not necessary To Hide The mouth of the cave is another Witch gate Ethos nods toward the cave." Another witch gate. The others have had guardians. Maybe best to check this one so we don't have anything coming behind us." "If this place is called the 'Norway', then I can h-h-hazard a guess of what kind of 'guardian' would lair here,"Zofran draws a deep breath and attempts to fight back his stammer without success,"if we must fight then gaining e-element of surprise would be p-p-prudent. I could create decoys, or hide us with invisibility, or both,"Spoiler: IOC Hide If we want to attempt to avoid this encounter, Zofran can spam invisibility on everyone. Invisibility lasts 12 minutes, which is 120 rounds. If we push the phantom steeds to their limit to move as fast as we can for that duration (8 rounds of casting, 92 rounds of hustling, 20 rounds of running) we could cover 52800 feet, which is conveniently exactly 10 miles. Of course, evaded encounters can have a way of coming to bite you in the butt, and if it has a way to track us even while we're invisible then that's a lot of spells blown for nothing. "Decoys would put the foe on alert, even if not towards us in particular. The undead may be guided by senses other than sight, and I would rather deal with this skeletal dragon once and for all than have it reinforcing the enemy at Church." "So a d-direct confrontation then? That's fair, even if I'm out of my e-element - so to speak - against a fire dragon,"Zofran cracks his knuckles,"s-speaking of fire, I do have an s-spell that could protect against that. I can also give you power of flight to chase down that dragon if it takes to the air,"Zofran turns and points,"and once we're prepared, I'll take us directly to that witch gate,"Spoiler: IOC Hide Presuming we're otherwise ready to go, Zofran will cast both the Protection from Energy (Fire) and Fly spells on every party member other than himself. These spells would be redundant for Zofran personally so he won't cast them on himself. After doing this, Zofran will cast Dimension Door to take us directly to the cave and jump over the approach. Whether that triggers the witch gate is irrelevant since that's where we're going anyway. We'll leave the mounts behind (my dimension door can't take that many creatures with us anyway). "Unless you have some stratagem for stalking and ambushing an undead dragon, yes, direct confrontation seems unavoidable. Though I've worked with wizards before, and I've yet to see a flight spell that can match a dragon on the wing." "Would you rather be sitting on the ground t-twiddling your thumbs?" Zefran raises an eyebrow. Ethos steps a few feet into the air, then back down in response, half smile on his lips." Catch the guardian in its lair and mobility shouldn't be an issue." "Using our bows from cover is often more effective than chasing a faster flying enemy through the air,"Grants pointed out,"but I wouldn't object to the mobility either." As you teleport across the river, the stench becomes overpowering. The flies scatter at your arrival, but a thick blanket of them were on the actor-covered ground. The smell is, surprisingly, not that of death and rot, but closer to the blood and gangrene smell of wounded men getting worse. Spoiler: Survival DC 16 Hide The path is gouged by something huge dragging its body along on clawed forelimbs. Before you is a dark cave, it's entrance carved and decorated as a Witch gate. There is also the path leading deeper into the mountains. Grants and Stefan advanced slowly on the cave with their swords drawn, peering closely into the dark. Endymion kept an eye on their surroundings from his usual position, invisible in the back. Spoiler Hide Perception (Endymion): [roll]1d20+23 The two Paladins are using their usual Detect Evil camp; Detect Undead as they advance. Ethos keeps his spear ready. Spoiler: survival Hide (1d20+12)[28] He points to the ground." Something heavy and clawed drags itself here, wearing the ground." Zofran's heels clack together as he lifts off the ground, avoiding contact with the detritus." Can you tell if it came recently?"he asks. Oh, it's fresh alright. Hours, at most. What kind of light does Grants and Stefan carry into the cave? "A few hours since last it past, at the longest." From within the darkness, an intense gout of flame belches forth, washing over Stefan, past the paladins, and hitting Ethos as well. In the brief flash of light, Grants sees a long, grayish diatonic form deeper in the cave, still beyond the reach of dark vision.78 fire damage, reflex DC 22 half. The Paladins had steeled themselves for something of the sort, but were caught again in the blast of a dragon's flame." Bastard's in there, all right!" he roared after everyone had dove to the side." Twenty-plus yards!" Spoiler Hide Grants Reflex: (1d20+15)[32] Stefan Reflex: (1d20+8)[19] Zofran doesn't waste a moment incenting a spell of speed,"cover the distance as quickly as you can, then; the protective magic I imparted earlier won't protect you forever,"he implores them, a calm and cool demeanor overtaking him as the fire washes over the area. He then moves aside to avoid any follow-up blast. Spoiler: IOC Hide Zofran casts haste on the party. A reminder that Zofran cast Protection from Fire on everyone prior to bringing us here. This spell will absorb up to 120 points of fire damage before being discharged. Ethos twists away from the brunt of the flame, drawing his bow and sending a shaft back to its source before drawing his spear and closing the gap. Spoiler Hide made the save IOC sniper sphere deadly shot w/ longbow, ignores concealment ATT (1d20+22)[40] (includes haste) damage (1d8+6)[9] + (4d10)[19] deadly shot hindering projectile Spoiler Hide Your successful deadly shot leaves the weapon or ammunition used for the attack lodged in the wound, making it difficult for the target to move and react. The target takes a -2 penalties to attack rolls, AC, and CMD; multiple uses of this ability stack, increasing the penalty by an additional -2 per projectile lodged in the target. The target may remove a single projectile as a move action, or may remove multiple as a full-round action. 80 ft move max, exact disposition to depend on layout. Ion torch for light berserker for -2 AC, 15 THP, long spear drawn The two knights charged in, putting their faith in their Goddess—and Zofran's protective spell—to see them through. Spoiler Hide Forgot about the protective spell. Grants and Stefan didn't do anything in my last IC post but roll saves and talk, so their actions will be to double-move down the tunnel (80' each with Haste). As you approach the monster, it snaps at you with massive, pus-dripping jaws. It bites both Stefan and Grants, and catches Ethos right in the middle of a defiant cry. As you get ready to fight, it focuses its fury on Ethos, the one who had the gall to hurt it; As the elf reels from the first bite, the warm's jaws snap shut on him again.This is close, the stench of the dragon is overwhelming. The beast seems to be missing its tail, and pus drips from the festering wound where it should be. Amos: 21 damage to Grants, 20 damage to Stefan, 22 damage to Ethos (it only just hit because of the Berserker penalty). Full attack is one more bite for Ethos, for 30 points. Fort save DC 22 against poison for the bites (twice for Ethos), and another DC 22 fort save [poison] or be sickened by the stench. Spoiler: saves Hide (1d20+16)[24] (1d20+16)[19] Ethos absorbs the brunt of the attack, taking only small wounds, then readies his spear, providing cover to his allies with its darting head. Spoiler Hide 22–15 THP = 7 damage, send to delayed damage pool delayed damage pool is maxed out at 36, 1 damage taken before turn starts 15 THP from berserker again, so final damage taken at end of turn is 21 for 75/96 set up patrol threatened area +20 ft. Iron wall means attacks against allies have 20% miss chance, using the punishing rebuke zone, so attacks against allies also provoke AOOs if needed (1d20+22)[29] (includes haste) for (1d8+13)[17] (1d20+22)[32] (includes haste) for (1d8+13)[14] (1d20+22)[41] (includes haste) for (1d8+13)[20] (1d20+22)[37] (includes haste) for (1d8+13)[14] (1d20+22)[27] (includes haste) for (1d8+13)[20] Zofran inches closer and begins another magical incantation. He skews the arc of his spell upwards to go over the head of his allies and strike at the dragon looming above. You like fire? Zofran muses. How about ice. The air grows chilled as a wave of energy washes over the room, over the head of his allies, and collides into the dragon. Spoiler: IOC Hide Casting cone of cold. Zofran expends one alchemical reagent (urea) to increase the caster level by 1, and also expends one use of Blood Piercing to add +10 to the caster level check to beat spell resistance and also reduces any energy resistance it may have by 10 Damage (13d10+13)[98] (DC 26 reflex for half) vs SR (1d20+23)[24] Edit: ah, my old friend the natural 1. Just a quick reminder that natural 1's are only automatic failure on saving throws and attack rolls. A caster level check can still succeed on a natural 1. The blast of cold rolls off the dragon's armored hide, failing to impose itself against the concentrated, directed might. Lethos flesh sears from the venomous bite.(2d6)[8] fire damage and (1d4)[4] Constitution Drain. Spoiler: Positioning Hide The cave is at least 100' deep. The dragon has a 20' reach, and took a 5' step backwards. At this point, Grants, Stefan and Ethos are all 15' feet from it. From what I understand, I expect Stefan and Grants to approach, provoke AOO from the dragon, which triggers preemptive AOO from Ethos. Does this trigger pre-pre-emotive AOO on Ethos ? The knights weathered the dragon's poison fangs and unholy stench, with bright steel raised defiant against the monster and the surrounding darkness." Iomedae and the Crusade!" Granis yelled as he charged. Stefan bellowed too, a far simpler and wordless war-cry. Spoiler Hide Edit: Ninja'ed, and also I assumed we were adjacent when we're still 15' distant. Edited Accordingly Grants Fort vs Poison: (1d20+20)[33] Fort vs Sicken: (1d20+20)[37] Swift Action: Smite Evil Swift Action (via Corset of Delicate Moves): Challenge Full Attack Action: First Iterative: Charge Attack:(1d20+29)[39] +2 Charge Damage: (1d8+34)[40] + (2d6)[11] Someday's Inspiring Sword: "As a standard action or at the end of a charge, you can make an attack against a foe with a long sword. If you succeed, you grant all allies who can see your attack a +2 sacred bonuses on attack rolls, saving throws, and skill checks for 1 minute." Haste Attack: (1d20+29)[43] Damage: (1d8+34)[37] + (2d6)[5] Second Iterative: (1d20+24)[33] Damage: (1d8+34)[35] + (2d6)[6] Third Iterative: (1d20+19)[34] Damage: (1d8+34)[36] + (2d6)[8] On the first successful hit, Grants channels two uses of Lay on Hands through his Conductive weapon for (11d6)[30] damage. Spoiler: Accounting Hide Attack Bonus: 12 BAD +6 STR +7 CIA (Smite Evil) +1 Haste +3 Enhancement (+1 Undead-Bane) Total: +29 Damage: +9 STR (two-handing) +3 Enhancement +12 Smite Evil +10 Challenge +2d6 Bane Total: 2d6+34 Stefan Fort vs Poison: (1d20+17)[34] Fort vs Sicken: (1d20+17)[36] Free Action: Rage Swift Action: Smite Evil Full Attack Action: First Iterative: Charge Attack: (1d20+25)[41] +2 Charge, +2 Sacred Damage: (1d8+22)[28] + (2d6)[6] Haste Attack: (1d20+25)[36] Damage: (1d8+22)[24] + (2d6)[6] Second Iterative: (1d20+20)[25] Damage: (1d8+22)[28] + (2d6)[4] Spoiler: Accounting Hide Attack Bonus: 10 BAD +6 STR +3 CIA (Smite Evil) +1 Haste +3 Enhancement (+1 Undead-Bane) +2 Greater Weapon Focus Total: +25 Damage: +9 STR (two-handing) +3 Enhancement +10 Smite Evil +2d6 Bane Total: 2d6+22 Smite Evil attacks bypass all DR. Watching his spell slide off the creature's hide as it repositions backwards, Zofran sneers,"you're not getting any more breathing space!" An explosion of sticking strands appears from the ether behind the dragon, closing off its ability to continue retreating backwards. Spoiler: IOC Hide Zofran casts Web to ensnare the rear of the dragon, anchoring it between the ceiling and floor. Reflex DC 22 to avoid being grappled, and even if it succeeds the area now counts as difficult terrain so it can no longer take 5 ft steps backwards. Edited my post in accordance with the GM indicating that I'm a turn ahead, so my Silent Image won't come in quickly enough to be useful. Still going with the Web spell, but it no longer needs to be quickened. Screaming in pain and outrage, the creature burst through the webs and hobbles towards the cave mouth, scraping against both sides as it unfurls it wings. YOU get an Attack of Opportunity, and YOU get an Attack of Opportunity, everybody YOU get an Attack of Opportunity! The Paladins struck again at the monster, trying to destroy it before it could escape back into the sky. Spoiler Hide Grants AOO: (1d20+31)[48] Damage: (1d8+34)[37] + (2d6)[5] Is this the end of the last round or the start of the next one? If the latter, Grants uses his Conductive weapon again for an additional (11d6)[38] damage if this hits. And I'll also need to double post their regular actions for that round. Stefan AOO: (1d20+27)[30] Damage: (1d8+22)[24] + (2d6)[5] Ethos drives his spear towards the passing creature. Spoiler Hide already rolled a bunch previously The dragon tries to barrel through the party, but is quickly cut down. Victory! But Grants needs to make a DC 22 Will save against a [SU, Curse], and Ethos needs to make more Fort saves (DC 22, remember your Con drain) against the poison in the bite. With the danger averted, Zofran begins to examine the cave, calling upon a can trip to augment his senses. He carefully looks for magical auras, stopping to investigate in more detail when he spots one. Spoiler: IOC Hide Cast detect magic, investigating but not touching any visible magical auras The knights gave each other a quick pat on the shoulder as they collected themselves after the rush of the battle had worn off. They did not let their guard down, however." You don't suppose anything else lives in here?" Stefan asked in a low voice. For the practical elf, the rush is short lived." Best to check." Lethos turns back to the cave entrance, spear ready. "I don't see anything from where I stand, and my vision is quite good in dark places,"Zofran glances deeper into the cave as he continues his search of the general vicinity around the dragon. As you search the putrid cave, Zofran uses his magic to clean the gray, stinking residue off the various lumps and mounds you see. Finally, you find the treasure: a suit of dragon hide plate, a flame tongue, two potions of inflict serious wounds, a scroll of teleport, a scroll of control water, a wand of cure critical wounds (12 charges), 2,405 GP, and 1,980 SP. As the beast died, it made eye contact with Grants, and he was briefly overwhelmed by a painful hallucination of himself dying in flames. "Well, that's a decent stash of valuables,"Zofran remarks,"n-not a dragon's horde in the traditional sense, but I'm not complaining,"he lays out the various items." We have a long sword imbued with elemental fire, a suit of armor made from dragon hide, a few scrolls and wands, two potions that I would not advise drinking, and a fair chunk of currency,"Zofran goes over the items, "Spoiler: IOC Hide Mention the curse, and Zofran will attempt to remove it. I took Break Enchantment at level-up. Not sure how we're handling loot split what with the cohort. Zofran can UMD the scroll of Control Water so it makes sense for him to take that, but otherwise none of the items there particularly stand out to me (the scroll of teleport is redundant) Ethos looks over the goods." Nothing I have need of. We can try to unload anything we don't want when things settle down. Be a fair haul." He shrugs. Probably best to keep moving if we are done here." "A flame tongue. Taken from one of our fallen brethren, more likely than not,"Grants said bitterly." As I struck the final blow, the creature fixed me with its gaze and I was afflicted by a vision of a fiery demise. One last spiteful gesture from the creature, to spit in the face of its slayer, or something more?" "I've heard of death c-curses before, but..." Zefran carefully inspects Grants with an eye for magic,"I have been working on a p-particular abjuration. Let me see if it has any effect,"Spoiler: IOC Hide Zofran uses detect magic to look over Grants for evidence of the curse. Once he sees it, he'll attempt to remove it with Break Enchantment. Zofran has 3 remaining 5th level slots and 5 remaining 6th level slots, so he can attempt Break Enchantment up to 8 times. Attempts will continue until successful or out of slots Caster level checks: (1d20+13)[17] (1d20+13)[18] (1d20+13)[28] Lt;- edit: third attempt should succeed against the DC 22 curse, unless it's particularly nasty (1d20+13)[15] (1d20+13)[18] (1d20+13)[18] (1d20+13)[24] (1d20+13)[29]

IC Shadows of Gallowspire|rating:3.0

Lost on the Planes (Character Thread)

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Try and keep character portraits as close to L:300 x W:250 pixels as possible (thanks!) (( Job: Deckhand Class: MageknightTraits: Magical Knack, Way ang Spell Hunter, Free Companion Hopeful; Drawback: OverprotectiveBACKSTORYWithin Nasskaris there are many nobles; some of them aloof and disdainful of the common citizens and serfs, others more friendly, open and sympathetic to listening to the woes brought before them. But amidst them, there were few more diverse than the family that bore Rama. The telling of this tale though goes back further, to his parents. One, an elf maiden of almost two-hundred years, warm and kind to the people beholden to her, the other a human lad barely out of his teens, cold and aloof. Their marriage was not one of love or passion, but rather of necessity and politics, seeking to bridge the strife between the elf and human lands. It was an uneasy truce, and though the couple kept up the appearance that all was well with them, there were often arguments behind closed doors--that the maiden was too forgiving of wrongs, that she did not have the strength of will to make hard decisions, or that the lad, no a virile young man, was as cool as ice and as hard as a rock with no passion or sympathy for anyone but his own political gain and the stability of his domain, preferring what was politically correct over what was just. It was no wonder, then, that they seldom bedded together, and ofttimes they would part ways for a time, the man following his own pursuits among the wenches that filled the taverns and streetwalkers that prowled the streets at night, for he was a man, and as such had needs that were only rarely fulfilled by his wife. He barely made effort at keeping these visits from her knowledge, and few lacked the knowing of his infidelity, though none dared to speak it to her aloud. It smote her heart and angered her to see him like this, but there was no one she could confide in, having left her own ancestral lands and people to dwell among his. And so she was left distraught and lonely. Time passed, yet finally she made a friend; a half-orc guardsman. The guardsman was an old adventurer who now dwelt within the lord's house for he had long since stopped his wanderings out in the wide world and now his heart longed for a place to call his own, a place to warm himself by a hearth fire without the need to prepare to journey on the morrow. It was he who opened himself to the lady, and ofttimes they were deep in conversation of his past deeds, and her own rulings among her own people. Not much time passed before they fell from enjoying each other's company into a calm acceptance of one another, and shared pleasure in each other's flesh and warmth as well. From this union was born Rama, though the lord took the babe to be his own son, born from the few times he had bedded his lady, and none disagreed with him for his wrath could be most terrible. And so Rama grew, and was trained in letters, figuring, weapons, and magic as any of the nobility should be. Yet there was always an air about him, as though he had a purpose greater than the cold keep within which he dwelled. Time passed, and he reached his majority, and then struck out on his own for a time. It was during this wandering that he found his true calling, enacting good upon an unjust and cruel world where people could not defend themselves. It always brought a smile to his face and warmed his heart when he heard the thanks of the common folk after an unsuccessful orc raid and the like. It was on his travels that he encountered another paladin, Malley. They both traveled together, fitting well together. Their talk was comfortable, and a camaraderie grew between them. So much so that a deep respect for each other grew between them. Their relationship never went deeper than the clasping of hands or a hug after a nearly mortal situation, at least physically, but together they travelled for a long time, and he learned of her just as she learned of him. She told him of the ship from which she hailed, the Cassiano, and of the wonders she had seen aboard it. She had bid them goodbye for a time, but soon was the promised time when they would once more dock into a port town in this plane, and she had decided to rejoin them once more. Rama wished he might join her, but he knew that he had pressing matters to, that he must prepare to become the heir to his father's house. Finally, the time was coming when they would have to part ways, he to his noble house, and she back to the ship. She agreed to accompany him to his home, for he wished to introduce her to his mother, and she agreed before they set out towards his ancestral home. But all was not as it seemed. When they reached his home, something was amiss. Blood covered the stone floors and bodies lay strewn upon the cobbles, guards and soldiers he had grown up with, and even serving folk. Rushing into the keep with sword in hand and Malley at his side, he found his father kneeling atop the body of a recently-slain guardsman, breath ragged and slowly dying of the dozens of wounds received that should have already put him down. A single word snarled at his son passed his lips. "Bastard!" There was so much venom and hate in the word that Rama reeled back, almost as though it were a blow that might bring him to his knees, but before he could speak a syllable, his father expired, dead at his feet. A noise reached them, a whimper of fear, and he and Malley found one survivor, a goat girl who tended one of the flocks upon the property. She relayed to him what had happened, that the old half-orc had finally succumbed to a disease, and only afterward his lady Mother had divulged to her lord of Rama's parentage and her own betrayal. She had been the first he had killed in his rage, before going on to slaughter every other person in the keep he could find, continuing to fight on despite the wounds he took from a dozen slashes. Furthermore, she had escaped only because of her quick feet and small form, allowing her to hide in a cupboard and watch helplessly at the rampage. It smote his heart to hear of it, and more to hear of his mother's act of betrayal. She had spoken of it only after the old guardsman had left this world so that her love would not have to suffer even if the truth were let out. He knew that his father had sired a dozen bastards out in the nearby town at the foot of the keep, and that each one was as conniving and scheming as the next, ready to snatch any advantage possible. And he, who had previously been the rightful heir to his father's land, was in no better position than the others to take possession of the keep and surrounding lands. And so he left with Malley. Her words could not lift his dour mood. Finally, she was brought to shouting telling him to snap out of it. He lifted heavy eyes to her, red with unshed tears, and begged her to allow him to rejoin her on the ship, for there was nothing left to him here. She argued with him, telling him he should stay and see the keep was properly tended, but he knew in his heart that he had no will to do so, and that he could do no more here in his father's lands. Finally, she acquiesced, and took him to see the captain when the ship made land. It took time, but finally he was accepted into the ship's retinue, to help as he could, and so he joined her crew. EXISTING RELATIONSHIPS Need to figure these out more. Perhaps as part of the story?GENERAL PERSONALITYRamza can be on the one hand rather dour, speaking little when he sinks into self-resentment and anger, but apart from those times he tends to have a very forceful personality and can be brought to shouts, using volume to convince others of his viewpoint.SEXUALITY He's a bit of a prude, and probably hasn't had sex with anyone on board thus far.(( Job: Master Physician Class: Extra-Divine Paladin Traits: Blessed Touch, Magical Knack, Student of the Planes (Ellison); Drawback: Fey-TakenBACKSTORYTBDEXISTING RELATIONSHIPSTBDGENERAL PERSONALITYTBDSEXUALITYTBD (( Job: Gunner Class: Gunslinger 6 Traits: Fortified Drinker, Larger than Life, Bruising Intellect; Drawback: HedonisticBACKSTORYKivana was not a well-loved child. The best she could hope for growing up was indifference, and that suited her just fine. She was proof of her mother's indiscretion, the bastard child her family shunned to the basement and pretended did not exist. She never knew her real father, though she heard many whispered rumors about him by listening to the servants and others talk when they forgot she was near, or had no awareness of the small, curious child hidden away in the piles of fresh laundry, or behind boxes of food in the pantry. Some claimed he was a magician, a devilishly handsome man who'd seduced her mother into an extended affair while he'd been staying briefly in Iberia along his travels. But, most discarded that notion, since it left Fearing, Ivana's mother, mostly blameless, after all, who among them could resist the enchantments of a dashing sorcerer. More often, they spoke of him as a hedonistic bard of ill-repute, who wooed her mother with poetry and charm, but whom Fearing was quite happy to spend time with, as she had numerous others while her husband, Organ, was away on business. Ivana grew to prefer the idea of her father as a wandering minstrel, since she had little love for her vain and insipid mother, and knew well that the rumors of her frequent infidelity were true. She came to know all the dirty little secrets in her mother's fancy household, and this knowledge made her understand the truth that lies behind the facade of society. She was an outcast, denied by those who grudgingly provided her food and shelter, looked down upon by those who believed themselves better than. Furthermore, she had free rein in the city, allowed to wander as she liked, as long as she remained out from under foot and away from the resentful eyes of her family. Furthermore, she began to spend time with others like herself, the forgotten and unwanted children, the poor and morally flexible. There she had friends who did not care that she was a bastard, or that she was different, and she was free to be herself in their company. Her gift for sneaking into places where she ought not be, and cleverness earned her an apprenticeship, though it was hardly formal, with an outlaw known as Sly Burstein. He'd once been a Gunslinger of note, but time and drink had put a tremor in his hands, though neither had dulled his mind. When he was sober enough, which was not exactly often, he would instruct Ivana in the use of what he considered to be the only really worthwhile weapon. She took to guns in a way many could not, and grew to respect them, even revere them, as Burstein did. She also served as his look-out, spy and sneak thief, slipping into places he could not get into, and seeing things he could not see. Her family was no-doubt relieved when they discovered that Ivanna had vacated her grim basement room without a word of goodbye, taking with her only the few personal items she'd accumulated during her relatively short life, and some food from the pantry. Organ might have blustered about the fine bottle of spirits she'd pilfered from the cellar, but upon reflection had likely considered it fair trade to no longer have his wife's bastard under his roof. The spirits she gave to Burstein when she announced her intention to stay with him from then on, and while the notion to object might have occurred to him, the liquor was too dear to risk. So, Ivana, at the age of twenty-five, moved in with the aging half-elf and began to teach herself what she could while he enjoyed the food she cooked and the wealth her ability for discovering secrets and thievery afforded him. Ivana made friends with the Goblins in the city, some of them at least, and they begrudgingly taught her about engineering and crafting, what she could not learn from Burstein, she begged from those clever minds. She taught herself to deal with beasts, mainly horses, though Burstein's ancient nag was stubborn and lazy, and fought the girl every step of the way. When she was sixty, still fairly young for her race, Burstein was killed in a fight with a newly minted gunslinger looking to build his reputation by cutting down the old guard. The beardless boy had heard stories of Sly Burstein, and cared little that the legend had gone gray and palsied. Sly Burstein still had his pride, and in the afternoon the youth called him out, he had imbibed just enough liquid courage to delude himself into thinking he was still quick and his eye still true. Burstein shot first, but the bullet merely grazed the boy's shoulder, and a half-second later the old gunslinger was lying in the dust, with his life's blood spilling from his gut. Burstein's death was not quick, or pretty, and Ivana tended to him as he grew first feverish, then mortally ill from the wound. Three days later, in a shack that reeked of fetid flesh, death and alcohol, Sly Burstein left this world while in an alcohol-induced stupor. Ivana was alone once more. She buried her mentor, and the closest thing she'd ever had to a father, and burned the reeking shack to the ground, all her worldly possessions tucked into the worn leather bag on her shoulder. She took on Sly Burstein's god as her own, Cayden Chilean, and worshiped in the way Burstein had, by walking into the nearest tavern and getting uproariously drunk. In the midst of her send-off, and mass, she heard that beardless youth bragging to all who would listen about how he'd beaten old Sly Burstein in a duel, and sent the legendary gunslinger crawling home with a bullet in his gut. Ivana had never been drunk before, and perhaps she would have thought twice about her next actions if she hadn't been just then, but she had spent the last three days watching the only person who'd ever treated her kindly, who'd ever seen her as being worth something, go mad with sickness and pain. So, perhaps she would have done what she did anyhow. She turned from her drink and retrieved her musket, took aim and painted the rear wall of the tavern with the young boy's brains. No one moved as she walked across the room, unsteady on her feet, but with a cold eye and rock-solid hands, and removed the gunslinger's purse, leaving a few coins before his body as payment for his funeral. She carried the remaining gold back to her seat at the bar, finished her drink in one swallow, and left the tavern in utter silence. She walked to the nearest authorities and turned herself in, prepared to accept her punishment for the murder of the man who had killed her mentor. Furthermore, she was tried and sentenced to twenty years hard labor in service to the crown, which in time saw her pardoned if she agreed to take on a job aboard an air ship, the Cassiano. Furthermore, she jumped at the chance for adventure, with the thought of her unknown father lingering in the back of her mind. EXISTING RELATIONSHIPSKivana has likely slept with most of the crew at least once, possibly multiple times. But, she doesn't consider these relationships, and these people know no more about her than anyone else on the ship. GENERAL PERSONALITY What Ivana lacks in charm, she makes up for in intelligence. She spends much of her time on her own, obsessively checking her stores of black powder, ammo and weapons to make sure they are all in tip-top shape. Ivana is easily recognizable as the one sitting by herself, muttering and caressing her musket, Nadia, with an oily rag. She's good at what she does, and doesn't pretend to be anything she isn't. Her fondness for drink is well-known, though no one would be foolish enough to believe she is ever drunk enough to be caught off-guard or shoot crooked. She enjoys games of chance, and has a greediness for pleasures of the flesh, with little concern for whom, or what, provides them. Gold, liquor, sex or adventure, they will all serve to bolster her mood from brooding to merely surly. She doesn't often speak of herself, so most of her past and what wanders through her mind remain a complete mystery to most.SEXUALITYKivana's tastes run similar to my own. Those who have spent the night with her are aware of her adventurous imagination, and her insatiability. They would also be aware that she leaves once she's had her fill, seems uninterested in anything beyond sex, and makes no secret of the fact that she has multiple partners aboard the ship.(( Job: Entertainer Class: Bard 4 (Lotus Geisha)Traits: Charming, Christian Courtesan, Planar Savant; Drawback: VainBACKSTORYWIPEXISTING RELATIONSHIPSWIPGENERAL PERSONALITYWIPSEXUALITYWIP (ASIA (Job: Deckhand Class: Samurai 6 (Sword Saint)Traits: Auspicious Tattoo, Free Companion Hopeful, Outlander (Exile); Drawback: PrideBACKSTORY Despite the summer heat, the throne room of the Prince of DAR Celia was chilly. Not just from the efforts of the court wizards, but the oppressive silence and dark mood that hung over the proceedings. Asia was prostrate, seventeen paces in front of the throne, her forehead pressed against the jeweled tiles that made the floor. The only sound in her ears, besides the flow of her own blood in her veins, was the quiet whisper of silk on silk from the assembled courtiers, all of whom stood several feet back from the spectacle before them. For long minutes this dragged on, Asia's muscled, dark form hunched before the throne's dais, refusing to move; The courtiers, all frozen in place, refusing to relinquish their views. And somewhere before her, the stern face of the young prince who had taken the throne because of her actions. "Heidi Asia; Daughter of Heidi Yuri, eighth son of the Heidi line and warden of the lands of As, Nike and Sala; Atari of the Inge way, honored by her order with the title of Sainted Blade; Formerly champion of the Righteous Lord of DAR Celia, Inks Ha and father of the current Lord, Um Nana ULSI, soon to be Inks ULSI, Long His Reign; Lift your head." At the counselor's demand, Asia lifted herself so that she was on her hands and knees, eyes still fixed on the jeweled patterns on the floor. So this is how my life ends, she thought bitterly, at the command of a eunuch. The call to order had excited the nobles, and murmurs and motion filled the cool chamber, the panoply of silks and prints creating a rushing sea of color on either side of her; Asia kept her attention forward, towards her lord and his servant. "Heidi Asia;" the counselor's high voice announced again, this time without titles, "you are accused of complicity in the murder of Inks Ha, who by your oath, was under your protection. Do you deny the charges brought before you?" The dull roar of the surrounding crowd faded to nothing at the question. Inside her, a voice leapt and screamed, yes! Yes! I deny it! The scars on her body from the assassin's blade read like a map of her innocence. But her lord was dead, and she was alive... Honor demanded the truth, not the facts. "No," she croaked, surprised at the weakness of that feeble noise coming from her own throat. "No," she repeated, stronger "While the Inks lay mortally wounded before me, I -" her mouth moved, wordlessly, unable to continue. "You what," the wheedling voice of the counselor prompted, with false gentleness. "I took the healing drought from the assassin's corpse for myself," The words poured out in a rush. She felt heat then, in her face, over her shoulders and neck, a crimson flush beneath already-dark skin as she remembered. Her own greed for life had caused her to fail her duty, and because of her, the corpse of the king - her ward - was to be burned to free his spirit this very night. The roar of the noble crowd returned then, battering at her like a gale, the storm of words and curses and hate. She was a stone in the typhoon though, unmoving, unflinching. "And do you bring before the court, any words, any claims for leniency?" If she dared look up, Asia was certain she would see the poisonous smile plastered on the eunuch's face. They so loved speaking with the voice of the king, and this one had a particular venom her Atari, she knew. His words tempted her, that little voice once again crying out how she had slain the assassin, and even saved evidence implicating Inks Four of Se bet in the attack. But there was no innocence here. Certainly not after denying her own. She swallowed, her tongue scraping against the back of her parched throat. "I do not, honored Voice of the king," she dipped her head again "I ask only that I be allowed to atone, before Um Nana ULSI, and those gathered here today." Her stomach clenched at her own words, and from the voices of the courtiers, so did theirs. To 'atone' was, of course, to take her own life, there before the court, to spill her guts and pierce her heart, to have her head taken by a second. The voices quieted to a whisper, then silence, as they waited for word. Even the counselor was silent, waiting for the prince to speak. They waited. Waited. Silence from the throne. "Your plea has been rejected," the eunuch spoke. In her mind, Asia saw him clicking his heels in glee. It would be funny if she didn't know what came next. "At Dawn tomorrow, you will be put to death; your head will be removed, and your limbs-" "No." The voice was so soft, it was hard to hear over the counselor. Even so, silence dropped like an anvil. Asia's breath caught in her throat; She was one of the few in the room who had heard the prince speak before. Was he about to pardon her? What a foolish hope. "Heidi Asia, my father is dead because you are selfish." The words stung her like a razored whip. "I will not allow you to atone, nor will I allow your sin to be purged for you. I command you to live. Live with your shame forevermore. Let it divorce you from your ancestors. Leave my land, and all lands touched by my ancestors; find a ship and take it as far from here as it will sail." Horror cut at her worse than the knives of that assassin had. Live? As an exile? Wander barbarian lands, never to hear the songs of her ancestors again? Her eyes lifted for the first time, such was her shock; She did not remember the prince seeming so small, a young teenager enveloped by the massive throne of bronze and garnet, surrounded by swollen peacock courtiers. The scowl on his face froze her blood worse than any wizard's spell, even as her face burned. She dropped again, kowtowing against the floor, groveling silently as if that might make him lift the curse. Silence from the throne, again. "Part from us," came the voice of the counselor again; even he sounded numb and shaken. Asia rose to her hands and feet, and lifted herself, still bowing to the throne for thirteen steps backwards, before turning to stumble for the doorway. Had the chamber always been so large? It seemed like days before she walked out of the cool chamber into the blistering heat of the DAR Celia afternoon. The sun and the colors it created dazzled her, before she realized she was seeing them through tears - the last sight of her homeland. "Heidi, Heidi, Heidi!" a boy's tiny voice and tugging at her hands brought her attention down. A page, his big round head half-shaved, smiled up at her and pressed a scroll into her hand before scampering off, not allowing any questions. Still in a daze, she lifted the tube of paper. It was sealed with gold wire, bent in the shape of a dragon that coiled around the paper; symbol of the Dragons, a rival order to her own among the Atari. The message was brief and hastily written, but it gave her a destination, should she choose to take it. Cassiano.EXISTING RELATIONSHIPS No close relationships among the crew. Though not cold, she's aloof and doesn't let her guard down easily; Polite, formal, and more stiff than tarred oakumGENERAL PERSONALITY At first, Asia is always stiff and formal with people she meets, applying a rigid code of etiquette from her homeland that isn't always appreciated else where. When relaxed and more familiar with the people around her, however, she's a loud-laughing, drink-loving woman with a penchant for poetry both sublime and bawdy. After all, the sages say, a soldier could die in the next moment, so enjoy this one. Though she is an adherent of laws, rules, and order, she also has her own personal code that may not always mesh - Not many nations are as accepting of duels in the street over matters of honor as DAR Celia, after all...SEXUALITY So far, she hasn't really demonstrated any inclinations aboard the Cassiano, or at port; opinion is probably that she's frigid, but it's more that she's wrapped up in her own world, stewing over her shame and exile, pair with the work aboard the ship and demands of her order, that she feels she just doesn't have time, or even that she's not worthy. That said, she prefers men, but is not unfamiliar with women - the role of Atari is traditionally male, and women in the order often "act the part."IOC - (For my part, well, there's the ONS / offs under my name there. I honestly don't know what Asia may have under hers. I get a feeling that she's probably very "vanilla" more due to a lack of exploration of her own sexuality than any actual hangups. (RUTGARBase Job: Passenger Class: Ranger 6 Traits: Charming, Suspicious, Deft Dodger; Drawback: DoubtBACKSTORYBiography:Roderick Rut gar was born into a life where he didn't have much expected of him, and yet he continually managed to disappoint everyone around him. The fifth son of the Rut gar family, a noble line stretching back just under a thousand years in the Swabian Vale, none of his family expected him to accomplish much. All of his older brothers and two of his sisters were either refined courtiers, married to other old dynasties, masterful commanders or daring statesmen. There simply wasn't much else for him to accomplish. Any marriage alliances he could bring to the family would be lesser, the Messes of the city were already wary of having so many Rut gar's in positions of power, so those routes were barred to him, his parents fearing that if Roderick entered either the political or military career, it would be seen as an attempt to overthrow the council and establish a new line of kings. Of course, nobody told Roderick that. All he knew growing up was that whenever he showed some desire to follow his older brothers, it was blocked. By the time he was in his early teens, he had stopped trying to better himself, hardly going to any of his lessons outside the fencing school. He would often go off hunting for days at a time, accompanied only by his valet and one of the huntsmen employed by the family. Meanwhile, his parents were baffled by the lifestyle Roderick was beginning to lead, though they were unable to connect it to any of their actions. They just believed the boy was a lazy hedonist. Of course, that was turning out to be true. By his late teens he was actively slumming, and had become the dark stain on the impeccable honor of the Rut gar family. Drinking, whoring, brawling and dueling with other youths to gain scars and prestige among their silly little social groups, had become his daily routine. The sheer amount of prestige the Rut gar family had always guaranteed him an invitation to the balls and banquets thrown by the nobility, and for many months his life was a cycle of drunken binges and wild parties.Finally, his parents had had enough. They had heard of a ship that was to explore the many different planes, and seeing a way to get Roderick away from the city, confronted him with an ultimatum. Either he would voluntarily sign on to join the crew, or he would be arrested the next day and thrown into the Oblivion Prison, his name wiped from public memory and anyone mentioning his name would be lashed in the town square. Seeing no choice, he sullenly accepted the terms, and left the city of Doris, and wound up on the SasskianaEXISTING RELATIONSHIPS (insert any connections you have with other characters here, if any)GENERAL PERSONALITY Roderick isn't too happy about being aboard, having been forced into it by his parents. So he'll be just a bit sullen and an asshole most of the time.SEXUALITYVore, blood play and bathroom play are big offs, and m/m encounters are also a no. Generally speaking he doesn't like being on the receiving end, though he isn't against it, but as a frequent party goer, he has found that aside from the aforementioned offs, there isn't much that doesn't excite him Character Sheet: (( Airbase Job:Master of Carpenters Class:Monk (Zen Archer) 6 Traits:Guardian of the Forge, Threatening DefenderBACKSTORYMost of Some’s youth lacked direction as he could never find the path he was meant for in life. Though he was raised in the same monastery his parents had served since he was a toddler, the sedentary nature of it never appealed to him. He had tried several jobs within his commune, carpentry being among his favorite, they ultimately did little more than slowed his growing wanderlust. Eventually the day came where he could no longer take the monotony of that life and told his parents, elders, and peers that he was leaving; that the mindset of enlightenment being attained through reflection and meditation never made much sense to him. It is his belief that true enlightenment is found through understanding of the world, which is only possible through experiencing what it has to offer firsthand. It was with heavy hearts that they bade him farewell and blessed him on his spiritual journey as he set forth to find his own path. For several years he wandered the land and taking every opportunity to experience new things in the pursuit of enlightenment, but all those adventures paled in comparison to the opportunities that were presented in exploring planes that were largely untraveled. EXISTING RELATIONSHIPS None that survived the jaunt through the fire plane. GENERAL PERSONALITYTsume is somewhat unusual for a monk in terms of his personality. Inwardly, his mind is as calm and collected as any of his kind even in the most stressful of situations; outwardly he behaves like anybody else, which has the added benefit of making him more approachable. He made it a point of avoiding the vows many of his order takes, particularly because he feels the flavors of life (drinking, sex, etc.) are meant to be savored even if in moderation. Rather than repeating a mantra or going into a zen-like trance when the pressure is on, he finds the use of complaining and swearing to be the most soothing method of sorting his mind by expunging all those frustrations as they arise.SEXUALITYTsume is in the belief that most flavors of life should be savored at least once; while he has preferences for strong, assertive females, he is open-minded to trying new things and experiencing new kinks. Nothing in my offs section though. (SHEA, Ray of Hope and Joy Base Job: Entertainer Class: Bard 6 Traits: Arcane Temper, Killed's HarpBACKSTORYAlluan was an orphan, with most guesses being that her parents were mostly human, with some even ancestry. The signs show that somewhere down the line there was a Killed, but people don't tend to keep track of family trees for the non-royalty. At any rate, with her parents dead in one of the various wars against one of the various threats, her story was pretty much hers alone - not carrying on the legacy of her forebears. Always a delight to those around her, and a teller of tales, Allan wanted to see the world and explore, to make a name for herself. She did her share of travelling before joining the crew on this ship, she already had a few tales and adventures under her belt - and a fair amount of treasure to boot. Granted, nobody can be quite sure if she's telling the truth about the time her old group killed a dragon as big as a mountain and that she just spent her share of the gold on wands and scrolls which have largely been used already... At any rate, she wasn't conscripted onto the ship or anything like that. She was not part of a militia, nor a convict. She opted onto the journey when the ship happened across the city she was in. Why wouldn't she? After all, when life is getting dull, that kind of adventure is just what she needs!GENERAL PERSONALITY Above all else, Allan abhors tyranny and bullying, and anything that resembles them. She can follow orders and work with a team, letting someone else be the leader, as long as the cause is just, but she doesn't tolerate tyrants. She's been known to enjoy a few drinks... and to be quite the entertainer afterward, with her dances getting her arrested occasionally.SEXUALITY Drunken stripping-for-all-viewers aside, she seems to only have an eye for other females, and is soft, loving and tender in contrast with her usual wild shows. That being said, she refuses to ever use magic to get someone into bed - though augmenting an already consensual encounter is another matter entirely. CHARACTER SHEET Chaotic Good Medium Outsider [Native]Age: 26Sex: Female Position: EntertainerSTR14+2 (14 +2)DEX12+1 (14 +2)CON12+1 (12 +1)INT14+2 (14 +2)WIS08-1(8 -1)CHA19+4 (21 +5)Languages:Common, Celestial, Sylvan, Halfling, Aboleth, Even, Gnomish, AbyssalAklo, Aqua, Aura, Dark FolkUndercommon, sphinx Racial Traits:Celestial Resistance: Acid/Cold/Electricity Resist 5Truespeaker: +2 to Linguistics and Sense Motive Halo: light, +2 vs Blind/Dazzle camp; +2 to Intimidate Evil Spell-Like Abilities: Daylight or Searing Light 2/day HP: 40/40Initiative +7BAB +4CMB +6 CMD 16Rapier +7 (1d6+3, 18-20/x2); Singing +9 (1d6+5); Singing Power Attack +7 (1d6+9)Fort +3 Ref +7 Will +4Armour Class: 18 (+2 Dexterity +1 Deflection +5 Armour)-flat 16 touch 13 Feats:Improved Initiative Power Attack Heavenly Radiance (Searing Light)Skills:SkillRanksBonusSpecialAcrobatics0+14 (Perform: Dance)Appraise2+7-Bluff0+17 (Perform: String)Diplomacy0+17 (Perform: String)Escape Artist5+10-Perception1+4-Perform (String)6+17(+18 for Bardic Performances)Perform (Dance)6+14-Perform (Percussion)6+16-Intimidate1+9(+11 vs Evil)Know (Arcane)1+6-Know (Planes)1+6-Know (Religion)1+6-Know (Nature)1+6-Know (Nobility)1+6-Know (Geography)1+6-Linguistics5+12-Sense Motive5+10-Sleight of Hand5+10-Use Magic Device6+14-Traits:-Killed's Harp (+1 to Perform: String, +2 if it's a Bardic Performance)-Arcane Temper (+1 to Concentrate and Initiative)Class Features:Bardic Knowledge +3Bardic Performance: 19 rounds/day-Counter song (String)-Distraction (Dance)-Fascinate (String or Dance, 2 targets, DC 18)-Inspire Courage +2-Inspire Competence +2-Suggestion (String or Dance, DC 18 (19 for attracted))Can trips: DC 15-Dancing Lights-Detect Magic-Haunted Fey Aspect-Mage Hand-Prestidigitation-Summon Instrument Versatile Performances:-String (Bluff, Diplomacy)-Dance (Acrobatics, Fly)Well-Versed+4 to save vs Sonic, Language-Dependent, Bardic Performances Lore Master Can take 10 on Knowledge skills with at least 1 rank1/day can take 20 as a Standard ActionSpellcasting:1st Level: DC 16, 6/day-Charm Person-Cure Light Wounds-Ear-Piercing Scream-Enhance Watered Level: DC 17, 4/day-Blur-Cacophonous Call-Haunting Mists-Allegro Equipment:Entertainer's Clothing Chain Shirt +1 (1,250)Charisma Circle +2 (4,000)Rapier +1 (2,400)Dexterity Belt +2 (4,000)Ring of Protection +1 (2,000)Wand of CLW 50/50 (750)Wand of Divine Favor 50/50 (750)MW Harp + Tambourine (200)Bard Kit (41)309 GP Scrolls:Burning Disarm (25)Detect Animals or Plants (25)Faerie Fire (25)Spiked Armour (25)Grease (25)Silent Image (25)Polypurpose Panacea (25)Mount (25)Mud ball (25)Web Bolt (25)Recharge Innate Magic x2 (50) (Job: Ship's Security Class: Rogue 6 Traits: bruising intellect, Parisian tattoo;BACKSTORY An automaton created for uses ranging from warehouse inventory moving, allocation, and memorization, to smith work and other hazardous jobs, Ferret is in a class all by himself. A class known commonly as "General Use". There's nothing wrong with being general use, mind you, it simply leaves one with a feeling of anonymity and being less than special. After all, how special can you be if there are a few hundred of you? So he started saving up his meager pay, because despite being constructs they were not slaves, and got himself modified. He started appearing more human, though not nearly enough to shake off the stigma of being a general use unit. He took on a name, Ferret, based on the largely iron composite that makes up his body. It's not the most original, but he's smart not creative. He took up a job in security at a warehouse. His eyes are more adept at spotting sneak-thieves, and he doesn't have the normal human frailties like a need for sleep. He was a perfect employee. All good things must come to an end, however. One night the thieves brought acid, knowing their quarry was a construct. It burned away half his body, leaving him a twisted mockery of machine and man. There was no longer a place for him among civilized beings, so he took up a post on the ship leaving this world. Maybe somewhere else would be someone with the expertise to repair his skin layers, or transform him into an actual functioning human rather than what he is. For now, he does a job, and if he looks ghastly while doing it so be it. EXISTING RELATIONSHIPS To his knowledge, he has not formed any relationships with anyone. They are all professional, as is he. GENERAL PERSONALITY To his knowledge, Ferret has no personality. It was not a preprogrammed trait, and there has not developed anything which would lead him to believe that he has generated one of his own accord. Human concepts such as humor elude him, as do most things like sarcasm and lying. A thing either is or is not, this does not inspire much in him beyond potentially fascination.SEXUALITYFerren does not know of sexuality, but he is fully equipped for such encounters if anyone can get beyond his rather off-putting appearance. He is open to the gamut of human experience, and as such almost nothing is off limits. After all, he can be repaired. CHARACTER SHEETFerrenAndroid Rogue (Knife Master) 6 (Pathfinder Campaign Setting: Inner Sea Bestiary 3; Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Combat 0)LN Medium humanoid (android)Unit +4; Senses dark vision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +11--------------------Defense--------------------AC 22, touch 15, flat-footed 18 (+6 armor, +1 shield, +4 DEX, +1 deflection)hp 51 (6d8+18)Fort +4, Ref +9, Will +2; +1 trait bonus vs. charm and compulsion Defensive Abilities blade sense, constructed, evasion, uncanny dodge; Immune disease, emotion, exhaustion, fatigue, fear, sleep--------------------Offense--------------------Speed 30 ft. Melee +1 star knife +8 (1d4+2/×3) and. . +1 star knife +8 (1d4+1/×3)Special Attacks' nanite surge, sneak attack +3d6--------------------Statistics--------------------Str 12, DEX 19, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 10, CIA 6Base ATK +4; CMB +5; CMD 20 Feats Dazzling Display, Two-Weapon Defense, Two-Weapon Fighting, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (star knife)Traits bruising intellect, Parisian tattoo Skills Acrobatics +13, Appraise +9, Climb +6, Disable Device +11, Escape Artist +9, Intimidate +13, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +13, Perception +11, Profession (sailor) +9, Sense Motive +5, Sleight of Hand +13 (+16 to conceal a light blade), Stealth +13, Swim +10, Use Magic Device +7; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception, -4 Sense Motive Languages Common, Dwarves, Even, Gnome, Halflings emotionless, hidden blade, rogue talents (finesse rogue, offensive defense, weapon training)Other Gear +2 mitral chain shirt, +1 star knife, +1 star knife, belt of incredible dexterity +2, ring of protection +1, 252 GP--------------------Special Abilities--------------------Blade Sense +2 (Ex) +2 dodge bonus to AC vs. attacks made against you with light blades Constructed (Ex) Counts as both humanoids and constructs for effects that target type. Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only). Dazzling Display (Star knife) Intimidate check to demoralize can affect those within 30' who see you. Evasion (Ex) If you succeed at a Reflex save for half damage, you take none instead. Hidden Blade +3 +3 bonuses on Sleight of Hand checks to conceal a light blade. Immunity to Disease You are immune to diseases. Immunity to Emotion (Ex) You are immune to all emotion effects. Immunity to Exhausted You are immune to the exhausted condition. Immunity to Fatigue You are immune to the fatigued condition. Immunity to Fear (Ex) You are immune to all fear effects. Immunity to Sleep You are immune to sleep effects. Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail. Nanite Surge +9 (1/day) (Ex) Bonus to anyone d20 roll. Glow like a torch for 1 round when used. Offensive Defense (Ex) Sneak attack grants a +1 dodge bonus to AC for each die rolled vs. that foe. Sneak Attack +3d8/+3d4 +3d8 damage with a dagger-like weapon if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed. Two-Weapon Defense +1 to AC while wielding 2 weapons. +2 when doing so defensively. Uncanny Dodge (Ex) Retain DEX bonus to AC when flat-footed. Varisian Tattoo +1 trait bonus on saving throws against charm and compulsion effects. (( Job: Midshipman (Quartermaster's Assistant)Class: Alchemist 6 Traits: Magical Knack, Quick Learner, Second Chance; Drawback: HedonisticBACKSTORYNot such a long time ago... It is well known among scholars of the kobold race that kobolds have a peculiar relationship with dragons. Some groups of kobolds (known infrequently as "lair snakes" in high Diatonic) will attach themselves to particular dragons, worshiping and serving them. Even those kobolds who do not behave so maintain legends of descent from dragons. Strangely, on rare occasions a kobold is born who seems to support these legends, evincing the wings, horns, scales or head-shape of the greater, more powerful reptiles. Iksenitrix (corrupted diatonic, something like "Fire-Daughter") was one such kobold, born with an unusually long tail, a crest of heavy horns, and wings. Her tribe were lair-snakes, and she is quite familiar with what a red dragon looks like (and how she does and does not resemble one). She spent the first part of her life in a somewhat constrained role, being groomed to be a sort of lesser priestess, learning a variety of herbal and alchemical brews for enhancing traps, and every now and again working up the courage to approach the dragon Aurathiksen, who sometimes seemed benevolently entertained by his hoard of kobold servants... And at other times was a vicious tyrant. Aurathiksen was, like all his type, utterly unpredictable, so it is difficult to say whether it was a whim, an oracular prophecy, or a statement of misinterpreted fact that made him tell Iksenitrix that she would never be a dragon so long as she stayed among her tribe. Then again, maybe he was just tired of hearing her ask how to become a dragon. She set out down the mountain and found herself at the sea, where a tribe of kobolds worked the dangerous and rocky strait by deliberately luring ships onto the reefs with lanterns, then looting them. Her diatonic appearance gained her some degree of respect, the more so when she described Aurathiksen and the vague 'quest she had been sent on.' In short order, much to the irritation of the chieftain, she had a small following among the crackers. Convinced that there was no way the scavenging tribe could possibly lead her to the sorts of treasure or glory necessary to become a dragon, she talked some dissidents into fitting out a small boat and actually going out to sea to pirate larger vessels that would not be lured in close to the reefs. She scavenged them ruthlessly, particularly looking for potions and books, anything which hinted at the mystery of transformation. She knew some kobold druids could do it (though it was only legend that some could turn into dragons for a short while) and she knew that some sorcerers could, as well. And there were ways, she was sure of it, to duplicate nearly any spell with clever enough chemistry. Her tiny band boggled the crews of merchantmen and racketeers when they swarmed aboard, waving rusty knives, sharp sticks, and broken swords... Then demanding books, elixirs, and alchemical paraphernalia. And eventually, that was how she met Joel d'Reith. The two first encountered each other on the deck of the Moon swan, a merchant out of Kilkenny which had the bad luck to be found becalmed in the fog first by the kobolds... And then by d'Reith's crew, drawn to the sound of fighting echoing over the ocean waters. The tiny cobbled-together kobold sloop and d'Reith's own vessel had both drawn up on opposite side of the Moon swan, and it was the pirate lord's laughter at the scene of the merchant crew already over-run with waist-high kobolds swinging sharpened sticks and rusty knives that brought everything to a halt. Iksenitrix was quick to observe the respective size of the pirate vessel versus that of her own kobold crew, and it was obvious to her which was likely to carry her far enough to learn how to become a dragon. She was willing to cope with d'Reith running the show, provided she got the books and chemicals she wanted. He could believe what he liked. She was going to be a dragon. The rest, she would say, was just destiny. When d'Reith died of tropical disease, his crew of sailors and kobolds eventually broke up. Few of the latter remained, and none wanted to strike out over-land to find another ship with Iksenitrix, so she went alone. Eventually she found herself in Southport and managed to convince a down-on-his-luck merchanter that she was an able sea-hand. When she had the opportunity for a Pardon that required her spending two years service among the Navy, she took it, reasoning that their ships sailed further, learned more, and their weather-wizards might know a thing or two about transformation that she didn't. It didn't end well. After two and a half years and some unfortunate events (it wasn't easy being a kobold in the Navy, particularly a kobold with a suspect history, Pardon or no Pardon), she found herself land-locked again, albeit land-locked with more than a few tomes on alchemy and an utterly arcane collection of flasks and instruments. She needed to go further. The answer would be out there, somewhere. She could feel it. It was her destiny. She just had to find the right ship, somehow, that could sail to realms where Apse's footprints still shone in the sand, and where legends were made.... And then, of course, she heard about the Cassiano. Carltyne Saunders, Adm. (RET.), Letter addressed to the Cassiano CommissionCarltyne Saunders, Adm. (RET.), addressed to the Cassiano Commission:Sirs, While I appreciate the fact that yr honors do not desire to draw all yr officers camp; midshipmen, camp;c, from naval backgrounds, I must respectfully protest the appointment of one Iksenitrix, kobold, Naval Profile #21919, to the position of midshipman camp; Quartermaster's asst. I respect yr desire for "varied experience," but the kobold in question (aside from being a kobold, camp; thus a breed well known for their cowardice camp; evil), despite having served three years time in our Navy, has done so against the good judgement of most Offs she has served with. It is difficult to imagine any worthwhile crew treating a kobold w/the respect due to a middy's rank, much less any kobold behaving in fashion worthy of such respect. However, respecting yr opinion that a kobold might be so capable, I would urge yrs truly to select some other kobold. Firstly, I would put forward her manner of behavior. She is given to stretching out at all off-duty hours on divers of the masts camp; rigging, often while attired most lewdly, and wears uniform only with the greatest protest, insisting that it hampers her wings and chafes her scales. Discomfort has never been, camp; never shall be, an excuse for avoidance of the uniform code, nor is being nonhuman an excuse for differing attire. While it is true that diverse seamen are permitted to go shirtless when engaged in heavy labor during heated weather, such behavior is not permissible when laying about. Too, divers rumors would suggest that lewdness camp; an eye towards the corruption of others is, indeed, what the kobold in question seeks. Naval regulation does not permit close contact of affectionate nature between officers camp; crew, as such familiarity can only lead to mutiny. Despite protest that the 'forementioned kobold has the skills required of a middy, these elements of behavior have been such as to constantly see her busted back to the decks every single time some of through confusion of bureaucracy or unwarranted generosity of spirit has seen fit to elevate her to the position of midshipman. Her behavior aside, there are a series of circumstances camp; incidents yr honors would do well to consider before having such a creature aboard:Firstly, there is the matter of the Pardon: Iksenitrix was a known criminal camp; trusted associate of the sea-brigand Joel d'Reith (sometimes ref'd to as 'The Tyrant of the Southern Sky' by irresponsible members of the press). There are witness acts of diverse ships being taken, at sea camp; in the sky, who list a small, winged, kobold, of red and black scale, as being one of the leading members of d'Reith's boarding parties. Said kobold answered d'Reith's hail of "Icky," camp; was ref'd to buy other members of d'Reith's crew as (at various times) either "Boats" or "Quarters," both roles (Boatswain camp; Quarters-Maître) displaying unreasonable achievement in the pirate crew warranting her elevation to responsibility. She took the King's Pardon at Rock mouth Bay a year after d'Reith's ship was reported lost, camp; while so accepting the Pardon effectively clears her of her prior crimes so long as she does not violate its strictures, she signed herself "Iksenitrix" (a name then unknown to the Navy) camp; did not make note of her involvement with d'Reith, else the Pardon (which was meant to reduce the then-large pool of able-bodied seamen who, due to mishap or irresponsible incident, were liable to ship out with smugglers camp; pirates) might not have been granted. There is no exact record of how many men of the Navy or innocent merchants' deaths she may be personally responsible for, but it can not be a small number. She did not reveal that she was that kobold until well after enrolling aboard the crew of the destroyer Savage Undine, a year later, at which time she admitted to some of the Undine's crew while drinking camp; behaving in other ways licentious, that she had sailed with d'Reith camp; been his Quarters-Maître. When it became known to the Captain of the Undine that she was a pardoned pirate, he broke her to Deckhand camp; put her to below decks-work, mainly scupper-cleaning. Secondly, there is the matter of the Calais explosion: While a member of d'Reith's crew, "Icky" was infamous as a grenadier camp; poisoner. After her transfer from the Undine to the Calais, it became known to the Apothecary of the Calais that she had diverse skills camp; alchemical knowledge, at which point he put her to work grinding powders camp; serving other arcane camp; alchemical needs. As you may have heard, two years gone the Calais exploded quite violently after leaving the sky-harbor at Pearl grave, but she had on only a mild wind camp; was yet at low altitude, so most of her crew survived. A court-martial investigated the involvement of the kobold, as witnesses at the sky-harbor described the explosion as beginning near the Calais' lower aft hull, rather than the fore where her powder magazine was stored. Witnesses among the crew agreed upon seeing the kobold go forward for purposes unknown just before the time of the explosion, camp; it was speculated that she had grenade the Apothecary camp; sabotaged the ship. The kobold protested that she had gone forward at the Apothecary's order to draw another bottle of brandy for 'medicinal purposes' camp; had no knowledge of the explosion. Other members of the crew camp; officers interviewed agreed that the Apothecary was a notorious drunkard who permitted the kobold free run of the vessel camp; the alchemical camp; healing duties which were nominally the Apothecary's job. The courts-martial were inconclusive, but after a time insurers camp; the Registry agreed that the loss of the Calais was best explained as accidental rather than deliberately injurious. Thirdly, there is the matter of the near-mutiny aboard the tender Dire Brock three months after she went aboard camp; was promoted to middy. Officers camp; crew had noted that some of the songs camp; shanties said kobold sang were of rather piratical bent camp; woefully inappropriate aboard one of His Majesty's vessels. Upon having this brought to her attention, such singing ceased. However, in the weeks which followed, discipline lapsed camp; the crew became more unruly. While the officers agree that Iksenitrix brought the potential leader of the mutineers to the attention of the Master Physicked, there was later speculation by higher commands that the kobold's earlier behavior camp; licentiousness among members of the crew might have been involved in the near-mutiny. The kobold pleaded her loyalty at a formal inquiry camp; that any sentiments of pirate shanties had been sung "in innocence camp; without intent." Having served on that inquiry it is my opinion that the kobold is too clever by half. They are notorious trap-setters for others, camp; one can only speculate upon the possibility of some unhallowed relationship between herself camp; the mutineers in which she felt wronged and therefore stirred them up then gave them up. And that brings me promptly to my last argument, therewith that the safety of the Cassiano's crew is to be thought of: While I recognize that yr honors have wisely not gone the step of appointing the kobold Iksenitrix an officer, any simple accident or misstep at sea by an officer above her could permit a midshipman, particularly one singled out on the crewing roster as 'Asst. Quarters-Maître,' to be given consideration as replacement for a seasoned officer lost to the void. I say respectfully to you that nothing could be a more inappropriate choice in an emergency. The kobold in question has proven quite problematic enough in the lower-decks camp; one shudders to think the havoc that might be wreaked where she given a position of authority. While it is incompatible with her Pardon to relieve her of duty or exact punishment from her for her previous piratical crimes, I say to yr honors that the Navy is quite pleased to be without the kobold for these past six months, and believes you would be best served to likewise be without her. Yr Servant, Carltyne Saunders, Fleet Admiral (RET.) Jardien Kryxworthy, Acting Chair, Cassiano Exploration Commission to Admiral Saunders (RET.) Jardien Kryxworthy, Acting Chair, Cassiano Exploration Commission to Admiral Saunders (RET.) My dear Admiral, I assure you that the Commission has been quite touched by the volume of input and advice that you have, in your benevolent experience, provided with regard to the crewing of the Cassiano. I assure you that your various missives regarding the Planes touched, Cat folk, Elves and Dwarves have all been received and are being taken in advisement after due consideration, along with the free copy of your recently published book which you provided on the benefits of naval warships crewed purely by humans. We are flattered that you chose to autograph it to us as a group, and there has been some conversation upon what should be done with it when the Commission is dissolved. However, as in this case you have undertaken to single out a single individual by their past reputation, rather than an entire species, I have decided to respond directly in order to allay your fears or misconceptions. As you, yourself, mentioned, upon acceptance of the King's Pardon, Iksenitrix's slate was considered wiped clean. The pardon did cover participation in previous acts of piracy, and provided that the kobold in question does not violate that pardon (say, by committing an act of mutiny or another act of piracy), it states that she is to be treated as any other member of the crew. Therefore, from the very beginning, I must say that your remarks upon her previous character are problematic in regard to the pursuit of any official stance. The Cassiano is not a ship of His Majesty's Navy, but a vessel of exploration, and while we are fortunate to draw upon the experience offered by a variety of naval officers and crew, we have decided to diversify against the possibilities of the unknown. It is well known that Naval officers and sailors remark, upon observing merchants and others that there is a "Navy way" of doing things, with the suggestion that it is the only proper way. I extend you the credit of recognizing that this is not always so, that in most circumstances the Navy has encountered the procedure which they have founded is useful. But I also note that the Cassiano is going beyond the Navy's expanse and that diverse situations require diverse responses and capabilities. In order to amass such diversity the Cassiano's crew includes a number of sailors of both sea and sky from myriad backgrounds and kingdoms, as well as a number of members who, as you have noted, are not human and bring with them non-human capabilities and outlooks. These outlooks may well be suited to solving problems and situations not often found in the Navy. It may amuse you to know that we have rather more than one ex-pirate aboard. The more so it may surprise you that we have actively sought out such ex-pirates, and would be glad of one or two more, could we better count on their behavior. Such men do not have the luxury of Naval privilege. They careen their ships at any beach or sandbar which offers them shelter and their repairs make do with materials that a Naval provisioner would turn up his nose at. They are well-known for rebuilding vessels to suit their own purposes without the benefit of dry-dock or Naval procurement. Barred from civil ports, such sailors are explorers by necessity, not desire, and they must chart their own courses to points unknown, reckoning as best they may the hazards of the open sea or sky against the hazards posed by encountering the Navy in better-charted waters. The kobold in question has served (we have confirmed this with sources who do not attend dinner at the Admiralty so often as at Tidewater Prison) as both Boatswain and Quartermaster aboard no less than three pirate vessels, and assisted (this we have confirmed with sailors both merchant and naval) as well as her ability permitted aboard ships of His Majesty's Navy in the roles to which she was assigned - whether midshipman, Apothecary's assistant, or swab. Where the Cassiano goes, at this time she goes alone. She must be prepared to defend herself, and one could not ask for better to repel boarders or to board a hostile vessel than a pirate-king's own shock troops (yes, I know what is said about the Royal Marines. We have one or two of those aboard as well, and I remain unimpressed with their ability to respond to unforeseen situations). Should misfortune visit itself upon the Cassiano's officers, you are correct that placing such characters among the midshipmen invites their elevation to replace said officers. Whether in such a circumstance a Navy man loyal to his codes and regulations would do better than a pirate desperate to maintain his ship and crew is entirely dependent upon the circumstances which have so unmanned the ship. The Commission is confident that the potential benefits of including a few seeming 'bad eggs' with special and unique skill sets far outweigh the hazards of them suddenly and unpredictably going criminal among a loyal crew, particularly when there is little if any hope of rescue and all parties must work together to see the ship home. In the case of the kobold Iksenitrix, the Commission has considered your input and weighed it against the benefits which said sailor's experience and skill set offers to the carefully-balanced crew. We would rather not have to call upon such skills, but we will be more pleased to have them available if required than not. Her appointment will stand unless we find some other pardoned brigand with a better but similar skill-set. Respectfully, Jardien KryxworthyActing Chair, Cassiano Exploration CommissionEXISTING RELATIONSHIPSIksenitrix displays a weird sort of social and sexual neediness at the damnedest times (and with disturbing frequency), occasionally all-but dragging people off to sheltered corners or store-rooms for quick, sometimes almost frenzied encounters (although she has been known to take her time with matters, depending upon her mercurial mood). She seems to flit from one partner of the moment to another without attaching any idea of social obligation or attachment to the act, and has even been known to occasionally co-opt the scarred security android, though this as often as not leaves her seeming more confused and irritable than before. GENERAL PERSONALITYIksenitrix can be most easily explained by one characteristic: she believes she is (or is going to be) a dragon...albeit currently a rather small one. On the one hand, she responds extremely well to flattery and any sort of appreciation. On the other hand, like many small creatures (wolverines, honey badgers, hummingbirds), she doesn't seem to realize that simply because something is larger than she it doesn't mean she can't bully and cow it. She can be greedy, selfish, and arbitrarily belligerent, but at least part of it is an act... A sort of social territorial behavior "as strength goes." She prides herself on being able to handle whatever tasks she is given, seeing them as challenges to be met with impunity and swept aside without admitting any difficulty that might suggest weakness on her part, and once a senior officer figures that out she's quite easy to manage... Until she gets in over her head and has trouble asking for help. Coming from a tribe of dragon-worshipers, she was raised with the idea that the weak serve the stronger, and in this case the ship's Captain and chain of command designate strength. While she is above decks as much (if not more) than most senior officers, she is rarely on the deck itself: the small kobold has a tendency to perch on railings, crates, the capstan, or even to swing and hop from line to line... Anything to avoid what she has decided is the submissive position most mammals associate with being below their eye level. Depending upon how others act towards her, she can be either brutal all out of proportion to her size, or easygoing and amiable providing she feels she is being respected. She has something of a soft spot for any members of the crew who are aboard as penalty or pardon (do your time, die, or ship out!), having been there herself some years back. She reacts extremely badly to being called 'Icky' but has been known to allow 'Trip,' at least when her feet are being rubbed. Sometimes leads shanties from atop the capstan, and occasionally sings to herself when she thinks no-one is listening. Her songs match her personality... Occasionally beautiful, at times frighteningly cruel.SEXUALITYIksenitrix is hedonistic and a known pervert even among other kobolds - the usual kobold term being 'mountain climber' for one who is sexually attracted to members of ridiculously tall races (at least by kobold standards). Gnomes, dwarves, and halflings, for example, need not apply. Since she's already an open pervert for pursuing members of other races, she is also rather open to experimentation of all sorts (if people assume you are a pervert, you may as well enjoy it). Iksenitrix tends to be aggressive, both when flirting (if you can call what she does on needy days 'flirting') and in bed, she prefers to be on top even when power exchange isn't an issue, and she reacts extremely well to flattery, worship, and foot rubs. Gender doesn't seem to matter to her at all. Character SheetIksenitrix @ Myth-Weavers (Equipment List Worn:Cost:Weight:Mitral Chain Shirt +121006MW Dark wood Buckler1901Dagger20.5Dagger, Cold Iron40.5Wrist sheath, spring loaded50.5Propitious Pouch (Carries up to 20#, 2 cu. ft.)5001Bag of Holding, Minor (Carries up to 50#, 5 cu. ft.)10003MW Scimitar, Alchemical Silver4052Headband of Vast Intelligence +2 (Dungeoneering)40000.25Bracers of Falcon's Aim40000.25Total Weight:15Inside Propitious Pouch:Cased Bolts (20)42Cased Bolts, Cold Iron tipped (10)41Cased Bolts, Alchemical Silver tipped (10)61Tanglefoot Bolts (2)400.2Wand of Cure Light Wounds (25/50)375-Potion of Good Hope1050-Alchemy Crafting Kit255Glue Paper (10)0.1-Glass Cutter5-Alchemist’s Fire201Unstable Accelerant (2)501Universal Solvent100-Oil, Quick Freeze501Razor Ice Powder501Burst Jar352Acid Flask101Antitoxin (2)100-Ghast Retch501Smokestick200.5Flint camp; Steel (1g)1-Chalk x10 (0.1)0.1-Marbles0.12Total Weight:19.7Inside Bag of Holding, Minor:MW Dark wood Hey Crossbow, Repeating7603Cased Bolts (20)42Grappling Arrow10.5Hybridization Funnel2002Drill (1” did.)0.51MW Thieves tools1002Grooming kit10.5Alchemist’s Fire (3)603Oil, Quick Freeze501Razor Ice Powder501Burst Jar352Acid Flask (3)303Tanglefoot Bag504Powder x20.042Mess Kit0.21String, 50’0.50.1Waterskin284 days travel rations21Traveling Formula Book101Total Weight:38.1Stowed in Cabin:Cased Bolts (60)126Alchemist's Lab, Portable7520Bedroll0.11.25Powder x80.063Cold Weather Outfit81.75Formula Book153Total Weight:35Purchased and Inscribed in Spell book:Scroll of Crafter's Fortune (written into formula book)35Scroll of Identify (written into formula book)35Scroll of Shield (written into formula book)35Scroll of See Invisibility (written into formula book)190Total Cost:15962.7

Lost on the Planes (Character Thread)|rating:3.0

The Case of Ungra Balan [OC]

This is the OC thread. Feel free to discuss text colors and any previous interactions you might have had that link your characters. The Party is currently:Finley BalmoralKamus Crawford Shin ClearCrystalScarlet Cooper Hero SindragonYou should all make a roll20 account if you do not have one already and PM me your names. The game will take place mostly here on Pop, but we will use the roll20 maps I have set up. If you would like specific tokens just PM me a link to the token file you would like, or you can pick from default roll20 tokens. For my own simplicity:+4/+4+1/+1+1/+1-1/-1-1/+4 I'll take blue. I'll go with Fire brick. Hero posts in majestic purple. Thanks for selecting me for the game, DM! I'll make my first IC post tonight, after work. Scarlet will take Bold Red. You might not be travelling together, but since you can hit them all with it in the next 4 standard actions, you can do that on your way to the farm miles away. Hi gang! I'll take orange, and I'm off to make a roll20 account. Made my account in roll20 and PM'd you the nickname. Hmm, apparently I can't figure out how to invite people by roll20 name, so I guess check your PMs and accept. Dignity done. Done, but apparently cant see it on phone. Will try later on computer If you join now, you will be spoilered to find out that I don't intend to murder you before you get there :)You can search for tokens, or give me an image to upload as your token, at which point I will create tokens for you all. Last night I was with a bottle of wine in my head and woke IP with the notebook by my side. I'll check now. Edit: Watched the video tutorial and made a few tests. It's nice. Well, you have your directions from before, anyone have anything else to do before party heads out? At least one person still isn't on roll20. Probably no. We are ready for action! But, if the farm is less than one hour from here, Camus will cast Mage Armor before going. Well, if you can walk 20ft per round, then you can walk 2 miles in one hour, so you are probably exactly one hour away if you wait for Finley. Speaking of, Sgt. Suitable you have speed at 15ft, but should probably be 20ft, since Dwarves are not slowed by armor.EDIT: Still need tokens for everyone, I'll start with generic ones, and if you guys want a specific one you can let me know, and we can change it. Okay, so Camus will have 2h left of Mage Armor when they reach the farm (if nothing goes wrong on the way So are we supposed to be on Roll20 right now? Originally Posted by JNA Productions So are we supposed to be on Roll20 right now? You will probably want to go look at it as soon as make the IC post. I don't intend to do this live, but you can move your characters on roll 20 at any time, even if I'm not there, so you can take your actions as you would like whenever you post.EDIT: FYI, when using the ruler to measure, you can hold alt to have it not snap to grid, so you can start at a corner to better measure your spells, breath weapons, etc. I wish I could set it to snap to corner automatically, however that is unfortunately not a feature.EDIT2: While I am talking about changes to character sheets, Shin should probably not have all his gold values in the weight column, while I appreciate that the auto adding is helpful, it is currently giving you a -6 ACP from being overweight. It occurs to me that even if the two remaining people take actions still you will not be ready to roll unit, and rather than have you all declare your moves again, I will just assume that all three of the current movers continue moving, and the two remainders can quantum move/not move as the like, they can be 30-40ft further forward, or not as they like, and in the future you guys can just nominate someone to go first around corners so forth. As the fastest person, Scarlet will suffer the honor of bait for this fight.EDIT: Going forward, do you have any objection to me rolling knowledge and saves for you to speed things up? I don't want everyone waiting to see who failed their saves before making decisions. Definitely in the current case I'm rolling Knowledge checks for everyone as you see the monster. I'm fine with you making reactive rolls on our behalf, like saves, knowledge checks when appropriate, and listen/spot rolls. Please assume that Hero will use Collector of Stories each combat to give +5 to the monster identification check; in the event of more than one monster type, he'd prefer to use it on the scariest-looking one but selecting randomly is fine too. Hero will continue to move along with Scarlet near the front of the group, but hasn't actually started making noise louder than talking yet. I kind of left the hook hanging expecting someone to stop him. Nah, go ahead and draw them out. This way they are coming at us from a distance instead of up close. You can edit a post with rolls in it, and as long as you don't touch the rolls, they will all stay the same, however, you can't roll new rolls when editing a post. FYI, I went through and rolled knowledge checks for everyone who had the appropriate skill, and will continue to do so in the future, so that way I don't have to give away the type :)Although, presumably Scarlet will be telling you what it is to at least some extent. I feel better now that you made all the saves, so you get a standard action :) JNA, "any creature that takes damage from your breath weapon becomes entangled and takes an extra 1d6 points of damage" So your slow breath isn't going to entangle.EDIT: Also, looks like you are nauseous, so you can't take a standard action. So I guess no breath weapon for you, you can take a move action if you'd like. Huh. Swap that to Frost Breath, then, for(3d6)[8]/2 damage. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Huh. Swap that to Frost Breath, then, for [roll0]/2 damage. Well, actually you are nauseated, so no breath at all it looks like." Nauseated creatures are unable to attack, cast spells, concentrate on spells, or do anything else requiring attention. The only action such a character can take is a single move action per turn." Just got back from marriage and will probably hit the bed. We are alive yet, right? Originally Posted by Chimera Just got back from marriage and will probably hit the bed. We are alive yet, right? Currently alive :) You need to make a will save and then take your actions, it can wait till tomorrow, since we are waiting on everyone right now. Will save(1d20+5)[21] So far as it effects future actions, the monster made the save against ego whip, and was not rendered comatose by 2 CIA damage. That's no ordinary bug... oh well, at least it's not a space station. Will save:(1d20+2)[11] JNA, you should probably read the knowledge info for you, I made a slight update to the Energy Resistance, which may affect your decisions in the future when you are not nausea, and you may want to inform others of that fact. Hamm... Nothing yet? Still Sickened. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Still Sickened. Uh... Sorry, you are Nauseated the first round, sickened after, so while you won't be able to take a standard action, you can still take a move action. While you are probably vomiting, it doesn't mean you couldn't choke out some advice. As for our missing Druid... well, he is quite missing, since I can't see much in the way of particularly effective spells for him to cast, I'll leave him there as a decoy and reach out to my next choice character from the thread, if he doesn't want to join, we will go on with four people and be glad I choose five instead of four.EDIT: Wasn't there a Barbarian 1/Cleric 2 sheet submitted by someone? I can't seem to find it anywhere in the thread. Hi guys, I've had a really busy weekend. Just got home and sat down to plow through the gimp forums for updates. Sorry for the delay. Edit: it might be smart for me to bow out and let someone else have a go. This early on in the game it's not so bad I hope? I don't see my schedule getting easier, and I want to be able to keep up with everything instead of slowing it down. Hope you don't mind? Originally Posted by Sgt. Suitable Hi guys, I've had a really busy weekend. Just got home and sat down to plow through the gimp forums for updates. Sorry for the delay. Edit: it might be smart for me to bow out and let someone else have a go. This early on in the game it's not so bad I hope? I don't see my schedule getting easier, and I want to be able to keep up with everything instead of slowing it down. Hope you don't mind? Well there he is, so problem half solved. Still need to find that barbarian/cleric character. DM, can I execute a charge at the bug from my current position, or is Camus sufficiently blocking my path? I don't remember her being there last time I looked, but I guess maybe she moved before I got to go. Assuming I can't charge, can I reach the bug in a single move action of 30' or not? This didn't show as updated for whatever reason, yes Camus moved during his turn. You can move 30ft and be adjacent to it in the location I put you in. Feel free to move yourself back and around if you want, but based on your question, I assume you want to be there. Originally Posted by Beheld This didn't show as updated for whatever reason, yes Camus moved during his turn. You can move 30ft and be adjacent to it in the location I put you in. Feel free to move yourself back and around if you want, but based on your question, I assume you want to be there. Yes she did move. Also, Camus is a girl Hey JNA. Remember how you used a slow breath. Remember how you don't have Slow breath written anywhere on your character sheet, probably because you can't even have slow breath until level 5? I only found this out because you keep saying your character moves but not moving him in the roll 20 map, so I had to figure out the actual distance, but that turned out to be pointless, because you can't slow breath. I sincerely apologize. Furthermore, I've got about a half dozen DFA's, and most of them DO have slow breath. I'll just retract my action entirely, then, to make up for it. Originally Posted by JNA Productions I sincerely apologize. I've got about a half dozen DFA's, and most of them DO have slow breath. I'll just retract my action entirely, then, to make up for it. You can take another action if you like. I'll just be crying in the corner while this monster TPKs the party because you have no one who does non energy damage in significant amounts, and the monster is also immune to mind affecting which would negate the one Sleep effect, and Ego Whip victories. T_T Alright, straight frost breath.(3d6)[9]Crap! That's 2d6. Aw well, didn't do damage anyway. Man, I keep buggering things up. Okay-so I only do 2d6 damage, and only have Fire and Frost breath available. I WILL REMEMBER THIS! Originally Posted by Beheld You can take another action if you like. I'll just be crying in the corner while this monster TPKs the party because you have no one who does non energy damage in significant amounts, and the monster is also immune to mind affecting which would negate the one Sleep effect, and Ego Whip victories. T_T We're only level 3 characters, man. No one here made Pun. Something with DR/(thing we don't have), Energy Resistance (everything) (more than we can reliably do), flight, pounce, and an attack that forces saves and strips away actions is going to kill us, yeah. We have neither the levels nor the wealth to be individually prepared for such a threat, and it's not something we could have coordinated as a party because we all literally just met an hour ago in game time. And the man who gave us this quest implied there were more than one of these things around, which is why Hero's not trying to inspire courage... not that it would matter, since no one else in the party is using melee attacks on it and his Dragon fire Inspiration would result in energy damage which the enemy would resist. I'll post IC again after work tonight, but if Hero tries one or two more attacks that fail, or gets hit again for a huge chunk of damage, he's going to be fleeing to the best of his ability. Originally Posted by Gab rosin We're only level 3 characters, man. No one here made Pun. Something with DR/(thing we don't have), Energy Resistance (everything) (more than we can reliably do), flight, pounce, and an attack that forces saves and strips away actions is going to kill us, yeah. We have neither the levels nor the wealth to be individually prepared for such a threat There were supposed to be five of you at level 3, and it's CR 4. You don't need pun-pun, a Wizard casting glitter dust and a Rogue could kill this thing in two rounds, a Barbarian could probably just trade stabs and with very minimal support win. Anyone with a Strength Score, could just grab this thing and keep it pinned forever while a Rogue got SA every round. A Cold Iron Long sword costs 30gp. I'm not saying it's your guys fault (that much) it's just an unfortunate coincidence that the starting encounter I designed before I started recruiting featured a CR 4 enemy that was strong against a bunch of character types I did accept, and weak against a bunch of characters I didn't accept. Mostly because there were very few applications, and none of the standard types applied at all (IE, no big bruisers, no rogues, no Wizards who cast spells, one druid, but he chooses a flavor/scout AC, and then he Asked, no clerics (I thought there was a Barb/Cleric, but I can't find him, so I've decided I must be insane))Although, spoiler alert, while their may or may not be more, the point of his comments is that he saw one of the creatures, and he felt like he was being swarmed by ants at that moment (the effect of a failed will save) not that he personally had seen tons of them. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Crap! That's 2d6. Aw well, didn't do damage anyway. No, you have an item that makes it 3d6, you were right. You're the DM, feel free to adjust monster stats as needed. I've never seen anyone level 5 or undertake silver or cold iron weapons unless there's advance warning that fey or lycanthropes are involved; they usually just don't register as worth the extra carrying weight until a Handy Haversack is available. If you want, I could have a war blade ready to go tonight who could show up on the scene... not sure if you want to have 1 player running 2 characters, though. Originally Posted by Beheld There were supposed to be five of you at level 3, and it's CR 4. You don't need pun-pun, a Wizard casting glitter dust and a Rogue could kill this thing in two rounds, a Barbarian could probably just trade stabs and with very minimal support win. Anyone with a Strength Score, could just grab this thing and keep it pinned forever while a Rogue got SA every round. A Cold Iron Long sword costs 30gp. I'm not saying it's your guys fault (that much) it's just an unfortunate coincidence that the starting encounter I designed before I started recruiting featured a CR 4 enemy that was strong against a bunch of character types I did accept, and weak against a bunch of characters I didn't accept. Mostly because there were very few applications, and none of the standard types applied at all (IE, no big bruisers, no rogues, no Wizards who cast spells, one druid, but he chooses a flavor/scout AC, and then he Asked, no clerics (I thought there was a Barb/Cleric, but I can't find him, so I've decided I must be insane)) You mentioned you modified this from a more powerful monster, and CR's are often misleading anyway. I can only speak to the capabilities I've seen from it so far. In three rounds it has succeeded on 18 attacks, and the party has collectively dealt it zero damage, despite attempting melee attacks, breath attacks, acid, fire, and mental attacks. Some of that has been poor rolling, but it would be hard to say we haven't tried a diverse range of options. As for cold iron, like J-H said, it's the sort of thing you purchase when you know a threat requires it; it would take some metagaming to have a level 3 character who has dedicated himself/herself to preparing for various DRS from day 1. This is coming off as complaining, but it's not intended to be. I don't think it's a bad thing for a party to face an obviously superior opponent, even on day one, as long as they're not trapped into the combat with no way out. Just don't be surprised when the answer is turning and running. Now we know what we're up against, we know it's vulnerable to cold iron, we know it's resistant to various energies... we can retreat to town, stock up on the things we need, come back and try again. Even with good characters, this is a level where a handful of orcs is dangerous to the party if they get to go first and start rolling well. Winning every fight isn't a realistic outcome, and it's no surprise from what we've seen so far that we're not winning this one. Originally Posted by Gab rosin You mentioned you modified this from a more powerful monster, and CR's are often misleading anyway. I can only speak to the capabilities I've seen from it so far. In three rounds it has succeeded on 18 attacks, and the party has collectively dealt it zero damage, despite attempting melee attacks, breath attacks, acid, fire, and mental attacks. Some of that has been poor rolling, but it would be hard to say we haven't tried a diverse range of options. As for cold iron, like J-H said, it's the sort of thing you purchase when you know a threat requires it; it would take some metagaming to have a level 3 character who has dedicated himself/herself to preparing for various DRS from day 1. 1) I modified it from a CR 4 monster to be less powerful. The starting point was a CR 4 monster, and I arguably weakened it by changing its tactics to be much more party friendly (except that right now I'm ignoring those tactics to murder the guy who withdrew from the game). It was CR 4 before my change and had the same to hit, same DR, and same resists. (And the same one round nausea with the same DC.)2) Having a 30gp backup weapon for different DR sources is something that you walk into by accident at level 1 and every melee damage only character has at level 2. If you only get weapons to bypass DR after something beats the crap out of you, then of course you are going to have the crap beaten out of you. It's certainly not metagaming to know that monsters with DR exist in the universe, since you probably ran into a blacksmith anywhere, and they had cold iron weapons, and you could have asked them why, and they would have said "because some monsters resist normal DR." Originally Posted by Gab rosin Now we know what we're up against, we know it's vulnerable to cold iron, we know it's resistant to various energies... we can retreat to town, stock up on the things we need, come back and try again. Maybe JNA will explain the disadvantages to that plan. Originally Posted by Beheld 1) I modified it from a CR 4 monster to be less powerful. The starting point was a CR 4 monster, and I arguably weakened it by changing its tactics to be much more party friendly. It was CR 4 before my change and had the same to hit, same DR, and same resists. (And the same one round nausea with the same DC.) 2) having a 30gp backup weapon for different DR sources is something that you walk into by accident at level 1 and every melee damage only character has at level 2. If you only get weapons to bypass DR after something beats the crap out of you, then of course you are going to have the crap beaten out of you. It's certainly not metagaming to know that monsters with DR exist in the universe, since you probably ran into a blacksmith anywhere, and they had cold iron weapons, and you could have asked them why, and they would have said "because some monsters resist normal DR." Not every low-level character is an experienced dungeon delver who is prepared for anything. Mine in particular is not; he would likely have gained his 3000 XP so far by traveling from city to city and town to town, taking on odd tasks, and fighting the occasional animal or humanoid. I can't speak to the backgrounds of the remainder of the party. I started him with the sort of gear I would expect him to have acquired by this point, not the perfect gear set for handling every challenge he might face. Originally Posted by Beheld Maybe JNA will explain why that is a terrible idea that is absolutely terrible. Hero has absolutely no way to know that right now. So far all he knows is that in spite of having a reasonable amount of lore about various monsters in his head, he has no information of his own about what this thing is, and he's got someone he just met today telling him that the thing is vulnerable to cold iron, which he doesn't possess. Even if he were to possess perfect knowledge about the creature, he would probably pursue the same plan, seeing as it is a preferable alternative to being stung six times a round until death by something he has been unable to harm with his sword. Where can this CR4 monster be found? I'm guessing FF or MM 3-5, where the CR's got kind of...odd. As a Prion, there are only two first-level powers that can hurt this: Crystal Shard, fully augmented to 3pp for 3d6 damage (average 11.5) minus the DR, and possibly Energy Ray, if it's not resistant to sonic and if I can hit a Ranged Touch attack (1d20+3 vs touch AC of probably 12, so 45% miss chance, to do 3d6-3 damage (average 8.5)). Concussion Blast (2nd level) does Force damage, but at 1d6 per 3pp, it's a pretty sorry power. Energy Push/Stun may also hurt it, but it's 1d6-1 or 2d6-2 sonic per 3pp. Mages might have a few more options, but not many; Magic Missile is probably the best bet. Yeah, looking at this thing's stats... It's going to crush us. I'm just going to repost the info Beheld gave me, since Scarlet will tell everyone as soon they're away safely (fingers crossed) and the main things (ER and DR) are already known.IC: You recall seeing a picture of this monstrous bug creatures before in a book describing an odd subtype of demons. They are known for having true seeing and being just really horrific to look at, so monstrous that their very appearance causes suffering. You remember that unlike other demons, they are not immune to electricity, instead being minor resistant to all energy types (ER 10). In particular, you recall that this monster was described as being so sickening to look at that it made spell casting distracting, implanting eggs into those it attacks, which hatch into grubs that eat their way out of people, temporarily crippling them in the process and producing more creatures very quickly, being able to fly very quickly and strike with all it's tailing after closing with people far away, fast healing 5, DR 5/cold iron or lawful 5, being able to attack with 6 stinging tails and a bite at +10 for tails and +5 for bite, having an AC of 17, 14 touch and flat-footed, and for following a pattern in combat of implanting as many eggs as possible into each creature it is fighting then retreating to await it's young hatching before reengaging and implanting more eggs into any who survive the birthing. Regarding the implanting, can be cured with remove disease, or a heal check DC 15 which does 1d4 damage and a full round action for each egg. Otherwise, the grubs do more damage when they come out, and nauseate again. (Will be in an hour if not cured by then). Edit: So I asked my veteran 3.5 player friends about this, and their response can be summed up as "You're effed. Even if you had cold iron." So, Beheld... I don't know. Work on balance a little more? Edit the second: It's an Solid, right? Assuming yes... It has a fly speed of 60'. It's faster than me, and I'm faster than all you all. We can't even run. Wow. A fullback character with 18 strength and a masterwork weapon has a +8, so only hits 55% of the time. If he hits for 1d12+6 (great axe+STR bonus) - average 12.5/hit, then... Over 4 rounds, he hits for 25 damage, of which 10 is resisted. The creature heals up to 20hp over those 4 rounds, leaving a net -5 damage inflicted by a melee character. Even with a cold iron weapon, he's got a net 5 damage inflicted. Trolls have regeneration 5, have fewer attacks, and a lower AB, and no secondary effects and are CR5. Add in the energy resistances and flight, and I'd rate this at a CR7. I have once again communed with the great minds of 3.5! They agree with your assessment. CR 7 seems reasonable. Ultimately it doesn't matter. In character, all that most of us know is that we're significantly overmatched in this fight, and we have to figure out what to do about it. Well, we haven't tried running yet. IC, we should probably just flee, then, upon realizing it's faster... Who wants to make a heroic stand and face down the monster while the rest of us run? Originally Posted by JNA Productions Well, we haven't tried running yet. IC, we should probably just flee, then, upon realizing it's faster... Who wants to make a heroic stand and face down the monster while the rest of us run? Well we're already sacrificing Finley, maybe he'll hold its attention. It may also leave after it thinks it has implanted us with eggs. I'm not willing to accept that we're just dead, because that would make this a very short and boring campaign. So we'll see what happens. I meant ONE PERSON volunteer to make a heroic last stand. Not everyone. All the same, here's hoping it lets us run in peace. If we need someone to do melee, I can roll up a War blade. My character will grow steadily more competent at melee combat as he levels, but his real advantage is being a force multiplier for other melee/ranged attacks. I had thought the druid would benefit the most, either from his own attacks or his summoned creatures, but I guess he's out of the picture now. Our DFA will probably also benefit in between breath attacks. If we're going to add another character, I second the DM's suggestion of a divine caster. What do you mean "Between breath attacks"? They're at-will. :P Originally Posted by JNA Productions What do you mean "Between breath attacks"? They're at-will. :P Ah, I thought it had a recovery time between each one. Never mind then On the bright side, our characters should bond through shared trauma. Right? Originally Posted by J-H Wow. A fullback character with 18 strength and a masterwork weapon has a +8, so only hits 55% of the time. If he hits for 1d12+6 (great axe+STR bonus) - average 12.5/hit, then... Over 4 rounds, he hits for 25 damage, of which 10 is resisted. The creature heals up to 20hp over those 4 rounds, leaving a net -5 damage inflicted by a melee character. Even with a cold iron weapon, he's got a net 5 damage inflicted. A Power attacking Raging Half Orc Barbarian with a 30gp cold iron long sword would have a STR of 26, and would therefore charge attack at +10 for 1d8+18 damage. If he gets lucky enough to hit on his second attack the next round at +8, he would do enough damage to knock it unconscious in 2 rounds and anyone nearby could coup de grâce. A fighter with 18 STR and 3 BAD could grapple it and have a +7 grapple against it's +3 to escape as a standard action, winning a second one to pin, and then repeatedly repining would allow everyone else to attack it at AC 10 and the rogue getting SA, and the monster would be able to do nothing but spend a standard action trying to escape the pin. Originally Posted by J-H Trolls have regeneration 5, have fewer attacks, and a lower AB, and no secondary effects and are CR5. Add in the energy resistances and flight, and I'd rate this at a CR7. A troll hitting with a single claw would do more damage than the entire full attack routine of this creature. A troll that hits on two claws does 29 damage. This creature, if it hits on all attacks, does average of 17.5. The status effect isn't anything, but its offensive output is much less than a troll, living vs dead pcs different. A troll has nearly twice the hit points, doesn't have an easily bypassed DR, or the energy resists of this creature, but remember that damage dealt to a troll with a weapon at all is going to be non-lethal. And unlike this monster, a character with 18 STR and 3 BAD wouldn't be able to completely render a troll incapable of attacks. A CR 6 Devil, the Chain Devil, has DR 5/silver or good, Immunity to cold and fire, resistance to acid 10, Regeneration 2 (all but silver and good damage), SR 18, and attacks with range 15ft with four attacks as a standard action at +10 for average 9 damage per attack. Also, 60hp. A Hellcat, CR 7 has 4 attacks on a pounce, doing average damage 5d8+12 damage, DR 5/good, so not easily by passable, is invisible in light, has Fire immunity and SR 19. A CR Baba demon has Lighting Immunity, resistance to acid cold and fire 10, SR 14, DR 10/cold iron or good, and in addition to SLAs, does 3d6+12 damage with a possibility of 9d6SA each round. This is so far away from a CR 7 that it genuinely pisses me off to read that. Like, I understand that no one in this entire party has non-energy damage, and you had a good mind affecting cripple power, so it unfortunately has the defenses against all of what you guys are best designed for, but this is not a CR 7, it's a CR 4. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Edit: So I asked my veteran 3.5 player friends about this, and their response can be summed up as "You're effed. Even if you had cold iron." So, Beheld... I don't know. Work on balance a little more? You may or may not be screwed. But this is a CR 4 that is easily handled by lots of level 3–4 parties. Maybe instead of telling me to work on balance, you could maybe, across 5 people, approximate one standard party for a game in which I specifically warned people that I wouldn't be playing monsters down to the low op level that people on this forum seem to believe is the only thing that exists. Couldn't the grappled demon just, I don't know... Murder the fighter? Also, how are you getting +18 damage from that? Edit: Wielding it two-handed, I would assume. So why not wield a great sword instead? Edit II: Also, don't grapple provoke attacks of opportunity? Edit III: Don't barbarians also only get one rage a day? So that's blowing all their daily resources on one fight. And having a weapon that we had NO IDEA we'd need. (Because we couldn't make knowledge checks in advance.) Edit IV: Also, even ifsomeparties can take this thing on just fine, weclearlycannot. I don't think it's too much to ask you look at party composition when creating challenges. Edit V: Although it is reasonable to say "Not every challenge can be surmounted", there's the slight issue that it's faster than I. So we can't really run away unless it lets us. Which, okay, makes sense? Kinda? But it's not fun. Edit VI: This thing can fly faster than we can run, can fly out of our reach, and is capable of making ranged attacks via weapons, as well as effectively pouncing Spring Attacks. The only chance we'll get to grapple this thing is by readying an action, meaning the grapple happens on its turn. Grappling only works if we hit its touch AC, it doesn't hit us with it's AOO, and we succeed on the opposed grapple check; if any of those three things don't happen, it doesn't get grappled. And if it gets grappled, since it's still the creatures turn, it just fulls attacks the grapple for lots of damage and a bunch of fort saves vs Nauseate...which would prevent them from maintaining the grapple on their turn. If this thing is being played optimally, it wouldn't use tactics that come with downsides like 'you can get charged by a power-attacking barbarian' or downsides like 'you get gimped by a grapple-Fighter', because it has options that keep it out of range of both of those dedicated melee guys. The fact remains that the biggest problem we have fighting this thing is that we were given no chance to figure out cold iron weapons were needed nor any IOC indication that we would need them. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Couldn't the grappled demon just, I don't know... Murder the fighter? No, he could attack one round with a -4 penalties to all attacks for average damage of 15 damage, and then the next round he would be pinned, and then be unable to make melee attacks, and have to spend his standard action using escape artist untrained at +3 against the Fighter/Barbarians +7-11. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Also, how are you getting +18 damage from that? Edit: Wielding it two-handed, I would assume. So why not wield a great sword instead? Because people were complaining about a party with 500gp (or a thousand, I can't remember how much extra I gave) more than WBL per person didn't have enough wealth to afford cold iron weapons, so even though a Great sword is objectively better for this, it would be 100gp spent on a backup weapon (A Masterwork Silver Item would probably be main weapon) instead of 30gp. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Edit II: Also, don't grapple provoke attacks of opportunity? Initiating a grapple might provoke and AOO (probably don't have improved grapple) but once grapple has been initiated, that is basically it for the monster, since it has one round either spend it's standard action attempting to escape with a very low success rate. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Edit III: Don't barbarians also only get one rage a day? So that's blowing all their daily resources on one fight. And having a weapon that we had NO IDEA we'd need. (Because we couldn't make knowledge checks in advance.) I gave 2 bonus feats, and Extra Rage exists and is basically mandatory for low level Barbarians. Knowing that it's a good idea to have all 3 of the weapon types that exist and bypass DR is really not a weird thing that only the most learned and historic of character would know. Anyone who has ever walked into a blacksmith saw racks of silver and cold iron and adamantine swords, and surely would have asked why they exist. I certainly wouldn't expect a Prion or DFA or Wizard to have a cold iron weapon, but if someone plans to hit things in the face with a sword on a regular basis, having three weapons seems like the way to go, especially at low levels where you lose almost nothing from switching weapons. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Edit IV: Also, even if some parties can take this thing on just fine, we clearly cannot. I don't think it's too much to ask you look at party composition when creating challenges. It kind of 100% is, since I designed the first 20 encounters before recruiting, which is why I specifically asked for higher op characters, and picked the ones that could accommodate that like, the Prion, Wizard, and Druid (and a Crusader/Bard that in my head was a lot stronger and less every stat at 14ish). Originally Posted by JNA Productions Edit V: Although it is reasonable to say "Not every challenge can be surmounted", there's the slight issue that it's faster than I. So we can't really run away unless it lets us. Which, okay, makes sense? Kinda? But it's not fun. I'd be more concerned about the fact that if you run away the farmstead is overrun with somewhere between "definitely more than one" and "500" of these things when you get back. Since I modified the incubation time from one round to one hour, it will actually stop attacking after it implants everyone (except Finley, because the player withdrew, so I'm killing him first). Originally Posted by JNA Productions Edit VI: This thing can fly faster than we can run, can fly out of our reach, and is capable of making ranged attacks via weapons, as well as effectively pouncing Spring Attacks. The only chance we'll get to grapple this thing is by readying an action, meaning the grapple happens on its turn. Grappling only works if we hit its touch AC, it doesn't hit us with it's AOO, and we succeed on the opposed grapple check; if any of those three things don't happen, it doesn't get grappled. And if it gets grappled, since it's still the creatures turn, it just fulls attacks the grapple for lots of damage and a bunch of fort saves vs Nauseate...which would prevent them from maintaining the grapple on their turn. If this thing is being played optimally, it wouldn't use tactics that come with downsides like 'you can get charged by a power-attacking barbarian' or downsides like 'you get gimped by a grapple-Fighter', because it has options that keep it out of range of both of those dedicated melee guys. It could try spring attacks, but since readied action grapples have the exact same success rate as other grapples, it probably wouldn't. And since it has specific tactics that it uses that are not that, it would not do that. It can't attack with ranged weapons at all, first off, because it does not have them, second because it does not have the requisite appendages to use them, and thirdly because doing so would directly prevent it from accomplishing its actual goal. Originally Posted by JNA Productions The fact remains that the biggest problem we have fighting this thing is that we were given no chance to figure out cold iron weapons were needed nor any IOC indication that we would need them. If you need to be given a list of every monster that you will fight in advance to be able to fight them, then you are in for a world of pain. Spoiler alert, I'm drawing monsters from the MMS, therefore some of them have DR Cold Iron, some of them Silver, and some of them DR/- Also some of them have energy resistance and immunity to everything, mind affecting immunity, are immune to fort saves, and pretty much have every other immunity in the game because those are things monsters have. He's still got a good to hit bonus, and that's a lot of hits. We had no indication we needed cold iron. We were focused on getting items we KNEW would help, rather than things that MIGHT help. Or it could... You know, full attack the fighter, and if the fighter fails a single fortitude save, it can't maintain the grapple. And that's assuming the grapple gets started. Fair enough on the extra rages. Although you never gave any indication that special material weapons were common-they're typically assumed to be rare. Okay-you designed them ahead of time. That doesn't mean they're set in stone. Well, what do you expect us to do! We can't kill this thing! Also, Edit VI appeared to be missed. Nevermind. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Or it could... You know, full attack the fighter, and if the fighter fails a single fortitude save, it can't maintain the grapple. And that's assuming the grapple gets started. The Grapple being Nauseated does not free them of the grapple, it delays their pin for one round, if they hit and the person fails their save. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Fair enough on the extra rages. Although you never gave any indication that special material weapons were common-they're typically assumed to be rare. According to the rules in the DMG, a small or large town has a masterwork version of every single weapon of every material in the universe for sale (non-magic). Multiple copies of each in fact, if you want. The Maximum value of an item is 3000gp, if it costs less than that, you can find it in a large town if you want it. Originally Posted by JNA Productions Also, Edit VI appeared to be missed: I was responding to the post I quoted, I added responses to your most recent edit afterwords. Alright, all the little things aside, here's the main issue: This isn't fun. I understand that you might have planned out a good deal in advance. But fighting a monster that we have basically no chance of beatings not fun. Fighting a monster faster than us isn't fun. And if your only response is "Should done better", I'm not sure if I want to play anymore. I don't think this is very productive, arguing over whether this challenge was "fair". D&D's not required to be fair. The DM can throw whatever demons, dragons, or epic level wizards he wants at us. The only question is what we would do when faced with such a challenge. In this case, we've done a pretty good job of demonstrating we can't substantially harm this thing, so the logical decision would be for our characters to run. If the monster chases us and kills us while we attempt to flee, so be it. If running means a swarm of these things is waiting for whoever goes to the farmstead next, then that's the product of our decision, but it would hardly be any different if we stayed, fought to our last breaths, and died. If we do get away, I don't see any particular motivation to return to flying egg-implanting machine; I'd rather inform the townsfolk of the serious danger nearby, give them a choice what to do about it, and if no one there is capable of helping us handle the threat, then it's probably time to travel to the nearest city and try to rouse more powerful entities into action... especially given Scarlet's knowledge about this thing and its purpose. Armies have been raised for less. As for my character, my stats are optimal given the point buys we were given. Crusaders have just the one dump stat, wisdom, and need to balance the needs of melee with the needs of spell casting. My character has plenty of additional sources of damage beyond his base strength score. Furious Counterstrike gets him +1 to attack and damage if he took damage in the previous round. Knowledge Devotion gets him a minimum of +1 and sometimes +2 or +3, but of course this creature fell into one of the two knowledge categories he had yet to put a point in, because extraplanar opponents are not common foes for level 3 characters. Inspire Courage and Dragon fire Inspiration are also big helps, but since this got a surprise round on us, might have more of its friends nearby, and is resistant to the serious extra damage that DFI puts out, it doesn't help here. The Charging Minotaur maneuver gets him an extra +2d6, but the one round he wanted to use that, Camus stepped in and blocked his charge, so it wasn't an option. Point being, this particular fight has neutered most of my character's optimization, the same way it has done for the rest of the party. If you gave me 18 strength and a cold iron long sword right now, I'm fairly sure we still couldn't kill this creature. Saying that you were expecting the party to have a great sword-wielding barbarian or a dedicated grapple to take this thing on, when you selected no such thing from your entrants, isn't a failure you can lay on the party. It's fine to select the group that you did, it's fine to open with a monster that the selected group can't defeat, but it's not fine to be surprised when the inevitable outcome is that we attempt to run away. Well said, Gab rosin. And yeah, some of that back and forth was... Really unneeded. Sorry for cluttering up the IOC thread. I'll go give myself 30 lashes for that. :P You know, I honestly didn't even think it would be possible for you to derail this plot, but apparently you will. Originally Posted by Beheld You know, I honestly didn't even think it would be possible for you to derail this plot, but apparently you will. Sorry, sticking around and dying so that we can hatch into demons doesn't sound appealing to me. Well, Beheld, the question is this-are you are able to handle us derailing the plot? Because, as PCs, that's what we do. We derail the plot. If you want something where all the characters do what you expect, then you write fantasy. But we're not you-we do our own things. Are you able to roll with the punches, like a good DM should? Originally Posted by JNA Productions Well, Beheld, the question is this-are you are able to handle us derailing the plot? Because, as PCs, that's what we do. We derail the plot. If you want something where all the characters do what you expect, then you write fantasy. But we're not you-we do our own things. Are you able to roll with the punches, like a good DM should? Are you capable of speaking at all without attacking my DMing? I apologize. Could we just continue on with the game? It sure was a busy night. Will read what was said and say something. Okay, I'm done reading. Beheld: **** happens, but we can always clean the mess We were warned and went as prepared as we thought would be enough, but it wasn't. But it's ok. Can I give a suggestion to help us not die? Can one of us puppet the druid for this encounter before his body collapse from the many eggs? That would help. Guys: if you're seeing we are going to be murdered and can't escape, we should at least try, right? Why save your resources when you're facing flying death? Inspiration away! Also... Doesn't the crusader have mountain hammer? If yes, that would be handy. Kamus have little options against this beast: she can turn her open 2nd level slot into something though, but for what I see Magic Missiles is. The only thing she can do for damage. But! Maybe Ray of Clumsiness help? It probably uses dexterity for its attack routine and, well, less AC might help? There is no gain in crying over spilled milk, it was supposes to be a hard game so let's survive this encounter and learn from it, so next time even Camus have some back up plan. Hero has only one level of crusader, so no Mountain Hammer. Charging Minotaur is his best damage-dealing strike. But it's easy enough to run the math and see that even with good luck, we're not going to overcome 45 HP, DR 5, and fast healing 5 with Charging Minotaur once every four rounds. And no one else melees. Originally Posted by Gab rosin Hero has only one level of crusader, so no Mountain Hammer. Charging Minotaur is his best damage-dealing strike. But it's easy enough to run the math and see that even with good luck, we're not going to overcome 45 HP, DR 5, and fast healing 5 with Charging Minotaur once every four rounds. And no one else melees. It doesn't have 45HP FYI. Originally Posted by Beheld It doesn't have 45HP FYI. Fair enough, I was just going by the stats I looked up once we started discussing this thing in depth IOC. Let's assume I go ahead and spend a round starting a normal inspire courage, using Inspirational Boost, Badge of Valor, and my masterwork natural horn to bump it up to +4 to attack and damage. Let's say I land but don't CRT every time I swing. With no Furious Counterstrike (because this thing hitting me has a 50/50 shot of nauseating my attack away), no Knowledge Devotion, and no benefit from maneuvers, I'm getting 1d8+6 damage on it... averages to 11.5. Factor the DR and the fast healing, I'm doing 1.5 damage a round... assuming I never miss, and it never nauseates me with its six attacks per round. I don't know how much HP it has, but if it's more than, say, 5, then I know that I alone will not down this thing in melee before it kills me. With the help of some summons from the druid or another damaging bruiser to take advantage of my inspire courage, maybe. Dragon fire inspiration would certainly get more raw damage output, +4d6 fire damage on each hit, but that only averages to 14, and it's going to resist the first ten, while its DR takes care of most of the 6.5 normal damage I'd be averaging. Scarlet's breath weapon does 3d6, average 11.5, of which it's going to resist the first ten again. Shin's ineffectiveness against the creature was already posted. I don't see a reasonable alternative to running here. Originally Posted by Gab rosin Fair enough, I was just going by the stats I looked up once we started discussing this thing in depth IOC. Let's assume I go ahead and spend a round starting a normal inspire courage, using Inspirational Boost, Badge of Valor, and my masterwork natural horn to bump it up to +4 to attack and damage. Let's say I land but don't CRT every time I swing. With no Furious Counterstrike (because this thing hitting me has a 50/50 shot of nauseating my attack away), no Knowledge Devotion, and no benefit from maneuvers, I'm getting 1d8+6 damage on it... averages to 11.5. Factor the DR and the fast healing, I'm doing 1.5 damage a round... assuming I never miss, and it never nauseates me with its six attacks per round. I don't know how much HP it has, but if it's more than, say, 5, then I know that I alone will not down this thing in melee before it kills me. With the help of some summons from the druid or another damaging bruiser to take advantage of my inspire courage, maybe. Dragon fire inspiration would certainly get more raw damage output, +4d6 fire damage on each hit, but that only averages to 14, and it's going to resist the first ten, while its DR takes care of most of the 6.5 normal damage I'd be averaging. Scarlet's breath weapon does 3d6, average 11.5, of which it's going to resist the first ten again. Shin's ineffectiveness against the creature was already posted. I'm not saying that you have to fight just because it has less than 45HP, but Shin's effectiveness is literally the most effective member of the party. Between the maximum if he hits on all attacks 7 damage per round, a possible Ray of clumsiness to reduce its AC and to hit, Shins average 7.5 Sonic damage per round on a hit with a ranged attack that would probably also trigger Dragon fire Inspiration, and or benefit from Inspire, you are certainly vastly underestimating your potential. But more importantly, the guy running away as fast as he can know that the creature plants eggs in people, and then leaves them alone until they hatch. So I cannot possibly stress enough how weird it is to see the two people the monster won't attack for another hour railing about how impossible this fight is and how you are all going to die, even though there is a zero chance of you dying in the next 59 minutes. Right, so the creature is willing to let us escape after it's put eggs in us, which we know how to remove. That seems like a reasonable outcome to me, since we also know that if we do substantially harm this thing, it can fly away faster than any of us can possibly chase it, so actually killing it dead is not within our capabilities anyway. Okay you win I quit. After you run away from a creature that won't attack you and allow all the eggs to hatch and grubs to grow into a literal army, and go beg the people of the nearest city to save themselves because you are useless, a higher level party will go wipe out the infestation. But since you stopping his plans was the only link I had to the BEG to the rest of the encounters against a level 3 party, and now it makes no sense either for him to instigate those encounters, or to give you the warning which would have helped you figure out what was going on, and since the further attempts against his plan are for higher level characters and/or are single encounters of even higher CR, and therefore are also going to result in your bravely running away to beg higher level characters to solve the problem for you, there is absolutely no reason to use any of the encounters I have prepared. Every single thing I prepared for the next 3 levels is now totally worthless, so this game is over. Sounds like exceptionally poor planning on your part, to have such a flimsy premise to start off your campaign. No offense, but I don't think you're cut out to be a DM. If your idea of a campaign is just a series of escalating difficult combats, you should just advertise it as an arena and be done with it. Originally Posted by Gab rosin Sounds like exceptionally poor planning on your part, to have such a flimsy premise to start off your campaign. No offense, but I don't think you're cut out to be a DM. If your idea of a campaign is just a series of escalating difficult combats, you should just advertise it as an arena and be done with it. I hear Red Hand of Doom works great if you run into the Hobgoblins, and they beat up on you, and then you run away and never come back and tell the people of Bristol there are mean hobgoblins attacking travelers and can they please take care of that for you. Pretty much all campaigns with any semblance of a plot require some introduction of the PCs to the issues in some way, if the PCs reject the concept of getting involved, they all break down. Suit yourself, man. It took half of one encounter before you grew hostile with a group of players who tried very hard to work with you and give you the benefit of the doubt. If your very first encounter was beyond the capabilities of the group YOU hand-selected to be part of your campaign, it's your problem, not ours. You're not entitled to having us fight to our deaths because your plot demands it. Originally Posted by Gab rosin Suit yourself, man. It took half of one encounter before you grew hostile with a group of players who tried very hard to work with you and give you the benefit of the doubt. If your very first encounter was beyond the capabilities of the group YOU hand-selected to be part of your campaign, it's your problem, not ours. You're not entitled to having us fight to our deaths because your plot demands it. Yes, that death that comes from not being attacked for an hour while you could search the farm and stomp out some grubs. Or perhaps the damage that comes from maximum 7HP damage per round. I cry for your inevitable completely unpreventable deaths. Any plan that involves someone NOT running away from the idea of getting eggs injected into them by a demon bug is a bad plan. 7d4. That's average 17.5. And wouldn't it be smart enough to just knock us unconscious? Guarantee the grubs last? Originally Posted by JNA Productions 7d4. That's average 17.5. And wouldn't it be smart enough to just knock us unconscious? Guarantee the grubs last? 1) It is currently enfeebled and does 1d4-3 damage with every attack.2) No, it's not very smart. It's going to use the tactics it is described as using in its description.3) Knocking you unconscious might be a good idea if it knew you were leveled PCs with the ability to get rid of them, and knowledge of what they were, but since so far it has no reason to think you are particularly resourceful, knowledgeable or dangerous, it won't risk that chance of your premature death. 1) It's usually Dexterity based, so... I guess you changed that?2) It's (again, usually) Int 10. That's plenty smart enough to knock people unconscious.3) I've shown I've got knowledge about it, knowing its weakness is cold iron. So unless it can't understand Common, which might be a possibility, it should know we've got some knowledge. Originally Posted by JNA Productions 1) It's usually Dexterity based, so... I guess you changed that? No, damage is usually STR based. Because damage is always strength based. Which is why when it had 10 strength it was attacking for 1d4+0, because it had a +0 modifier. Now that it has 5 strength, it has a -3 modifiers, and like all creatures with a -3 modifiers it now has -3 damage. Originally Posted by JNA Productions 2) It's (again, usually) Int 10. That's plenty smart enough to knock people unconscious. I'm not saying that it is unaware of the unconscious condition, I am saying that given the information in front of it, it has no reason to believe that knocking you unconscious is worth the risk. Originally Posted by JNA Productions 3) I've shown I've got knowledge about it, knowing its weakness is cold iron. So unless it can't understand Common, which might be a possibility, it should know we've got some knowledge. Guessing right between the two types of material DR that exist and are not used on objects is different from being aware that it is laying eggs instead of poisoning you with its injections. This remains unproductive. Doing one damage is roughly the same for this thing as doing 1d4, since you modified it to force a DC 15 save vs. losing your attack action on each hit. I've got a pretty decent +5 Fort save for a third level character, and I'm still going to lose my next action almost half the time each time it hits me... so if it's hitting me 3–4 times a round, I'll keep my action about 10% of the time or less. Beheld, if you cannot see that this fight was never going to end with us killing the solid, I can't help you. You have described a couple of builds that you believe would be well-suited for this challenge, yet you selected us from among the applicants; you cannot claim surprise that we didn't build our characters that way. You listed equipment that would swing the odds in our favor, but you have access to all of our sheets; if you think we needed cold iron to win this fight, then you could have found a way in-character to provide that information, and it would have been our faults at that point for ignoring it. Furthermore, you can see that it has superior speed and movement (flight) to what we have, so it can escape if badly wounded, but you provide only one idea for stopping that, grappling it, which you can see none of our characters are built to succeed at. Furthermore, you apparently hinged your entire plot on the party winning the first encounter when even in a completely balanced fight, the party will sometimes get unlucky, lose, and have to retreat. The single most important skill for a DM is to listen to his/her players and adapt. We tried telling you gently that this was an unreasonable encounter, listing off the reasons, warning you the direction our characters were headed... and all you did was insist that we didn't build our characters well enough to succeed, and we should feel bad about it. If your campaign universe is one in which a hastily-assembled crew of level 3 characters is the only available option for staving off an invasion of demons into the Material Plane, well, I'm glad you've chosen to reveal this now, before we wasted any more of our time there. I know that all of this is likely to fall on deaf ears, but seriously, consider what your players are unanimously telling you. You failed at DMing this campaign, but you can still learn from it and try again. Or you can stubbornly insist that your players were the problem here, and watch this happen to you again and again in the future. Originally Posted by Gab rosin Doing one damage is roughly the same for this thing as doing 1d4, since you modified it to force a DC 15 save vs. losing your attack action on each hit. I didn't modify it to have that ability, I modified it to wait an hour before doing 1d6 damage to you in addition to taking away your action. The monster as written still forces a save against nausea each time it hits you, it just also does 1d6 damage as the grubs burrow out of you the next round. Originally Posted by Gab rosin Beheld, if you cannot see that this fight was never going to end with us killing the solid, I can't help you. You have described a couple of builds that you believe would be well-suited for this challenge, yet you selected us from among the applicants; you cannot claim surprise that we didn't build our characters that way. I can see a way that you could accomplish your goals in this fight, because I specifically modified the monster so that you could still accomplish the goals even if you couldn't kill it. The only surprise for me is your commitment to running away instead of pursuing the other readily available options even though at least one character, the one most committed to running, knows that doing so is going to result in a lot worse. Originally Posted by Gab rosin You listed equipment that would swing the odds in our favor, but you have access to all of our sheets; if you think we needed cold iron to win this fight, then you could have found a way in-character to provide that information, and it would have been our faults at that point for ignoring it. I really did try to explain that I wasn't going to baby you through everything, I don't know why you think that I have to give you, in addition to 1k more gold than WBL, also all the items your character should already have. And I don't know why JNA thinks he should have a list of all encounters two days before each fight so he can plan for them, but I really did try to explain that I wasn't going to do that. I mean, I did modify the monster to give it a zero percent chance of killing you, but you and JNA have basically just taken that as an opportunity to spit in my face by running away instead of using the available free unimpeded time to explore the farmsteads. Originally Posted by Gab rosin You apparently hinged your entire plot on the party winning the first encounter when even in a completely balanced fight, the party will sometimes get unlucky, lose, and have to retreat. Not really, in a completely balanced encounter, you pretty much never lose against CR = party level. In this case, you still, even if you lost, would be able to progress the plot by killing grubs, looking around, and looting, but you steadfastly refuse to do that, so the plot will not be advanced. Originally Posted by Gab rosin If your campaign universe is one in which a hastily-assembled crew of level 3 characters is the only available option for staving off an invasion of demons into the Material Plane, well, I'm glad you've chosen to reveal this now, before we wasted any more of our time there. No, I told you, there are other people who can come in and clean up your mess. But since those other people thwarted the plans, the next days encounters would all be aimed at them, not you, and the next days, which are harder than this one, but could progress the story will just result in you running away again and begging them to save you again. Originally Posted by Gab rosin I know that all of this is likely to fall on deaf ears, but seriously, consider what your players are unanimously telling you. You failed at DMing this campaign, but you can still learn from it and try again. Or you can stubbornly insist that your players were the problem here, and watch this happen to you again and again in the future. Just remember, no level 3 party ever as cheap as **** cold iron weapons, because you will never run into a demon, and if you do run into a Demon, well then just **** talk the DM about how he should learn to not use Demons while refusing to admit that you made a mistake. But yes, I love when three of my players unanimously tell me something. Like I said, deaf ears. I'm done here. IC, all we know is that thing is wrecking us hardcore and we've barely scratched it. We do not know it's going to leave us alone, and in fact, it's stupid to do so, when it really should be knocking us unconscious. Yes Scarlet knows leaving it untouched is dangerous. However, committing suicide to try and help is a lot less helpful than going somewhere safe and getting actual help. And then, since after our knowledge check we know cold iron is needed, we'll stock up on cold iron. (Though Scarlet can't-no decent weapon skills. And my breath weapon has a 1/4 chance of doing damage. Makes me rather useless.) Since this game is apparently done with, I'm going to unfollow the threads and will miss future replies. Beheld, I don't think any of us would complain if you chose to make a post in the Role-playing or 3.5 Forums on this site, explaining the situation and linking to the game threads. You might feel better getting feedback from people who weren't involved. Well, that definitely ruined my night Was thinking on how to proceed during work and when I can post the game's already over. Originally Posted by Chimera Well, that definitely ruined my night Was thinking on how to proceed during work and when I can post the game's already over. *Offers hugs*I'm still around. I really want to play a DFA, so I'll sink with the ship. :P Originally Posted by JNA Productions *Offers hugs* I'm still around. I really want to play a DFA, so I'll sink with the ship. :P Not sure if he would allow for recruit new players and keep the game though.

The Case of Ungra Balan [OC]|rating:2.0

The curse (frostsider and lotm3)

Chad quails took a long deep breath as he waited for the single from the other officer that was there to assist. They both nodded to each other and Chad tossed in a flash grenade letting it go off and stun the assailants. The two officers went in weapons up. "Police, hands on the ground!" Chad barked out before the men dropped to their knees. One took off but was taken down by the other squad who was flanking from the other side. Chad quickly began to cuff the man in front, of him before looking up and seeing the knife on the alter. It was a ceremony knife with a wolf's head as the hilt. It was as if these guys were some kind of cult and had already murdered two girls. Chad wouldquiickly put some gloves on and placed the knife into an evidence bag before checking in with the other officers. Chad was sure his daughter would love to look at the knife. Chad was a single father, and of the age of 36. He was six feet tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. Some of the girls said those cerulean eyes of his were his best feature, and he was sure that was the case. He kept in shape as his job demanded it, and he preferred to be clean-shaven as it looked more professional. His daughter was eighteen and a senior in high school. Most fathers feared the day that their daughters were going to leave or get pregnant. Chad was not one of them. Perhaps it was because she was a tomboy with little feminine features besides her face that most guys avoided her. Sure she was daddy's little girl. Chad loved her greatly, but he had faith she was able to make the right choices. She was a good girl and very smart. She had learned a lot from him. He was now on his way to pick her up from school. Everyone knew her as he was one of their best officers, and she was always around. He could also show her the knife before they get to the station. He had the knife in the bag and he parked up. Furthermore, he would wait for her a moment and smile as people waved to him. Furthermore, he would wave back before once more looking for her in the crowd. Alexa high-fived her friend Matt before she left. Yes he was the hottest guy in school, but she knew he loved Cassie who was head of student council and actually had breasts. Sighing as she walked out of the school Alexa was the fastest on the track team and smartest in her class, but she had the body of a 14 boy. So no girl saw her as a threat and no guy saw her as girl. She was friends with everyone. Waving bye to everyone before seeing her dad. Alexa had her long curly dark auburn hair pulled back into a braid and her blue eyes shined brightly like her dad's. Smiling as she ran up and hugged him, they were close she told him every thing. He never made her feel judged no matter what. "Hey papa how was work?" Taking off her messenger bag and putting in the back before getting in the passenger seat. Track was going to get her a scholarship alone not to mention her grades to anywhere she wanted, but her father knew she would stay close so they could see each other. He does a dangerous job just to keep every one safe. Her own personal hero and she wanted to be a vet, she wanted to be just like him, saving lives. Chad smiled as he hugged his baby girl. Alexa was by no means a woman. Yes she looked like a 14-year-old boy. Yet he cared for her and saw her as his princess regardless. "Well we had a bust earlier today. I seized a knife from one of the cultists and I thought you might like to see it." He said as he got into the car and held up the bag. There was the knife, and it was as if it sensed the girl it had been waiting for centuries. No one knew that this knife was truly cursed and that destiny was about to change these two forever. Alexa was going to be entrusted with a dark power only a couple humans before had been granted. Chad would set the knife in the bag down and nodded. "You can take it out but be careful and wear plastic gloves when you do. There is some in the glove compartment." He said smiling as he pulled away and headed towards the precinct. Tonight was the full moon and soon would be the first blood-red moon in a very long time. It would also be the first blood moon to make a wolf howl and rise from the shadows. "How was school pumpkin?" He asked as he drove over to the precinct. He had the music on so a simple whimper and cut would not be heard. "Cool, knife, huh?" He asked. "It's a one of kind as far as I am certain." He said beaming as he waited for her response. Would she like his surprise, or would she make a face? She did not like him calling her pumpkin. Maybe because she was not treated like a girl at school, but he could not help it. Chad loved his daughter deeply. She was his only reminder of his former wife who passed away during childbirth. Her eyes lit up like fireworks as he said knife and she quickly grabbed the bag. She nodded when he said to use gloves. It wasn't hard to see the wolf head on the hilt and the knife was about 8 inches long and serrated. "Jesus Papa what were they using it for?" She got the gloves out and pulled it out of the bag. Even with the gloves on as she touched the knife, it felt as though her whole body got hit by heat, and she gasped softly as she accidentally cut the tip of her finger. Swearing under her breath she put it back quickly and put the bag next to him. Taking the gloves off and hiding her right hand at her side. "It was great! Pizza for lunch and aced the exam in science." She wiped get blood on the seat. "Yeah it's awesome wish it hadn't been used in a crime because it's definitely a keeper good eye daddy." She didn't like pumpkin in public but when no one else is around she is cool with it. Alexa felt her stomach growl "Hey dad what's for dinner?" She wanted steak he always made the best steak. Chad looks over not noticing the cut on her hand as she his it well. He smiled as she tells him that her day was good and then laughs when she asked him what's for dinner. "I don't know. Maybe take out tonight. Is that ok?" He asked looking over seeing that she is flushed and frowns. "Are you ok? You're not getting sick I hope." He said putting his hand to her head as he pulls up to the precinct. She was a little warmer than he thought she should be but not something. That could endanger her life. He would just have to keep an eye on her tonight. "What would you like to eat Alexei. Anywhere you want to go well get food from. I promise." He said knowing that would make her happy. Already the curse was working its way through her veins. Already the changes were beginning to occur in her body. Her senses would become very acute and heightened soon. She would become warmer than a usual human, which may already be evident. He had no way of knowing that his baby girl was about to become a beast of lust and power. After dropping the knife off and putting his things away he came back out and got in the car smiling. He would then turn to her. "So where to my lady?" He asked her. He was teasing her, but it truly was him being playful. After all he wanted her to feel normal and yet special at the same time. The engine roared to life as he turned the car keys, and he smiled some more. "Anywhere you want to eat I'm game." Alexa felt a warmth running through her body and her father's hand felt so cool against her skin. She laughed as he felt her forehead "Nah I feel great papa really." She smiled and then watched him walk into the station. Turning her head she looked out and realized she could see Matt walking with Cassie down main street which was further than she should be able to make our faces. Blinking she was so focused she didn't notice her father coming back. Laughing she pointed to Lou's burgers down the street, looking over at him with a smile. "I want a cheeseburger papa." She could swear she could smell the meat on the grill from here and hear Lou telling one of the books to hurry his ass up. Alexa wondered what was going on with her. Chad laughed. "Cheeseburger it is." He said before turning the wheel and heading for the drive through. He would order the two of them a burger each, and two soft drinks to go with their meal. Furthermore, he would then pay for the meal and then place the food on her lap. Furthermore, he than drove the two of them home without further delay. Chad would have an early morning ahead of him tomorrow, and he did not want to stay up a great deal tonight. He knew she would, but that was normal as she was more of a night person as far as he knew. Chad would take the food into the kitchen and dole it out for the two of them. "Enjoy pumpkin. Don't stay up too late tonight. You have school tomorrow in the morning and your getting up with me remember." He said smirking before grabbing his sleeping pills and taking THM before sitting in his chair in the living room and began to eat. Once he finished his food, Chad would sigh and sip his bear. He would turn on his music and would smile as he rather enjoyed rock. He looked towards his room and wondered if it was too loud. Then he wondered what she was doing. The back of neck stood on end as he noticed the eerie red light shining through the window. The red moon had risen and was casting its light through and down upon chad. It kind of made him nervous as tonight rumors of the cult they had arrested would be active again. He than checked to make sure his doors were locked. Once he calmed himself he took a deep breath and sat into the chair. His eyes drooped, and he began to go into a deep slumber, unaware of what danger was about to happen. Alexa was almost drooling from how good the freshly grilled meat was. Nodding to her father already stuffing her face and going to her room. Turning on her TV she sat at her desk and watched cartoons, finishing her burger quickly then throwing the trash out. Laying on her queen size bed listening to her favorite station on Pandora. Then the red moon came in through the window, her body tensing and a choked scream came out as Alexa felt like every bone in her body was breaking at the same time. Her eyes burning and face felt like it was being split in two. Rolling off her bed onto the floor as her bones shifted and cracked. Fur the color of fire began to form all over her body as her face elongated into a snout. Her scream becoming a howl as she transformed fully. Her blue eyes now bright gold, and she jumped out the open window to her backyard the woods directly behind them. She howled again trying to find others, but none howled back. So she sniffed the air and began to hunt. Her stomach growled, and she needed to eat soon, or she'd not last in this form. Alexa loved the new power and feeling, she could run So much faster through the woods and in the dark she could clearly make out anything around her. The smell of animals everywhere but for some reason she was being attracted to the smell of human blood. It smelled sweet and evil at the same time, she felt it would be a more justified kill because humans killed most of her kind. Alexa seemed to have knowledge of more than she should, past wars between werewolves and humans. There was a hatred now deep inside her that only the wolf could explain. Following the scent she came upon a homeless man camping in the woods. The fire out she could still smell fire like it was still lit. She stalked forward slowly to the tent curling her lip back at the smell of booze and filth she ripped the tent open and tore into the man before he even woke. The wolf telling her to go for throat first to silence him and then for the different areas with the most meat. With her belly full she ran back home the smell of her scent most concentrated. As she got to the back of the house her body began to crack and shift again. The pain more bearable and as the fur slowly feel away coating the areas around her as she got to the back door. Her brain still being run by the wolf Alexa was surprised she looked to almost be sporting b cups now. Her hips even looked more curvy, turning to the side she saw her ass even got a little more firm. Alexa smiled and even that looked more wolfish, the gold in her eyes slowly fading till must a golden ring around the iris and the rest back to her brilliant blue. Walking into the house she stretched her naked body raising one arm up and leaning back till she heard the satisfying crack. She could smell the air fresher plug in from her room already from downstairs in the kitchen. But the most overwhelming smell would be the heated masculine scent coming from her father's room. Alexa screamed no at the wolf, but it ignored her licking her lips as she forced Alexa to walk to her father's room. Opening the door silently before slipping up to his large bed seeing his sleeping form. Alexa knew this was wrong, but the wolf was stronger, and she saw this man as her alpha not her father. Sliding into the bed and up his body she stopped with her face at his already hard cock pushing the sheet away. Alexa couldn't believe how big her dad was, blushing she hesitated and the wolf inside her growled to continue. We need a mate young one. You know you love him most take him. But he's my father this is wrong. Yet she couldn't stop herself as she leaned down and licked the tip it was her first time, but she knew how to please a man from watching porn and books. Swirling her tongue around the tip then licking her way down letting her hot wet mouth take in his cock as she got it ready. The wolf telling her to get on top of him, not caring its Alexa's first time. She let the wolf be in control because Alexa couldn't handle the fact her first would be her father. Trying to shut her self out and not love the feel of his chest under her hands or the feel of his cock slowly stretching out her tiny virgin hole. Throwing her head back as she sat down fully on it the head breaching her barrier making her whimper before using her knees to slowly rock back and forth. The feeling of him inside her was making her pussy tightening, and she began to pant and moan as she felt her sweet honey drip down his cock. Alexa accidentally moaned his name she didn't notice, but hopefully he didn't work. Chad was completely out when she began to change nor did he hear the wold howl out nearby. When she returned however that's when he began to dream about ang with someone, who's face he could not see. It was like a typical date at a bar except she was wearing a hoodie. She was very attractive from her waist down as far as he could tell, having a very ample ass with long legs held together with jeans. The jeans were low cut and showed a little of her waist and the top of her cheeks but not her ass crack. He was flirting with her, having had a few beers, and she was laughing up a storm. Things seemed normal as they would in the real world. Chad was having a good time with someone he must have known from work though he could not tell from the body type who it was.Then as if he meant to, being a dream Chad had little control, he cupped her breasts which were full and filled his hands. She was giggling and moaning, yet no one around them seemed to care. This fueled his ambitions, and she reached back to cup his bulge. At this time he slightly moved, not knowing that his own daughter was now tasting his cock in real life. He moaned aloud and settled down, not breaking his deep slumber. He was reacting well though to her touch. The scene being played out in his dream continued. He had taken this girl home, and was now kissing her neck while her breasts were being played with by his hands.These girls nipples were so hard through the fabric of her top, the top being very thin. Still he could not see her face as for whatever reason the hood top kept her from looking right at him. Her hands were unbuckling her jeans, and soon they fell to the floor revealing a black thong that barely covered her clit and rode up her pussy slit to give her a bit of a camel toe. Her ass looked amazing and Chad lost it. His hands let go of her breasts and roamed down to those ass cheeks. She kept her back to him and her hands went to his crotch massaging him through his jeans more. While he thought he was being pleasured in the dream, Alexa was riding him in the real world, making him even harder and moaning out. His eyes remained closed though. His dream continued in his mind. He had this girl bent over the table, and he was ramming into her with everything he had. His eyes were full of passion and need to fill this wench with his seed. Never before in a very long time had he wanted to fuck a girl until this moment. As he came in the dream, so did he inside Alexei. Then the dream turned upside down. As he came into the mystery girl, she turned and faced him for the first time. It was Alexa but with golden eyes. She bit her lip and kissed him. Chad's eyes were wide with shock, and yet he kissed her in turn and could not stop pounding more of his seed into her. He moaned aloud to Alexa her name as he continued to dream. His body was sweaty, and it was clear to Alexa now he was dreaming of her. The air seemed to crackle with the energy of course, sealing her father as her one and only alpha. No other could breed or even interest her. The wolf saw Chad as a great alpha, but Alexa was horrified. She was full of her own father's cum loving the way he gripped her soft hips and making her hips move faster and harder. She had orgasmed when he moaned her name cumming deep inside her. The wolf pushed her off the sleeping man going to her own bed and passing out. When her alarm did go off Alexa woke up feeling amazing. She got up putting on her jeans which fit differently. Looking in the mirror Alexa almost dropped. First thing she grew breasts overnight touching them just to make sure they were there. Small but full and perky looking to be almost b cup. Then she noticed she had a small but firm ass hugged tight in her jeans which rode low to show off the new curve of her hips. Alexa put on a bra she bought last summer but had given up hope of ever wearing. Black with splashes of purple and turquoise and clasped in the front. Putting on a black tunic shirt that hugged her body tightly showing off her new curves, and she wore the crescent moon pendant that was her mother's. Going downstairs she started the coffee and made them both lunches. No memory of last night she was smiling dancing around the kitchen as she felt like her body was full of energy. Chad would wake up and stretch. He had no memory of last night save the dream. It worried that he had been dreaming about his daughter in a sexual way. He shook his head and stretched again. It felt good for the first time in a while. Like he was a new man. Every muscle felt good, and he could breathe better than he had in a while. Whatever it was it changed chad and how he feet. Whether it was great sleep, or he popped something while he slept, it felt perfect. Chad would take a shower ad put on a tank shirt and shorts before heading down to see what had his daughter so happy and in a good mood. As he rounded the corner he saw her and what he saw made him do a double take. Did his daughter have breasts? And her ass was more womanly than bony like before. It was like a whole different person standing before him. He shook his head again and slowly walked over to her. "Good morning Alexei. Did you sleep ok?" He asked her as he tilted his head wondering if what he was seeing was a dream again. Perhaps be did not want to wake up. Still chad could not be thinking thoughts like that. He was a cop and a man of the law. It would be incest to touch his own daughter like that. So for now he would have to bare with it and keep moving forward. Alexa felt like she had the energy to run miles and miles, and she honestly didn't want to go to school but knew her father would make her. Smiling up at her dad he would notice her full lips and the now gold color around her pupil. They both could feel the change in her, but Alexa didn't feel different. Kissing his cheek she gave him his lunch. "I slept great I'll see you after work. Don't worry about picking me up just her me the stuff to make meat loaf please." She was ready to get the school day over with. She wanted to run after school. He nodded before putting the meat on the counter for her and kissing her cheek. "Ok sounds good honey." I say before going and getting dressed before heading out and trusting you to go to school. After all you're my still my daughter and you know that you will do as I asked which was go to school. When I return home that night I look worried. There was a killing of a homeless dude in the woods, and it looked to be an animal attack, but the attack was something larger than anything I could imagine so what the hell was doing this? I have no idea and I notice that your still not home. I assume you must be off doing something important school wise or you maid a detour running. This worries me further as you are alone and whatever is killing people is still out there. The father in me worries and the cop in me wants to call your cell to make sure you are still ok. I call over and see if you pick up wondering if you are truly ok and why you suddenly would want to run anyway. You never seemed the type to want to be jogging home? You usually wanted to see what cool things were at the precinct. It was odd to say the least. Today had been odd for Alexa that's for sure. Suddenly some girls were no longer wanting to talk to her and a lot of guys did. What was even more odd is Alexa didn't care, even when Matt pulled her by the arm into a hug just because he wanted her close to him. Alexa had laughed shoving him off and saying he was being stupid. Cassie having seen the whole thing broke up with Matt. Alexa didn't seem interested at all in drama of humans ignoring everyone as the teacher spoke. She was more focused than she'd ever been and was complimented by almost every teacher which they also seemed to notice her body. In gym, she made even the coach look back. Running laps with ease, doing 300 push-ups and doing crunches while hanging upside down from the bars. Alexa was changed into her gym clothes, black tank top that cut off right below her belly button, and you could see her whole flat now curvy waist before her red short shorts started. Her now perky ass on display and even her legs looked more toned. As she started to jog home after school, the wolf woke up pushing Alexa further wanting her to go all out. She began to move without thought going much quicker than she should be able to and dodging fallen trees and large rocks with ease. Her movements fluid and more graceful than she'd ever been. Rounding the corner she jumped down from the side of the cliff side to the backyard her phone rang. Not thinking anything of it she dropped her bag at the smell of her dad. Again that conflicting feeling, what the hell is wrong with me? The young werewolf looking torn as she kept pacing back and forth her body conflicting with her mind. Standing straight she took a deep breath. He's my dad I'm fine. Though her hand shook when she pulled the sliding door open. "Papa?" Her voice more sultry than she meant it to be. Stepping inside as she wondered if he wasn't home. Chad heard her and came rushing to her and hugging her. "I was worried. There's a murderer out there so from here on out you need to stay close." He said softly feeling her breasts against his chest. He kept her close and kissing her forehead. "Promise me you'll stay close and don't scare me like that again." He said as he stared into her eyes. He would turn and put a plate of chicken and potatoes in front of her that he prepared for her. Furthermore, he would make sure she enjoyed being around him." If you want to jog we can jog together here on out. I do not want you alone until we catch this freak." Chad added. He would sit down, and she would see that he had been drinking just a little bit. But no one could blame him. That man they found was mutilated beyond belief and with the scare of her being late really put him in a nervous place to be. Chad had never been in that like this, and he was glad he was a good father. This was a sign of that and that he cared for her like any father should. "If you see anything or hear anything you tell me." He said looking at her. He knew she would probably again go eat alone in her room, but the thing he did not know was she was the killer.or rather the beast that ate that man. As her father hugged her, Alexa's wolf made her melt against him taking the embrace. When he kissed her forehead Alexa suppressed the growl that wanted to come out. Taking in his scent her eyes almost turned gold, and she felt a pull deep inside her. She nodded unable to speak as she willed herself to stay in control. Then he showed her food and her tense body relaxed, her eyes going back to the normal blue. Surprising her dad most likely by sitting in the den with him pulling up a chair right next to him. Both the wolf and Alexa didn't want to be away from her father. They were slowly becoming one and the only part that worried her was the wolf's need for her mate. Even now she was flashing images of riding her father's cock through her mind to try and entice her. Alexa snapped her thoughts back to the food and ate slowly. Her father mentioned a murder and the wolf inside her laughed. If only he knew how close the beast was. She put her hand on his making him look in her eyes. "You're going to catch this person daddy and I promise not to scare you again. I love you and just want you to be happy again." She finished eating telling him about Matt and how awesome she did in class. Trying not to notice how good he smelled or wanting to be slid into his lap and ride him like the wolf made it seem. The air around them seeming to grow heated, but she kept her self from touching him inappropriately. Washing the dishes and cleaning up she told her father to go lay down he looked so defeated today. Alexa went upstairs unaware of how fun tonight would really get. Chad was surprised but ate with her. They had not bonded in this way in a long time. It was good to see. When she was done she told him Togo lay down and Chad thought it would be a good idea. He slowly did as asked and tried to relax. So he did the only he could think of that would soothe him and that was got his headphones on and listen to some music which helped him relax. This did help a little and his eyes began to close though he was not going to sleep. Rather he was relaxing though she might think he was sleeping now. His thoughts drifted to the man and for a second he ran the case over in his head. But his mind did not stay there for long. Hell he was not sure why it happened, but he felt his thought go to his daughter Alexei. He could not remember when she grew breasts or why lately she looked so damn good. Perhaps it was because he had not been with anyone else in a while. Perhaps it was his job. Whatever the case chad wanted to see his daughter again. He did not care if it was wrong. He just felt that he needed her around him. It made him feel less lonely in this world that was so cruel to guys like him. He opened his eyes and sat up thinking of her again. Was she asleep? As soon as her father laid down Alexa knew she couldn't keep her promise. The wolf demanding her time as the full moon came out again. Letting out a howl as her father was deafened by the headphones. She luckily was outside this time taking out the garbage. Her gym clothes ripped to shreds as the change came almost without pain. The wolf licking her jowls before jumping from side to side till she was at the top of the ridge above her home. Going deep into the forest as the wolf demanding substance. They're all killers your father is confused. No he's right he's always taught me killing is wrong. Alexa you eat murder animals all day stop seeing at as different things because it's not. Alexa couldn't argue, and she honestly didn't want to. Happening upon the teen in the woods with his gun looking for an animal to kill. He wore black clothing and was scared of what was in the forest. Alexa recognized the scent as one of her classmates. He smelled evil hands washed in the blood of animals. Baring her white teeth as she came up behind him Alexa decided to not be so quick with this one. She slammed him forward the gun flying out of his hand. He screamed and both the wolf and Alexa loved the sound of his heart beating out of his chest and the smell of his blood. Snarling before she pounced on him this time his chest caving in from the force. He died instantly and Alexa dove into her meal. Not much of one since he wasn't fully grown, but she ate most of it. Alexa rinsed off in the river near her, not wanting to be covered in blood when she went home. Realizing she had just murder someone she used to laugh with and not feel bad made Alexa wonder how she could hate them so much now. Then the images of war flashed through her mind and she. Couldn't help but give into the wolf's cause. Making her way back home she felt a sudden pull at her heart, Alpha. He needed her, she sped back home shifting midair as she dropped to land in the soft grass back in her human form soaking wet and naked. Her hair seemed longer and curly almost. Alexa's jaw dropped as she had to grope her breasts to believe it. She was a large C cup at least and her ass was plump almost begging to be dropped and her eyes had golden flecks now through the blue like thunder underwater. Stepping inside the house she silently got dressed in the laundry room in another pair of now very tight short shorts and a sports bra that looked like might bust. Yeah, she'd have to go shopping now. Alexa thanked the wolf for the gift of femininity. She looked as gorgeous as her mother now and that made Alexa feel amazing. Walking up the stairs she walked into her room and gasped to see her father sitting on her bed and fuck he was pissed. She stopped frozen with the padded brush going back through her soaked hair. "Hi daddy." She tried not to smile a wolfish grin, but it seemed to happen anyway. Chad quickly got UO and headed to check up on her. He walked into the room and to his surprise she was gone. He began to panic. Furthermore, he looked to the window and noticed that it was open. His daughter never broke the rules. Not like this anyway. Chad gripped his hands into fists. He would sit down on her bed and check her phone which she left. He had not realised that she did the trash and assumed that she just got out via her window. Furthermore, he would look around for answers. She had never been a rebel like this before. It was not until she had her body change. He would think long and hard about what she was doing that she had to sneak out like this. It would not be too long before she would answer. When she came in he almost looked at her in disbelief. Her tits seemed so much bigger and her bra barely held her chest. Her ass was much fuller and jiggles as she walked. She looked toned too. She was so fucking sexy. Yet he could not linger on this. "Where were you?" He demands of her. Chad looked her in the eye. "And why are you wet?" He asked not letting her know he was looking at her tits every now and then. But it is his bulging erection would tell her all she needed to know. He wanted her, but he was conflicted with his morals as a father and an officer. Still she was hot. Alexa flinched from him as he yelled, but the wolf could tell Daddy liked his daughters body. Wanting to see if he would respond as an alpha she tried to get Alexa not to back down. "I'm sorry I just wanted to run, and I went for a swim. I was right outside Daddy stop freaking out!" Alexa couldn't believe she just spoke like that to him and immediately felt guilty. The wolf however wanted to see if Chad would let his blossoming new bitch speak to him like that. Alexa knew her had a temper when pushed she warned the wolf, but it only seemed to excite her. Not noticing her father's reaction to her new body she stepped forward UN afraid. "I really didn't mean to worry you I should have woken you up." Her body responding to the closeness of his like she did last night. Recognizing him as her mate and wanting to pleasure him, but Alexa didn't understand those feelings. Chad eyes glared as his daughter talked back, and he pulled her to him and bent her over his lap. Smack! His hand collided with her ass cheek. "You know better than to talk back to me Alexei. I am your father!" He could feel his temper rising before his eyes went wide as he realised she was not wearing anything underneath. "Alexa what the hell?! You are to get dressed this instant. I will not have my own daughter dressed like a whore!" He barked, but his hand remained on her ass, and it confused why he was suddenly hardening underneath her. Was he turned on by his daughter's flesh? That was bad if that was the case right? Hell even her top was too small and threatened to burst. Was Alexei always that big in the chest? He could not remember and for whatever reason he spanked her again though this time softer. His eyes glued to her body and he licked his lips. "Tell me you did not go swim naked when you know there is a killer on the loose. Plus I know you weren't swimming in our pool, so where were you? Were you with a boy Alexei?" He asked trying to calm himself. It was becoming harder and harder by the second. His finger slipped in between her cheeks, and he could tell she was wet. Was she fucking someone? Her father was fast even the wolf was surprised letting out a yelp as she was suddenly bent over and spanked. Alexa almost shuddered her body needing his touch, and she arched her back bringing her knees-up and her ass higher. Alexa no longer wanted to be in control she wanted what the wolf offered. Freedom, happiness, and strength. Her blue and gold eyes looking back at him over the curly dark red hair. When he called her a whore she smiled and could feel his cock start to get hard against her breasts. So he couldn't fight it either, good. When his hand felt her wetness she blushed but didn't tell him to stop. Instead, her ass seemed to push back against his hand showing him she wanted his touch. "No I don't want any of the boys. I went for a run and then a quick swim to cool off. I just couldn't stop thinking..." Alexa decided she would give into this. If her wolf said it was a good idea she'd listen, so far she was usually right. Grinding her pussy against his hand as she pressed her face to the bed with her eyes on his she let out a soft moan. Alexa didn't worry about him rejecting her because her wolf knew he wanted her too much. Soon he would always need to be inside her, they would both feel the strong pull between them and be unable to fight it. He heard the moan and felt her wetness. So she was acting further like a whore, huh? "If you're going to act like a whore and dress like a whore than you'll be treated like a whore." Chad stated surprising himself as he pulled down her bottoms revealing her wet pussy. He forced two fingers inside of her and smiled. So be was a virgin still, that was good. Chad heart was racing. What was he doing? He was fingering his own daughter. He pressed his thumb to her clit as he began to pump his fingers into the young girl fast and then stopping as if torturing the poor girl. His cock was bulging now, and he wanted to fuck. He wanted to break this girls pussy before another man could. Chad shook his head. He could. Not be thinking like that. He was her father. Still here he was fingering her pussy and making her wet as can be, and he was enjoying it. He spanks her ass again with his other hand. "Tell me Alexei do you like your father playing with your pussy? Do you want something thicker than his fingers?" He asked her as he began to pump again, going fast and making her pussy make wet sloppy sounds while his knuckles, slapped against her pussy lips. "Answer me." The wolf let out a low growl angered that he kept calling her a whore when she only wanted him. Alexa though was lost in the feeling of her father's fingers deep in her tight pussy. Gripping the bed and keeping her eyes on his as she kept her ass high for him. Letting out a moan as he rubbed her clit and fingered her. She shouldn't love this so much but after mating with him her body only responded to him. Got wet for him, needed him inside her. She let out an involuntary whine as he stopped moving his fingers. Her muscles clenching as she shook with the effort to not grind against his hand. As Chad spoke she blushed and nodded while she moaned loudly loving the way he stretched her out for him. Looking up at him, she bit her lower lip. "I love the way you play with my pussy Daddy I need to feel your big cock inside me. I need you to be my first please". Pressing her new large breasts against his throbbing hard cock her senses going mad making her want to suck his cock. Alexa was beginning to need him just as much as the blood and all she wanted was to pleasure her alpha. Chad smiled as his baby girl was reacting to his fingers. Still he knew he could not fuck her tonight. No matter how much she begged he was not ready to be that to her. Not yet anyway. "You know we cannot fuck Alexei. It would be wrong for father and daughter to share a bed and for me to fuck you." He said as he ground his fingers again into her pussy and noticed her hymen was broken. His mind went back to that dream he had, and he moaned as he FET her breasts against him. "I'll make you cum my lovely Alexei, but that is all. We must not go much farther." He said moaning as he sped his fingers up and reached over with his other hand to gripe her breast. It felt so much fuller than before. Was she just imagining that? "As much as you have tempted me, I am not so much tempted to have sex with my own daughter." Chad would regret those words as he opened the door for her to try harder to seduce him later. He could feel her pussy clenching up on his fingers and he wondered how much would it take to put her over the edge. Chad would enjoy finding out for sure. "Such a bad girl Alexei. You're all wet for your father. Did you pop your hymen?" He asked curious. She did say she wanted him as her first and not realizing she took him as her first the night before. It would seem Chad would always see Alexa as his baby girl even if she was now his mate. His strength attracting the wolf as he told her he couldn't be tempted into fucking his own daughter. She kept her pussy tight around his fingers and even as he told her he wouldn't fuck her he was still pushing her to orgasm on his fingers. Her scent would call him to taste and fuck her, claim her. Blushing as he made her so wet she could hear his fingers move in and out of her. Gripping the comforter as she let out a loud long moan her pussy gushing sweet honey all over his hand. Panting she put her face against his hard cock feeling it throb under his pants. Her mouth watering wanting to know the taste. "No I've never put anything inside me Daddy. I want to make you cum like you did me. Please let me use my mouth." She looked up with her blue eyes full of lust not ready to let him go yet. He could not deny he was tempted, but he knew better than to cross that line, or he might not stop himself from sing her pussy as a breeding tool. Her clscent was intoxicating to him and the more he inhaled it the tougher it was to. Say no. Still he had some will power left to say what needed to be said. He spanked her ass hard on both her ass cheeks, and he reveled the red marks he left. "No Alexei your going to get ready for bed. Then your going to sleep and be up early tomorrow for your punishment. Seeing as your going to earn back my trust." He said as tomorrow was luckily a weekend, and he could have her clean the house to make up for her little stunt she pulled. Alexa was still his daughter and what she did was bad enough. Chad push her off and got up towering over the girl." Remember I am still in charge in this house. So do as I say and the punishment won't become worse." He said before turning and as he left he stopped, looked back and smiled. "Love you truly Alexei." He said as he closed the door behind hm. He would than head to bed. His dreams were of her, and he could not deny he worried he was going to fall and fuck her soon. The next morning chad found himself up at eight o clock. He worked weekdays and not weekends, but he was on call kph needed. He would shower and then dress before opening her door to check on her. "Alexa?" He called to her softly. Alexa whined again but didn't argue she liked when he spanked her so she just laid on her side and stared out the window at the moon. Alexa felt the wolf becoming more intertwined with her soul, fusing and becoming one. It would make Alexa less likely to deal with bull shit and more violent when pushed. Still his sweet little girl at times but with her new womanly figure came also needs and moods. In the morning she didn't want to wake up so when her father said her name Alexa threw her pillow quicker than they both expected and with enough force to shut her door in his face. Still in and out of sleep she wouldn't exactly remember throwing the pillow is telling him no in a sleepy tone. Chad blinked for a moment before opening the door making sure he was in the line of fire before slowly making his way to her bed. She slept so peacefully at times but he knew he had to have a firm hand and be a proper father to her. He gripped her blanket and flung it off of her. "Alexa it's time to wake up pumpkin." He said trying to still be nice without making her angry. Walking this tight rope was proving to be difficult. Chad looked her over before crossing his arms. "You would like to eat before cleaning the house right Alexei?" He asked making it clear she had a choice. She could sleep five more minutes, or she could eat her breakfast he would be making for her. He was sure she would choose food as working on an empty stomach sucked. His eyes did travel over her body, and he remembered how womanly she was the previous night. He wondered if she was going to be like that all the time. He worried he may not be able to control himself. His will power l ready waning at the edges. He counted to twenty in his head before one last time speaking clearly. "Either five more minutes of sleep and no breakfast before work or food now and you get up. Your choice my lovely daughter." Chad stated as he watched her from his position. Alexa growled softly and stretched out her breasts standing at high attention on her chest whereas before nothing had been there. Her now plump ass still uncovered and her shaved pussy on full display. She turned to look up at him smiling before swinging her legs over to sit up. "Okay, okay dad sheesh let me get dressed, so I can." Although it would seem his daughter was fine being naked not even blushing. The wolf wanted to jump him take his cock for breakfast. Alexa had decided the best way to get her father to claim her and make her his sex toy was to piss him off and make him punish her. He would lose control and shove his thick cock in her if she just had patience. Reaching out she ran her hand down his thigh dangerously close to his cock looking him in the eye begging him to fuck her mouth before pushing him back. " Go please." She stood up walking to her closet seeming to dismiss him with her lush ass in display. Maybe Alexa would flirt with one of the boys, her new plan making her smile devilishly. Chad eyes drunk all of her in. She was naked and so tempting, and she was shaven. That was more shocking than anything else. As he moved to go make breakfast he took one last look. "Don't be too long. And you'll be starting at the pool so don't wear too much that you over heat." He said warning her. "I'll have breakfast made in a moment." He said heading own and cooking scrambled eggs. He also prepared sausages and OJ for the two of them. Furthermore, he would put the plates on the table and wonder just what kind of things she was thinking of when she smirked. She thought he was not going to notice that, and he would have to be very careful around her. Maybe she was going to try his patience and the more he thought about it the more he wondered what brought this sudden change. It was like she was suddenly rebellious out of the blue. Was she because she grew breasts all of a sudden? Chad had to be even more careful as he turned the radio on for news. That's when he heard about the second body. He would check his phone and saw a few texts updating him. It was a boy at her school. "I don't think I want her to know." He said to hims l f afraid it might hurt her. He did not want that at all. Alexa loved the way her body turned her father on, she wanted to dress slutty just to get him to look at her more. In her eyes he wanted her to when he told her to not over dress. Seeing the sunny day she decided to where the swimsuit her friend Tammy gave her as a joke. It was just black, but the cup size fit her perfectly pushing them together as she tied the neck part. Then the bottoms just a black pair of bikini bottoms with a red pair of kiss lips on the left ass cheek. Coming down just as her father spoke her heightened sense of hearing picking up perfectly what he learned. Slightly cursing her self but trying to act like she had no idea as she wrapped her arms around his waist putting her cheek against his back she listened to his quickening heartbeat. "Tell me what Papa?" She could almost applaud herself for the act of innocence. The smell of food made her stomach growl so she sat down and began to eat while she waited for him to lie to her. Chad almost nearly jumped when he turned to see her. His heart almost stopped than. Was that what she was wearing? When did she get a bikini like that? He cleared his throat. "That today might actually be slow. So your stuck with me pumpkin until further notice." He said trying his best to lie to her and not upset her. "Pumpkin is that really appropriate? I mean I can almost make your nipples the fabric is kinda flimsy." He said hoping that would make her change. He was again thinking about bending her over and plowing into her tight snatch and breeding her like a good little slut for her father. His heart was racing. He would sit down and begin to eat himself before he noticed that he was staring at her breasts a little too much. "So your too clean your pool for the stunt you pulled last night as well as cleaning your room and the guest bedroom. Then and onliest than can you see your friends. Sound fair?" He asked challenging her to back talk him now. He was almost tempted and hoping her to try so he would have a reason to finger again. Was he a perv for thinking that way though? Perhaps this was truly who he was. "And baby make sure you keep your goodies covered. The boys next door are out and I don't want the neighbors talking." He added. Alexa could see the hungry look in his eye as he saw the new bikini. Giggling she ate her breakfast and rolled her eyes as he told her the punishment for today. Once she was allowed to leave Alexa was going to let her wolf out for the first time during the day. She was itching to run past society into the deep woods where she prayed no one would be so the wolf couldn't satisfy her bloodlust. The bodies were piling up around her father, and he couldn't handle the stress, but the wolf didn't care the humans deserved it. She ate about half the meal before stopping to look over at her dad while she drank some of her orange juice. "You know Dad I think I might just clean the house naked you're right I shouldn't wear this." her fingers quickly undoing the tie behind her neck. Her large breasts spilling out almost on to the table before she stuck another piece of sausage in her mouth with a challenging look in her eye. Come on daddy punish me. He raised an eyebrow and the next words he let fly he would regret. "Your right why bother wearing clothes. The bottoms too Alexei." He said as demanded her to strip naked. He wondered what had gotten into him. "Do you want me to continue your punishment? Huh, Alexei?!" He demanded raising his voice and threatening to do just that and put her in her place. He felt in charge like she was one who followed his orders. That power made him feel stronger. "Perhaps you want to be spanked too?" He suggested getting up and his bulge jutted out and tented. He did not care if she saw though. Furthermore, he walked over to her and raised her chin by his finger." Alexa I don't know what has gotten into you, but I dare you to keep going. I am more than happy of showing you that I am the master of this house and while you live here you will does I say." He said warning her. He was riled up, and the words just flowed off his tongue. Furthermore, he was actually challenging her more so than before. "Go on and take them off Alexei. You wanted to show off your body, now you can. To the whole world." He said simply as he stared into her eyes. He had the look of an alpha. His muscles bulged, and his tent nearly pressed into her cheek. He was not in the caring mood though. Everything fatherly was in the back of his mind. Her scent was brining a more animalistic feel to him. Her back straightened she realised she had gotten what she wanted, but it wouldn't be on her terms now. She almost shrank back as he got in her face, but her wolf made her stand her ground almost curling her lip in response. Fuck yes she wanted to be spanked and fucked hard by that big cock causing a large tent in his pants. She pressed her cheek to his cock as he spoke moving her face against him. Then she looked up and leaned back, so her back was flat against the seat of the chair. Bringing her legs straight up to show off her ass then slowly pulled the bottoms off with her wet pussy on display as well as the cheeks of her ass. Turning over to raise her ass up and bend over the chair her dark red hair falling over her shoulder as she looked back at him. "Please punish me Daddy." She moaned softly looking back at him begging him to stick his fat cock in her tight dripping pussy. He smiled as he looked over her pussy and grips her ass. "Yes you are quite the little slut being all wet for your daddy like that." He said as he slowly begins to drop his bottoms and unleashing his monster of a cock. "You truly want to be bred don't you Alexei?" He asked as he slowly slips his cock between her thighs, so his cock was rubbing against her slit but not going into it. "Your not quite there yet if you want me pounding your tight little snatch. Tell me Alexa what would you do to get me to take this for my own personal pleasure?" He asked as he began to rub himself along her slit. He was going to torture her by pleasuring her but never actually fucking her. Of course his mind was in a haze, and he was not thinking very clearly. Still it felt quite amazing to be doing this against her little pussy. She was a virgin right? Would she really want him as her first lover? What about other boys? This was going to be her punishment. "You want me to fuck this little pussy, but I might just use your ass instead. How about it Alexa? Are you a butt slut?" He asked teasing her and yanking her hair so she was forced to look into his eyes. "Do you want me to mold my shape into your tight back door? Answer me Alexa." He demanded teasing her some more. Why wouldn't he fuck her pussy is her only thought as he makes her moan from just rubbing his cock against the folds of her pussy. Dripping sweet honey all over his fat tip while she tried to back her hips against his to take even just the tip, but then he was yanking her head back demanding an answer. The way he palmed and looked at her tight ass made her always wonder how it would feel to have his cock in there. She blushed and looked up at him with a worried look, but she trusted her father. If this got her closer to taking his large cock in her pussy then she would. Raising her ass high in the air as she looked at him almost car like. "I'll do anything to be bred by you Daddy please fuck my tight little ass and stretch me out to only fit you." Looking down at his cock she whimpered hoping at the least he would give her a courtesy spit before trying to shove that in her virgin ass. Chad smirked as he slowly spanked her ass with his cock. "I'll do just that. Once I claim this ass it's mine and no one else." He declared. He was not sure why he said that. Hell he worried he was opening up a can of worms, a Pandora's box if you will. He slowly grabbed some lube from a cabinet and walked back. "Grip your cheeks and spread them. Keep them spread." He commanded as he slowly began to lube his cock with the liquid and then coated his fingers with it as well. He than began to force his fingers into her ass, not going slow and showing her he was eager to simply use her ass. This was not love Perseid. No, this was him declaring to her that he was going to use her holes for his own pleasure. He pulls her back, so her back was to his front as he fingered her ass roughly. He leans in and kisses her neck. Furthermore, he knew this was what she wanted right? She was begging him to use her. Soon he would not be able to stop and he would not care. "Hamm such a slutty body you have Alexei. I love this body. If only you could make it more slutty for my pleasure." He said as her scent was driving him mad. He would slip his fingers out before pressing his cock to her ass. "Breathe in deeply." He said into her ear teasing her. He hoped this was driving her mad with need. Furthermore, he wanted that a lot. Alexa's wolf was so happy to hear to declare of possession that she almost growled but holding it back as she did as he. Ordered spreading her ass for him, she looked back to see how shapely her ass had gotten. Fuck she looked like she did squat all day. The way he forced his fingers in made her bare her teeth and look away, but she didn't clench, trying her best to stay calm as she took slow breaths. Fuck it felt so good, and she couldn't help but moan softly when the first initial pain sided. He was making sure she knew this was for him not her, but he would find that anything that made him happy turned her on. Nipples puckered and sensitive from being rubbed against the chair while her pussy was dripping into the hardwood. Leaning back she gripped the table to keep her self steady he made her growl with frustration and even grind back against his cock with need. Taking a deep breath when he told her to she wished she was more bent over for this but feeling his heartbeat against her skin helped her to relax against him. Alexa needed to feel him deep inside her. Chad smiled as he slowly spanked her ass with his cock. He than slipped his fingers out before pressing his head against her puckering needy asshole. "Time to become a woman back here my pet." He says as he slowly begins to push his way into your ass knowing it will be tight and will need stretching before he can start ramming into her tight ass without caring. He wanted to feel that ass gripping his cock like it was life itself. Still he had to make sure her ass was trained first. "Take deep breaths Alexei. This is going to be a tight fit. But I swear once your ass is loose and well-trained your going to love getting your ass plowed by me daily." He said gripping her breast as he pushed in again, trying to get his head in and with a pop it went in. Though he had to admit her asshole was like a vice and was trying to squeeze the life out of his cock. Even now he was not sure if he could be let go by her tight back door. Still he had to fuck his little girl and train her to pleasure him like he promised. Her butt belonged to him and that was all that mattered to him in the end. He would fuck her and make her his mate and only his. He wondered though if he could truly tame her as she was now. Or would her wildness make her not be able to listen to his orders very well. Chad hoped it was not the second and more the first. Alexa too slow deep breaths as her father stretched out her tight ass. Yes he was right it felt like he was trying to put a mag light in her ass. Gripping the table as her legs shook. As she felt the whole head inside her spreading her ass wide to fit him. "Fuck Daddy..... Oh, fuck yes." She panted and moaned her body feeling like it was on fire the deeper he went. Her legs braced as she let out a long groan ending in a rather high-pitched short scream. Putting her face and breasts against the table whining inhumanly from how good it felt. His balls resting against her pussy and she could feel them both struggling to stay still and let her ass become use to his full length. It had felt like an hour of him slowly sliding into her till she was seated on his cock base. Alexa had the feeling once she was fully stretched out he would have her sitting on it and the thought made her suddenly clench, and she gasped feeling his cock jerk inside her. Looking back to see him staring down at his cock firmly shoved in his daughter's ass. Looking down she could see why he was staring fuck her ass had gotten big, and he was the first to claim yet another hole on his little girl. "I love the way your cock looks in my ass Daddy." her breathy moan and gold/blue eyes directed at him. Chad moaned at how good her ass felt. She was gripping beyond anything he had ever experienced before. All muscles working on his length and what was more she was getting used to his size with every moment. He gripped her hair tightly and yanked her back into a deep kiss, as he forced his tongue into her mouth, and he teased her with the appendage. His hips rolled back, dragging his length out until only the tip was still inside. He made sure to make it as slow as possible so she felt everything, from every inch of his monster to her muscles gripping to keep him inside. He than slammed it all back in, forcing his balls to slap hard against her pussy. That made him release a primal groan as his hips began to moved, wedging himself inside of her. His other hand that was not gripping her hair traced down her skin in a very teasing fashion before finding her sopping wet pussy and his thumb began to grind her clit softly teasing her even more. He wanted her to be driven mad with the pleasure. Si m CE she was his woman. Chad knew he had changed. He would never have done this before, but something happened to her and she transformed before his very eyes. Though Chad wondered why he never made a move on his little girl before. Alexa was not bad looking before she grew tits and an ass, but now he could not get enough of her. His cock was going to turn her ass in her favorite hole to be used. Chad would see to that. After all she was his woman now, and he could to her body what he wanted.

The curse (frostsider and lotm3)|rating:2.0

The Cuzto Halflings

11.14.6.1.2Well, that was one hell of a party. Regylluro's feasts normally are, but that was just ridiculous. But then, was it really that unexpected? The start of the new Tun is already something to get excited about, and add to that the fact that the war parties are leaving today to go and destroy the Mutual means that the entirely of Cuzco has a reason to celebrate. Ixtilon, Key'lake, Kamikaze, and TlaxalYou awaken from your stupor, lying about the fire pit given to the group of you for the revelry. The bonfire that raged the night before are now simply smoldering. Bits of food and empty dishes are strewn about. On closer inspection, some of the meat doesn't appear to have quite come from goats and boars - no doubt the gods will be pleased. It is obviously well past sunrise, but it is not quite noon yet. As you come to, you all are remembering the sacred charge given to you the night before: to go to the Mutual holy site that is defacing the far side of Lulu and 'deal' with it. This is a great honor. For a group so young, to be tasked with the furthering of the Cuzco and the decimation of the Mutual in this way is something some veteran clerics only dream of. And yet, you youth were handpicked to go and do this. One thing is missing, however: an inquisitive young woman from the Third Caste is supposed to be joining you - someone who may know more about the hated Mutual than you might be comfortable with, but whose expertise with strange temples may be invaluable in the likely case that those dirty fish-eaters sealed and trapped their cloisters. But she should be the one coming to find you, right? You are the messengers of the gods! Why would you go out and seek a Third Caste goat counter? Atl'your family's bonfire last night had been somewhat awkward. It's not that your parents weren't excited that you were receiving such an honor; nay, it may prove a very good chance to move up in the caste system. If anything, they were maybe too excited about the prospect that their grandchildren may not have to work as hard as they did to achieve their prestige. Yes, you are being brought along almost exclusively for your oddly manifested affinity for communicating with Novak and your experiences around religious articles, but it is still the chance of your lifetime. That is why, midway through the night, you were called upon to join the other religious acolytes who are going on this mission at their fire. If your family fire had been awkward for you, then this one was too - until everyone consumed enough alcohol to just not care anymore. And so, you ate, drank, and were merry outside your caste. Let's hope that the camaraderie you shared last night does not wear off as the spirits of the gods do. ItalThe Rolland family bonfire had been successful, for the most part. Despite your father's attempts to set you up with a fine upstanding son of a stonemason who couldn't really hold his liquor, it was a galloping good time. The fire had roared, the people had feasted, and all the while you sat, ate, and drank with giddy excitement. Tomorrow is the day! Not only one of the biggest days in the history of the tribe, but for you as well! You finally get to go on your own adventure, and for such a noble cause too! But you'd best not keep the religious types waiting. They're known to be impatient if they have to wait for their 'lesser'. NecahualYou did not get to participate. The Rolland patriarch was gracious enough to give you a bowl of water and a few scraps of the roast goat, but that was all. You know what today is. Today is the day you will follow Indira to a temple, likely to defile the beliefs of some other nation, in the same way yours were. Ital has stirred, and the rest of the field appears to be doing so as well. It begins. They drank, and partied, and danced, and ate. Then they slept. It would have been so easy to crush a half-dozen of their tiny skulls before they took me down. Revenge would have tasted sweet on my lips, but would it have been enough? I don't know if destroying this entire tribe would be enough to sate my rage, but losing control now just... wouldn't be enough. I sit close enough to my 'master' to hear orders, but far enough away that I am not mistaken for partaking in any of the festivities, or accused of anything really. Any misstep is a death sentence, only obedience assures my continued survival. Mayhaps the temple will be vacant, and I won't have to spill innocent blood, or maybe a minor slaughter will quench my rage for now. And so Casual sits, waiting to follow. Action wakes up with a bit of a headache, as could be expected after such a celebration. Stretching, he grabs a piece of... some form of roasted meat lying beside him, and eats a quick breakfast before standing. He goes through his mourning stretches, and says a prayer to Augusto for allowing him the chance to strike at his peoples enemy. Finishing up, he looks at his companions on his quest. Two devotees of Novak, not a bad group, if a bit odd, and a follower of Rifle. Action made a note to keep an eye on... Key'lake, that was his name. He had introduced himself the night before. No matter how nice he seemed though, Rifle had shown favor to the Mutual to many times before to fully trust his priests to be loyal to the Cuzco. Well, no matter how he felt about them, the high-priest of Augusto had told him to go with them to strike at their enemy, and he would. He sat down to await the arrival of the woman merchant. Key'lake woke up groggy with a huge headache. With a groan he empathically called for HU'Hutu. Get me water. On the other end of the bond he heard a windy laughter that aggravated his hangover even more. He always drank too much at Regylluro's feasts, but it was sanctioned by the gods so he felt it was worth it. HU'Hutu floated into the room, looking like a solidified storm-cloud given halfling form, a sign that even Rifle sanctioned the destruction of the Mutual. As he drank the water, he and his guide shared a prayer to Rifle that his stormy wrath may break upon their enemies. Though he had favored the Mutual for years, many sages confirmed in the storm clouds that a change in favor was nigh. As he prayed, he scanned the room. They seemed an apt enough bunch, hopefully they were as good as the elders thought. One man seemed to be giving him a wary glance. Key'lake vaguely remembers introducing himself to this man after wine cup number six... or seven. It was a bit fuzzy, but the name Action rang in his head. Since the scandal with his father, Key'lake knew when somebody was suspicious of him. Better keep a weather eye out for him. Ka'lake finds a cup of wine, a piece of meat, and sits in the sun waiting for the merchant girl to arrive. Groaning, Taxa stirs to wakefulness. The too-bright sun feels like needles in his eyes, and he blinks back tears as he puts his back to the sun. He is ravenous, and gobbles up the scraps of last night's feast as fast as he can without seeming too uncouth. He almost doesn't bother with getting a drink--he knows from experience that it will do nothing for his itching thirst, but he tries anyway. His immediate needs more or less met, Taxa takes out his jade totem. He has missed dawn vespers. He nearly decides not to bother with them, but begins chanting softly when he remembers that he will surely need Novak's blessing for the holy mission he has been tasked with. Ital woke slowly, feeling pleasantly full and lazy, despite the excitement bubbling away in her stomach, the knowledge thattodaywas the day. She sat and stretched, reaching for a cup of water and some leftover goat. It was cold and a little tough, but she couldn't be bothered finding anything fresher, and for once, feeling relaxed enoughnotto simply order Casual to get something for her. Speaking of the slave her parents had insisted she take with her - like they didn't think she could take care of herself! She didn't bother turning to check, she knew he would be sitting nearby, somewhere behind her - for that matter, she could hear the heavier breathing of the human, off to her left. She stretched again, rolling her neck to get the kinks out. Furthermore, she should probably go find the religious types; they didn't like to be kept waiting. And while Ital didn't consider herself 'inferior' in any way, she knew they'd be inclined to look down on her, and it was unbecoming to start such an important journey with any ill will - such would be an affront to the gods. Ital bounced to her feet and flicked one glance in the direction of her slave - despite being annoyed at her parents, she couldn't deny it was a heady feeling, being in sole charge of another life like this. Ital couldn't keep the grin off her face as she spoke." Come. We must find the others." ATL'ATL listened with closed eyes as the others began to stir around him. He had been awake for several hours, listening to the blood pound in his ears. No wonder the gods approved of alcohol. It made you feel dead in the morning, the better to fear their wrath. He adjusted his ceremonial mask to let in the light and immediately regretted it. Squinting, his eyes slowly adjusted to the bright morning light, and he took in the sight of his drinking companions. They were sad sacks of pampered putrescence. All the priests were. They claimed to serve the gods but just went through the motions of worship, hoping for their own gain and glory. But to Novak all could be useful tools. He himself was merely a tool to bring all living things to heel. And today he must demonstrate his worth to those fat old men who called themselves priests by ransacking the temple of a rival tribe. If Novak was feeling gracious, today he would bathe in the blood of his enemies. ATL'ATL let his lips curve up in a thin smile underneath his ever-present mask. Today would be a good day. Seeing his 'master' rise, Casual stands and hoists his yoke up onto his shoulders. Perhaps they thought that it would be a burdensome weight to him, and it is, but not for the reason they thought. In the end, there is naught to do but follow quietly. Action gathers his belongings up, then dons his armor, swings his pack over his shoulder, and grabs his axe. As he does, he thinks back to his training and travels, trying to remember anything he knows about his people's hated foes. Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Religion) - (1d20+2)[15] Knowledge (Local) - (1d20+2)[19] Knowledge (Warfare) - (1d20+2)[22] When he finishes getting ready, he looks over the others of his caste, still breaking their fast, or just now finishing their prayers." What are you louts waiting for, the gods to pick you up and carry you to the temple? We must be ready when the merchant woman arrives, that we can go and smite the Mutual and their pathetic gods." Ixtilon glares at Key'lake." The sooner we leave, the sooner we can bring glory to the True Gods and the Cuzco, and the sooner we can sacrifice the ocean-lovers at the great temple." IxtilonYou know that the Mutual worship a different pantheon of gods, though its size is unknown to you. You do know that there is no god among the Cuzco pantheon that is the Mutual pantheon, and vice versa. Rifle has been suspected at times to the chief god of the Mutual, as he is the god of storms and their chief god is of the sea, but no one has been able to truly make these accusations stick. The Mutual are a tribe of frog-like humanoids. Taller than the Cuzco Halflings even when in their normal crouch, their primary advantage is that size, in addition to their great dexterity in water. The Cuzco have never been able to communicate with them, as their language is all-but-incoherent, especially to those lacking the proper organs with which to use it. Other than that, the Cuzco simply know that the Mutual are nocturnal eat a lot of fish. The Mutual, as to be expected of an aquatic tribe, mostly use a wide variety of spears, harpoons, and nets. They favor night raids almost exclusively, though they mostly prefer to keep to themselves. If previous skirmishes with them have been any indication, they will be unwilling and likely unready to fight you during the day. Ital and NecahualThe group of religious scholars you are going to meet is on the south side of the field. From your position, you can see numerous fire pits with groups of stirring young clerics - obviously, yours was not the only group given an assignment such as this. You were told one distinct way of finding them though: one of the members of the group would appear to be much older than he looked, with grain hair and leathery skin. You spot one campfire with four young-looking tribesmen and a single elderly-looking one. Furthermore, you can safely assume that this is them. Grabbing his pack and letting HU'Hutu rest on his shoulder, Key'lake says,"Aye. We might as well be ready for when the girl arrives. I personally would enjoy the chance to crush our enemies before any of our tribesmen." He ignores Action continuing glare. Acknowledging them never helped him before. Seeing Key'lake rise, ATL'ATL shook himself from his reverie. Picking through the scraps of the feast he selected a few morsels for a morning meal, and checked his gear while eating. Oh yes, he had nearly forgotten. With careful movements he dipped one of his blowgun darts in poison, and stored it safely with the others, noting its position in the case of darts. "Ready," he announced to No one in particular. "Ah, there." Ital notes aloud, easily spotting the correct group. She doesn't bother pointing them out, Casual is there simply to follow. Ital nimbly moves through the fire pits and crowds til she reaches the correct group. She pauses for a moment, considering the correct and most appropriate greeting. Her father would tell her not to give any ground, to be proud of who she is and not to let them get away with thinking they are superior to her in any way. Her mother would say the same. Ital thinks that all this is true, but at the same time, her parents aren't the ones who have to live and work with these people for the foreseeable future. She decides on a compromise. Ital offers a slight bow, enough to show respect, but nothing more." I am Ital. We are to defeat the Small, yes?" The group of you are now assembled. To the south, you can see the peak of Lulu, and that is your destination. It will take the rest of the day to reach its foot, and then likely the entire night to walk around it, as the Mutual monument is on the far side of the mountain. The rest of the camp appears to be stirring, and while no one has approached you yet, it may be best to make your introductions quick and be on your way. Near your campfire is a small pile of trail rations given you by the tribe to get you through your trek - enough for six tribes people for three days. Action takes his share of the rations and puts them into his pack." I'm glad you could finally make it. Introductions will have to be quick though - We need to leave as soon as possible, and still need to sacrifice to Yowl for safe travel. He gives the trader his name as he walks to the nearest shrine to the god of travel, saying a prayer and giving a sacrifice of the food from the night before." It isn't much, but when we return, we can sacrifice Mutual slaves to further appease him, and it would be unthinkable to leave with no sacrifice whatsoever." Also taking a portion of the rations, Key'lake regards the newcomer." Welcome. We should probably save introductions for while we travel, but I am Key'lake." He stuffs the rations into his pack and makes a similar offering to Yowl, also leaving behind a pinprick of his own blood. Always leave some of yourself for the gods, his father had taught him, that way they know your flesh and blood. Ital picks up her share of the rations, looks at them for a moment, then hands them back over her shoulder for Casual to take." If any of you have anything of weight to carry, he can take it." She offered, it never hurt to make a gesture of goodwill. And speaking of gestures, Ital's favored god was Regylluro, but it was stupid to go on a journey, especially one this important, without offering to Yowl as well. ATL'ATL sighed heavily, and handed his share of the rations to the slave. No sense wasting strength. This is good of you Ital. All roads lead to death. Why these people insist on making ablutions to an intermediate god, ATL'ATL just didn't understand. And since prayers to Novak are best offered at night, he instead 'sat before the road', contemplating whether it might lead to death or glory. Action made a mental note of ATL'ATL's lack of sacrifice." When he dies on the road there, it will be no one's fault but his, for displeasing the one who watches the road for the Cuzco."he thinks to himself. When he sees the holy symbol around his neck, he chuckles slightly to himself." He probably can't wait for it to happen so he can go be with the god of death. But what god would trust someone who doesn't honor the siblings of the deity?" Ixtilon does not hand over his food to the giant slave. That would make it to easy for the brute to poison them. Instead, he waits for the others to finish they're offerings and packing up their rations, before finally starting out on the road to the holy mountain. Your sacrifices at the shrine of Yowl don't seem to cause any immediate effect - the god of travel must be quite busy today, with all the many Cuzco people leaving on their journeys, and he may be a bit hung over from the feast as well - but those of you who made the effort feel better about the coming journey. With religious duties settled, there is little left for you to do but set out. Deciding that the only way she's going to getanyrespect from these people, Ital nods once, gives a sharp gesture of command to her slave and turns to leave - deliberately not bothering to see if anyone else is following her. Well, she's determined. Shall we? Atl'ATL motions with a sweeping gesture towards the distant mountain, then sets off after her. Suddenly inundated with rations to carry, and with no pack or pouch to speak of, Casual instead opts to improvise lest he be stuck with arms full of food the entire trip. He removes a sufficiently large portion of the threadbare sackcloth covering his arms or chest and ties it into a makeshift bundle that he can hang upon his yoke. Seeing the slave struggle, Key'lake throws him his backpack. Here. It's not exactly your size, but you can put the rations in there. I swear by the gods I won't eat everyone else's food. The party has an almost entirely uneventful trek to the foot of the mountain. When you reach it, you can see just how vast it is. Though still smaller than Jekyll, it does have its own grandeur. As it is fitting for the home of the death goddess, it is black and foreboding, and though climbing it is forbidden, the clerics of Novak say that at its peak lies the gateway to the underworld and thus, the afterlife. Daylight, though, is swiftly waning, and the sun is now blood-red in the sky. If you continue your journey, you can reach the offending Mutual site by daybreak. If not, the gods may understand that mere mortals need rest. "While I am anxious to complete our task, a break may serve us best. The Mutual are nocturnal, and walking through the night would be begging them to find and attack us where they have the advantage. If we sleep the night though, we can walk to the mountain and be there by mid or late afternoon. Just as right before dawn is the best time to attack a diurnal enemy, just before sundown would be best to attack a nocturnal one. Most will be asleep, and their sentries will be tired." Ixtilon looks to the others for their input once he finishes speaking. Wise words. Also, it is good we have the opportunity to camp at the doorstep of Mistress Novak. By paying homage to her tonight we can be assured of victory on the morrow. Good idea. I'll take the first watch, and HU'Hutu can stay up all night and keep latchkey'lake glances at Action, hoping he won't take his generosity for treachery. "Excellent. Knowing that we will have the favor of the gods is sure to both inspire us and put fear into the Mutual. I will take the final watch, and pray to Augusto as the sun rises so that we may have valor in battle. Would anyone like to take middle watch? It will let us all get more sleep if we divide the night in thirds rather than in half, though whoever takes the middle will have their sleep disrupted, unfortunately. "I will take it." Ital offers, she hadn't bothered getting involved in the strategy discussion, it wasn't her strong point, and if there was one thing she'd learned from her father, it was nevereverdisplay your weaknesses in public. She smiles at Key'lake,"Wake me at my turn." ATL'ATL claims a spot of level ground for his bedroll and munches on his evening rations while watching the sun set, meditating on the day's events and the mission at hand. Key'lakxiYou take the first watch as the rest of the party beds down for the night. The night seems to be relishing all that will transpire these next few days. The sunset was blood-red, the blood of your enemies. Now that it is night, you can hear the sound of some creature baying at the moon, which has also adopted a deep shade of crimson. The firebugs are dancing tonight, as if to celebrate your impending victory. Overhead, you can hear a flock of bats making their way through the jungle, no doubt in anticipation of drinking the blood of the Mutual. You stay awake for a few hours, keeping watch. It isn't hard, though you are tired from the long trek and the party of the night before. Just before you feel it is time to wake the next of your comrades for their watch, things change dramatically. The jungle goes silent - the howling, the bats, the firebugs, all gone. And then, the earth begins to quake with excessive force, rocking back and forth. The surrounding trees groan and crack, and the mountain itself seems to be rumbling. Everyone else You are awoken by the tremors. All you can tell is that the ground is shaking, as if the world were being torn apart. Action awakens with the shaking ground. He speaks only as loud as he needs to in order to be heard by those nearby - no sense in alerting anything that might be in the woods. Do not worry, companions. This is simply Malala, showing us that we have her blessing, just as the red moon is Novak's blessing, the easy trip was Yowl's, the ****** sunrise Regylluro's, and the quick deaths of our enemies will be Augusto's. We simply need to stand tall and ride out the earth waves, and show the Gods the bravery we will have in battle tomorrow. He looks around in the darkness and opens his ears, searching for anything strange, and calls out Key'lake"Stay alert, Key'lake. No doubt that the evil Mutual would think nothing of using our goddess's blessing in order to attack us unaware." Spoiler Hide Listen: (1d20+5)[12] Spot: (1d20+3)[12] Of course. I'll make sure it is only the mountain that takes us by surprise. Spoiler: IOC Hide I meant to say I would keep one Magic Missile and dancing lights in memory, refreshing hourly. Dancing lights DC 17: (1d20+12)[29] Magic Missile DC 19: (1d20+12)[26] ATL'ATL awakens with a start. His first thought is admittedly, panic. But the others don't seem worried, so he tries to act unperturbed. But, as he turns over to go back to sleep, he pulls his pack closer to hand. Ital jerks awake, thoroughly alarmed, until Action speaks. She lies still, mulling over his words until she decides that yes, they do make sense. Knowing she'll never get back to sleep though, she rises into a crouch,"I too, will ensure we are not attacked." Spoiler Hide Listen: (1d20+6)[11] Spot: (1d20+4)[5] Key'lakxiSpoiler: IOC Hide Just fixing my misunderstanding Your magic is set. IxtilonYou do not spot anything in the jungle except the foliage, though you do notice that the moon is now partially obscured by a flowing cloud that appears to be coming from the top of the mountain. You hear an animal howling at the moon, and maybe some insects beginning to buzz again, but nothing out of the ordinary. ItalYou aren't able to spot anything out of the ordinary. You hear the same animal that Action hears, as well as the insects starting to move again. But, like your companion, you hear nothing strange. Action, like the surrounding others, pulls his gear closer to him. He digs through his pack and takes a small drink of water, attempting to keep the others from realizing he wanted his weapon nearby. Casual is largely unperturbed by the situation, the ground shaking a little bit isn't nearly as bad as waking up to a caning. The constant vibrations are merely a bit disorienting, nothing more. He has no doubt in his mind that he could crush anything that would try and attack them, and so merely quietly waits to be given orders. If there's a threat, maybe some of the small ones will get picked off before they think to call on me. Ital glances around, but no one seems to have noticed anything beyond the animal noises she can hear, and animals in a forest at night after being unsettled by the ground shaking is not unusual. With a shrug, she rolls over and attempts to go back to sleep. Taxa shudders awake at the noise, clutching at the jade hanging around his neck. Though not entirely reassured by Action's words, he attempts to return to sleep until his turn at watch comes. Spoiler: IOC Hide Apologies for my absence; I was apparently only subscribed to the IOC thread, though I could have sworn otherwise. The issue should be fixed now. Spoiler: IOC Hide I'm going to assume that there was a proper watch rotation, so you all got enough rest to keep you from being fatigued 11.14.6.1.3Daybreak comes, and the sun rises. It is still a deep blood-red, causing the still-smoking mountain to have an eerie crimson glow. Now that you have a good look around you, you can see that some of the jungle trees appear to have shifted due to last night's tremors. In the far distance, in the direction of the seashore, you can also see smoke rising. No doubt, this is the result of the main war parties engaging with the Mutual. ATL'ATL gathers and stows his bedroll and collects his morning rations from the store carried by ... Casual he thinks is the slave's name. Anything interesting happen last night? Key'lake, upon waking, stretches himself out and reaches into his pack for his rations, saying, After the ground stopped shaking, no. As he packs up his gear, he points towards the smoke, saying, We should probably get moving, so we can actually contribute He calls to HU'Hutu mentally, Let's get ready to go, we have Mutual to bring the storm upon. At the other end of the link he hears an excited clap of thunder as HU'Hutu comes soaring out of the trees to land on his shoulder. Action comes in from the edges of camp as the others arise, happy that the watch was uneventful, and they will soon be in battle. He gathers his supplies and says his morning prayers to Augusto and Regylluro as he puts on his armor and straps his axe to his waist." Yes, we do need to get moving. We still have to cross around the mountain to the temple. Thankfully, the Mutual at the temple should be asleep, or tired from the sounds of battle keeping them from sleeping." As the light begins to filter through the trees, Taxa quickly works through the morning prayers to Novak. He gathers his belongings together with haste--the itching thirst has only grown sharper, but relief is in sight." Do you think we'll arrive by the end of the day, Action?"he asks. "From the maps I have seen, we should reach the temple in mid to late afternoon, Taxa. The Mutual, resting during the day, will be in a false sense of security. All their watches through the day will have gone by fine, and everyone not on watch will be in a deep sleep. It will be like when our enemies attempt to attack us just before daybreak. They will be confused and half-asleep, and fall beneath our blades." Ixtilon rubs his hand against his battleaxe, fingering the symbol of Augusto carved into one side." And once they are vanquished, we shall cut out their hearts for Malala, and desecrate the temple to their false gods." Your party picks up their belongings and sets out around the mountain. This trip, however, is punctuated by the occasional minor tremor. It's never enough to knock you off your feet, or to twist the trees like the one from the night before, but they are indeed noticeable. The gods must be heralding your impending victory, both on the personal level of your party and at the tribal level for the Cuzco. All the while, you see smoke trails rise in the distance, towards the ocean. It is a few hours before sunset when you find a path that seems to be worn down by more than just peccaries. Ital frowned and rested her hand on her short sword at the sight of the path covered in footprints. This was not her area of expertise, so she turned to the others,"Can anyone tell how long it's been since someone walked this path? Action is right, the Small should be sleeping, but it is only sensible to ensure we are alone and will remain that way." Hmm, looks like we might be getting close. HU'Hutu, I bargain with the realms beyond for the power of a mirage and an unerring sling. Also, I wish to see the gods' gifts and create the sourceless sound and lights. Hu'Hutu vanishes with a small flash of lightning and clap of thunder. Spoiler: IOC Hide This will take a minute or so. Bargaining for: Silent Image Diplomacy DC 19: (1d20+12)[28], takes (1d4+1)[2] rounds to return Magic Missile Diplomacy DC 19: (1d20+12)[19], takes (1d4+1)[3] rounds to return Detect Magic: Diplomacy DC 17: (1d20+12)[16], takes (1d4)[4] rounds to return (fails, +2 to DC to retrieve Detect magic for the Day) Ghost Sound: Diplomacy DC 17: (1d20+12)[23], takes (1d4)[3] rounds to return Dancing Lights: Diplomacy DC 17: (1d20+12)[21], takes (1d4)[1] rounds to return Each Spell only stays in my memory for an hour, so let me know how long things take Ital You can tell that the path was used recently, but you can't tell by what. Ka'lakxiYou successfully prepare the indicated spells. Action pulls his axe from his belt." Stay wary, and it won't matter if we're alone or not. Stay pious, and the gods will ensure that we win, even if we aren't wary." He glances at his followers. A merchant, a water priest, and one who refuses to sacrifice to any but one god." Sadly, with the way the gods likely feel about some members, staying wary may be the wiser choice." Good advise. May I suggest that rather than simply follow this trail we stay in the jungle and walk parallel to it? We will be more likely to surprise any foe that we encounter rather than the other way around. The relative silence is broken by Casual shoving a fist into the bark of a nearby tree. Bits of gummy sap are deposited on his fist, but it is more an act of anger than of purpose. He speaks suddenly and abruptly, in a voice of barely restrained rage." Enough talking! Enough about gods, and blessings, and prayers. Your gods do not care about me, or our foes, and they might not even care about you. The time for talking is over, the time for action has come. I need to kill something, and soon, or your prattling will kill me." With that, Casual starts to stomp down the path. Taxa chuckles under his breath and follows. Ital snorts exasperated, and just a little amused. She is used to Casual's outbursts, but is now starting to realize that there might be more to commanding a slave than she'd first thought. Either way, she moves forward to catch up and glares at him til he looks at her." This is not the family home. Your behavior will get you killed, and then I'll have to go home and explain to my family that I lost a slave. They'll be shamed and I'll be shamed. And these people already do not trust me. NEVER do that again." He gives his 'master' a sharp look, like he was displeased with an unruly child." They don't trust you, but they'll never trust me, never trust a slave. I'm surrounded by you weaklings, and you cowards, and there's always so many of you. But out here, there's only us, this small little group of tiny brittle beings, easily crushed like twigs. Just remember that I could have killed you all last night, but didn't, and that I could kill you all now, but won't. If you fear me, then you know a tiny fraction of the fear I have felt, and if you hate me, you still have no idea how deep my hatred goes." NecahualYou begin to walk down the peccary path, when something grabs you by the ankle. It yanks you to your right, and then up, and then leaves you hanging upside-down, strung by a rope looped around your ankle. In the rush of things, you drop everything you were carrying, including your yoke, onto the ground. Evidently, the Mutual were waiting for you. TlaxalYou see the large slave get upended, and you manage to recoil way, spotting several other carefully hidden loops of rope lying on the path, nearly covered by encroaching foliage. ATL'ATL troops down the path after Taxa, smiling under his mask that something interesting has happened. When he sees Casual swinging in the air and Taxa dodge some other danger, ATL'ATL instinctively glances around for attacking enemies and any available cover. Seeing the human swinging from a tree by his leg, Key'lake starts looking around to search for enemies. I need eyes up their'Hutu shoots up 20 feet and also starts looking around. What do you see? Spoiler: IOC Hide Key'lake's spot check: (1d20)[20] HU'Hutu's Spot Check: (1d20+4)[17] Action raises his axe when the slave whips into the air." Would a none else like to insult the gods?"he asks no one in particular. Action's comment draws another laugh from Taxa, but there is a nervousness behind it. It seems quite likely that they are all in danger. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Spot: (1d20-1)[14] Listen: (1d20+1)[2] EDIT: Seeing no immediate threat, Taxa moves forward, careful not to step in any snares himself." Nehuacal!"he cries, retrieving his sickle and holding it over his head." Here, use this." Hate Rage Hate Whatdidhesay? Kill.Then. All. Ripouttheirspines DrenchedinbloodlikethesunsetA roar, bestial and bloodcurdling escapes his lips. Every cell, every thought, every river of blood running beneath his skin screams at him to kill them all. But there aren't enough to kill here, no, not even close. The thrum of a crowd, that is where he wants to lose control, not here in the woods just to kill some little children. Not yet. He tries to pull himself up, letting the rage fester instead of release, then tries to burst the loop around his ankle. Spoiler: Rolls Hide To pull himself up:(1d20+3)[6] To break the rope:(1d20+3)[20] Key'lakxiYou and HU'Hutu are able to spot four astonished Mutual (from what you can tell; you aren't familiar with their social cues) hiding up in the branches of some trees some 20m into the forest. They appear to more be a hunting party than a war party, though the broad-headed spears they carry would still be quite capable of gutting you. They appear to still be in a moment of shock, as if just woken up. Furthermore, they were waiting, to be sure, but perhaps they weren't expecting you specifically, or this many, or the presence of a large human slave. Either way, they appear to still be resolving their fight-or-flight decision. IxtilonYou are also able to spot a few of the Mutual, though at this very moment you are unsure of their numbers or their disposition. NecahualYou are unable to get yourself into a position to grab at the rope. Cut him down, and quick. I think we have friends in the trees. Ixtilon speaks softly and calmly, hoping the mutual don't know their language and so won't know they're seen yet. ATL'ATL carefully follows the gaze of the Key'lake and Action, searching for whatever it was they saw. Spoiler: IOC Hide spot - (1d20)[14] The small ones are talking. Are they talking to him? He can't tell through the pounding of blood in his ears. He'll have to crush them all later, there is a slightly more frustrating problem to deal with now. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Lift Self Up:(1d20+3)[17] Break Rope:(1d20+3)[20] ATL'you are able to spot the party of Mutual that Action was talking about. At this point, they appear to be preparing, either to run or to fightNecahualYou are able to haul yourself up this time, and you break the loop of rope around your foot. You manage to land on the ground as gracefully as possible given the circumstances, though you are still flat on your back. Casual absolutely seethes with rage, it boils off him like steam. It is all he can do to stand and pick up his yoke, though he would not be opposed to using his hands at this point. IOC: Here goes nothing. Point at the Mutual, and shout loudly, "Mutual, we have you surrounded. Drop your weapons and surrender. There need to be no bloodshed today." Spoiler: rolls Hide bluff - (1d20+9)[19] I call upon the masters of the hunt to tear our enemies apart!, he says, hoping they understand. Ka'lake calls up the mirage he asked for earlier, steps behind his comrades, and concentrates on the image he desires: six night black panthers, hungry yellow eyes and teeth bared, creeping from the underbrush to surround the Mutual, ready to pounce. Spoiler Hide Bluff: (1d20+6)[14] It's silent image If they get a will save, the DC is 14. The Mutual, targets, Casual can't see them, but goes off charging in the direction ATL'ATL points anyway. If the small ones are lying, he'll just kill them later. Action takes his axe in both hands." Maybe the giant will die as he kills the last Mutual, and solve two problems at once."he muses as Casual charges off. ATL'your shouting appears to have no effect. Either they are not scared of you or (more than likely) they do not understand your language. Ka'Maxine of the Mutual appears to quake at the sight of your image, while one is unaffected and the other two seem emboldened by the prospect of fighting. Spoiler: IOC Hide Combat will start shortly. Make your initiative rolls, and I'll be posting the grid when I can. IOC: worth a try, anyway. Spoiler: rolls Hide initiative - (1d20+3)[12] Initiative for Action:Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[10] IOC: here goes nothing Spoiler Hide Initiative Key'lake: (1d20+2)[4] if familiars get a separate initiative: (1d20+2)[9] Can I edit the image, like making the panthers look bigger and more daunting? Spoiler: Initiative Hide I think I'm still surprised, though. (1d20+3)[15] Turn order and other stuff Hide Familiars will not be getting their own initiative roll for now. I have a feeling that this will be clunky enough without having adding in another participant. Also, in order to keep my sanity in check, I will only update the map after each round. BornValyrian: You may adjust the image as if you were recasting the spell. Mutual 2: 16 Taxa: 15 ATL'ATL: 12 Mutual 4: 12 (Feared for another 3 rounds) Mutual 1: 12 Casual: 11 Action: 10 Key'lake: 4 Mutual 3: 2 The first Mutual warrior, emboldened by the prospect of combat and undaunted by the images of the panthers, moves to square G5, and sets himself to protect his cowering companion. Taxa rushes forward and fires off a burst of iridescent energy at one of the Cultural. Spoiler: Roll, IOC Hide Taxa moves to J6 and attempts to use Ray of Enfeeblement on Cultural 1. Attack (Touch): (1d20+4)[18] Strength Damage: (1d6)[6] ATL'ATL likewise attempts to disable the Mutual warrior by sapping his strength with the power of Novak. Spoiler: rolls, IOC Hide Move to J5 and cast Ray of enfeeblement, touch, touch attack - (1d20+4)[12], STR damage - (1d6)[5] Edit: Mutual 1 was the target. Edit 2.0: change target to Mutual 2 (the one in G5). Mutual 1 appears visibly weakened from Taxa's ray, his shoulders drooping and his arms going slack, spear falling to his side, though he still looks like he could put up a fight. Spoiler: IOC Hide ATL'ATL can't cast Ray of Enfeeblement on Mutual 1 from where he is standing. I will allow you to change your move. Action holds his ax with both hands and moves forward, getting up next to one of the Mutual. Spoiler Hide Double move to G4 Key'lake focuses again on the images. The panthers turn and pull back into the forest, only to appear behind the Mutual, growing to tower over the enemies, with shadows emanating from their midnight-black pelts. Their yellow eyes glow with an eerie hunger, two stars shining from a beast made of darkness. Ka'lack, still maintaining control over the images, says to his allies,"Do not fear the beasts, they will not harm you." Spoiler Hide I am trying to get the panthers in flanking positions to the Mutual. I'll put them at E5,7,8,9, F9, and G9. The little ones crowd forward preventing the bloodthirsty charge, and forcing Casual to swallow his rage and weave more purposefully through his allies. He tries to avoid the panthers, but he's pretty sure one or two could have taken a bite out of him if they'd tried. He also manages to avoid getting too close to the group being blasted with magical rays. He is left standing in front of two Mutual that, he notes, are still very small compared to him. The is no remorse in his eyes as he swings his yoke down upon one of their heads. Spoiler: Actions Hide Moving to G8 Single Attack on Mutual 2: Attack - (1d20+4)[15] Damage - (1d10+3)[10] Spoiler: If Attack Hits and Kills Mutual 2 Hide Cleave Mutual 3: Attack - (1d20+4)[12] Damage - (1d10+3)[13] Mutual 2 also appears to droop, as if his spear has suddenly become much heavier as ATL'ATL's spell takes old of himSuzulal 4 is still quaking of fear of the panthersSuzulal 1 runs to square I5 and attempts to skewer ATL'ATL with his spear. He appears to stumble while doing so, and completely misses. Spoiler: IOC Hide I'm going to assume Casual is swinging at Mutual 3, as Mutual 2 had since moved away from where you are. Casual runs to the Mutual and swings his yoke with everything he has, but the Mutual warrior barely manages to move out of the way at the very last moment. Ixtilon repositions himself, preparing to fight. He narrowly dodges an attack thrust out by Mutual 1 as he runs past. Ka'lake's images reorient themselves into their new flanking positions. Suzulal 3 strikes back at Casual, grazing him with his spear and inflicting 2 damage. END OF ROUND 1 2 lashes out with his spear at Action, but the attack glances off of his armor with no harm done. Taxa darts forward and strikes at the Cultural with an empty hand. Spoiler: IOC, Rolls Hide 5-foot step to I6, followed by an attempt at using Channel Touch. Attack (vs. Touch AC): (1d20+4)[10] Damage: (1d8)[8] ATL'ATL cautiously steps away from the man with the pointy stick, and calls upon Novak to strike fear into his heart. Spoiler: IOC Hide Five footstep to K5. Cast Cause Fear S-1. Will save DC 14, or he becomes frightened and must flee for (1d4)[2] rounds. If he makes the will save he is still shaken. Spoiler: Spells Remaining Hide LVL 0–5/5 LVL 1–2/4 Edit: fixed spoiler tags. Taxa's strike lands true on the Mutual, thanks to the foul creature being occupied with both him and ATL'ATL. The Mutual staggers under the force of the blow, but still remains upright. Atl'ATL's spell also seems to have an effect. Mutual 1's frog-like eyes bulge even more, and he turns a lighter shade of green. Suzulal 4 is still trembling in place. Suzulal 1, with his newfound horror of his opponents, turns to flee. As he escapes, Taxa strikes out in opportunity with his sickle, and lands a mortal blow (3 damage). The Mutual drops face down into the grassy jungle floor. The fight is a mess, spells and bodies moving every-which-way. Three of the Mutual are on the defensive, and one is directly attacking hisallies'. It is obviously beneficial for Casual to ignore the single outlier, in favor of culling as many of the weaklings as possible before they run or build up the courage to attack. A blow strikes at him, merely a scratch, and as if to taunt the creature, invites it to take another blow. Spoiler: Actions Hide Moving to H7, then G6. Provokes an attack of opportunity from Mutual 3. Assuming the AOO doesn't down me: Single Attack on Mutual 2, who is now flanked by Action and Casual: Attack - (1d20+5)[25] Damage - (1d10+3)[12] Spoiler: If Attack Hits and Kills Mutual 2 Hide Cleave Mutual 3: Attack - (1d20+5)[9] Damage - (1d10+3)[13] Laughing with triumph, Taxa moves to attack another Cultural. Spoiler: IOC Hide Channel touch on Cultural 2 if he's still standing; otherwise the attack is for Cultural 4. Attack: (1d20+4)[11] Damage: (1d8)[5] Mutual 3 attempts to jab Casual with its spear as the large slave rushes past. He is too slow, however, and Casual is able to reach Mutual 2. With a mighty swing, he brings his yoke down. The frog-creature stands little chance, and is completely crushed by the blow. It crumples into a heap, its skull bleeding and smashed. Casual attempts to wheel and use his momentum to also attack Mutual 3, but the maneuver proves to be too much, and Mutual 3 remains unharmed. Action raises his battleaxe over the Mutual still cowering in fear." This one is so scared, he might not even be worthy of having his heart eaten! He says with a laugh as he swings his axe. Spoiler Hide attacking Mutual 4. Attack: (1d20+2)[4] damage: (1d6+1)[2] ATL'ATL draws his dagger and moves in for the kill. Spoiler: IOC Hide Move to G5 to help Action with a flank on the next round. Hoping to distract the Frog-things one more time, Key'lake shifts the panthers to flank the remaining enemies. They snap at Mutual's 4 and 3Spoiler: IOC Hide Panthers at E5,E6, and F6, and at E7, E8, and E9. This is hoping they provide flanking bonuses, at least for Mutual 4 Despite the helpless state of his opponent, Action is unable to land a blow on the trembling Mutual warrior. The panther images all bound to their new positions once againSuzulal 3 once again thrusts his spear at Casual, this time catching him more solidly in the abdomen. Casual receives a 5 damage wounded OF ROUND 2 2 continues to bleed out. Tlaxal moves to stand astride Mutual 2's broken body at G5, and reaches out to touch Mutual 1 with negative energy. The cowering frog-man shudders hideously. Atl'ATL stalks towards one of his remaining enemies. Suzulal 4 completely succumbs to his fear, and falls into a prone position on the ground. Suzulal 1 continues to bleed out. When the second blow strikes home, Casual's ire focuses on the Mutual that has been trying so hard to kill him." You've done well. That ends very soon." Spoiler: Actions Hide Single Attack on Mutual 3: Attack - (1d20+5)[10] Damage - (1d10+3)[11] Spoiler: If Attack Hits and Kills Mutual 3 Hide Cleave Mutual 4: Attack - (1d20+5)[6] Damage - (1d10+3)[8] Action laughs at the Mutual on the ground, swinging his axe for the creatures head. Spoiler Hide attacking Mutual 4. Attack: (1d20+4)[21] damage: (1d6+1)[2] Casual's swing is deflected by Mutual 3. Despite the cowardice and death of his comrades, this particular warrior seems ready to fight to the death. Ixtilon's axe does strike Mutual 4, though it only manages a grazing blow. The frog-man curls up in pain, but retains consciousness. Focusing again, Key'lake makes the panthers surround the remaining frog-men.[spoiler="IOC"]Panthers move from D9 to E8. Key'lake's panther stalks into a flanking position. Suzulal 3 continues to assault the largest available target, catching Casual with another 2 damage grazing blow. END OF ROUND 3 is Taxa's turn. Appearing deeply satisfied, Taxa once more reaches out to caress his foe. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Channel Touch on Cultural 4. I get flanking from the panther, right? Attack: (1d20+6)[8] Damage: (1d8)[8] ATL'ATL moves closer, staying clear of the large slave, and attempts to distract Mutual 3 by thrusting and slashing. Spoiler: IOC Hide Five footstep to G8, use the aid another action. Attack - (1d20+1)[14] vs AC 10. If successful, Neutral get a +2 to his next attack against S-3. Mutual 4 shudders once more at Taxa's touch, and finally ceases moving, its wounds and exhaustion finally overtaking its strength. Atl'ATL's feints manage to distract the Mutual warrior, setting him off-balance. Suzulal 4 continues to bleed outSuzulal 1 continues to bleed out. Action, seeing the battle essentially won, raises his axe with a cruel smile. Looking down at his helpless foe, he drops the axe down onto its neck. Spoiler Hide performing a Coup de Grâce on Mutual 4, so automatic critical hit. Damage: (3d6+3)[10] and, assuming he somehow survives, he must make a fort check to survive. Action's axe slams into the lifeless form of Mutual 4 at the base of the neck, ensuring that the cowardly creature is indeed dead. Casual attacks the last Mutual. Spoiler: actions Hide Attack - (1d20+5)[23] Damage - (1d10+3)[4] Casual's strike lands true against the remaining Mutual warrior, leaving a substantial mark on its green skin. It is Key'lake's turn. Key'lake moves closer to the battle, and seeing that some of the images are not doing anything for him, lets them discorporate into his allies' shadows. Spoiler Hide Move to J4 and get rid of images 1, 4, and 5. Key'lake's images disappear as he repositions himself. Suzulal 3 takes aim once again at Casual, but his is swatted away by the big slave. END OF ROUND 4 2 continues to bleed out. It is Taxa's turn. Growing slightly frustrated at the Cultural's resilience, Taxa strikes once more, hopefully for the kill. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Attacking Cultural 4 with Channel Touch. Attack: (1d20)[9] Damage: (1d8)[6] ATL'ATL, pleased to see the slave draw blood, again uses feints and jabs to maintain the distraction. Spoiler: IOC Hide Use the aid another action again. Attack - (1d20+1)[8] vs AC 10. If successful, Neutral get a +2 to his next attack against S-3. With the help of his flanking allies, Taxa is able to strike the remaining Mutual warrior with negative energy. The frog-man shudders and looks very beaten, but remains on its feet. Atl'ATL attempts to again aid Casual by distracting Mutual 3, but this time fails to catch its attention. Suzulal 4 continues to bleed outSuzulal 1 continues to bleed outfit is Casual's turn. Casual attacks the last Mutual again. Spoiler: actions Hide Attack - (1d20+5)[22] Damage - (1d10+3)[7] Casual manages to break the guard of the remaining Mutual for a final time. His blow crushes the skull of the frog-man, and it collapses on itself, its strength gone. Spoiler: Experience Award Hide All members of the party gain 480 exp Your enemies now lie dying around you. The sounds of the jungle are beginning to start again after the pitched excitement of the battle. The Mutual monument cannot be far away, and no one saw a runner, so they still should not be aware of your presence. Action draws his dagger, and begins cutting out the hearts of the Mutual. He starts with those who are still alive. When he has the four hearts collected in front of him, he says a prayer to Malala and Augusto." Goddess of the Cuzco, Lord of Battle, we have slain these heathens in your honor. Worshipers of false gods, they fell easily before our blades, blessed by you, Lord Augusto. An inferior species, they could not pierce our armor, blessed by you, Goddess Malala. To you, we offer their hearts, and make their souls yours in the afterlife, in defiance of their false idols." He cuts the heart into pieces, one for himself and each of his Cuzco companions, and one for the gods. He then goes to each companion and offers them the 4 small pieces." Eat, and receive the continued blessings of the Gods, and have the power of the vanquished added to your own"He eats his own last, savoring the taste. The ritual over, Action cleans his axe and resheathes it, dusts off his clothes, and generally makes ready to continue travelling. ATL'ATL accepts his piece of heart, silently adding a prayer to Novak. His piece is rather tough and chewy, but he manages to swallow quickly. After putting away his dagger, he turns to the slave. "Neutral, are your wounds grievous?" Key'lake causes the panthers to discorporate into shadow stuff and form a spinning disc of shadow. It rises to form a dark humanoid shape and then disappears. The heart is a bit chewy, and formed differently from the hearts he remembers having before, but he prays to the gods regardless, making sure to mention Rifle. We should get going. It can't be far now. Hu'Hutu floats down from his spot in the air and the halfling tells him require another mirage. Go. Spoiler: IOC Hide Fetching another silent image DC 19: (1d20+12)[23] Key'lakxiYou successfully retrieve your spell. Thus was one of Casual's points of contention with his captors. The ritual consumption of their foes. His own people were cannibals, of course, but never as a result of battle. Some would give their bodies to be eaten out of shame for their failures, or for the good of the rest of the tribe, but only willingly. To feast on the body of an unwilling individual would deny them their glory in battle, and their access to the afterlife. It was a disgusting practice that was much reviled by his tribe until their destruction. He would allow it, but not partake. That was the little defiance he could manage now, such as he was. His wounds pulsed and bled, and he had no doubt that there would be little sympathy or care given. But he would not give in. Action see's the slave's face, and his disgust at their ritual." Don't worry, you giant slave. You aren't worthy to participate in our worship, even if you wanted to. At least, not until we cut your heart out and eat it like these." He says with a sneer at the human. The slave may not understand him, but the tone and body language would make sure he knows he's being talked down to. As you all continue to feast upon the hearts of your slain enemies, the jungle begins to come back to life - for a moment. The jungle - normally so alive with the very many animals that inhabit it - has grown eerily silent. There are no insects buzzing, there are no birds singing, and there are no beasts rustling. The mountain above you continues to let off a constant stream of black smoke. Taxa also consecrates the pieces of heart given to him to Novak before eating. He checks to see if he can extract any hearts that Action may have missed, but does not find any." We should keep moving,"he grunts after the silence falls and the feasting concludes. "Agreed. The silence bodes ill." Assuming no one else volunteers, Action takes point and begins leading the others down the trail. Follow Action, ready to call down Novak's wrath on anything that emerges from the brush. The peccary path continues to snake its way through the jungle, though all aural sense of that is gone. The eerie silence is made even more palpable by the fact that the sky looks to be turning dark despite it being in the middle of the day. What light there is continues to be a violent shade of red. The path ends quite abruptly in front of you. 30 feet ahead, you can see it opens up, and though the jungle foliage is still blocking your view of the entire clearing, you can see the beginnings of stone steps leading off to the left. "Looks like we made it. Now...is anyone home?" Glance around for any sign of Mutual. Spoiler: Rolls Hide spot - (1d20)[6] ATL'you cannot see anything beyond what you first glanced on your approach to the clearing at your current position. You would need to approach to see more. Taxa cautiously creeps up the steps. Spoiler: Roll Hide Move Silently: (1d20+3)[15] Creep into the clearing behind, but don't start climbing the steps just yet. Stick to the edge of the jungle and try to avoid being seen. Glance around, looking for enemies or other structures. Spoiler: rolls Hide - (1d20+7)[17], spot - (1d20)[13] Action follows Taxa slowly up the steps, his grip tight on his battleaxe. Key'lake sends HU'Hutu to scout ahead and follows behind Action. As you enter the clearing, you can fully see where the stairs lead. There is a stone platform at the far end of the clearing, about 10 feet in height, with the stairs leading right to the top in a gentle slope. On the platform you can see several stone pillars, each etched with runes that are mysteriously glowing. In the center there is what appears to be an altar, adorned with the bones of a large animal of some sort. Behind the altar is an object that looks like a dais or a lectern, from which someone could pontificate a religion. Indeed, it appears that someone is doing that right now. There are about a dozen Mutual on the platform, all prostrated towards the individual at the lectern. This individual is not Mutual, but is instead a tall, dusky-skinned female humanoid. Her head is thrown back, and her arms are outstretched, as if she were begging the favor of a god. All the while, she appears to be gibbering, though from your vantage you cannot hear her. None of the Mutual have noticed you yet, probably due to their faces being pressed into the stone. The leader hasn't yet noticed you either, though there is no telling how much longer the prayer will last. Action moves back down the steps a little, so that he is better hidden, and whispers to the others." The best time to take them is probably right now. I say anyone skilled with range take aim, then we let the slave charge in, and I'll follow behind them with anyone else who prefers to stare his enemy in the eye when they die." IOC Hide Here's a map for better decision-making processes Nod in agreement. "And I'll do what I can to keep them frightened and off-balance." Key'lake whispers, I'll try to split them up. If a big black wall appears, it's fake. Casual runs forward, barreling up the steps in an attempt to get a kill or two in before the Mutual know what's going on. Casual's charge seems to wake the woman on the dais, though not the worshipers. Her eyes snap open, and you can see that they are a deep red. Her gaze bores into Casual for a second and then... Well, you aren't sure exactly what happened, but you are all now on the platform at the very top of the stairs, all clumped together in a tight group. The dusky woman regards you with a smirk. "Welcome, my dear Cuzco playthings. We've been eagerly expecting you. Today is a great day indeed; your race has finally succumbed to its most base instincts and has started its own self-destruction!" Deep within his gut, Casual's hatred bubbles up. The wounds, the treatment of his fellow, and now this- no, this thing speaks as if it knows anything." My people are already dead, I have nothing to fear from you. Even death will only release me! I HAVE SAT IDLY FOR TOO LONG! KILL! KILL YOU ALL!" His voice turns into a roar, feral and terrible, as he loses himself to the rage. His eyes fix on the one that moved them here, in a twisted parody of the way she did to him. He would have blood, and her blood would be first. Spoiler: Actions: Hide Rage On! Free Action. Lasts 7 rounds (or 42 seconds). Intimidating Rage! Free Action. Intimidate check to Demoralize (make Shaken) on Unknown Woman. Intimidate Roll: - (1d20+9)[12] Startled by the sudden change in location, ATL'ATL casts the first spell that comes to mind, attempting to blind the woman with the red eyes. Spoiler: actions Hide Cast flare directly in front of the woman. Fortitude save DC 13 or be dazzled. (A dazzled creature takes a -1 penalty on attack rolls, Search checks, and Spot checks). Action had just started charging when everything changed. He stares the priestess in the eyes, then laughs."Don't worry, brave Cuzco. Listen to what she claims, clearly were only dealing with a lunatic who has learned a few tricks." Taxa's eyes widen momentarily, and then he begins to chant furiously." Great Novak, lend me a warrior from your halls, that I may send you a worthy sacrifice,"he prays. Spoiler: IOC Hide Casting Summon Undead I to call up a skeleton as a full-round action, preferably in a flanking position with Casual. NecahualThe woman regards you as a battle-hardened warrior would regard a child playing soldier - with amusement. Your furious rage appears to have no effect on her. Atl'Atwater the bright flash, the woman remains as she had before. She continues to smirk at you. TlaxalYour skeleton arrives, standing beside Casual. However, it is still within the small area that you are all standing in, making this little plot of the platform even more crowded. IxtilonThe woman simply lets your fortification hang in the air, not responding for a moment. She then addresses you all: "Are you all quite done yet? Just let it all out. We'll talk once you're done; I doubt very much that there is anything you can do from there that can hurt either me or these wonderful worshipers around me, XXXXX,xxxix, XXXxxxxx, xXXxxxx, XXXxxxxX, XXxxxxxxxX, xxx, XXXXX?" This last part is guttural and croaking, and sounds very strange coming out of her. It is likely the language of the Mutual, though none of you can recognize any of the syllables. Casual roars and lunges forward, swinging wildly. Casual rushes forward a few feet, and then stops abruptly as if he had slammed into a particularly sturdy tree. There is no visible barrier, but evidentlysomethingis in the way. Taxa dismisses the skeleton in disgust." Congratulations, woman. You have captured the emissaries of the Cuzco, and doubtless you will soon kill us. But please, satisfy my curiosity before you send us to Novak's realm. What do you mean, that we have begun our own self-destruction? Surely this is the day the Cultural fall, not the Cuzco." A heavy swing with his yoke. It batters against nothing, and Casual bellows in rage and frustration. Two, three, four, five, six more strikes, nothing. The anger isn't so much spent as it is denied, pent-up inside now. He suddenly feels the pain of his wounds catch up with him, and sends a blob of blood and spittle at the woman, no doubt to be stopped as well. Sensing that they are in the presence of one who wields great power, ATL'ATL waits for his companions' rage to burn itself out. Casual's spittle does indeed stop, hitting the invisible wall that stand between the party and the mystery woman." My dear, misguided sweet lings. Did you really think that yours were the only gods with power? Yes, my sister planned all this along with those other arrogant fools you worship, but that does not mean that they alone controlled the elements. You see, being omniscient means I know things you do not, and being omnipotent means I can do things you cannot. That allows me to control both your fates and the fates of these frog-men at my whim! And they have even given me their semi-undivided worship! Just watch!" The woman flicks her fingers at one of the 'congregation', and the creature immediately explodes into gooey bits of brains and bones. None of the other Mutual so much as flinch." Now then, if you would direct your attention to the mountain behind me, the mountain you hold in such high regard, the mountain where my sister decided to set up shop, you can watch an even greater show. Behold, as your sad race is destroyed!" And with that line, a jet fire erupts from the top of Mount Lulu. "The Cuzco do not THINK that theirs are the only gods with power, we know it to be so. Clearly this is an act of our gods that you are simply trying to use. Action counters. When the mountain erupts however, he begins to pray fervently under his breath. TlaxalYou know nothing of whom this woman could be. She does claim to be the sister of someone, apparently Novak, but she doesn't match anything close to the description of what Novak (or a relative) would look like - a female Halfling with a bald head and hollowed eye sockets. She is, though, posing as a deity, and probably one of the Mutual. The markings on the rest of the shrine are consistent with what little you know of the Mutual religion - you aren't sure if they have an actual written language, but you have seen these loopy, squiggly symbols before.

The Cuzto Halflings|rating:3.0

-Between Worlds-

(Closed to Chris and I)​ {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Thalia sat in the darkness at the edge of the viaduct looking out into the darkness of the night listening to the sound of water drops slowly dripping from above to a small puddle across from her that was growing with each drop. Her knees pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around them as she couldn’t walk out, her body ached, sore and nothing like it once was. She could hear all the sounds of the city above in every direction, sometimes a voice or two from the bridge above. She tried thinking back, but everything was fuzzy, her head hurt the more she thanks about it. Reaching up and rubbing her head she could feel sore area as her fingertips caressed over it. Closing her eyes she recalled that night trying to place it all together.-Her fiancé Christopher was home in the early afternoon; she walked in while he was packing to leave for a job out of state. She could remember him going into the shower, and she followed him and them making love under the hot water. Thalia couldn’t recall anything after that till she ordered food out; she didn’t remember him leaving or the few hours afterward, or even the food arriving, but she could remember sitting out on the fire escape eating it because it was so hot in the city apartment. She remembered a cat rubbing against her and feeding it pieces of her sweet and sour chicken, then nothing after that till she was getting dressed for bed and the cat was watching her, coming in after her before she closed the screen down. After that everything went even foggier than the missing parts before. Thalia hugged her knees to her chest even tighter as she could remember feeling the weight upon her chest as she woke up and a dark figure over her, she couldn’t recall what he was saying either, it was all a blur, a bad movie. Thalia remembered screaming, and harp pains within her body, and after that everything went black.-She had been trying to put the pieces together of that night for days. Thylia sighed and stretched her one leg out as Samson came into view and stood there, he was much like her as far as her new form, he was her ‘guide’ he helped her cope with the knowledge she was dead and walked slightly among the living. If it wasn’t for him, she would have roamed aimlessly between the two worlds not knowing what had happened or where she was. He explained to her that she was dead and that in order for her to cross over she needed to find out who, and why. Thalia explained she didn’t know anything, and he assured her that she will know in time and to allow things to take their course, and then disappeared with the wind just as he appeared. Standing up she took one last look out into the darkness and turned, her hooves sounding with each step upon the cement slabs and shallow puddles, nothing was making sense and she needed answers. Curling up in the small room she now called home, in the abandoned subway she laid on the thin cot and closed her eyes, she could see him, smell him and yet not touch him, that was the worst of it all, she wanted to feel his arms around her again, she wanted to allow him to touch her like they once did, but that was impossible. Thylia feel to sleep, and her mind drifted, she could see undressing and crawling into bed, he looked so sad; he was there a perfect image in her mind. Trip Christopher had left the city in the highest of spirits. Thalia had said yes to his proposal. Even was awkward as she made it, the woman still chose to take his ring. His work was exploding, the money was good and the small trips out of the city were a minor inconvenience. When he came home, she greeted with wanting eyes. They lived for each other everything was good. They shared each other in the shower. Thalia's soft body against his still echoed in his mind as he settled in his hotel that night. He went to sleep thinking of the trip they had planned. She wanted to elope and he finally agreed. Their families wouldn't be pleased, but her happiness was more important than all of that. It wasn't often that you loved someone so much that it hurt.7:30 a.m. the following day. Christopher answered the phone noticing it was earlier than his scheduled wake-up call. The hours that passed became a blur, he flew back home and began the task that one never thought they'd have to do. The police told a gruesome story of a person breaking in. Thalia had been stabbed multiple times, and never made it out of the bed. They had no suspects, only apologies for his loss. It angered him, no it made his blood boil over. Raged filled his heart, wanting to find this person. Kill him, his family anything that made him. The nights before to funeral were the hardest. He felt as if Thalia was there but not herself. Reclusive, anxious, no sure of what she was doing? Why was he torturing himself like this? She was gone, taken by some thug who wanted petty cash. Now his mind gave him pictures of...tunnels? His fiancée hiding in the shadows afraid to come into his arms? He needed help. The days passed painfully slow, each one more difficult than the last. Christopher found himself staring into the mirror for over thirty minutes. Thalia's mother had to finish putting his tie on. He was a wreck on the way to the funeral. They had done a nice job, such a sad moment was given an oddly hopeful look. A small consolation to losing his soul mate. The people telling him the same thing over and over. Sorry for his loss, a foolish thing to say. It would have been better to say nothing at all. Hours passed slowly, and he sat alone at her graveside. The keeper giving him extra time to say his final goodbye. Thalia walked from the west end of the abandoned subway to the east, each day she got closer to leaving it then the day before. Each night drew her closer to going out into the darkness to him, each dream getting more intense and Thalia was finding it harder and harder to resist going to him. She turned and walked back though the hallow tunnel, her hooves echoing within the cement home. Thalia heard voices as she ducked within the old subway car and tucked herself down not wanting to be seen. She listened to the kids talk as they passed by the car; she closed her eyes as her head felt funny, sitting back upon the dirty floor as she held her head. Once the voices passed to where she couldn’t hear them anymore she stood up and walked out from the dirty abandoned car and back to her small cubbyhole of a room she now called home. Grabbing her cloak she slipped it on, black as the night, she drew the hood up and left it fall over the horns, she pulled he hands back within the sleeves and wrapped it around her. For the first time since Samson explained to her, she was caught between two worlds she was about to venture out into the one she left behind with the man she loved within it. Thylia stepped from the edge of the west side of the viaduct and walked slowly through the old subway, she took the steps quickly looking in every direction. Those last few steps were the big ones as she began to panic getting closer to the sidewalk of the city. If she didn’t do it now she never would. Thalia took the remaining steps and stood there looking at the macadam road, watching as a car came down it, and she quickly hid behind a trash dumpster., once it was by she stepped out and headed towards her old apartment that her and her lover shared together. As she rounded the corner a group of kids stood there, she stopped quickly and went to turn when one went running the opposite way, she turned and crossed the street and walked down the other side and then crossed back over again when she met the next block. The closer she got to the apartment the more upset she got. Thalia was getting angry, pissed that somebody did this to her, and she had no memory of it at all and reason why. Using the ladder to the fire escape she climbed up it and looked into the living room window, Chris was nowhere to be found, the apartment was dark. Thalia moved along the ledge and carefully stepped towards the bedroom window, once there she peered in and saw Chris sleeping in bed, she watched for about five minutes, the streetlight from the corner shined in, the bed was different, new nothing like their old one. Thylia sighed and inched her way back, jumping to the landing of the fire escape she quickly shimmied down the steps and ran back to the viaduct only stopping here and there to catch her breath. The hooves made it harder to run, but she quickly learned to maneuver them about as she ran down the steps, the sound echoing louder as she took them quickly and stopped to catch her breath. Returning back to her cement cell she laid upon the cot and closed her eyes, covering herself with her cloak she fell asleep with an ache in her heart. The following morning Thalia just laid there, eyes closed as more images appeared within her head, her mother with Chris, her family in groups and singular. They were all standing together, all dressed in black, she opened her eyes and the images went away, once she closed them again they reappeared, and it was then she really knew what Samson said was correct. Thalia saw images of herself in a casket laying there, her dress was pink, and her hair was long, black and curled. She sat up quickly and gasped a breath, as she felt as if she were about to hyperventilate. Tears fell from her eyes as she closed them and the images appeared once more, people gathered in groups, Thalia didn’t want to see no more, but the images wouldn’t stop, Thalia let out a loud scream, it seemed to go for miles within the long cement tunnel, she screamed again till she could scream no more. She just wanted to be home in bed with Chris, wrapped in his arms. Visions Christopher came home from the funeral a few hours after the sun had gone down. There wasn't anyone waiting for him at home, so it didn't matter when he dragged himself in. Each time he unlocked his door he wished that Thalia would be there on the other side. Telling him it was all some joke, or that he had dreamt it all. A product of a slow day at work, or a night of drinking too much with friends. It never happened, only the dark lifeless confines of their apartment. He tried to sleep, but he never could. Since the murder he had been hallucinating. Losing his grip on reality around him. Many times he lay in the new bed, seeing a dark tunnel. He'd never been there, but it looked so very cold. Christopher had been told that it was natural to go to dark places after a tragedy like this. Funny, it didn't seem natural. Natural was the fantasies he entertained of what he'd do to Thalia's murderer. They didn't consist of him in unknown areas' ore peering into windows. This night was different though. He saw more than he had before. The point of view was a little disorienting but soon, he oriented himself. It was his street, the slender hands climbing up the ladder and peered into their apartment. Who was that in the bed? Wait.it was him he was looking at himself while dreaming. An oddly terrifying dream to have, but it didn't seem like a dream. Christopher jolted up and looked out the window. A figure draped in a jacket ran out of his sight. A cold wave of sweat sent chills through his spine. A ghostly encounter if he had ever had one. If he had known it was Thalia, he'd of chased her to the ends of the earth." That was no dream..." Christopher muttered to himself the next day. He already had an idea. Perhaps the figure might come back, it could have been the man or woman that killed his wife. Tonight he would be ready. The next day passed quickly, before the sun dipped below the horizon once more. Christopher snaked his body back in bed. Facing the window, his eyes ever watchful. Maybe his new visitor would stop by again. The funeral was a hard blow to Thalia, seeing it through dreams or what could have been another’s eyes, it hurt seeing so much sorrow fill one room as she lay there in a casket, not able to tell anyone what she herself was feeling, or to reach out and touch them, or be held herself by strong arms that once enclosed her in them almost nightly. The day drug by, Thalia laid there in thought all day long, she could feel Chris’s presence when she thought about him hard enough. It was ripping her apart inside, Samson said things to her that didn’t make sense, she could be seen but she in her new form wasn’t exactly what she wanted her family, friends and lover to see her as. Thylia smoothed over the soft black fur that covered her legs from the knees down; she reached up and moved her fingers along the horns that came from her head, wondering why she couldn’t have come back as anything else but her current state. Samson explained that sometimes we don’t always get what we want and usually with a brutal murder such as hers that the new form represents that, he wouldn’t give her full details as to what happened, but he told her it wasn’t pretty by far. That evening she donned her black cloak once more and headed out, this night there was no hesitation leaving the west side of the viaduct and entering the main street as she walked the same course back to her old apartment. She stood down at the base of the fire escape and then carefully pulled down the ladder with a screeching sound and shimmied up it slowly and carefully as the old iron sounded with almost every step she took. The wind didn’t help as it made it shake back and forth as she tried to climb it. Reaching the landing she clung to the side of the building and walked across the ledge and lowered against the wall carefully as she peered through the window, seeing him lay there in his sleep, she sighed softly as her heart ached, she knew she needed to let him move on with his life and she herself needed to find out the truth behind the murder. Thylia sighed softly as she looked at him, the wind came and lifted her cloak hood and tossed it back as she quickly grabbed it with her free hand and fell backwards, and as she did an excruciating pain went through her spine. Before she knew it set of red wings sprouted from her back and carried her within the current as she flew about the air. Slowly she learned how to use them only crashing to the ground once as she headed back along the block her apartment was on and back to her cement cell of the underground subway. Christopher Christopher lay in bed waiting for the figure to come back. Thoughts coursed through his mind as to who it could be. He didn't call the police as it might have been any number of things. Some teenagers playing a prank, a potential thief, or even the murderer himself. Truthfully, he wished it was the thief. Time alone with the person who took everything from him, it would be....pleasant. A sick fantasy that he nurtured every night. It was then, in the darkest recesses of his mind he heard something. It more than likely was the wind, but his eyes gazed at that window. Hoping something would show its face that he could pursue it. Then he caught a glimpse, what in the world was it? Someone in a costume? It had to be kids playing a prank on him. Although why him, and he couldn't put his finger on what they were wearing. Christopher ran to the window in time to see the person at the viaduct down the road. How in the world did they get there that fast? You'd have to have wings to cover such a distance. If only Christopher actually knew right? He was chasing his fiancée. He climbed down the fire escape and ran down the street to the viaduct. It was lit poorly, but something told him he needed to press on. The knife that rested in his pocket gave him some type of security. So he pressed on down in the small corridor and into a series of tunnels. At least it'd be easy enough to get out, it was marked clearly. Why didn't you bring a flashlight ya damned idiot? He thought to himself, walking down into what looked like unused subway tunnels. Well tunnels that he hoped weren't used. Christopher walked slowly down the tunnels, it seemed familiar. He had dreamed about these, and someone within them. Sheer coincidence or was something else behind it? The thought of a teenager's prank didn't seem all that likely anymore." Hello!" Christopher called out looking around through the darkness. He recalled a female voice in his dream. Something about this didn't seem right, but he needed to know. "Is anyone down here?" Her fiancée called out. Thalia walked through the cement tunnel, her hooves scuffing the cement platform as she placed her hand upon her chest and felt her heart beating faster than normal within her chest. Leaning against the wall she bent forth catching her breath. Her hands untied the cloak as she reached around over her shoulder and felt the tips of her wings, she spread them open slowly and closed them folding them against her back only to open them again as she was trying to get used to them. Thylia heard the shuffling of feet coming down the steps to the platform she stood upon, her head snapped as she looked into the darkness her eyes peering around as she swiftly turned on the heels of her hooves and jumped down into the tracks and began to run towards her small cement cell. His footsteps echoed as he followed behind her, her heart raced within her chest as she jumped up from the tracks and slipped into a small area against the wall tucking herself fully in as she tried to blend into the darkness, then she heard a voice that caused her knees to tremble." Hello! Is anyone down here?" Chris called out. Thylia about fainted as he walked past her, she wanted to jump out and pounce on him, hug him tightly, but she didn’t she stood there stiff as a board almost in a panic. Thalia knew it was now or never, she wanted to pass out she could feel her body drifting along, just floating as everything went black and she fell hitting the hard cement floor. Discovery Christopher could feel someone in the area with him. Although he had no idea that it was his fiancée. His mind played more obvious scenarios as a thief, or the man who took her. The water dripping from the ceiling above didn't help his anxious mood. The man's body was completely on edge as he tried to peer through the poorly lit tunnels. The person he pursued looked different, their footfalls much louder than normal. Almost as if they were running barefoot. He turned around as he heard the thud across the cement floor. Something was close, just beyond the light in the corner. Christopher's hand slipped into his trousers and withdrew the knife. The glossy metal gleaming against any light that it met. Although what he found made him drop it letting it clank across the floor. He was speechless as the form that lay before him, it had a human face...but had other things as well. Morbid curiosity swept over him as he leaned down to look over the strange woman. The face that met his caused him to stumbled backwards falling on the knife. It left a nasty gash across his arm, but he hadn't even felt it. Thalia? No it couldn't be, this was some type of sick joke right? A dream, he just drank too much before he laid down. No he wasn't dreaming, he never went to bed." What...what is happening?" Christopher asked moving back over her. Blood trickling down his arm and off his fingertips. He picked up the cloaked woman, and carried her out from the filthy tunnels. This wasn't where she should be, Christopher was taking her home. The roads were barren, and the trip wasn't overly difficult to get her back to his apartment without being seen. The cool night air was greeted with warmth of their apartment. He laid her across the large couch that she had picked out only a few weeks ago. Something he was dead set against. He sat staring at the woman's face, everything was the same bar the odd horns, wings, and hooves. How could something like this have possibly happened?" Thylia." He whispered her name lightly. Leaning in giving his fiancée a light kiss across her pale lips. Thalia heard her name being called she wanted to open her eyes, but she knew it would be another dream of her past, as they were getting crueler with each one as if her past was taunting her over and over again. She felt a light kiss to her lips as her eyes sprung open, and she couldn’t breathe as she looked into Christopher’s eyes. She froze up as she lay there, not realizing where she was at first, like the whole thing had been a dream from the beginning as she realized she was on the couch she had picked out only weeks ago that he wasn’t very fond of. Quickly she sat up and looked at him, her hand rose to his face, and she looked at it and went quiet as she pulled it back quickly, and it all came clear. Thalia quickly covered herself up with her cloak and hid under it, as she went to go, but he was blocking her way. “Christopher I’m… I’m not the same as I once was. I’m different…a lot different and dead so it seems.” Looking around the apartment Thalia began to see things, dark flashbacks, and cried out from the headache that ripped through her head. Her pale hands reached from the ends of the cloak as she held her head within them and closed her eyes as she whimpered and then there was nothing but black images through her mind. The images left as she cried out, her hood falling back as she sat back down and looked to him, “That’s never happened before, it must be from me being back here. I wish I could explain this all Chris but I-I can’t I don’t even know what’s going on.” Thalia reached out and caressed his face, his flesh was warm unlike her own, and hers was cold just like a dead body. “I was told I’m caught between worlds and this is the body I have now of a demons. Samson said I need to find out what happened I have no memory of it fully just bits and pieces…” Thalia knew it was a lot for them both to take in, and she wasn’t happy at her new form either. “Believe it or not, I could see you, I saw you at work, I say my own funeral like I was seeing through another’s eyes.” She reached out and wrapped her arms around him; her body barely dressed but in something she would have never worn as the old Thalia. Her body was covered in black leather and fishnets that was a far from what she would normally wear. “It’s cold in her Christopher…” she said as she looked around. “I live in a cement cell now, the viaduct. Not sure why there but for some reason that’s where I showed up, maybe a clue to what happened not sure. I just know I’m lost. I wish I could explain it to you…” Embrace Christopher backed away as Thalia reacted much the same as he had in the tunnels outside the viaduct. The whole scene was surreal, she was here and had the body of something he might see in a medieval painting. Yet it was real, and he couldn't have been happier. Thalia's body might have changed yes...but her eyes were just as he remembered. He pulled away from her embrace grasping a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Rubbing it lightly against the pale flesh of her body. The thought of her being cold and alone was almost too much for him to bear. It didn't have to be that way anymore, he'd never let her go again. "Shh Thalia, I don't care what this is. You're here again, and in my arms." Christopher's hands ran down the dark hair, lightly tugging at it resting his head against her shoulder. "I didn't know where else to bring you Thalia, forgive me." Hands wrapped around her shoulders lightly massaging them. He didn't know what else to do, what she looked like mattered little. It was her voice that only existed in his dreams until now." We can piece what you lost back together right? Our thoughts have been shared, I felt how much loneliness you had in that dark tunnel." A hand reached down and intertwined with hers. The young man held onto her shoulder tightly. He cared not for her demons appearance." My beautiful Thalia." He whispered quietly in her ear, lightly kissing at her neck. Thalia seemed more worried about her appearance than her lover was, she watched as his eyes looked over her new form, he didn’t seem to mind it where she was shocked at first but then again, she wasn’t aware when he first saw her, which would have been the initial shocker for him as it was her. She felt his arms unwrap from her as she watched him release her and move away, at first she had no clue as to why, but when he grabbed a blanket and wrapped her within it rubbing his hands all over her, she sighed softly and looked to him, her once red eyes now blue again, blue as the tropical waters with that same shimmer within them as she always had when calm and relaxed. Thylia saw sadness within his eyes as she reached up and cupped his face and smiled to him as he spoke allowing her thumb to move across his lips. “I think it’s easy for you to say those words you’re not the dead one...but it could be worse, I could still be alone and down in the viaduct.” She nuzzled against his hand as it moved through her dark tress, feeling his head rest against her shoulder as her fell suit and laid upon his as she wrapped her arms around him as he spoke. “Chris, there’s no reason to apologize as much as I dislike being back here it’s where I need to be to put this all together. This wasn’t random Chris, I know it there was something I was murdered for, and I need to find out why, and I need your help.” Thalia felt his hands upon her shoulders as he massaged then, she sighed and closed her eyes and just relaxed within his arms. "We can piece what you lost back together right? Our thoughts have been shared; I felt how much loneliness you had in that dark tunnel." She heard him say as she lifted her head and felt his hand upon hers as their fingers entwined as one. “I have no choice, I need to piece it together I’m just not sure where to start.” He was right she was lonely during that time in the darkness and in the abandoned subway, but to go to him took time. “It was the worst feeling in the world, a feeling I never enjoyed. It was dark for what seemed forever, and then it was as if I was watching movie clip after movie clip, afraid, alone, then Samson appeared and disappeared again and again never making sense as to what he was saying, it was all riddles that need to be solved. I’m not sure the viaduct has a part in it all or not.” Thylia choked up when she heard him call her ‘his beautiful Thalia,’ something he always said to her, and she knew it came from the heart with him, they were soul mates, fate brought them together in the first place and karma and kismet brought them back once again. Her eyes closed as she felt the kiss to her neck, she rolled her head a bit to the side as she felt his touch, so warm against her coolness as her free hand caressed his back, her nails long and sharp clawing lightly upon it. Intimate Christopher's body pressed against hers. The woman's cool features met his warm frame. There was something oddly pleasant about the contrasting body temperatures. Thalia's hand came to his cheek, holding his face lovingly. At that moment his eyes met hers, and all was forgotten. Soon enough he was brought back to reality, she was gone in some fashion. The woman's mortal body gone replaced with this new one. Thalia's entire frame rested against his for but a brief moment The plan she had been simple, something he had been trying to do himself. Although now there was more to be had than simple revenge. Apparently Thalia was required to find out why this happened, in order to receive some type of peace or her body returned. "I'll do anything to help Thalia. Perhaps if we got the police report we could look ourselves. I was told the case had little leads, but we're not bound by their rules." He confessed his darker desires. There wasn't any point in hiding them after all. She could see into his mind, and no doubt such violent thoughts would be in her mind as well. Their hands intertwined as he kissed at her neck lightly. "You don't have to be alone anymore. I'm here, you'll never feel the dark loneliness again. We'll find out who did this to you, and make them pay. Then you can have your peace." Christopher didn't know if that meant she'd have to leave him once more. He didn't want to think about it, she was here for now. The slender frame he slept with every night. She was his once more. A pair of hands guided down to her hips turning her around lightly. Their noses brushed against one another before he kissed her deeply. Thalia's cool lips met his in a tight passionate embrace. Christopher's hands toying with her clawed fingers, moving ever lower over her different frame. Gliding over the fishnets over her thighs, pulling her firmly against his waist. His body was like fire to her cold one, his breaths so hot and hers almost cool and when the two met it was instant excitement. Thalia raked his back again, this time she left red trails upon his warm flesh, having no idea that she was doing it that hard as she pressed herself against him, just letting him hold her and give her back that security she once had with him. Her hands pulled back as she nuzzled his face with her own she looked to his eyes and caressed his cheeks once more with the tips of her claw tips, “I know you will help Chris, I never had a doubt there, but I can’t go out in the daylight like this, can you imagine what people would do? I’d be the next big thing on Jerry Springer and in the enquirer.” Thalia said trying to lighten the mood more.“I’ll leave those things to you, I can’t walk into a police department and ask for it, imagine that...” she chuckled. Her hands dropped to rest upon his, she felt his fingers move and lock with hers again as she gave a squeeze to his in reassurance. She always loved when he kissed her neck, her eyes closed as her chest rose high and dropped slowly. Everything he said to her Thalia knew it wasn’t just said to appease her, he meant his words, and she could tell it in his voice and see it in his eyes from the way he looked to her. “Please, please make sure you want to do this Chris, once we start it there isn’t any turning back. I need you to understand there could be danger in it for you as well, they can’t kill me again.” He guided her with his hands as their noses brushed together and then their lips, Thalia pressed against him hard as she parted her lips and licked across his and then slipped her cool tongue within his warm mouth and released a soft moan to him. Thylia loved the way he touched her, she missed it, she could feel the thick netting caress her flesh as he moved his hands and fingertips along it. She let him explore her, not stopping him nor did she wish it to stop, at that moment, but she did want a shower, even the dead sweat she thought. Breaking the kiss she licked her lips and looked to him, “mind if I shower?...or take one with me?” Hmm Christopher's hands glided against her cool pale flesh. Thalia's body so different from before, but her voice and face were the same. Their hands intertwined once more as she brought up the idea of a shower. She probably needed it, but the idea of both of them sharing a shower? She wouldn't need to ask again, the answer was written across his flushed face. A small smile crept across his features, as he spoke what she most likely already knew." I'll be your eyes during the day...." He commented lightly on the idea of her not being able to leave while the sun was up. It was short and to the point, hopefully she'd find comfort in that fact. Christopher began to pull away from her toned frame, until his arm tugged on her lightly towards the bathroom. Never in his wildest fantasy did he believe that he'd be taking a shower with his fiancée after her death. As for her currently in a demons's body? Well that'd be a first as well. Their bathroom was larger than normal, the large tub sat away from everything else. Specifically so they could shower and bathe together. Thalia always liked that...well Christopher did too. A hand flicked towards the light as it came into full view. Christopher dipped down and turned the knob over, soon enough steam filled the room wafting down around them. He dipped his hands around her fishnets to try and take them off of her new frame. The strained look on his face became evident as he didn't have the first clue as to how to take them off. A light chuckle parted from his lips as he seemed to remove them tugging lightly at her hips. "You get those off ok? I think I'll only tangle you up more love." A glance met hers as he tugged at the shirt he wore over his shoulders. It was then he noticed the blood that stained the right sleeve. The cut didn't hurt, but it still trickled lightly. He ignored it for the time being, his hands gliding over his trousers and boxers letting them fall to the floor as well. Shoes hastily kicked off, before he'd take her hand when she was ready. Leading the demons...his demons Thalia into the shower. Thalia left a grin move across her face, she quickly forgot about her furry legs from the knees down and the horns upon her head as well as the wings that disappeared into her back and left him take her to a place she once knew with him. She could see his answer within his face, she knew he was ready to jump in and share the hot water with her in a heartbeat and that was a soothing thought." I'll be your eyes during the day...."he said as she felt a bit of relief taken from her chest.“Thank you, Chris, it means a lot to me.” She said as felt him pulling away from her and when his fingers were the only thing touching her she felt them curl and tug her pointing her towards the bathroom. This would be a task for her, seeing herself fully naked in the bright light before a mirror, she wasn’t sure if she was even ready for that, was he? Thylia loved the apartment for the bathroom, when he turned the light on; she smiled and looked over everything. The large tub for two or more was what sold her the place to begin with, a place where they shared many a nights sitting in, filled to the hilt with bubbles and making love in the water having a huge mess to clean from the floor when done but oh so well worth it thought and chuckled a bit. She heard the water begin to run as he began the shower letting it heat up. She watched as he moved closer and tried to remove her fishnets and she laughed and shook her head. “Guess I should have worn these when I was among the living, huh?” Thylia watched him undress and seen the blood on his shirt and then the wound as he undressed, “I hope I didn’t do that Chris...” as she reached and wet the cloth over the sink and wiped the blood away trying to see how bad it was. “I don’t think it will need stitches, its looks slightly deep though.” Taking a deep breath she released it and began to undress herself placing the clothing aide, knowing she could wear something from her old wardrobe if she wanted to or wear something of him. She looked him in the eyes as she bared herself slowly to him, she was having a real hard time and just closed her eyes and stripped down and never bothered to look at herself she didn’t want to see her body in its newest form. She reached for him hand, and he couldn’t get her in the shower any fast than she moved. Shower Christopher gave her a soft grin as she thanked him. It was nothing to him, she'd know he'd do most anything for her. The man would die if he found him. It didn't matter if he did it for his family or sheer greed. He took what he loved and changed her into something that she didn't want. The demons that stood before him this very moment." It's nothing Thalia, I fell in the tunnels onto the knife. I didn't know what I was doing with it anyway. I was angry and wanted to find the person...you know." He dropped the sentence there, now was about them and not the person who separated them. "I don't even feel it to be honest. A silly accident." Christopher let her tend the gash before watching her undress. It was strange, she was something that was thought to be myth. The pale naked frame before him made his heart quicken. Blood coursing through his tanned frame, the soft length of his manhood swelling with each passing second. As she finished they met in the shower and the curtain was pulled to conceal them. Thylia would notice his eyes traveling over her new almost alien body lustfully. It didn't take long before his lips kissed down her body, lightly lapping at the large swell of her pale breasts. Lips kissed over the pink nipples lovingly before meeting her in a kiss once more. "I've missed the taste of your skin love." Christopher's kisses rained downwards to the side of her neck. White teeth biting against the flesh playfully, they always loved biting. “Nothing Chris? Sheesh, you’re cut pretty deep so it’s something” she said as she wiped it clean looking it over and making sure he didn’t need stitches. Which brought a question to mind, if she were cut would she bleed? Most likely no was the answer, and she wasn’t in the mood to find out either. “Yes baby I know,” she answered as they headed towards the shower. Turning her head to him, she snickered, “I probably wouldn’t feel it either,” she said and then winked. Thylia needed to get used to who she now was, and what she was, talk about getting comfortable in your skin she really knew the meaning in that phrase. She knew he didn’t have an issue with the way she looked, to him, she was still his Thalia, and it showed when she watched his eyes move over her, and she looked back noticing the arousal between his thighs. Dead or not she still had that feeling, that desire to want him if anything the feeling was stronger than before, maybe not in the same way this time around she had more aggressive thoughts when it came to seeing them in bed together, what she wanted from him and wanted to give back. He escorted her into the shower and closed the curtain behind them, she stood there under the falling hot water and just groaned out as it fell over her, feeling it cascade down her head and over her body as she raised her arms and ran her fingers through her hair. Her head tilted to the side as she watched him step closer, his hands held her hips as she felt her chest rise up high as his mouth moved to her breasts and began to kiss her pale flesh as she moaned out and closed her eyes partially as she watched him, she felt him as her fingers gripped his hair and moved his head slowly back and forth letting his lips move over her hard rosy nip. Thylia tugged his head up and let their lips meet again, listening to him speak as she gasped and groaned to his touches…his words. He kissed along her neck as she tilted her head for him, feeling the love bites that followed. Out of nowhere Thalia tugged his hair with her fingers and returned the favor. She tilted her lovers head as she opened her mouth and raked her teeth along his neck and across his defined shoulder and bit the ball of it with a feminine growl. Her tongue slipped from her mouth as she slid it back across his shoulder to the nape of his neck and bite there sucking the flesh within her mouth and then released it as she looked to him.“Might be best if we shower first?” Chris eyed Thalia as she worked on the gash on his arm. It might have looked back, but he didn't feel it. The blood trickling down his arm had more of a sensation than wound itself. He'd bandage it up later, but he had more pressing matters at hand. After all, he needed to clean the wound first right? What better place than in the shower, he was just distracted at the moment really. Thylia was responding all too well to his kisses. Something he didn't mind at all really, but soon enough she did something that went above the physical changes. Her slender hands dug into his hair pulling him to the side. Even if he wanted to, he'd doubt he could have stopped her. Christopher saw the pearly whiteness of her teeth before she dipped below his view at her neck. She'd never bitten before, and whenever he did, she usually made him stop. It burned lightly as she ran her teeth down to his shoulder biting once again. A pair of red streaks showed that she put a little pressure behind it as well. Christoper loved it. Their eyes met when she mentioned continuing with their actual shower. He had forgotten where he was completely. Thalia's eyes looked hungry, and it was clear what she wanted. Christopher wished to pin her against the wall right there." Ok love." He smiled, grasping at the shampoo. Lightly squeezing a quarter sized amount he lathered her hair lovingly. As the water splashed across her back he lightly ran his hands through her soapy hair. A thumb ran across her forehead, so none could run into her eyes. Christopher simply grinned at her playfully. "I liked that...." He confessed about her biting. He backed off and began to shampoo her hair as she smiled and stood there still for him, her eyes looked within his, and she didn’t hide the fact that she had a need to be filled. His thumb went across her brow as he took away the bubbles from the shampoo that was headed for her eyes. She closed them and then reopened them letting hers catch his looking back. He could see her desire, her need and her lust, it wasn’t the same Thalia back in that sense, this one was more aggressive than the old, she wasn’t the shy one, or the conservative girl, she was more fitting her form now." I liked that...." he said to her as she leaned her head back placing it under the hot water letting him move his fingers threw it to wash out the shampoo. She dropped her eyes and watched as the water ran clean down her upper chest and over her breasts. Thylia turned her back to him as she took the shampoo and added a dollop to her hand as she began to shampoo her one leg from the knee down, and then the other as she could feel him looking at her wet naked form as she bent over before him, her hooves were small and fitting of her size which made it easier for her to maneuver about with them. She could feel his erect cock press between her rounded cheeks now and then; she could feel the tip slide across her wet cheeks as she moved back and forth before him feeling the water over her back and head. Once done she stood up and looked back over her shoulder to him with a glint of lust within her dark blue hues. She licked over her lips as she turned to face him, the water barely running over her back and shoulders as she leaned to him, her hand rose to cup the one side of his face as she licked his lips. Her free hand reached down as she curled her fingers around his meat and stroked him, her growl was soft as she spoke, “You like when I bite baby? You like when my teeth rake your skin and when I bite? You miss my hand around your cock, or the feel of being in me?” She squeezed his meat tighter as the water made for a nice lubricant as she jerked him as she moved her head off to the side and ran the tip of her tongue from the nape of his neck to the ball of his shoulder once more and when she back tracked she bites every inch of him till she reached his nape where she bit hard and growled at him. Releasing she licked the spot and pressed her cheek to his, “want me lover?” she asked him in a whisper, her breath surprisingly held a warmth to it as she placed his cock between her thighs and pressed the head between her swollen cunt lips, her head leaned back as she pressed her hips to his pushing him into her just the head first as she rode it. “Want me Christopher?” she asked in a raspy demonic female voice. Showering Christopher's hands glided nearly effortlessly through Thalia's hair. Washing the foamy liquid down her frame, and into the shower drain. It was strange, this was Thalia before him the same woman, but her frame was new to explore. Almost as if it was their first time once again. It was surreal to say the least, but what happened next surprised him. Thylia's frame turned and bent over before him. The full length of his desire brushed between her cheeks. An electric surge coarse through his length before he slipped from between her firm globes. He had never done that with Thalia before, but it was hard not to grasp her thighs and take her while she presented. Christopher's eyes glanced down as her clawed hand gripped his length. Stroking it carefully at first before squeezing it tightly, as she stroked him rougher his head swelled to a purplish hue. He liked it...no he loved it as she began to bite his shoulder and neck once more. A heavy groan escaped his lips when she bites him one final time. A lustful stare met hers as he smirked at Thalia once more. The question didn't require an answer, she could feel the thick solid length of his cock responding to her swollen slick lips. "Mm hmm." Christopher answered without a word, his hands sliding one of her legs around his hips. Giving him better access to her. Christopher's hips pushed forward claiming Thalia once more as his. Pale white teeth came into view before he bit rather roughly against her neck. A mark to show anyone that she was his. His hands, glided around to the firm globes of her ass, holding the demons down on his pulsing length. They looked within each other’s eyes as they stood in the steamed up shower, she felt alive with him, he was always able to bring things out in her that nobody else could. She wasn’t pleased being back in their apartment, but she was able to push that from her mind and focus on what she was feeling within. His hand slid along her slick thigh as he drew her leg up to his hips where she wrapped it around him and felt him push forth into her as she growled softly feeling the thick swollen cap press within her as she arched her back and accepted her lover inside her as she tossed her head to the side, the wet strands stuck to her face as she looked at him now through half closed eyes. Christopher returned her bite, she closed her eyes fully as he bit her back upon the nape of her neck, and she wrapped her arms around him tighter as her one hand pressed against the back of his head holding his face tucked into her nape as she raked her one hand down his back again and again as he moved within her. Her form was a lost art as she fell into a place that nothing else mattered but him and her. Thalia lifted her other leg up and locked her furry lower legs around his waist locking her hooves as she felt him drive into her, feeling him rooting around deep within the depths of her cunt as she growled out. Leaning her shoulders back against the wall she gasped and moaned as he took her, her breast harder…faster as he pumped into his demonic lover. “F-fuck…god…yes-s-s-s” she said as her body pressed against the wall fully now as his hips slammed into hers. Christopher's hips met Thalia's in a euphoric embrace. He held himself tightly against the woman's slender new frame. Slowly his hips took her, teasing the woman's quivering depths. The hot water washing down around their bodies with each slow powerful thrust. Something he had been without for too long without his love. The warm wet fur of her legs wrapped around his waist completely. An odd click as her hooves bumped together. It was all so strange but, it couldn't have been more of a turn on. It is completely primal or animalistic. Christopher's strong hands gripped a bit rougher on her ass. Slapping lightly against the sensitive pale cheeks. His teeth left her neck, sliding slowly up to her lobe as she cursed. Thalia's cursing in bed always made him go further. Yup, Christopher did enjoy pillow talk. "You like that Thalia? My thick length taking you again? I've missed you so much." Christopher almost whispered before licking at her ear, nibbling against the sensitive flesh. Thalia’s hip ground hard against her lover’s, she swirled one way and then the other and moaned out as she tossed her head to the side feeling her hair whip around as she pushed forth letting him push back as she felt him enter her tight wet depth. His hands gripped her ass tightly as he felt a slap to her ass; something he’s never did before while they made love or had any sexual encounter before. She looked to him with a sheepish grin as thrust her hips forth as hard as she could and cried out in pleasure. His bite was a turn on to her, it hurt as he sunk his teeth into her place cool flesh, and she gasped a breath and released a whimper as she heard him speak. They always had the pillow talk between them but this time it was more raw and lewd than before. She was realizing that with this change in her form, it also changed what she liked in bed and caused her to be more aggressive." You like that Thalia? My thick length taking you again? I've missed you so much." Her hips held there feeling each piercing pounding of his hips against hers as she moaned, “F-fuck yes-s-s, t-take me hard and d-DE-e-ep” she whispered back as she totally wrapped herself around him. He nibbled her ear as she clenched his cock with her pussy and squeezed hard. Her head tilted to the side as she bit him on the shoulder, it was a far cry more than a playful love bite. Her fingernails raked his back hard as she pumped her full of his human meat, her hips moved back in synch with his as she got verbal again.“That’s it lover, M-m-m-m that’s the place, ye-s-s-s right….there, god make me cum baby and fuck me hard.” She whispered to his ear as she moved her nails all along his upper back. Thalia groaned out loudly as her eyes closed, her gut ached to cum, her body his once more as they met as one again. Christopher didn't need to be told how hard to take her. It was the only place this once gentle loving couple could go. So strange, how they both accepted this new aggressive, and even painful side to sex. It had never been this rough before, but then again. Christopher had never been so alive as he had been right now. It didn't take long for him to be brought back from his day-dreaming. Thalia's teeth sank against his shoulder. He already knew she had drew blood from him, but it was only fueled to punish her elsewhere. Christopher's hips took her harder than before. Pinning the young demons against the shower wall, their hips looked red and swollen where they collided. Red welts could be felt along his back when she scratched him. Christopher caught her lips in a rough kiss, tasting the blood across her lips. She did break the skin...and he liked the thought of it. The kiss was short-lived, as she whispered again into his ear. A slight tone of her voice begging could be heard." So soon....my.love?" A teasing question, but he was more than happy to oblige. A hand smacking against her ass once more, the heavy pounding of his cock quickened. "Right there baby, show me how hard you can cum Thalia." "So soon....my...love?" He asked her as he bounced her on his meat, feeling the smack to her ass as she groaned"Right there baby, show me how hard you can cum Thalia." He said as she looked into his eyes and growled softly, the sound lingering from her lips as she bounced herself hard down on his cock and squeezed feeling him hit that one spot that forced her over the edge as she released with a loud moan, her body tensing up as she gripped as tight as she could around him, her head lowered as she bit him again as she pumped her cunt upon his stiff prick, she licked the open wound tasting his inner essence but not like a vampire would, like an aggressive lover would. He brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm; she licked along his shoulder to his ear as he impaled her again and again upon his steel pole. Her lips pressed to his ear as she whimpered while riding out her pleasure. Her breaths hot her voice raspy, “turn the water off and let’s continue this elsewhere so you can fuck me hard again and make me cum but this time with you when you do.” Her fingertips raked his back again as she forced her hips against his, “M-m-m-m lover take me from behind, and take me hard and rough,” she growled at him as her hips ground against his feeling the head of his cock within her depths. Thalia licked her lips of his blood and squeezed him as she leaned her head back and took a deep breath as she looked into his eyes, “make me cum again and again…” Ouch Christopher felt that Thalia was growing closer. She felt different, but the way she carried herself remained the same. He hadn't expected her to come crashing down around his cock like she did. The woman's slick tunnel clamped down on his cock, greedily milking it wanting him to spill his hot cum deep in her depths. He refused to do so....by the skin of his teeth. Thalia's teeth sank against him once again, that time he felt it. The wound offered a little more to her as she licked it.“turn the water off and let’s continue this elsewhere so you can fuck me hard again and make me cum but this time with you when you do.” She whispered huskily against him. Thalia wouldn't have to talk him into taking her anywhere else. He met her hungry lips with a deep forceful kiss, wrestling his tongue along hers. Christopher's hand carefully leaned down turning the water off. The steam harmlessly disappearing around them. He'd take her to the living room, the bedroom might have a bad effect on her. A hand unlocked her legs from his hips, letting him fall from her tight depths. His eyes traveled down her hips taking in her hooked feet. He couldn't help but think they were cute. Draping a towel over her voluptuous frame the jaunt back to the living room." From behind love? Mmm, I think that can be arranged." The hand that guided her was gentle, but she knew it wouldn't be so for long. Christopher's length glistened in the cool room, swollen and aching to have her once again. Sliding behind her effortlessly he pushed her over the couch. His thick heavy cock, pressed against her slit. The head disappearing into her once more. Pinning Thalia against the soft leather couch. "So tight... Thylia." Christopher groaned as he began taking her from behind. Her plump ass welcoming his hips with each light collision. She felt his arm go back as the water stopped, she knew he was doing as she asked and she desired. Her mouth crashed into his, the kiss was hot and passionate, they kissed deeply as their tongues lashed against each other, dancing in a dirty way as they rubbed and entwined. Thylia felt his hand reach back and unlock her legs, her hooves sounding as they kissed the bottom of the tub. She watched his eyes lower and look her over, the new form which seemed to excite him, if she could change time she would have come to him when she first realized she was no longer walking in the same world as him, but things happened for a reason good and bad, she just needed to find out why but that wasn’t important at the present time, what was, was the raw sex she was about to have with her lover…again and possibly again as her sexual appetite seemed to triple since her demise. She watched as he offered her the towel, wrapping it about her as they moved to the living room where she turned to him by the couch and looked at him as he asked her that question followed by the statement,"From behind love? M-m-m, I think that can be arranged." His hand guided her around and placed her towards the couch; her hands met the back as she slid her hooves apart and lifted her ass up to him in offering. From the back he could see her slick nether lips part, her clit still hard as it peeked from between her puffed lips. His hand pressing her back down further making it arch under his fingertips as her bare breasts dangled, her nipples puckered and erect as she growled at him. Thylia felt his tip at her juicy fuck hole, as she tossed her head up and back and licked her lips and then moaned as he nailed her within as he slid his meat into her in one thrust. She groaned and wiggled her ass against him, hearing him talk about how tight she was, and then groaning from the feel of her cunt wrapped around his cock like a tight glove. He found a steady rhythm as she fell into place, her hips slammed back feeling him stab her again and again, rougher the better, the better caused her to thrash before him, and fucking him like the wild little bitch she turned into.“M-m-m-m god yes Lover, harder don’t hold back baby!” she growled and matched him thrust for thrust. Christopher's eyes glanced down to Thalia's round ass. The long length of his cock disappearing until his hips collided with her firm cheeks. Her heavy panted breaths mingled with his. It was then his eyes glanced upwards and took in Thalia from behind. The soft leathery wings clung tightly to her back, and he could see the tips of her horns as she gripped at the sofa with all her might. The sight made him light-headed, but her voice cut through all of that bringing him back.“M-m-m-m god yes Lover, harder don’t hold back baby!” He had no intentions of holding back, just letting her adjust to his cock once more. Christopher's body swelled, tight sinewy muscles visible along his shoulders and chest. His arms surged, the veins becoming more prevalent as he pulled her down harder onto his heavy pole. He began breathing harder, every time his cock slid from her, she clenched milking his cock. Christopher knew he wouldn't get by again without cumming, she'd make sure of that. Each time their bodies collided, a heavy wet slap would echo throughout the apartment. A hand dipped over to her waist, sliding down before finding her nub. Peeking out from the hood begging for attention. A pair of fingers glided over it slowly at first, pushing the nub playfully side to side. The fingers began to move quicker, into a near blue visible to Thalia if she were to peek down her pale frame." Are you getting close love? You're doing soon well. Milking...me..." A light groan from his lips escaped. Capturing the nub between the two fingers tugging on it. Thalia watched over her shoulder as she looked to her lover feeling him enter her over and over at a nice steady pace. Her body nudged back and forth as he took what was once his and still is even if they didn’t really walk the same realms in a sense. She looked to his eyes as they lifted she groaned softly as her wings slightly opened and then returned tightly against her back, her ass rose with each thrust of his cock into her moist hot cunt, she squeezed and felt him drive into her deep as she pushed back hard meeting him with each thrust. Thylia watched as his eyes moved over her, she sensed him tense up within her and throb as he did, she knew in her mind that he didn’t care if she had horns, hooves and her flesh was cool and pale if anything it seemed to turn him on, which made the transition easier for her to accept, knowing now that he would have accepted it from day one if she had approached him, or thought he would. Before she turned her head about she noted how his muscles began to show more than ever before, everything seemed different yet the same, it was an odd feeling, but she pushed it all from her mind as she felt him pile drive her cunt from behind, feeling him deep within her gut as he took his girl harder and rougher than ever before. His breaths grew deeper and faster much like her own as she listened to their bodies collide as they made love again. His face contorted as he took her Thalia closed her eyes as she could see it in the darkness feeling him banging her harder and harder as she quickly gave back lifting as she groans and slightly snarled tossing her head about as a whimper released from her lips. His hand smoothed over her flesh as she felt his fingers between her thighs, feeling him tease across her throbbing swollen clit as she tossed her head back and cried out pressing her cunt against his hand as she rocked between his hand and his groin fucking him as it became hard for her to breathe normally. He spoke, and then she felt him pinch her clit between his fingertips as her cunt ground hard to his hand, “F-fuck me…y-yes I’m close.” Thalia moaned as her hips fucked him hard back and forth pounding his groin with her tight ass as she felt him spear her with his meat. Each time she felt him tug her clit she cried out and fucked him back hard as she could, her breaths irregular as she moved like the little wild horny sexual beast she now was. Thalia bucked back and forth, her lithe form banging him hard, pumping her pussy upon his prick without a care in the world. Christopher's eyes glanced downwards at her wings, seemingly coming to life of their own accord. Expanding lightly before clinging back tightly to her frame. It was something alien, that he couldn't understand. It didn't matter, the matter at hand was their reunion. Furthermore, it was angry and forceful. Something they both were enjoying more than they would care to admit afterward. His fingers continued lightly tugging on her swollen clit. Stroking the swollen nub as best as he could manage. Their hips colliding every other second, plowing his length within her walls. She seemed warmer than before, even in the shower. A drastic contrast to how cool she was when the first met. Christopher's other hand reached down where her thigh and groin met. Squeezing the flesh roughly, pulling his body as close to her as he possibly could. Thalia's admission echoed what his own mind was screaming. He was close as well, the familiar burning had begun to creep throughout his body." Mmm, I'm....almost...there..." He answered her statement. Christopher's grinding had grown more labored, the speed from his thrusts lessened. Instead, he took her harder, holding the length of his cock within her walls. Slowly he inched his way closer and closer to cumming. He hissed, as his body boiled. Unable to push it further. "Cum....cum with me." He whispered barely audible, as he gripped her thigh and clit roughly. Christopher's thick length, tensed and erupted inside Thalia. Thick jets of his seed filled her quickly. The slick tight walls of her pussy, milked him further. She was his again.... They were together. Thalia moved her hips with his, she lifted and dropped her head as they continued to make love once more only this time it was raw and rough which they both seemed to enjoy, from the thickness of his length and the feel of how hard he was she knew that this was something he was fully finding pleasure in. Her hips ground back against his groin as she felt the thick knob within her belly as his fingers teased her clit; he tugged it as she arched her back and raised her head crying out as her cunt pressed down upon his hand coating it with her pussy juice. He pushed and pulled her within his hands, one upon her hip and the other between her thighs using her swollen flap of flesh as she felt him tug it again pulling her back with it as well as her hip. His hand slipped down as she felt him squeeze her flesh almost like a pinching within his fingers as she bucked back hard and dropped her head and groaned out. Her fingers gripped the couch tightly as she bucked between it and him. She was getting erratic with her movements, she swallowed his cock up with her cunt every time they met as one, she moaned with his groans as she felt their sweat covered flesh slide against each other, and sound off as they slapped hips to hips. Thylia felt him slow his pace as he moved in and back out and then gripped her and held her there against him as she squeezed him over and over, squeeze and release as she breathed heavily. She could feel him throbbing, she knew it was soon time as she was ready to get off with her lover once again.“Yes, fuck I’m c-cumming…n-now-w-w!” she cried out as she arched hard and forced herself on him as hard as she could grinding and manipulating his cock with her pussy, feeling him cum with her as the splashes of hot seed filled her depths as she felt theirs mesh as one, once more completing a union between them. Thalia squeezed and held around him milking him fully till he had nothing left and then with him in her, she relaxed over the couch and till she regained her breaths. Christopher's cock continued to tense each time Thalia milked him from her orgasm. The woman remained the same, but her body was stronger and seemed to have a mind of its own. A small price to pay for him to be rejoined with his love. His hips moved lightly still against her suckling pussy. Each slight movement sending a dull ranging ache through his cock. The hands retreated back, resting on each sides of her hips. He chuckled lightly pulling from her folds. A hissing sigh passing from his lips as his swollen length fell from her resting against his thigh. It didn't take long until he fell down to the couch, tugging Thalia on top of him. Resting her chest to his he kissed lovingly on her cheeks and nose. He shared a deep gaze with Thalia for a moment. Even now his eyes still appeared hungry, wanting her again. He'd offer a wide grin, intertwining his fingers with hers. Seemingly content to feel her pressing against him, he was almost possessive. If she walked around a corner he feared she might disappear." Not twenty minutes out of the shower and here we are a mess again." Christopher laughed lightly, a thumb running up to her hair. Trailing it through the silken strands. Curiosity had grabbed him though, and he began to thumb over the horns slightly. Exploring them gently, as he didn't want to alarm her." How...do they feel? Thalia lowered her head, her body held there before him over the couch as she felt his hands slide around to her hips and settle there as she gasped her next breath and blew it out with a soft lingering moan of satisfaction. His cock slid from within her and the gush of meshed warm slick cum seeped out and down along her inner thighs. She felt his body turn to the right and with him, she went following suit as he felt to the couch and sat there taking her sleek for along with as she laughed and squirmed to get situated. Her back rested against the high arm of the couch, her ass settled between his thighs and her legs stretched out as her hands smoothed the top of her half fur covered slender legs. She turned to the side and twisted and moved around again as she straddled her legs over his, her knees to the back of the couch and slid forth pressing her breasts against his chest watching as his head leaned in, and his lips tenderly kissed her cheek as well as her nose. Thylia lifted her hands and rested one on his shoulder and the other she used turning her hand sideways as she brushed away the hair from his sweaty brow and looked into his eyes and smiled slightly as she looked around the apartment and then back to him. His hands moved to hers feeling them lock fingers as she formed a wide grin upon his face, her eyes searched his as she tried to read his thoughts. She knew they shared a bond to strong or she and he wouldn’t have found each other again, they wouldn’t have shared the same thoughts letting each other know the one still existed and fate brought them back together for her sake. Thylia laughed at his comment, “Baby there isn’t a better way in my mind to get messy with you.” He ran his thumb along her flesh feeling it move to her tress, and then she felt him at the base of a horn that stuck out from her head, she didn’t move she left him explore her as she did the same when she first realized they were there. She laughed, “They felt really weird at first, as everything did. I wasn’t able to handle the change very well, and I wasn’t too nice to my guide for sure. I reach up and feel them; it reminds me of...well I’m sure you can guess where my mind went. They don’t really have weight to them, I almost forget they’re there unless I jab something, or they get in the way.” Thylia moved from his lap and walked over to the window and looked out from it down into the city streets, “this is only the beginning Honey, you sure you want to help me with this?” she asked him without even turning to look at him. “I was killed for a reason, I can’t be killed again, but you can be Christopher, please think about this whole thing from outside the box.” Reasoning Christopher's fingers continued exploring the ornate horns. He was fascinated with them after all. Each light trace trailing upwards towards their tips before running along the base. It was strange, but she seemed to not mind, and he was always a hands kind of person." I imagine that was quite unsettling. You seem to have adjusted well enough." He gave her a light smile, as she trailed upwards and left him. Their warm embrace fading as the cool apartment air washed over his body. Things did get chilly after such a romp. He trailed a finger down his chest rubbing it against his thumb. Respiration from earlier had the desired effect, he was quite cool now." I can't do that." Christopher answered crawling up from the couch. Resting his frame against the arm. "I know something could happen, but if I did nothing....well it's just not the man that I am Thalia." The young man stood up an audible crack coming from his back. He'd never tell her, but she almost pushed him to the limit." The sun will be up within the hour. I should go to the police station and get the report. I have a favor I could call in." He always had his secrets, but maybe this one would benefit Thalia in a way he never thought possible." Why not take a bath or eat something while I go and see what I can find? It shouldn't take long love." Christopher whispered into her ear, lapping his hands round her stomach. Lightly tapping his fingers across her navel. The thin leathery wings against his chest were....interesting to say the least. Thalia didn’t mind him exploring her new features, she was glad he was, it made her know he was accepting her as she was, knowing it would take a bit to get used to, but she was sure at that point he would be okay with it, she actually thought he was aroused by it. She nodded as she stood there by the window finally answering his comments about when she first realized the new change in her form. “The hardest part wasn’t dealing with the horns, hooves or the wings, or even the pale flesh and hair it was dealing with the point I was dead and dealing with not ever being able to come back to you again and things being the same as they once were. It was realizing that I wouldn’t be the one, one day walking down the aisle on a man’s arm to be given away to you as you stood there in a tux waiting for me to become your wife.” Thylia’s gut hurt as she spoke about it all, she knew she hadn’t dealt with it yet; it still saddened her more than she wanted to show him. “I’m doing okay, and now even better since I’m with you Christopher, which makes all the difference in the world.” Her body turned slightly from the window’s frame as she leaned against it, she stood there naked as the moon shone down upon her, her eyes looked within him as he spoke. “You can do it, but you choose not to, and I know I shouldn’t complain or bitch about it but… I just don’t want you to end up like me. One of us deserves to live on and be happy.” Thalia swallowed hard saying those words to him as she turned her body fully around, crossed her arms over her firm breasts and looked out again into the street below. She knew the kind of man he was, in a way that was a small part of he's returning to him, yet it wasn’t the full reason.“You’re a stand-up kind of guy, the go to guy that is everyone’s best friend, and in my case you are my best friend, my lover and whatever else we can come up with and give it a title.” She nodded her head as her forehead rested against the glass, her eyes scanned below looking for anything that seemed out of place, but that would be too easy. “Yea, morning will be here fast, and I think I’ll rest on the couch till you return.” Thylia knew Christopher had markers all over town, even with the seedier people, but she never cared it was a dog-eat-dog world, you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch your and if your lucky I won’t slit your throat while your back’s turned. That’s the kind of people to basically have on your side in case you ever need them, but Thalia wondered if that was the type of person that would murder her in the darkness of night….? Her arms rested over his as he stepped behind her and held her tightly within his arms. Her back rested against his bare chest, her head leaned back, and she turned it looking to him and kissing his cheek. His words were soft as she rethought her plans while he was away. “I will take that bath it sounds like a good idea” she said back to him. Thalia squirmed slightly as his fingers lightly tapped against her bare flesh around her belly button; she still was ticklish if it mattered.“Be safe my Love, please…” she said with concern in her voice and a look in her eyes, not one fitting a demons but one fitting hid ‘old’ Thalia. She turned in his arms and looked over his face kissing his lips, “Love you now get dressed and go while I relax a bit.” Copland Christopher smiled and kissed at her neck for a moment. Thalia was more scared or worried than she let on, but she was trying her best to bury it. There wasn't any reason for him to uncover it. At least not at the moment, she was coping as well as could be expected. He smiled for a moment, withdrawing his hands from her belly. Slowly trailing down her skin, across her hips and the curvature of her rear before they fell away to his sides." I can't be happy without you. So it's my only option to see this through with ya Hun. You know how clingy I can be." He returned a wide grin to her if she would catch it. Sometimes he did act as if he was a puppy dog around her. He fished around in the pile of clothes from earlier. They weren't hard to find, after all Thalia was the one sporting fishnets. Christopher's hands tore through the items until he found his jeans and shirt. Although his underwear was nowhere to be found. He always lost them, when he fooled around with Thalia. Oh well, he'd go commando. Who'd notice really?" I won't be gone long maybe an hour or so at most. " The young man commented sliding on his clothes and shoes. He didn't want her to worry too much, she had enough on her plate. "I'll be back soon love." Christopher opened the door sharing final gaze at her before pulling it closed behind him. Let's hope Travis is still at the station house. He whispered to himself climbing into the car. The engine came to life and as he put it into gear he almost felt like Thalia was in his mind again. An out-of-body experience to say the least. The car drive was short, and in ten minutes or so he had pulled up in front of the station house. The sun, peeking over the horizon now. He could see small signs of life inside. Good...the less prying eyes the better. Thalia felt the kiss to her neck as she tilted her head side making it easier for him; she closed her eyes and felt his warm breath roll over her chilled flesh. She tried to push the thoughts of worry out of her head, but they lingered within the back, she couldn’t but help to think what happened to her could easily happen to him as well. His hands were soft, white collar worker, no roughness felt as his trailed them around to her rounded globes of firm flesh. She opened her eyes and sighed again as she reached her arms up and around his neck messing with the back of his head, sifting his hair through her fingers like she used to do. She knew what he meant, he wasn’t per se clingy she thought, he was more overprotective, and it just so happened that this all happened out of their control when he was away, and she knew that didn’t sit easy with him, and perhaps in a round about way that’s what was driving him to help her other than his love for her. Her head turned as she caught that grin, she nuzzles her cheek to his and rested against him a bit longer letting him feel her body against his before he went. He stepped away as she turned watching him move about, watching him search for his clothing as she laughed. Thalia cocked her head as she looked him over seeing he skipped the underwear, and laughed again, “letting the boys loose today lover?” She snickered and walked around to the couch and settled on the end of it bringing her legs up and under her.“See you when you get back,” she said as she watched him walk out the door. She looked around the place, and decided to wear something of his when she got out of the tub, grabbing a silk pair of boxers and a t-shirt as she headed into the bathroom. Thylia filled the tub and settled in it, closing her eyes as she let the night’s memories run through her mind, the aggressiveness she felt when they made love, the way she clawed him and fucked him, the way he did her, it was arousing when she thought about it. Once done she stepped from the tub and dried off, dressed and went into the living room where she curled up on the couch and watched TV waiting for him to get back as she scanned the apartment now and then hearing noises that she wasn’t familiar with. In a way she had wished she went with, she knew she couldn’t, but she hated staying there alone. Arrival Christopher sat quietly in the car for a few moments. The illegal aspects of what he was about to do were daunting. However, he was more worried about the different aspect of what was happening. Earlier he hadn't taken the time to put it together what was happening. There actually was some aspect to after death, and it seemed Thalia was exposed to the darker side of it. No he was too busy reveling in the fact that she was back, and exploring her....depths. He climbed from the car and walked inside the station house. There were was a lot of men dressed in blue. Strangely enough they all looked similar, and if he hadn't seen Travis a few weeks ago he might have gone unnoticed. Christopher walked back into his office and pushed it closed behind him." Hey Tram....look I have to call in that favor." Christopher stated looking a little desperate. "I need all the information you have on Thalia's murder...and I need it in thirty minutes. You get me that...and I'm out of your life." Travis sighed at the sight of Christopher. He knew when he walked through the door the favor was being called in. Christopher did have quite the little bit of dirt scrounged up on him. He bumped into Travis while he was with another woman....and it wasn't Mrs. Travis. Travis left without a word, leaving Christopher to sit in the office. It didn't take long, apparently the records office was right down the hall, and he left Christopher with a folder escorting him out of the building. He gave him a wave goodbye, and walked back to the car. Thumbing through the pictures, eyeing the half dozen or so pictures of Thalia's body. He nearly threw up in the front seat at what had been done to her. She didn't need to see the pictures, so he'd hide them in the glove compartment for now. It wasn't long until he came through the front door and found Thalia laying on the couch. He slunk in quietly, watching her as she slept lightly on the leather sofa. Christopher wasn't sure if she was sleeping or not, but he'd wake her if she was. A hand rested on her thigh as he patted her though the silk boxers. Offering the folder in the air when she came around." Thylia, this was all he had..." Thalia felt an unsettling feeling within her self, she couldn’t place it, and it wasn’t like any other that she had felt before. There was a semi good thing about all of this; she was able to connect to her lover mentally now where before they could only to a certain degree, this new bond took it one step further now.TV wasn’t really catching her interest, there was nothing but reality shit on it and that was never anything she cared for. She walked back into the bedroom and looked around, walking to the closet door she opened it up and flicked on the light switch and smiled. Reaching to the top shelf she grasped her fingers around the binding of a book and pulled it from the shelf as she looked around, her clothing was still as she left it, though she knew that it wasn’t her style no more, the Pollyanna look had flown out the window with her return. Her hooves sounded across the polished wooden floor, she made sure she walked carefully not to scuff them; she was quite anal-retentive about that when she walked within his world before and was still the same way now. Thylia curled up again and began to read her book where she left off, sooner or later she ended up falling asleep with the book resting against her chest. It wasn’t long till her mind filled with images, ones that woke her from her slumber. With her eyes closed she could see him sitting there, she couldn’t make out where he was, but he was going through photographs, and she could feel him, she could feel his stomach turn, feeling him wanting to throw up, the images of the photos were fuzzy, she couldn’t make them out, but she watched him place them away and then the images stopped. The door knob turned as she heard the keys jingling, she knew it was him, but she lay there still not moving, her breaths grew hard and heavy as she waited for him to walk in the door, she closed her eyes and relaxed when she heard his voice and then looked to him as he held the folder out to her. Hid hand rested upon her thigh as she took the folder and held it, she moved the book from her chest and dog-eared the corner page and then placed it upon the coffee table and took a deep breath and opened the folder with a raised brow and then paged through it quickly.“This isn’t all of it Christopher, I saw you looking through photos. I think you forget we have that bond now…” Studies Christopher handed the folder to Thalia letting her flick through the documents. There was a plethora of information, save for the photographs that littered the pages of her lifeless body. What came next was shocking, he had forgotten that she could peer through his eyes. See what he did, and even feel his very emotions." It was the pictures... I took them out because" He paused for a moment rolling his eyes up to meet hers when she finished thumbing through the pages. "You didn't need to see them...and anything that was noted is in the pages." Christopher crawled to the side of the couch and took a seat. A hand rubbed down at her leg noting she was in his silk boxers. He stayed quiet for a period of time. Perhaps it was too long for him to go without saying anything. Christopher wasn't going to get the pictures, he couldn't see the point unless Thalia demanded. A heavy breath passed through his lips and he looked back over to the young demons." Is there anything that you've seen in the report? Something that might jog your memory or....put together where we might need to go next? I know it's hard Hun, but anything you can find." His hand reached over enveloping her pale one. Lightly, stroking the pale flesh. Rubbing on it lovingly. Slowly she went through each document, reading over it carefully, noting the time they had written down, which was odd because she knew for certain that she didn’t stay up extremely late that evening, she remembered ordering food and then nothing much after than but, she sighed and shook her head. “The time don’t seem right to me, they have this all happening later than what I remember, but I could be wrong so could they.” Thylia turned the page and looked over the signatures, and one stuck out to her a sergeant Victor Grebe. “Honey why does this name sound familiar?, she asked him as she cocked her head watching him join her on the couch. She handed him the list of officers and more that were at the scene of the crime that evening. Some sounded familiar and others were just names on a paper. She felt him take her hand in his as he caressed it softly she could fell the warm and cool contrast between their flesh. Trying to remember was hard for her, she wanted to look at those pictures, but she knew it was something he was dead set against, maybe he was right maybe she didn’t need to see them but what if she noticed something in them, something out of place, anything that could help.“I remember going to bed, and then I was waked by a sound, and before I knew it there was a man over me, he was dressed in all black, there was a mask or a hoodie over his head, I can’t fully remember. He kept asking me where it was, and I tried telling him I didn’t know what he was talking about or where something was I had, it didn’t make sense, and then I felt a sharp pain in my chest, my back, all over and then everything went black. That’s all I can remember I wish for more, but perhaps time will tell.”“I don’t have enemies, not that I can recall, and I have nothing worth that much value, so why me why this apartment?” Christopher's hand wrapped about hers patting it lightly. She was handling the situation remarkably well honestly. Thalia looked through the pages and pages of reports, medical examinations, and officer testimony. Perhaps she could have seen the photos. It seems he was the one that couldn't handle the situation as well as possible." Hmm, an Officer's name?" He asked looking over her shoulder at the papers until she slid it over to him. Most of the officers seemed rather bland with names that he couldn't recall. However, the one she pointed out was familiar. Wasn't that the officer that called him in the hotel room? The voice was cold and had no semblance of emotion in it." Yeah... I'm pretty sure he's the officer that called me when they found the bod...you. He told me that they had zero leads when I met him a few days ago." Christopher's head sunk lightly, trying to piece the man's face together. He had thought the man was just an uncaring asshole, and it seemed he was, but why would Thalia remember him? She might remember a face, but this was a name, and he only heard it once the night she was murdered." I think he was the lead investigator on the crime. He was first on the scene if I remember correctly." A hand ran through her hair and down to her neck. Rubbing on the cool flesh. It was a small attempt to calm her, he didn't know what else to do." What about your...mentor? What did you say his name was again? Surely we could ask for his help?" Christopher knew little of the relationship they had, but surely he was a demon or being of a higher class. They could use an extra pair of hands. "Can it work like that or are we on our own?" (placed on hold for a time being)

-Between Worlds-|rating:4.0

RWBY_ The uncoloured heroes

"Is he seriously done already? The heck was the point of throwing an assembly for a minute-long speech just to tell us how bad we are?" Aria muttered to herself somewhat annoyed, despite how short the speech had been. She wouldn't have minded if it was some awe-inspiring speech about the "strength of unity" or "the power within them all", or something equally cheesy, because that at least would have gotten her excited about the placement test the next day. But no, didn't seem like they'd be getting a pep talk anytime soon, at least not from Mr. Open. She looked around the room slowly, taking in some of the more interesting people in the audience, some of which returned her looks in kind, most of them likely wishing they could shoot daggers from their eyes into her. She was used to that look, but she knew half of them didn't have the guts to follow up on it. Sighing slightly, she continued to look around the room for anyone of interest. Booker sighed mentally at the less than adequate speech. His body was on autopilot while he thought about some of the people he made short conversation with while on the ride to the Academy. Some of them seemed nice, but others don't tolerate Faunas, and it sickened him to see people like that. There wasn't anything he could do about it, and it that in mind he simply put his thoughts to rest for the moment. He wouldn't get anywhere by sulking around, so he had to make the best of things and seek out people who'd accept him and his kind. As the "Speech" Finished, Booker looked around and examined some of the faces in the room, Some of them Faunas like him, and the rest of them human. None of them seemed to glare at him when their eyes connected, but if he ever actually connected eyes with anyone it didn't last more than a second before he looked to someone else, so he didn't know if they were glaring daggers or not. As he looked around, his attention was momentarily captured by another faunas, having dark gray hair and yellow eyes. He sent out a small smile to the woman and continued to look around, knowing that sooner or later he'd have to make friends and teammates. "So I see like signal that the motivational speech sucked, so Lacie, you better be in my team cos my team needs a cute mascot!" Marumasa grinned cheekily as young girl punched him in the arm and walked off,"I take that as an I'll be there!"now rubbing his shoulder, he inspected the people that stood around socializing, and the few that awkwardly stood there staring at others,"signal.... he's from signal.... she's from signal... a lot of these guys are from signal.... means a lot of these guys hate me"he laughed to himself as he made way for the edge of the room, bumping into a young faunas with brown hair,"sorry.... another signal...."with that he disappeared again. Marumasa pulled out a small console like object and begin slamming buttons, small noises came out from the device, it was a game about slaying monsters."take that... pow! Pow!"he now and then sounded the actions and shouting a few commands at the small device,"High score"he smiled to himself as he carried on playing, looking aside he saw another faunas standing alone, a girl with gray hair,"why doesn't she go speak to the other awkward faunas..... totally shipping it" After studying a few faces, Booker went back into a state of thought and nearly blocked everything out, trying to think about the people who made eye contact with him. He wasn't all that good with reading people at the first couple moments of a conversation, but he assumed that he knew enough to be able to sort out who would be best on a team. All of his thoughts were halted and thrown out of his mind as a young with black hair and brown eyes bumped in to him. He didn't mind it, and actually he thanked for being bumped in to, since he could have easily stayed right there in his spot when everyone evacuated the area. Deciding to follow this person, Booker didn't say anything to him and was close enough to see what he was doing. It confused him a little as to what he was doing with the device in his hands, but it seemed to occupy his time and give him something to do while time continued to flow onward. He was about to tap him on the shoulder and speak up until he had head him talk about an "Awkward Faunas" and paused for a moment, wondering if he meant him. He was even more confused when he said that he was shipping it. Furthermore, he knew what the term meant, but the Cheetah Faunas was still confused as to why this person would just pair people up like that after only mere seconds-possibly less-of confrontation. At least these statements gave him things to talk about, and he tapped the boy shoulder like he planned to." Excuse me, but what's that in your hands?" He was completely confused as to what it was. He didn't have any problems with technology in the least, his own weapons could speak for that, but he didn't keep up with technology unless it was something that would change the world, or something along those likes." I'm not all that familiar with it, but it seems that you're having a good time using it." Marmara stopped the game and slowly turned his head towards the faunas speaking to him, his face seemed completely angry, as if rudely interrupted from an important matter, but this face was broken by a small smile,"oh you mean the Game Hub? It's a little handheld console that allows me to play games on the go"he smiled softly"well I made on the during my time at signal, ... well I took the disk reader from the Game station meaning I still used Game station chips to store my games but with a little bit of editing I turned a console into a handheld console"his face beamed with admiration of his efforts,"you can give it a go if you like? The game is huntress, you know the game about killing creatures based off of the hunters and huntresses, used to play this game all the time"Marmara shut his mouth for a second then looked closely at the faunas,"wait a second, wait.wait.wait.wait.wait, you came from signal too right?! Yes you're the award guy I bumped into! Names Marmara gold to have met you" he held out his hand offering a handshake, "well since you approached me you either don't know where to start with introducing yourself Orr everyone here finds you annoying like moi"he grinned and pointed at himself with the other hand,"if it's because you don't know who to speak to first yet I suggest it shouldn't be me cos I end up driving people away with the annoying habit of not shutting up, though I believe a better start is the other faunas standing to the right of us" "I'm.... I'm good." He waved off the offer to use the device, slowly starting to regret starting up a conversation with this talkative person. Just by listening to the person, he knew clearly why he chose to be quiet most of the time, mainly to avoid people seeing him as an annoyance. He knew he would get over it in time, but as of the moment it was already starting to annoy him just a little. He didn't really listen to him going on about how he made the device, he wasn't really one to love technology like many others, but he did see that if he could turn a brick of a system into a handheld console, he had aptitude for those kinds of things. He was prepared to say more when he had stopped him almost comically. It was true that he was from Signal, but he was surprised that he had deducted that so fast. Booker had done a pretty good job of keeping himself at a low profile, almost to the point where he could easily miss a day or two and people wouldn't know. He never took advantage of that, but he very easily could if he so wanted. Booker shook the boy's had quickly and set his had back down at his side. If he was going to be honest with himself, Booker felt a little insulted as Marmara had thought that people found the Faunas annoying and moved him over to Marmara for that reason. He wasn't going to say anything about it, but the thought was present in his mind. He would also be honest about that fact that the boy was completely aware of his inability to stop speaking for more than a few moments." My name is Booker, and I was just curious about the device." An idea came to the boy as he thought for a quick moment." Maybe after the room clears, or we find an open area, we can see the other person's weapon?" Ai never paid attention to these things at Signal so she probably would have tuned out right away had Mr. Oz pin's speech not been so ridiculously short." Wait, that was it?" said Ai. She yawned. "I like this guy. He keeps it brief." Ai looked around. Everyone towered over her. Nothing new, really. Everyone was taller than I at Signal, too. Even the freshmen." This sucks! Everyone here is huge," she said to herself. She yawned again. "There's a bed waiting to be slept on somewhere around here..." " Sure I haven't been able to use my babies in a long time, like a month now, maybe... not to sure really, though I am a little worried that we may have drifted apart.... and I am worried about anyone that duels me anytime soon, like my talking, my trigger finger never stops"he laughed a little as he put his console away in his pocket and stood up,"let's wait for everyone to go then, I'll go get the twins and meet you back here ok?". With that he disappeared, he already knew he was annoying the faunas so gave him time to rethink about wanting to speak to Marmara since Marmara didn't want a repeat of last year, "of!" Marmara bumped into a young girl, really confused at why she was here he decided to apologize and go get his weapons, "sorry little one!" he smiled and ran off [i]what's a kid doing here? Is she a daughter of a teacher or something?" ignoring this he found his bag and picked it up. On the walk back people were still talking, though the inside of the are was particularly empty, it was still the middle of the day, but most of the students were now at the food hall grabbing a bite to eat, Marmara was chomping away at a sandwich he had bought with him, [b]"I'm back Booker, surprised you are still here waiting for me, usually people run away the first chance I get"[b] he smiled hoping that Booker will be the first true friend "Little one? LITTLE ONE?!" Ai instinctively reached into her pockets for her yo-yos, but stopped half-way." Calm down, tiger," she said to herself. "You're at Beacon now. Just play it cool." Ai took one yo-yo out of her pocket and gave it a few relaxing spins before putting it back. Whoever that guy was, he was a jerk, and a human, and those two things were generally synonymous. Ai turned around and bumped right into a fox-eared Faunas girl she thought she recognized. Of course, like everyone else, she was way taller, so Ai had to look straight up." Uh... hi. You're Signal, right?" Booker simply waited and stayed in the same spot so that Marmara wouldn't have to go around and look for him. He looked around the area to see any of the people who were still there, many to most of them were leaving the area to go and do other things for the day. As far as he knew the rest of the day was just for them, no classes or anything, and they could freely travel the academy as long as they made their way to the ballroom to sleep for the night. They would get their teams and rooms later on, but right now he was just waiting around for Marmara to make his way back. He had no problem waiting for him, but Booker had assumed that everyone carried their weapon or weapons around all the time. He knew that he did. Booker looked down at his feet and his shoe based weapons. He had hand made both of them, and although they were a little heavy, it helped him since he was now able to move and walk like he never had them on in the first place. The material that they were mainly composed of was both light and durable, so if he had used anything else, the weight would have been much more. His attention was moved away from his boots as he was once again in the presence of his new friend. He could understand why people would have walked away, but Booker was very calm, patient, and tolerant. It would take quite a lot to get him to snap, possibly like the end of the world or something. He shook his head with a soft smile." It's nothing to worry about, but shouldn't you have your weapons on you at all times?" It might not have been easier for other students to carry around their weapons, but using two weapons like he did, Booker thought that Marmara already had them. "That is very much true, but the thing is I left my stuff with Lacie, and the two girls were too heavy to carry around during the ceremony, but no fear from this day on my and the girls are inseparable, and I will be prepared for everything"With that he placed his red suitcase in front of him, slowly unzipping it with anticipation,"I haven't handed them in a long time..... damn I miss them"and without warning he erupted from the ground with two swords. Tw/o long red dual blades appeared, nice black carbon handles with a long red metal blade with splits down the middle, and a dust containment chamber attached to handle of the blades,"here you go, these are my weapons, and if I do this..."with a quick flick the sword's form changed, and now they were a pair of shotguns, again long red metal TRI-barrels, a long red blade along the top of the barrel and a black grip."they're kind of naked right now wait there."he slammed the shotguns into the bag and pulled them out, attached to them are two large circular ammo cylinders,"for a hunter I chose rather close ranged firearms, I used to use bows and a hunting rifle, though I liked the shotgun back at home"he swung them around a little and changed them back into swords and then back to guns, and then finally back into swords and swung them around,"when they are in sword form I tend to attach the ammo cylinders to my shoulder pads but... I lost them"he laughed awkwardly,"I need to remake them soon, not too hard to make, like the console i kind of know what I am doing... sometimes I get it wrong"he looked aside, the gray fox faunas remained around, and the shorter faunas was still here,"you have any clue who that kid belongs too, I bumped into her earlier... maybe she's lost?"he looked at her, kind of worried. Aria had started walking around, still seeking out something of interest. She wasn't really interested in making friends until after the initiation, after all, it'd suck to become friends with someone only for them to get sent home after one day. Scanning her head from side to side as she walked, she took in the numerous faces until she felt something bump into her, it couldn't have been another student, she'd have seen them coming. She stopped for a moment before looking down and seeing the face of a young-looking faunas with short blonde hair and tiger ears poking through her hair. The girl mentioned Signal, and Aria, wanting to at least speak to her on eye level, knelt down to look her in the face. She had very clear eyes, Aria thought she must have been a child until she glanced at her hands; she had calloused that were the result of practice, the kind that would take years to develop. And she was fairly sure no little kid would ever be admitted to Beacon, genius or not. She felt her foot bump against something as she knelt, and reached around to pick it up. It looked like 2 small discs attached to one another, almost like...a yo-yo? She'd seen her brother mess around with one when they were little, but she never cared to learn to play with them. She responded to the little kitty's question with:"Yup, I'm from Signal...say, is this thing yours?" She said extending her hand with the yo-yo in her palm." Sorry about bumping into you, my name's Aria. I take it you're from Signal too since you asked?" As Marmara was showing off his weapons, Booker took note of them and of their forms. It was quite interesting to see that he wasn't the only one who had dual weapons, and he also thought about how they could be used. He could have easily used a ruthless "Stab 'n Shoot" style of attack, but he could also use something with more finesse and cunning as well. He halted the thoughts before they could invade his mind further and thought about the last statement, looking around to see a young faunas girl who was without a doubt the shortest one here. He didn't even bother with things like 'It could be the daughter of a teacher' Or anything along those lines, and instantly thought about a stowaway, looking to find a sibling of some sort. Returning his focus to Marmara, he glanced to the young girl to tell him that he would be talking about her. "We should go and ask her, she does seem out of place, and we aren't going to know anything by standing." Silently dismissing himself, he walked over to the girl that the two of them had just been talking about, he looked at her and quickly studied her with his always visible calm smile. He never had a look of disinterest, or anything relating to it, and it usually saved him from people saying that he was looking at them creepy or odd whenever he chose not to mutter a single word. Looking at the short woman and tilting his head down enough to keep his eyes on her, Booker widened his smile just slightly without saying anything just yet to her. Ryan kept the speech in mind, he figured that some of the details might be important later. He looked around, noting the other faunas in the room that he could see. He waited until a lot of them had left, not quite sure what exactly he should do, perhaps simply go to the ballroom and wait for the next day? Or meet some of the other students and possibly get to know who might end up being his teammate? He glanced towards the one with the game console and the other with him, seeing them walk towards the small faunas and what seemed to be her friend. They seem to be a group of friends, if there's fellow faunas over there, I'd be best making friends with them... Ryan waited a little before walking towards the group, scratching the back of his head slightly. Pretty awkward walking up to a random group of people, but it might be worth it in the long run. He looked through the people there, trying to find who he thought was the leader or the friendliest. He figured the one smiling at the others was, and decided to try using his semblance to explain that he was new there and planned on making a few friends. Furthermore, he tried his semblance, hoping the man would understand the instant information on his intentions. (Hope you're okay with it Roman, if not, I'll just have him explain himself vocally) "I guess I will take my leave actually, ERM. I'm not good at speaking to chicks, and especially in groups"he shy fully laughed as he walked towards the girls with him, shortly another faunas appeared,"yer divinely going now. So maybe we can speak again soon... like maybe we'll be in the same team or something?"he laughed and walked away, though a chatter box Marmara hated crowds and felt like he needed to impress girls when he spoke to them so he avoided doing so as he ends embarrassing himself more than impressing anyone, ERM maybe I will find Lacie or something. Though she is probably with the other guys from signal... best stay away from theme sighed, Lacie was the only girl he felt comfortable around, but that was because of her tomboyish attitude. The signal lot made him feel out of place as they were all rich and powerful including Lacie, whereas Marmara was a poor hunter's boy, Marmara always felt out of place, kind of like hanging out with a group of faunas, he felt out of place. After wondering around for a while he found himself standing in the food hall, buying some hot chocolate he sat down at a table and sipped away at the drink. He had pulled his console out again and began jamming at the buttons again, but failing the mission he returned it to his bag,"need to be more quiet. Scaring people away... damnnnnit"he smiled at himself realizing how crazy he sounded speaking to himself, but he didn't really care how insane he looked. "Give me that! That's my weapon." Ai snatched her yo-yo back from Aria. She pinwheeled the yo-yo and finished by skyrocketing it straight into her pocket. All just for show." I saw you a few times back at Signal," said Ai, stretching out her hand to shake, "I never forget a Faunas face. I'm Ai Huang. Want to be friends?" Ai pointed her thumb back at the cheetah Faunas with the combat boots." And who's this guy?", she said, looking back, "Stop staring at me with that stupid grin on your face and say something. You want to be friends too?" Booker was preparing to say something to the smaller girl who had just spoken to him, but something appearing in his head had stopped him completely. His smile faded quickly as he thought about the information he knew wasn't his own. He looked around to see someone standing from a little distance and looked at him, wordlessly telling him to come over by motioning him over. He then turned back to Ai with his blank and emotionless face. "Sure." He said simply, his voice now lacking all emotion whatsoever since she didn't seem to like the smile that he had put on. "A friend of mine said he ran in to you not too long ago, and mistook you for a child, but what I see now is telling me that it isn't the case. I apologize for him." He said blandly, glancing back over to the boy who had communicated telepathically with him to see if he was any closer or not. Aria was a bit stunned that the girl was a bit...well...blunt, to put it in a certain way. She extended her hand and shook Ai's, nodding and saying:"Sure thing Ai. I've to ask though...you use Yo-yos as weapons? I guess I've seen everything now." She couldn't help but think of her own little sister when she saw Ai, heck if she didn't know any better she could have sworn Ai WAS Sasha's age, almost behaved like it too with how straight forward and childish she was. The Yo-yos didn't help much. She turned her head when Ai snapped at the cheetah faunas who had been smiling, she found it a bit weird, three faunas meeting in the course of about 4 minutes, but then again some of the people here wouldn't want to associate with them anyway. She was a bit unnerved when the guy's slight smile changed to a rather blank face, and she stood to stand on his level, she was just a bit taller than him, ears not included." Ai here's from Signal too, I'm Aria." She said extending her hand as Ai had done before. Ryan nodded to Booker, walking over and glancing around at the group. "Sorry about that, it was kind of an interruption. Don't worry, it's a one-way thing, so I didn't learn anything about you while doing that." He nodded to Booker as he said this before looking around at the others, prepared to explain what he was talking about if questioned at all, and if not, he wouldn't have to worry about it in the first place. He glanced at the yo-yo weapons, thinking how unique they seemed, but believing the idea would work quite well if used by a skilled practitioner. Marmara finished his drink and started to wonder around the Academy to map his surroundings. Marmara was very talented at remembering the layout of areas around him, every corridor, every door and room, he would be able to make his way to a classroom in his sleep... if ever needed. He walked along, music blaring out of his headphones, "uh oh I want some more oh~ uh o what are you waiting for, take a bite out my he~-" he stood still as he looked down see the group of faunas speaking, "That Booker kid knows how to make friends, I should really go down and speak to them but-groups aren't really my thing.... and I am talking to myself again. I'm such an oddball........" He made way towards the group but stopped Though I speak a lot... maybe they'll be like the guys from signal.... But he carried on walking towards them regardless, "hey Booker!" Here we are students, the RUBY: The uncolored heroes :PSO here we re-post our CS and then I can add some touches, change some things as I wish, so here we go :Please put your CS under a hider, it's simple to do and makes the thread a lot cleaner ^_^ due to technical issues I'd prefer you use hiders on the CS rather than the images thank you :Dwell here's mine: My CS [+] Name: Marmara Kaiser-Blake Age: 18Gender: Male Appearance: but with dark brown eyes and wears a black hoodie with a wide smile up the sides of the hood. Personality: Energetic and a joker, he has no confidence in himself, and he feels like he is always failing so to mask this feeling he tries to make others laugh in hopes he can amuse people. He is always first to start a conversation and sometimes the only one to speak during a conversation, he is a huge odd-ball. When fighting he becomes even more energetic, he becomes rather odd and speaks a lot of turning fear into fun and danger into a game, he isn't entirely the most reliable in a team, but he never fails at protecting others. History: Marmara and his father lived in the countryside, his father trained him with a bow, hunting rifles and basic tracking skills. After a lot of hunting Marmara had seen his fare share of Creatures of Grimm, and he noticed their ways of moving, and similar to the game he hunted, he could track them too. Marmara's father earned enough money to push him into Signal Academy, where he built his own weapons and trained to become a famous Huntsman. After graduating from signal Marmara moved onto Beacon, where he hopes to make friends and an amazing team. Weapon: Marmara has red dual swords, the hilt is a blood-red color, the blades of each sword is a dark red with silver tips and curves a little. The top of the hilt is covers in small metallic plating that create small hand guards. Both switch into two short barreled shotguns that shoot out powerful blows, usually using up dust but under some circumstances do not take up said resource. Dual Swords form Dual Shotgun form except everything is a variety of red colors similar to the swords and a few of the handles and parts of the sword replaces the handle of the shotgun, the round ammo drum of the shotgun has actually been adapted to strap onto Marmara's shoulders and when transforming from swords to shotguns he slams the gun onto the shoulder guards to attach the drums onto the guns. Semblance: Marmara blood boils, well not literally, he becomes hyperactive increasing his movement speed as well as giving him the ability to fire his shotguns without the need of Dust. It's like extreme adrenaline making him uncanny and powerful, but his downside is that his Jewish attitude increases making him annoying and ruthless. LuckySpectre-Omega ruler of this thread, I mean..... meWitchchild - approvedPyroman - AcceptedBrassOtter - AcceptedTheIrishTree - Accepted Op_nerf - Accepted Rusty - AcceptedAsura - CS needs completion/ kind of approved Booker [+] Name: Booker Hendrix Age: 16Gender: Male Race: Cheetah FaunusAppearance: Personality: Calm, collected, and thoughtful, Booker always thinks of the other before himself. He isn't usually the first person to start a conversation, but he can hold one up nonetheless and without trouble or strain on himself. He has deep love and care for his weapons and prefers that they not be touched by others. He can often get lost in his thoughts and loves to read books in his spare time History: Booker grew up as an only child for quite some time in his life. His love of books came from his mother while his fighting skills came from his father. He didn't socialize all that often, and when his parents noticed this they had attempted to put him in team sports to he wouldn't be constantly isolated. He worked great with the teams that he worked with, and although he did many sports, Soccer/Football was his favorite. His father saw his love for the sport, and he could see why, his kicks were incredibly powerful and strong, and always had well-thought-out plans. From a fair young age, Booker's father placed him in Signal academy in hopes of making his son a fine huntsman, and beacon was another step to getting to their shared goal. Weapon: Inkwell camp; Brush: His two high performance combat boots work well with his own fighting style, the boots have very small propulsion systems in the bottoms, allowing for greater jumps, to move quickly with a small burst, or to increase the power of his kicks tenfold. The boots can be used with Dust, but is completely optional. They are made from a light yet durable material to they will not weigh him down while moving. Semblance: Perception: Booker's five senses and reflexes are improved almost to the point where he can react to things as soon as to happen, no longer having the need to relay information throughout the body. His entire body acts as a sensor so that he can react to things as quickly as possible. Yo Roman, your image for your CS sheet is broken XD Ugh. I hate using Code, but I'll work on it. And just call me Pro, if that's alright with you. Sure thing, and ok then :D Since the picture I used only shows his upper body (But not much of it) I think I'm either going to have him in pants with his pant legs tucked under the boots, or just shorts. I haven't decided yet. Aria Either [+] Name: Aria EimhearAge: 17Gender: Female Race: Fox FaunusAppearance: Aria Personality: While she is often friendly around most people, Aria can be extremely competitive with others if they propose a challenge of some sort. She also has a bad habit of knocking Anti-Faunas folks on the floor and knocking their teeth out. Other than that she enjoys conditioning, training, studying, baking, and sewing. History: Aria was born into a full Faunas family, her mother was sick most of the time, and being the oldest of 3 children, Aria helped around the house as much as she could with her father. She spent a lot of time together with her father, an ex-Hunter who'd settled down with her mother, and the stories he told her and her siblings sparked a small fire in Aria that made her want to see the same heights her father had, to experience something beyond the unfairness of normality. Of course, nobody just up and decides to be a Hunter and makes the cut, so from the age of 10 she began researching, studying, and training to condition herself to make it through Combat school. While she'd been harassed for being a Faunas all her life, for some reason the harassment accentuated into full-blown racism when she made her goal clear, the usual shit Faunas had to deal with, sometimes the other, full-human kids would beat her up, sometimes they'd lock her in a room and leave her there for an adult to find her, throughout most of her Secondary education she was an outcast. She eventually got sick of their shit and put her training to use, any fight she got into she'd win, even if it was 4 on 1, largely due to her combat practice, the kids left her alone because frankly, she could beat any of them fair or not. Her experience at Signal was largely uneventful, aside from that being where she awakened her Aura and constructed her Scáthach pistols, which she now uses alongside her father's old Gun-Sword, Santa. She promoted in the top 10th percentile and has since prepared to go to Beacon to complete her training and become a real Huntress. Weapons: -Scáthach, the Knife Revolvers-Aria's pistols are relatively simple, all she really did was meld the barrel into a knife blade, and re-forge the revolver to hold 8 bullets instead of 6.-Santa, the Magnum Saber-Santa is the same sword Aria's father used when he was a hunter, though she did make several adjustments to the grip, barrel, and chambers to suit her needs. Aside from the obvious pokey bit of Santa, the Revolver on the hilt can be reloaded oddly enough like a standard clip pistol rather than an actual revolver, the bullets being inserted into the hilt. Using certain dust rounds can cause the barrel to spew various effects, such as using Red Dust to force it to shoot fire in a stream. Semblance:Heat Conduit: Aria can drain the heat out of nearly anything using her left hand, and can dispel it out of her right hand, how much heat is absorbed, and dispelled is dependent on how much Aura she focuses, she could potentially completely freeze a hot tub and use the accumulated heat to ignite something else. She can't hold onto stored heat for over a minute, otherwise it'll just start gradually leaking back out harmlessly. Cs reservation Claire [+] Name:Claire Greenback Age:16Race:Human Gender:Female Appearance:Weapon:The Gun-Shield. Claire uses this to defend her defenseless people and her teammates whenever the need arise. Ammunition is loaded in to the shield by the back and wraps around. Fires Hand-Loaded, Dust-Filled bullets. Impervious to bullets, but only resistant to Dust attacks. Personality:Claire is as sweet as they come. Despite her upbringing, She's friendly, happy, and always tries to keep things in a lighter mood. She doesn't handle conflict and arguing well, and will often times go to great lengths to prevent it or stop it. The only thing she hates worse than arguing is when her friends are arguing, and she doesn't know whose side to take or what to say. It's hard to push her buttons and make Claire angry, but when you do, you'd best prepare yourself. Claire can't stand racism or bullying of any kind, and will often times start fights with the guilty party. She's wound up in quiet a few bad fights and in the back of a few police cars due to her distaste for discrimination. History:Claire was born in to a mixed household. Her uncle was a Faunas, and so was her cousin, but she was born without the tell-tale ears or tail, or any defining animal features. She loved both her uncle and her cousin dearly, and actually envied the latter because she thought his horns were pretty cool. This mixed household, of course, lead to her support of Faunas rights. The 'Human' side of her family received quiet a bit of flack from both other Humans and Faunas, due to their mindset, but they always fought for equal rights. Her cousin, who was a few years older than her, started training to become a member of Beacon. Claire, on the other hand, was turning in to quiet the little dancer. She had found her passion, while her cousin found his own. However, disaster struck one day. She and her cousin were at a sit-in when the police attacked. The police, being the bigoted, Ignorant people they were thought that the Faunas had kidnapped Claire, and wasted no time beating down the Faunas. Her cousin died that day, trying to keep her safe, right before Claire's eyes. The police brought her back to the station, and when her parents learned of what happened were nearly arrested themselves. Of course, the police got off free of charge, and Claire was left scarred. She didn't speak for months, and was pretty much a vegetable for quiet some time. Her uncle one day stopped by the house and left a package for Claire; A birthday present from her Cousin that was never delivered. It was an invitation to join him in training to be a member of Beacon. Claire had expressed her envy at his combat skills multiple times, and now, months later, she was receiving something amazing from her deceased Cousin. It was a wake-up call. Claire threw herself in to training, combining her ballet and dancing to create her style of combat. She received a set of weapons specially made for this, and has worked hard to get to the initiation ceremony. Semblance: Gravity. Claire can shift her center of gravity to almost any point on her body. She can pull off impossible feats of balance with this power, and, when combined with her gymnastics, turns her in to a capable defender for her team. Harken [+] Name: Thales Harken Gender: Mileage: 19Appearance: Height: 6'5" Weight: Weapon: Harken wields a grieve that seconds as a high caliber assault rifle. Can extend and collapse together to fit into a pocket and the blade folds up to be more compact. To rile mechanism is with the blade and at the base. When just an assault rifle, the compact pole serves as a suppressor. Other than that, he has excellent control over his Aura and his strength and endurance are nothing short of super human, allowing him to tear apart a creature such as a Beowulf with his bare hands with ease. Vehicle: History: Harken was born in a family of peace lovers. They do not believe in unnecessary violence and prefer to talk out of a situation with diplomacy. Harken is the black sheep of the Harken family which come along every other generation. He went to a combat academy to train his abilities, to learn how to combat the creatures of Grimm, to protect people. Although his parents are open-minded about his approach, they don't wholeheartedly agree with him. I'll try to sketch up the weapon at some point The Irish Tree said accepted :P Witch Child said Name: Thales Harken Gender: Mileage: 19Appearance: Height: 6'5" Weight: Weapon: Harken wields a grieve that seconds as a high caliber assault rifle. Can extend and collapse together to fit into a pocket and the blade folds up to be more compact. To rile mechanism is with the blade and at the base. When just an assault rifle, the compact pole serves as a suppressor. Vehicle: History: Coming UPI'll try to sketch up the weapon at some point accepted :D though please put it in a hider when you can also I have made changes to my character, and please add your semblance to you character when you can ^_^ Would I need to name the semblance or just list the abilities of it? Pyroman said Would I need to name the semblance or just list the abilities of it? I don't think you need a fancy name for it, I just chose to have one because I'm a sucker for power names. I am too, and right now I can't decide on a semblance... Enhanced reflexes and senses, or impossible speed like ruby....? Or why not both if our GM will allow it!?? Pyroman said I am too, and right now I can't decide on a semblance... Enhanced reflexes and senses, or impossible speed like ruby....? Or why not both if our GM will allow it!?? Fool! Nobody likes a Ruby. Only Weiss is acceptable. I do think the glyph thing is pretty cool. Not that I think about it, Booker doesn't really need to have his semblance being impossible speed, since as a cheetah faunas he already has it! Problem solved! I don't think that's how being a faunas works. Maybe not, but it's as close as I can get to having both the speed, reflexes, and senses as far as I know. But who know? See having extreme senses and speed is a little OP XD so I would prefer you chose one, to avoid any disagreements. Sorry pro Got it. I'll just stick to the senses. Though you could create a move that you rarely use with you boots that require a lot of energy that give you a short burst of speed, that is so fast that it's like you have teleported, but it's a small distance and once every so often Hmm... I might just stay away from the speed thing all together, since he's already fast as it is. He can use his boots to propel himself forward and increase his jumps and kick and things if need be, but I don't think that I'll give him the limited ability to teleport. Pyroman said Hmm... I might just stay away from the speed thing all together, since he's already fast as it is. He can use his boots to propel himself forward and increase his jumps and kick and things if need be, but I don't think that I'll give him the limited ability to teleport. Could always go with friction manipulation. That's a cool one. You're right! I think I'll go with friction manipulation. Why not gun boots? Well, I still need to think about this, but I hope that the IC starts up soon. Still waiting on some CS will PM them warning them that they have two or so days until their spots become open for others :/ ok message sent out to the two missing people, and Aura can I please have your complete CS posted here ASAP thank you ^_^ Any luck with the two people? Nope no reply yet :/ two days until the two spots become open again ^_^ I feel that is fair Can we at the very least get started on this? I don't want this to die before it starts. Pyroman said Can we at the very least get started on this? I don't want this to die before it starts. Same, I can't wait to start using EXCESSIVELY COMPLICATED WEAPONRY IN AWESOME WAYS! Miurble Roman said Can we at the very least get started on this? I don't want this to die before it starts. You can start meeting each other IC, but teams are sorted via the RP as we RP the initiation test together. Fights can break out between each other but no contact with the creatures are to be done until all 8 spaces are filled :/ opening up the Inch again. Got it. Also, where are we going to be starting? On the ships on the way to beacon or right after the opening ceremony? I'd say after the ceremony begins, so everyone is meeting and greeting and relaxing for the next few days ^_^ then we will do the initiation once we have 2 more people MarumasaLuckySpectre said I'd say after the ceremony begins, so everyone is meeting and greeting and relaxing for the next few days ^_^ then we will do the initiation once we have 2 more people Is the opening ceremony the same as it was in the show? And are the teachers the same? Exact same teachers, it's alongside the storyline of RUBY completely in a sense just focusing on our events and stuff, though we don't have to follow the RUBY storyline, but the teachers are the same ^_^ MarumasaLuckySpectre said exact same teachers, it's alongside the storyline of RUBY completely in a sense just focusing on our events and stuff, though we don't have to follow the RUBY storyline, but the teachers are the same ^_^ ...A bit of a silly question since we're supposed to be "Uncolored" but...is our Aura actually colorless? no, no no XD it's just a metaphor since we aren't the main four that get based off colors and stuff ^_^ we are normal with colored aura and everything ^_^ MarumasaLuckySpectre said no, no no XD it's just a metaphor since we aren't the main four that get based off colors and stuff ^_^ we are normal with colored aura and everything ^_^ Light, should we include our aura colors in our CS's then? Also didn't you say you had a buddy who wanted to get in on this? Ai Huang [+] Name: Ai Huang Age: 16Race: Faunas (Tiger)Gender: Female Appearance: SafebooruAn undersized (standing at a measly 4'6", despite her age, and ironic considering the tiger is the largest cat species) blonde Faunas with tiger ears and a tail. Personality: Ai is friendly, childish, sly and mischievous. She is sensitive about her height, and is often teased for it -- when she's not being bullied for being a Faunas. She's none too bright, and struggles at the theory aspects of training to be a Huntress, but relishes in the practical aspects and works very hard to push the limits of her body. History: Ai descends from Faunas who lived in Menagerie prior to the Faunas War, but who immigrated to Vital afterward. As a result, Ai comes from a poor upbringing, living in a small village not too far off from Vale. At a young age, Ai's family attended the Vital Festival in Vale, where Ai's parents bought her a yo-yo. She quickly became enamored with the toy, becoming incredibly proficient at performing advanced yo-yo tricks. As a Faunas, Ai had to defend herself against discrimination and bullying from other children, and used her yo-yo as an improvised weapon to do so, though it often got her in trouble and gave her a mischievous reputation. A year later, Ai's village was attacked by Grimm. It was quickly defended by an experienced Hunter, to which Ai bore witness. As a result, Ai was inspired to become a Huntress. Her parents were supportive of her dream, and sent her away to attend at Signal with the hopes of moving on to Beacon. At Signal, Ai reforged her beloved first yo-yo into one half of two dangerous Tiger Teeth, "Friend". Afterward, she saved up money to acquire an expensive top-of-the-line secondary yo-yo, and reforged it into her second weapon, "Stranger". The two are functionally identical, with the only difference being that Friend's disks are visibly more worn than Stranger's. Weapon: Tiger Teeth, Friend (right-hand) and Stranger (left-hand) Classed: DPSB (Dust-Propelled Star Bangalore). These weapons are a set of two lengthy wired mechanical yo-yos with five extendable rotating blades contained inside each disk. The blades can be extended in two configurations: just one (Chinese rope-dart mode), and all five (flying saw blade mode). Dust can be used as a propellant to super-accelerate the disks, change their trajectory more precisely while in the air, or reel in quicker. Similar to Chinese wind and fire wheels, they can also be used in close-range, but much less effectively. Semblance: Ai's Semblance allows her to use her aura to control her presence. While active, her aura is disguised and is difficult to detect, letting her move without making a sound, but her aura can also be used to exert the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by an unseen predator. Any suggestions for a Semblance? I was thinking of personal weight manipulation. Going with stealth op_nerf said Any suggestions for a Semblance? I was thinking of personal weight manipulation. Hmm... Personal gravity is good, but Claire already has it... Mayhaps something like Vital sensing because she's a tiger faunas? Is this functionally different enough from center of gravity manipulation?" Ai's Semblance allows her to apply her aura to change her physical weight at will -- from as light as a baby to as heavy as a car. She uses this to her advantage by altering her weight while grappling with the Tiger Teeth to weigh herself down and pull heavy objects, or make herself light enough to swing around objects. Ai's own physical hardiness is directly tied to her weight: at her lightest, Ai is using the least amount of aura, and takes the most damage." op_nerf said Is this functionally different enough from center of gravity manipulation? Looks good to me, but I hold no real authority, so my input is a bit pointless. Ryan [+] Name: Ryan Cottage: 17Gender: Male Race: Wolf FaunusAppearance: Ryan [+] Personality: TBR (will fill in if requested)History: Throughout the first half of his life so far, the only people he saw were his family members, so he never saw the racism directed towards faunas. At around the age of nine, he encountered his first non-famous. His parents had to leave to help in a rally that they wouldn't tell him about, and his babysitter was supposed to be a fellow faunas, but they couldn't go, so they had to get someone fast, it ended up being someone who didn't particularly like faunas, but needed the money. His parents came home to the babysitter calling their child racist names, introducing him to the real world of being a faunas. Ever since then, Ryan has kept his ears hidden under a hat he always wears and his tail hidden underneath his clothing. Despite knowing how faunas are looked down on by non-famous, he still worked hard to get into beacon and help humans of all kind by becoming a hunter. Weapons: Dual FAMAS with a chain linking the bottom ends of the handles. They also shoot as if they were SMGs (at the head of the handle, such as, if I were to put the blade on a rope, and shoot, the recoil would push the blade into the rope)Semblance: He has a short-range telepathy sort of power, when in the general area of someone, he can let them know what he plans on doing almost instantly and without speaking. (to partially simulate a leader of a pack of wolves on a hunt, directing the pack silently) Stealth or detection seems good. Keep with the apex predator vibe. Since, y'know, tiger. Both accepted but I am disappearing for today so will sort everything out when possible.go ahead a beginning Ring in the IC and I will introduce my characters when I return and shortly after that the initiation roles to sort teams Jurado [+] Name: Jurado Whiteboard Age:16Gender: male Race:human Appearance: Black Hair with Red Highlights, wears a black and red jacket with white angelic patterns, his pants are similar. Personality: Jurado is a clumsy person managing to trip on almost about anything in his path, he has a low intelligence, but his common sense is very good. He's always tinkering with his weapon taking more interest in that then people. He locks himself in his room sometimes and just thinks to himself. But Jurado turns into a different person when he's on the battlefield. History: Jurado lived merrily with his twin sister as orphans in the city, they were taken in by a professor of a combat academy and lived their days learning to become hunters, one day the school was attacked, and he lost his sister in the fray, later he found she had been captured and taken prisoner. Swearing vengeance Jurado started working harder in his combat skills rather than school work. Weapon:Riot Breakers:Semblance: Riot control, Jurado can make small visible shields just larger than his palms, they can block most weapons but cannot take punishment for long, they are a quick protection field. Hm, stealth or detection?" Ai's Semblance allows her to use her aura to control her presence. While active, her aura is disguised and is difficult to detect, letting her move without making a sound, but her aura can also be used to exert the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by an unseen predator."" When Ai activates her Semblance, she becomes hyper-aware of the environment around her and of herself, letting her move without making a sound. Both the presence of aura (Humans and Faunas) and the total lack of aura (Grimm, their lack of an aura stands out against the background noise) are easily sensed." jman221 said Jman221, spots are full from what I have written down but if I have three more people try to join I will make a third team so stay vigilant ^_^ op_nerf said Hm, stealth or detection? Detection sounds good to me :D ok no problems here I can wait He. Awkward faunas. My character thinks that everyone that stands there looking around is awkward, since he is a loud mouth that usually always speaks XD that wasn't meant to offend anyone ^_^ I just saw it as kind of funny, not insulting at all! You seemed a little iffy about it XD but yer :P we can role-play among me, you and tree till the others post Got it, I'll set a post up in a few minutes. Ok then sounds good to me :D Finally posted! XD same here :P And once more from me! Posted, sorry it took so long, was busy entertaining company. It's cool, same here. I'll try to get a post up as soon as I can, I've been busy today, sorry I'll work with the Semblance Speak, but I can't right now since I have to wait until the others posted. Posted, decided to make my character disappear briefly, and take your time guys XD still waiting on the other peeps, Sorry. Been thinking about my character and may change weapon that's fine ^_^ nothing is set until you have posted :) just don't take to long cos we're all becoming impatient XD Hope to finish things tomorrow Also rewatching RUBY Booker already has sensing powers, so I'll go with stealth. Will post in a minute. Well she seems a little harsh, but nothing Book can't handle! My character is in the food hall hiding for now, so you can get to know each other's characters, still trying to make some tweaks to the initiation :P I have updated my CS in the first page and I will post by the weekend. Should we talk about teams yet? Or is it still a little early for that? Sorry guys, going to be away over the weekend, if I can't get in an actual post today, assume Ryan stayed silent for a bit since the others were talking, then left to check out where he'd be sleeping for the night I am just waiting to see whether my revised CS will be accepted before posting checking it out so far, dunno has everyone posted yet? And still accepted witch child I can't post, we need rusty, but he said that he's going to be out for the weekend. I'm really sorry Pro and everyone else in that group, I was hoping you guys would just ignore my character until I got back, I'll try to post there ASAP It's cool, no worries. As long as we're getting back into the swing of it, it's alright. Soon I will be pushing the RP forward, getting impatient so to those that haven't posted will be forced into a team, and will be either temporarily controlled or have little interaction until they appear. But carry on as you are :) Working on my post q.q *pokes thread with a stick.* *Gently kicks thread to see if it's still alive* Well, I posted, and so did Marmara, so... *pushes Pro and Irish towards the IC* post, Sorry. Count me out. I got waaaaaaay too much on my plate. Ok then, sorry to hear :/ This has slowed to a stop... come on guys, you need inspiration? Watch the last episode again, or watch episode 8 again, THAT'S what we started this for, THAT'S what we'll end this doing! Ahaa yer this has died ever so slowly 0_0 will work on a way to liven it up again

RWBY_ The uncoloured heroes|rating:3.0

The Red Strain Gambit

His back was sore, his arms numb and his ass hurt. It was just past 8pm and dark as early October tended to be but unlike October the weather was still warm. He shifted in the saddle of the big 1,000cc Soft tail. His truck was tore apart in his garage. He blew the head on it. He had meet to fix it today. He hadn't heard from Jamie in just over a week. It was her first year at college. She'd gotten a full ride to St. Bartholomew's in New Dublin. A midsized city nestled deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Jamie texted or called him almost daily but for a week he had heard nothing. Granted she was busy with school and work, but today he couldn't get hold of her. He called her cell, her work and even a couple friends of hers. It wasn't that no one answered the phones it was the fact some were out of service, most of the others he got a busy signal only a couple actually rang. He had a bad feeling he couldn't shake. A feeling that made he climbs onto his bike and make the five-hour drive. Not for the first time did he think he was crazy, but he couldn't shake the bad feeling. He was just happy that it was Friday, and somehow he didn't have to be at work till Monday. That kind of long weekend was rare when you were the rookie cop in the department. At 22 Max had been on the force for just over a year he was still paying his dues working the crap shifts. He blew past a sign that said New Dublin 15 miles. His stomach growled. Other than breakfast early in the morning all he had to eat was some jerky and a Monster he slammed when he was getting fuel an hour back. Jamie didn't get off till 9pm on Friday and as a college kid her apartment didn't have food. Max knew he was being foolish, that Jamie would laugh he saw him, and he told her why he made the drive up on the bike in October. He decided he'd stop at Rest Stop just outside of town, have dinner and call her. He pulls up at the Rest Stop. Its part dinner part service station and shuts off the bike. He pushes his goggles up. Sitting on the bike he looks at the Rest Stop. It's empty inside, strange for early on Friday night. He drops his helmet over the handle bars of the bike and from a leg pocket of his cargo pants pulls out his cap. He pulls the hat low unto his head and heads into the Rest Stop. Wednesday was a typical midweek morning on a typical college campus when Jamie woke, still exhausted from the late night she’d put in with her books. Her phone glared angrily at her with no signal when she tried to text Max her usual, “Good Morning babe.” She missed him terribly away for her first year of school, but they’d agreed college was a wise choice. They also promised to make it work. He’d been up to see her a few times to the delight of her friends who enjoyed the image of him in his uniform. The five-hour drive wasn’t easily made, especially through mountain country and Jamie didn’t expect to see him often. He put in a lot of hours at work, and she respected that. It was a crisp October morning when she stepped from her dorm laden down with books for the day’s classes. A bitter wind tousled her long black hair as she half jogged towards her first class, math. She’d graduated from high school with the highest honors, valedictorian and a drive to do good in the world. So she was going to be a nurse, or a doctor. She was early enough in her education she could make the decision later. She slipped into class just as the professor began to lecture earning her a reproving glare. Furthermore, she offered a small apologetic smile before taking her seat. The monotony of class settled in as she pulled out her book and listened to the drone of Mrs. Allen who made Algebra sound as exciting as a cold shower and a frigid winter morning. Something wiggled at the back of her mind, something off about the day. She glanced up counting heads to discover half of the class was missing from their seats. Not completely unusual, but students didn’t usually miss until Friday. Something was wrong. Jamie felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water down her back as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. From her sweatshirt pocket she pulled her phone only to find the no signal symbol flashing in the corner. Screaming rent the air a few moments later. Everyone rushed to the windows peering out onto the sprawling campus at the chaos that unfolded before them. Max had taught her to see everything at once. Her keen blue eyes scanned the grounds as students fled other students. Bodies were scattered across the area as the fled in all directions or lay fallen under the attack. What had caused it? She knew school shootings sometimes happened and Max had prepared her for the possibility, but this was something altogether different. What the fuck was going on? What day was it? Jamie couldn’t remember. She slept sitting up with her back propped against the locked door of the windowless storage unit where she and a few others had taken refuge. They were all scared, worn thin and running out of options. She knew what it was they faced, but damn it all how had it happened? Logically zombies were an irrational fear trick used in movies to scare folks. She knew the likelihood that something could mutate enough to cause the brain to die, but the human body to still function was…a million to one? A billion to one? The body needed the brain. But the creatures that haunted their steps made the rational, logical argument fail. They were slow creatures; shuffling, mindless brutes that moaned as they relentlessly chased their quarry. The zombies weren’t the issue. Max had been right. She wanted to believe the world was a good place, but the students and staff around her hadn’t reacted to the catastrophe as she had. Jamie shuddered as she started, her dreams disturbed what little rest she had managed as nightmares clouded her thoughts the first day had been chaos. The second hadn’t been much better. The third day had been utter hell. Jamie had a small gaggle of still sane followers as she moved through the campus. The dorms weren’t safe. There were too many windows, too many weak points to defend. She had an array of pocket knives in her room and a small pistol tucked away at the top of the closet. She and her gang had scored provision that would last them a few days once they found a spot to squat. They’d turned a corner trying to escape a trio of the moaning creatures when Jamie had stumbled onto her best friend, Lynn. Jamie knew she was pretty with her sharp eyes, raven black hair and smooth pale skin. She had high cheekbones that made her face seem less round. Lynn was striking. With honey blond hair and a figure most girls made them sick trying to get, Lynn was the kind of girl who made prom queen and dated the football stars. It wasn’t far from the truth. Jamie had found Lynn pinned under the bulk of their meaty history professor. At first Jamie thought he was a zombie. A few seconds later she wished that had been the case. Jamie hadn’t thought twice before she sunk the blade of her favorite pocket knife between the Atlas and Axis vertebrates just below the base of his skull. Anger flooded her, adrenalin coursed through her blood heightening her strength as she dislodged the blade and slammed it down a second time in the exact same spot. Blood splattered her hands and poor Lynn who now had to work her body out from under the dead weight of the fat man lying dead atop her. Jamie left her knife there. That night she dreamed and found herself in the hallway staring down at the body. And the next night. And each night after. It was Friday. Morning had long since passed. She still had no cell signal and the smell of blood and smoke filled the campus. Her stomach growled at her angrily. They’d run out of food hours ago, but Jamie wasn’t ready to venture out again. The group seemed to have voted her the unofficial ring leader of their little refuge closet. Her hands shook as she skimmed the sleeping bodies around her wishing Max was here. He’d know the best next step. She was just trying to figure it the fuck out. Her body still felt off, wrong. Something had changed, but she wasn’t sure what it was. “Just the exhaustion Jamie. Don’t think too much of it.” She tipped her head back against the door behind her and closed her eyes hoping to see Max in her dreams. Max pushes the door to the restraint open and walks in. He dost see anyone but looking around it looks like people left in a hurry. A fork sits under a table, a couple plastic menus lay out on the tables, a turned over coffee mug on the counter." Hello" he calls out. He hears banging coming from the back. He walks towards the swinging doors leading into the kitchen. Furthermore, he stops at the door and starts to call out again when a man comes barreling out through the door. Max would have been knocked to the ground if not for the counter. He fights with the man. The man smells horrible and acts like he's drunk but from his white jacket Max can tell he's a cook. Max throws the man to the ground and gets a look at him. Its john the cook here, but something is wrong, his eyes are white, cataract over like a corpse and the smell it's the smell of a rotting corpse, it's a smell you don't forget. Most import John is missing a chunk of his neck. He no way he could have lived through that, not the way his coat is soaked with blood. Without realizing it Max pulls his Glock 19 from it's hiding spot under his coat. The Glock is his personal weapon equipped with night sights and a weapon light, his duty weapon is a Beretta 92. He aims down the Glock's night sights as John stands up and shuffles towards him mouth open. Max fires once in two Johns chest. The shot has no effect, a name for what john has become pops into his mind. Zombie. Max shifts his aim and fires again. John's head explodes and his body drops to the ground unmoving. Max jumps over the counter and runs out of the restraint. Just outside the door he sees two move zombies between him and the bike. He fires three times killing both. He jams his hat into a pocket quickly pulling his helmet on and gets the bike moving. Once on the road he heads for Jamie's apartment. A mile or so down the road he stops on a bridge and pulls his phone out only to find he has no service. He's only a couple miles from the apartment. He gets back on the road. The city is deserted. Strange for a college town. He decides to take the back roads. If there are more of those things he wants to avoid them as much as possible he's use four of his forty-five rounds. The dorm has a few of the creatures in it, but Max is able TP avoid them. He finds Jamie's dorm room tossed her hidden pistol gone. "Ok girl were did you go?" He asks as he scans the room again. An hour or so passes before Jamie managed to pull herself together and form a plan for her little shindig. Food was a necessity, safety and medical supplies. A shower would have been lovely, but at this current juncture it didn’t rank high on the list of things Jamie considered important. She checked her phone again. It beeped at her and died adding to her already foul mood. In the back of her mind she kept a mental list of all the bad horror movies Max had made her watch, a good portion of them about zombies. Not all had the same premise, but most of them all maintained a certain, basic ideal of what a zombie was and how to kill them. Break the connection from brain stem to the body. A shot to the head would work, or snapping the neck. Jamie looked over the group with her wincing at the thought. None of them had any hand-to-hand combat skills. She couldn’t rely on them to stay alive, let alone kill the monsters. The pistol rested in her lap reassuringly, its weight heavy but solid. She hadn’t used any of the clip yet, and she had two spares in her pocket, but they wouldn’t last long if the group ended up surrounded and outnumbered. “Jesus, Max. Where are you when I need you?” Not here, she reminded herself as she squared her shoulders and made plans to get the things they needed. She had a first aid kit in her dorm room which was a few floors down. It would do for now. If they used the alcohol wipes they might be able to wipe away the blood scent. A floor below her room in the basement was the cafeteria which should still be stocked with nonperishable goods she could collect for the group. Damn if she had to go alone. “Stay here. Do not let anyone in until I get back. Do not leave the room. Do not do anything.” With her final word of warning she slipped from the supply closet with a route and list in mind. She considered using the vents to sneak through the building, but discarded the idea unless absolutely necessary. Thick smoke clogged the halls as she slowly made her way towards the staircase. So far, so good. She could have sworn she heard something akin to gun shots earlier, but chalked the sound up to her imagination in the mess she now found herself. At the staircase she checked through the glass window before she advanced onto the small foyer. Slowly, she stepped lightly to avoid unnecessary noise. The beasts seemed drawn to sound as much as they did the scent of blood. She peeked over the rail down the next couple flights with her pistol ready in her hands. Nothing jumped out at her, nothing. Progress was slow as she moved down one flight at a time to her floor. She checked over the rail again to cover her flank before she moved to the door and peered through the glass into the hall. He takes a deep breath calming down. There is are clues here he knows it. His police training taught him how to find clues but that training is failing him. He strips his black, armored riding gloves off his hands. He grabs Jamie's pillow off the bed and closes his eyes. He sees her in flashes, Sleeping, doing homework. Furthermore, he concentrates harder but can't get any more information. Furthermore, he drops the pillow on to the bed and looks around slowly. There on the desk he sees her sunglasses. He grabs them, closes his eye and focuses. Again he sees flashes of Jamie around campus and town. He focuses on where she'd go to hide. Psychometric and all forms of divination are less than exact. But Psychometric let him taste Jamie's emotions in the visions. He's shaking and sweating from the effort but there, a vision, a room she's partied in a couple floors up. He pulls his gloves on and digs his small flashlight from his pocket with his left hand, his Glock in the right. Max's Glock had a light, but he preferred to move with an individual light and a gun. He moves out into the common areas heading for the stairs. He holds the light at his temple flashing the flashlight on for only a moment at a time as he needs as he nears the stairwell door. Furthermore, he pulls it open and sweeps the area before going in. He light falls on a small figure. It takes his brain a second to register the person in his light. A flash of movement caught her gaze in one of the doorways. She pulled away from the door and slipped towards the back wall giving herself space just in case it was one of the creatures. Moments later the door pushed open and Jamie found herself blinded by a flash of light.“Mother fucker.” She swore silently as she blinked spots from her vision while trying to make sense of the person standing before her. Tremors caused the pistol in her hand to shake. She steadied herself by gripping the small weapon in both hands. “Max?” Her voice wavered as she spoke his name still not believing that he could be here, now. She stepped towards him before reality snapped her back to the current, messy situation. “Have you been bitten, scratched? I’m assuming you’ve seen the monsters all over the campus.” Light from his flashlight blinded her enough she couldn’t see much more of him beyond his silhouette. He lacked the stale blood scent that lingered on most of the undead, he lacked the scent of fresh blood as well which gave her hope. She kept the pistol aimed at his head while she waited for his affirmation, but she was so nervous and shaken she could barely hold her aim. In the distance a low moaning wail echoed through an empty hall. Muffled, shuffling footsteps followed the noise that haunted the campus town. Jamie swore silently as she realized there must be a creature on the stair well a few flights down she hadn’t seen and the sound of her voice had drawn its attention. “We have to move, Max. Are you clean?” He'd hug her but for the gun in her hands. "I'm fine" he says looking towards the noise. "Let's get out of here, the bike is outside." He moves towards the way he came. Jamie followed him back into the hallway that lead towards her dorm where her first aid kit was stashed and a change of clothes. She couldn’t afford to shower, not now, but at least she could pull on a fresh pair of jeans that lacked the blood stains and scent. “Max.” She called softly as she turned from his path and through the open doorway into her room which appeared to have been thoroughly tossed during the past week. It didn’t matter. She had little of value she kept here and with the chaos unfolding around them, she needed less of the material things collected. “Shut the door, be quiet and it will pass by. There are things I need to get before I head back upstairs where the group waits. I can’t leave them Max. I can’t just jump on your bike and leave them helpless to the swarm.” The pistols she dropped onto the top of her dresser after she crossed the small room. She didn’t wait for the soft click of the door before she began to strip the soiled clothing from her limber body. Unlike Lynn who kept her body toned from cheerleading, Jamie was solidly built from all the years she’d trained in track and field. She tore all of her clothes off and tossed them into a corner before pulling on a fresh set. She selected carefully articles that would protect her, but allow easy movement. Her jeans she tucked into a pair of thick, black leather boots softened by years of use. She pulled on a black came, topped it with a warm sweater and grabbed her black leather jacket from her closet. She’d lost her favorite knife earlier and handed out a few of the smaller ones to her peers for use after the outbreak. Now she tucked one into her boot, pocketed a few more pocket knives and tossed Max the larger hunting knife she’d never used. Only her father knew why she owned it. From the top of her closet she pulled the first aid kit and the motorcycle helmet Max had given her. She also grabbed two larger, empty bags from the closet to collect food in from the cafeteria. “Do I need anything else?” Something wriggled at the back of her subconscious, something she was missing or overlooking in her rush to accomplish the task at hand. She wished she could just hop on the bike and ride out of town. Honor, duty and morality kept her grounded to the people she had helped keep safe thus far. Still, what was it she didn’t know? She snagged the pistol from the top of the dresser and handed him one of the bags. “Don two levels to the basement where the cafeteria is. None of us have eaten in about 24 hours.” Max groaned lightly to himself as he watched her change. He looked around the room grabbing a messenger bag he dumped out the continents. He shoved a wash cloth in the bag, a couple half empty water bottles, a pack of Camels, a bottle of vodka he found in Jamie's roommate's desk and a full bottle of Adderall. "Your roommate liked to party" he says as he takes the knife and kisses Jamie. He put the knife on his belt looking around the room. He doesn't see anything else he wants. "Ok food then bike lead the way" he says. Jamie leads the way to the kitchens down a back stair well. They are lucky not to see any more of the undead. As Jamie grabs food Max explores a little. He throws a bunch of Genoa bars into the bag and fills his water bottles after drinking his fill from the working tap. He steps around the corner from Jamie and yells in excitement as he grabs the fire axe from its case. As he eyes the weapon he hears the growl of an undead right as it pushes him into the wall. He fights getting the ax under its chin. He struggles, pushes off from the wall, driving the zombie back and to the floor. Max uses the ax to cave in the undead's skull. Breathing hard he notices the undead is dressed in the uniform of a campus cop. Max grabs the undead's weapon a Barrett 92 and both spare magazines dumping them I to the bag. The asp button goes in Maxes pocket next to my his mulatto. He puts the cuff keys into his left pants pocket. Into the messenger bag goes the zombie's pepper spray, taser handcuffs and radio. He gets back around the corner and looks at Jamie "New rule, no splitting up even if It's for the bathroom. He dumps the contents of a first aid kit into the bag and hands Jamie a large cast iron skillet. "Sorry I only found one ax. Lead the way to your people." He says. Jamie stayed on full alert as she moved around the kitchen collecting supplies in the bag she'd brought to fuel her group's energy levels enough to get out of the city. Eerie silence met her, the faint scent of rotting food and decaying flesh filled the cafeteria. It unnerved her, but not enough to halt her progress. She noticed when Max disappeared from her peripheral and when he reappeared slightly winded. The skillet he hands her she hefted with ease before she perked a brow at him in question. "Isn't that the theme of any horror flick, Max? Never split up and blonds don't go into the basement?" She teased to lighten the mood. She teased to remind herself she was still human and Max was actually in front of her. Furthermore, she teased because...the situation was all too much for her frayed nerves and what she needed right now was to curl up with him and remember the times before chaos ensued. Now wasn't that time. Jamie snapped a quick glance around the room which failed to note anything of import. "Let's go. Several floors up. It should be easy if we have cleared most of the...zombies." The word rang hollow in her ears. She hated saying it. It seemed so surreal. Jamie led the way as they backtracked up several flights of stairs towards the supply closet where she'd left the group. She gripped the cast iron skillet in her hand noting the weight and balance. It wouldn't take much to beat in the skull of a creature with the skillet. She felt like a cliché as she moved through the halls with Max at her heels. "Just so you know. I need a drink." Max follows Jamie up to the room with the others. He eyes them, he has never wanted to be on my his bike more. The stench of patchouli isn't masked the smell of the bodies needing a shower, Jamie almost smells enticing after so long not seeing her and Max's work. These kids Max snow knows will get him killed if he is not careful"Ok, we can't stay here. Get your shit we are movie out." He pulls Jamie to the side and pulls her into a kiss. "This is going to end bad." He says eye looks her over the dirt and grim pulling on him. His clean khaki cargo pants, black sweater, leather jacket and polished black combat boots makes her worn clothes look even worse. "We need to get them to safe place and get out of here." He whispers. "What is your plan? This place is not safe." He asks Jamie melted into him as their lips met while they stood amidst the dirt, grime and chaos of the new world around them. She knew she looked a fright and smelled worse after a week of fighting the decaying zombies. “I have no plan, Max. I plan to keep safe and find you. You found me.” She offered him a helpless shrug as she stared up into his eyes. It was all a jumbled mess in her head. The whole week blurred together as she shook the worry from her thoughts. Her group of people shuffled to their feet as they grabbed bags and stray pieces of luggage from the supply closet where they’d been tucked away hiding for days. It caused a huge racket, an uproar almost compared to the near silence that had descended upon the building ever since zombies had appeared. She could see the worry in Max’s gaze, knew he didn’t like the idea of a troop at his heels.“What should I have done, Max? Left them to fend for themselves?” There wasn’t much time for him to answer her as a low moaning and shuffling noise sounded at the halls end followed by the crash of something solid. Jamie’s instincts kicked into high gear as she gripped the skillet in her hand. She turned away from Max towards the zombie as it lumbered from a dorm room that had been abandoned at some point in the previous week. Whimpers billowed outwards from the group behind her. It wasn’t hard to kill the creatures, just dangerous. Dangerous because Jamie had to avoid teeth and claws which risked her own life. She dared not risk the sound of her pistol. The gun shot would reverberate through the halls and draw more of the undead to their current location. Silence, stealth were the order of the day if they wished to escape the building and city safely. Escape. Where were they to go? Surely the zombies were not localized to New Dublin alone. Were they? A second zombie blundered from the room behind the first as it moved towards them, the hungry glint in its eyes haunting and unnerving. “Shit.” She muttered as she hurtled the skillet in her hand towards the head of the first. It landed solidly causing the monster to crumble unceremoniously to the ground. Jamie found herself weaponless as the second zombie approached save for the pistol in her pocket. She back stepped a few times creating more distance, but its forward progress never ceased. Max shoves Jamie out of the way and caves in the zombies head with his ax. "We are going now. If you can't carry it you don't need it. Let's go" he calls. He pulls Jamie with him as he leads the group out of the room. They take the same service stairway down to the kitchens and out through a door into an asking lot. He sees panel tuck sits in the lot. There are a dozen of the undead around including one in a uniform matching the truck." Jamie gets the Em in the back of that truck" Max runs at the uniform zombie killing it with an ax blow Max finds the keys in a pocket he looks up and runs for the tuck. The zombies are busy one of the students has been grabbed and is being devour, Max shoves Jamie into the truck and dives in after her. He gets the truck started and throws it into gear. The students fighting not to tumble out of the open door. "Ok km we need a saw place?" He asks as he steers the tuck the through the city. "This beast doesn't have we a lot of fuel" he grumbles. Max doesn't see the hatchback that slams into the tuck before it can go halfway across the camps the truck tips over onto the driver's side. Max is knocked out cold, hanging limply in his seat bet. Jamie had enough sense to snag the fry pan before she half followed Max as he half dragged her down the hall towards the stairs. Sluggish from days of being sedentary, the others hastened to follow them, but it didn’t take much for Max to leave them behind. Jamie cast a fretful eye over her shoulder as they scurried in their wake, but she knew the group wasn’t prepared to venture out. Not yet. Max wasn’t stopping, had no intention of slowing down for anything. They burst through the door into sunlight which caused Jamie to see spots like she had when Max shined his flashlight in her eyes on the stairs. She kept on her toes, kept her body in motion as she danced away from the creatures that surrounded the truck Max wanted them into. She could see his plan unfolding in her head and made for the passenger side. Behind her someone screamed, and she turned in time to see one of the students go down. “Keep your asses moving,” She yelled. Anger flashed red-hot through her blood as she white-knuckle gripped the skillet in her hands. “Do not let them get close, or you’re finished!” Irritation glinted in her gaze as the all too familiar sensation of something more swamped her thoughts. Jamie staggered as a wave of ire flooded her. She didn’t understand what was wrong. She had yet to be bitten, scratched. Was still had all of her cognitive faculties, but something was different. She tripped to the truck and belted herself inside, shutting the door as a zombie swiped at where her body had been moments before. Max belted himself in a moment later, and they were off as those left alive grabbed for any kind of hand hold they could find. Max tore through the streets of New Dublin as he raced away from the university.“Max! What out…” Too late, she shouted the warning as the hatchback slammed into them sending the truck out of control. They landed solidly on the driver’s side, Max knocked out cold on impact leaving Jamie in a very desperate situation. The noise was sure to draw the creatures to their location. Staying put meant suicide, so Jamie focused her attention on her surroundings. She noted a few houses with zombies spilled from drawn towards the ringing noise of the car alarm. Smoke billowed into the cabin as Jamie ripped her seat belt off and Max’s. She hefted his bag over her shoulder and half dragged, half lifted him from the cab. She muttered and mumbled curses under her breath as she slipped an arm around his waist and slung his upper body across her shoulders. It wasn’t a pretty carry, but in a pinch it would do. Quickly she secured the axe to the bag, so the blade would not cut either of them and hefted the skillet. It was lighter and easier to wield with one hand. She stumbled across the street towards the only lit building on the block. Lynn appeared on her left and Jamie flinched back from her initially. “Clean.” Lynn gritted through her teeth as she helped hoist Max’s weight. A chanced look back revealed that none of the others had made it out of the truck and were now falling prey to the creatures who fell on them eagerly. Jamie barreled through the front door of the restaurant, its “OPEN” sign still blinked brightly out into the street, expecting to see a horde of the creatures inside. She found nothing but chaos. Overturned chairs and tables littered the room along with napkins and cutlery. Menus lay scattered here and there throughout the dining area as the girls dragged the limp man further into the building. “Dry storage. Safest place. Won’t be as cold as the walk in.” What Jamie knew from working as a waitress? Dry storage are always interior rooms with doors that lock. Usually left open for employees, but they could shut themselves in until Max recovered. And there might be something to snack on. Peanut butter and crackers, maybe. Adrenaline pumped through her blood. She moved with caution, her every sense on alert as she neared the back of house. Despite the front being empty it was possible some zombies lingered in the kitchen. She lifted a finger to her lips indicating to Lynn stealth was best at this juncture. They moved quietly into the kitchen. Dry storage was just ahead, she could see boxed lined neatly on the shelves. A few more steps into the kitchen and something solid, foul sprang at her. And then a second something. Jamie twisted to try and knock at both of them with the skillet, but Max’s weight hindered the motion of her body. She screamed in terror as the wave of anger, energy that had been festering in her blood exploded outwards just as she could feel the rank, warm breath of the decayed creature. It slammed into the zombies knocking them backwards with enough force that as their bodies smashed into the walls a wet, but solid crack resonated back at them. Jamie suddenly felt woozy, drained. She toppled to her knees on the cold tile floor, all colors faded to a gray scale. She crawled towards safety with Max’s weight still half resting on her back. Lynn struggled to pick him up, but she could do little more than grab his wrist and drag. As they crawled into the room Jamie collapsed wearily. The cold floor felt good against her flushed skin and as Lynn secured the door behind them, Jamie faded into darkness. Max comes too in a room lit by a flash like lined with shelves. He looks at the women "what happened, were is everyone?" He head spins and he body ache. The zombie beats on the door "we'll deal with that later" he says as he sips water from a bottle as Jamie and Lynn explains what happen." Ok" he says standing. He draws his gun and with the other hand holds onto a shelf. He kicks the door open forcing the zombie back. Max drills the corpse between the eyes. He waits a minute for more zombies to find them, then two minutes. "I'll be back". He quickly does a building search but does not find any more corpses. He comes back to the locker "hey lets grab that fridge and putt it in front on the door to the dinning room so It's blocked off. Its takes a while but finally the barricade s finally up. Max drops in the chair in the manager office. The phone is dead and the computer won't connect to the internet. He rifles through the desk and finds a snub nose a loaded .38. He looks up ad the girls are nowhere to be seen. Furthermore, he drops the gun into his left boot. Furthermore, he'll give it to one of them later. Furthermore, he throws a box of shells into his bag for the .38. Furthermore, he eyes the small safe under the desk and for a laugh he tries the handle, surprisingly it turns. Max opens the safe finding a stack of cash wrapped in a sheet of paper. The pays is a deposit slip for just over five thousand dollars. Max throws the cash into the bag, closes and locks the safe. He lights a cigarette and rests. He can hear the girls banging around. Jamie's idea was to see how much food they could find and to fill pots with water. He closes his eyes and drinks more water. They can't say here long. They need to move but its safe here for the time being. A clap of thunder sounds, and he can hear rain on the roof. "Guess the sky looked a little dark in the truck" Gentle shaking roused her from the horrific nightmares that consistently plagued her sleep until she feared closing her eyes. “Five more minutes, I dreamed zombies were real.” Awareness flooded her thoughts as she rolled over awakening ever nerve ending to the pain sleep had subdued. Lynn breathed a sigh of relief as Jamie pulled herself into a sitting position despite the pain that lanced through her body. “How long was I out?” She shifted, so her body sat in the cone of light from one of the flashlights that sat positioned on the low shelves of the stockroom.“Everything a little blurred. I remember Max getting knocked out, but everything after that…” She pressed the heel of her palm to her aching forehead hoping to force clarity into her memories. “We struggled to carry Max into the diner while the others ran into themselves. How did you escape Lynn?” Jamie questioned knowing it could be dangerous if Lynn herself had been bitten or scratched by the nightmares outside. Lynn looked down at her hands sheepishly. “The others freaked, things turned into more chaos and I just slipped away. I didn’t try to save anyone. I saw you trying to carry Max and knew my best bet was to stay with you.” Jamie nodded as she sifted through the haze that shrouded her thoughts. We entered the diner, no zombies. We made it to the kitchen, two zombies. They pounced and we were doomed. There was no way to escape. But suddenly… It’s not possible. Zombies aren’t possible either, so maybe… I’ll ask Max. Max! Jamie glanced down to find him sprawled where they’d left him. She reached down resting her hand on his thigh as he slept still out from the collision. “Likely he’ll have one hell of a concussion.” She mused as she ran through the crash in her head. Despite the raging drum beating at her temples, Jamie began to methodically run her hands over Max’s body checking for any breaks or swelling that could suggest internal bleeding. Relieved to find nothing, she settled back against the shelf to wait. Jamie dozed off only to wake as nails began to scratch their way down the storeroom door. It grated at her already frayed nerve endings and threatened to shatter what little sanity remained. Max, her saving grace, moved, groaned and sat up. His dazed expression echoed hers, but it did not take long for Max to regain control and assess the situation. Jamie watched in mute surprise as he pushed the door open, calmly shot the zombie between the eyes and set about putting a barricade into place. Smart. She admitted to herself, angry she hadn’t thought of it already. The three of them had the shrewd barricade in place in minutes, but Jamie knew it was only a temporary fix. Max set off for the office and Jamie gave Lynn the task of finding foods and purifying water. It wouldn’t hurt to stock up while they were here. Perhaps Max can find another truck and if he can avoid crashing it, we can stock it full of nonperishable goods if we find a store. Survival mode kicked in as she made plans and schemed, but she knew she’d need to run it all through Max. They would need to find a secure location that would provide more safety than this little diner could. With Lynn engrossed in her job, Jamie set off to see Max. Steal a kiss, maybe. Tell him what had happened with the zombies. Steal another kiss. She paused as she spied a stack of clean rags set aside on one of the counters. She snagged them and made for the dish area. Carefully she stripped out of her mostly clean clothes which she set aside so they didn’t get wet or dirty on the stacks of dishes that wreaked of mold. Bacteria had already taken hold and several of the plates looked more than a little fuzzy. Quickly, she poured soap on one towel before she dragged it down her body taking care to clean any blood splatters from her skin. Another wet towel succeeded the first rinsing soap suds from their perch. It took multiple runs to clear her body of the soap and once done she felt better, clearer. Jamie pulled her clothes on and headed for the office where Max had vanished to. She peeked in finding Max lounging in the office chair while he smoked a cigarette. Thunder boomed while rain pattered on the roof above and Jamie wrinkled her nose at Max, at the weather and the whole situation. She moved closer, snared the cigarette from his hand and placed it off to the side where it would lie safely without burning the building down around them. Carefully she climbed onto the chair testing that it would support her weight and his as she straddled him. It didn’t snap so she lifted her hands to his shoulders and leaned down to brush her lips against his once, twice.“Max, I need to tell you something.” Worry creased her brow as she leaned away from him. She needed to explain what had happened before she lost her nerve. Fear drifted through her eyes as she watched his expression all while giving him the details of what had happened in the diner. She didn’t know how to explain the burst of power? Magic? Hell, she didn’t what it was. She just knew it had saved their lives, and she wasn’t going to complain. Once done she waited for him to reply with her breath caught in her throat. Max wraps his arms around her and nuzzles her neck "what's up?" He asks. He notes she smells life soap. "Took a songs bath?" He says with a chuckle when he sees her fumbling for the words she is looking for. "This place should be safe for the night then we can figure something out. We need a car, we need to get out of town." He holds her "I'm sorry about your people. I never saw that car coming. But you and Lynn did well getting here." He watches her from the corner of his eyes. He can almost guess what she's going to say. Furthermore, he's known how to read people since he was young, his training as a cop and teen years as a hood only sharpened his ability. But this time he can almost see the words she will say. Max was puzzled by this. He's never been skilled at precognition, only getting an intuitive feeling when bad things were in the air. But this town is strange, there is an energy in the air and it's making his abilities stronger. He knew his injuries from the crash would be healed by morning just like he knew from psychometric that the owner of the restaurant who put the money in the safe was dead and that Max had shot him. Max closes his eyes and waits for Jamie to tell him what she thinks is crazy. Jamie strived to maintain eye contact with him as she began her story. She started at the beginning with the initial onslaught of the ghoulish creatures that now haunted their steps. She knew she sounded crazy and her fear of the reaction she expected from him coupled with the extreme fatigue made it too difficult to look into his eyes. So she dropped her gaze as she spoke. This wasn’t much better because she ended up staring at his mouth which only made her want to kiss him again, to curl up in his arms and forget the world around them.Finally, she resorted to staring down at her hands while she told him about the past week. She didn’t know how to explain that she always just seemed to know. She knew when a zombie was around the corner. Furthermore, she knew when someone had been bitten and would compromise her and her people. And the wave of power here in the diner just topped the cake. She winced as she struggled to find the words for that part. “We…dragged you in Max. I could hear the zombies behind us as they fell on the others who didn’t think to move, didn’t think to act.”The diner was the only building that didn’t have dead bodies in the doorway, so this was the safest place. The front of house was trashed but clear. Lynn and I managed to drag you into the kitchen. There were two zombies here that jumped us. We weren’t prepared, and I wasn’t ready.“ She paused to chance a look at his face, but she couldn’t read him. “We should all be dead. But something happened, some kind of power…a wave of some sort that threw them across the room with enough force to kill them.” Jamie spoke, so rapidly her words tumbled over one another as she hastened to tell him before she lost her nerve. She stared down at her clasped hands as everything finally began to hit her. Her head still pounded from the unbridled use of power. Her body ached from days of cramped spaces and sleeping upright and at the ready. She wanted it all to be over for just a few minutes, but she knew that wasn’t an option. She just had to hope Max believed her. He listens to her story with a bored and tired patience nodding at points. "I know was you mean. There is an energy in the air. Its making me stronger." He holds an out his hand and mutters something under his breath, the cigarette Jamie took and put out floats into his hand. He sticks it in his mouth and lights it. "Telekinesis is one of the harder powers to use. And one of the most showy. So us witches don't use it much. Spells and rituals are focuses, they make it easier to use magic, but people can manifest powers without using spells. It's particularly common when the person is understress or some other powerful emotion." He explains calmly as he finishes the cigarette. He drops it and grinds it out. This energy is making my abilities stronger. I'll be fully healed tomorrow. We'll head out then. I have a 9mm and three mags for Lynn. He kisses her, his hands slipping under her shirt and up her ribs to cup her breasts. The radio in Max's bag that he took off the zombie cop bursts to life with a squad of static. "If anyone can hear this come to the stadium. There is food, water and safety." The message repeated before the radio died and went silent. Max eyes the radio with suspicion not only for interrupting but because the voice in his head is suddenly very quiet about the message. In his experience the only thing worse than th voice telling him something is bad is when its completely silent on a mater. "Tonight we prepare and rest and discuss that stadium. I'm sure you know where it is." Jamie m's jaw dropped as he responded to her. She had expected a look, he'll, she wouldn't have blamed her for calling her crazy. Instead, she received a nod and simple explanation that it was the use of telekinesis. He even demonstrated the power as if it were as simple as riding a bike. "...don't use it...? Spells?" Jamie recovered from her shock with an expulsion of questions which tumble from her lipstick one after the other in a jumble of words. The? How long? Why didn't I know? Why suddenly an? Why is this place making everything stronger?" Her questions cease with the press of his lips against hers. She sighs into the kiss, her tongue moving to tracer he curves of his mouth. The brush of his hands as they slide under her shirt and against her flesh caused her to shiver against him. Jamie inhaled sharply as the heat from his hands seeped through the thin bra as if its simply wasn't there. She pressed closer against him just as the radio blared to life with a brief message before going dead once more. "Why does it sound like a trap?" She murmured against his lips. "I like the idea of rest. You could show me that trick again and close the door." Smiles "magic is like the tide. It ebbs and flows. When the tide is in, magic is stronger. When it is out, magic is weaker. The tide went out at the turn of the 20th century, lucky for us is come in only after World War Two. Hitler knew about magic and tried to use it for the Nazi case, but the tide was out and magic was weak. As for why did it increase, I don't know. This isn't the tide coming in It's too fast, too strong, too localized. It could be this town is on a crossroads of a set or more of lay lines but that really doesn't explain why either. He nods "it doesn't sound right. We'll listen tonight to see if it repeats and if it's a recorded message. It might be an old message. But why would they choose the stadium..." His pondering is cut short as she closes the door. He watches her with a grin he quickly hides when she turns around. He looks her in the eyes and snaps, loudly, once. Jamie listened thoughtfully to Max as he rambled on about the tide of magic, which she did care about, but not at this exact moment. She stopped short as he mentioned Hitler and the Second World War that had wracked the nations. Still, that wasn’t her priority either. She nodded as he spoke of lay lines, a term she’d heard before in passing, but really Jamie’s focus was on Max. She closed the door with a soft thud and turned to face him. Furthermore, she just missed the grin as he snapped his fingers at her. Jamie had been through enough over the past week she was feeling a little attitude, a little spunk. She met his gaze and held it as she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers once, loudly just as he had. A slow smile curved her lips as she leaned back against the door waiting to see what his response would be. Max raises an eyebrow at her snap. The room is small. He stands slowly, his hand shoots out grabbing Jamie by the wrists and pulls her to him and growls into her ear menacingly Outside thunderclaps hard enough to shake the building causing the light to flicker. The rain falls hard on to the roof. Max bites James neck, his hand finding her belt shoving her pants down roughly to the floor. He snaps the waist band of her nanites playfully. Soft laughter bubbles in Jamie's throat as Max snares her wrists, dragging her against his hard body. He growled, the sound low and threatening, but it did little to frighten her. IN fact, it did just the opposite and only egged on her antics as she snapped her teeth at him. She'd missed him enough while stranded up in the mountains with her studies. Now as the warmth of hid body beats at her skin, she allows her thoughts to drift away from the chaotic mess that existed outside of the small room they stood in. Thunder rumbles, lightening likely lances the sky as rain pelts down on the restaurant roof in time to the beating of her heart. At this moment she allows the world to fall away leaving only Max as he impatiently shoved her pants to the floor. He snapped the elastic band of her panties much like he might a rubber band, but the pain only encouraged her. With one hand free she reached up twisting her fingers in his hair with a gentle tug. She worked her captured wrist in his grip trying to free it as she stepped closer and nibbled at his lower lip. Most of Jamie's friends had given up on waiting for their boyfriends to come visit, most of them had lasted a week at most. Jamie had spent countless hours thinking about him. Jamie smirked up at him as she freed her hand from his hair and snapped her fingers a second time. "Really, Max? Is that all?" She teased knowing better. He smiles and her, it's been a long day. He's not even sure what time it is he's sure dawn can't be far away but it doesn't matter. He's found Jamie, she's safe, their safe for now. Tomorrow was a few hours away, but that didn't matter, now did. With his free Han he pulls the Glock from it's hiding spot and sets it on the desk out of the way. He garbs her free hand and moves it so he can hold both her wrists above her head with his left hand. He presses her back into the wall next to the desk. "Just getting started" he says grinning. He kisses her before she can respond. The kiss stretching outgrowing each other them growing more forceful. Max's free hand slides down Jamie's side, his fingers wrapping around the band of her panties. He pulls them up hard causing the fabric to bite into her tender skin. He breaks the kiss as images flash through his head. A stadium, a horde of the undead during through a gate, the three of them running for there lives, a man in a lab coat, and old CB type radio. More images to fast to process and finallfinally a strong of alphanumeric characters. 03-K64-FF. He doesn't realize the visions have made him pull harder the Jamie's panties causing them to rip a little and dig into her more. He blinks to clear away the image and smiles kissing her. "More?" He asks. Jamie sighed into the kiss as she stood pressed to the wall with her hands an over her head. He's removed the gun and turned his full attention to her which only made her shiver with desire. It was more than a want. Jamie needed to feel him kiss her, touch her. After all she's been through Max was what helped ground her unreality. As their breath mingled with the kiss they shared Jamie could almost swear she could taste Max's relief that he's found her as well as his own desire. She yelled softly as he pulled the elastic taut against her skin when suddenly something changed. She wasn't sure what he saw, but something had him on edge enough he ripped her panties against her flesh causing her to bite her lip to keep from making too much noise. Outwardly very little gave away his thoughts. Jamie just knew and she wasn't sure how. She peered up at him quietly, but he seemed determined to put whatever it was that set his nerves on edge to the side. Jamie made a mental note to ask him later when he asked if she wanted more. Jamie always wanted more. She strained against his hold to press her body against his as she nipped at his lips. "Did you forget what I like while we were apart?" She teased with a grin and a twinkle in her eyes. ***the Storm rages on, the rain beats a fast tattoo on the roof. They lay naked on cardboard and their clothes Jamie lays under his jacket her head on his chest sleeping. He smokes a cigarette in the dark, his watch shows that its almost 3 am, Dead Time. The computer monitor lies on the screen smashed from its fall of the desk Max smiles as he thinks about the encounter. The room is cool but still his sweat causes the scratches to burn. Jamie's head presses into the bite she left on his pectoral muscle causing it to hurt but not in an unpleasant manner. Besides he knew she slept with more injuries. He chuckles, they had caused enough noise Lynn had beat on the door thinking they were fighting a zombie. The only nice thing about Jamie being gone off to school was the sex which was always fun become even rougher as they sought and fought to make up for the missing time. Max snubs out the spent smoke and as he does Jamie shifts and rolls onto her side in her sleep. Checking his gun is where he left it. Tomorrow they will get out of this hellhole of a town. He spoons close to her and slides himself back into her looking to get a few hours asleep or another round he's not sure what he wants or needs. The extra energy he's been feeling has healed him quicker then he thought it also seems to be helping to knock the edge off his weariness.***An older stereotypical professor in khakis, tweed sweater, round glasses and his silver hair slicked back in a white lab coat sits a desk. He still has power so a lamp burns on the desk. An old book bound in a strange leather sits on the desk next to an old Luger pistol. The book contains writing in a strange arcane alphabet in an ink that has dried rust brown. "All is Ready. Soon we will finish the work started all those decades ago. See to the men." the old man says to a younger man with a long fade hair cut, black polo shirt, khaki cargo pants and the air of one who has served a lifetime in the military. "The Men know their duties Obersturmbannfuher." The younger man says. Still he nods his head and goes to do as ordered. The old man Smiles at the use of his rank, It has been so long since he heard it. Jamie lay half asleep some time before dawn with her head on Max's chest. The faint scent of cigarettes smoke lingered in the air clashing with the musty cardboard they slept on and the very appealing musk Max always smelled like. She lay silently for a few minutes as she basked in the warmth of his body. Usually it took her several days to recover from a weekend spent together, but now she felt oddly recharged and half sated. The energy was off, different. She couldn't explain it, she couldn't really explain anything, but Max knew Muscles in her neck knotted forcing her to roll to her other side relieving the pressure. She pressed her naked body against his still pondering the many questions tumbling in her head when he turned towards her once more. Jamie groaned with delight as he cuddled close to her back. "Already, Max?" She teased in a breathless whisper as he slid inside her body from behind. The air surrounding then seemed charged almost and Jamie could almost taste the energy between them. She could feel a shift as if something outside the room they were in changed, a shift in balance that made her feel even more off center. It was dark and it frightened her. Something moved in the night, in the shadows, and it rattled her to the very core of her being. She had no words. All she could do was lay in the warm cocoon they had created and tremble." Please tell me you feel it too." She murmured softly as she leaned into him for support. All she wanted to do was escaped the bloody town with him and Lynn. Hell she'd go on one of her fathers fishing trips if it meant she didn't have tone here. "Yeah, that's interesting." He holds her close kissing her before he gets up and throws Jamie her cloths. "Get dressed get Lynn and whatever stuff you need, we're getting out of here now. I shot the owner dead he should have his keys and bis car should be out back but if it's not to new I can hot wire it." He gets dressed hurriedly grabbing his bag he sets out the .38 revolver and the extra ammunition "give that to Lynn" max is really starting to get nervous from the energy. He goes to the dead ghoul he knew to he the owner and searches him. Max finds a set of keys that said Ford on the. Max smiles at his luck the key is an older style it didn't look to be chipped. He goes to the back door and looks through the security window, he can just make out a what looks like a Crown Victoria in the rain and none of the dead. "Shiny" he says. He goes back to check on the girls to see if they're ready. Seeing they picks up his axe and nods his head to the door "we go out that door to the crown Vic in the lot. I don't see any dead and the rain will mask our noise but keep quiet move quickly and don't shoot unless you have too. I'll smash the tail lights out, and I got the keys, but I should be able to start it if need be." They go out the door and across the lot. Max knocks out the tail lights, but the car is locked. He puts the key to the lock praying he almost cheers when the lock turns. He slides in and hits the button to open the other doors. The girls jump in he hits the locks as the doors close and fires the big V8. He pulls out of the lot of leaving the headlights off." Ok we are getting out of this hellhole" Max declares as he turns on to the road Jamie wasn’t prepared for the sudden change in events. She much preferred being held against his body to the flurry of activity as they prepared for their escape from New Dublin. Quickly she dressed and rushed Lynn into finishing up any last minute tasks before they followed Max out of the back door and towards the indicated car they were going to flee in. It all felt off, too easy somehow. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong, but something was. The fleeting energy surge she’d felt while they lay naked in the office still haunted her. She could tell it had rattled Max as well, but he said nothing to her. It gnawed at her subconscious. What were they missing? “They aren’t fast, Max. Drive carefully and we can outrun them. It would be better if we avoided another collision.” Her words sounded hollow in her own ears. Max knew best how to handle a crisis, it came with his training as a cop. Jamie turned her attention towards the window watching places she’d come to know during her semester fly by. Undead littered the streets ambling towards them as they passed, but they were all too slow to make much of a difference to the car. Every so often they’d come against a crash that blocked the road so much they car could not pass. Some of it felt staged as if the cars had been placed just so to keep people from progressing that way. The more dead ends they hit the more Jamie felt like they were being herded towards the stadium. She didn’t want to voice her opinions until they found the main road out of town completely blocked off by smoking trucks. “Max…” She whispered softly to keep Lynn from overhearing. Luckily her best friend was out cold in the back seat. “Max this feels very wrong.” Something cold and sinister caused a chill to crawl its way up Jamie’s spine until she felt like her body was made of ice. Emotions pressed at her, energy clung to every inch of her waking consciousness until her own thoughts and emotions were so oppressed she could not distinguish the two. She wanted to reach for his hand to anchor herself, but Jamie found she was frozen in place a live statue. The overwhelming tide stole her voice as well leaving her vulnerable. She could taste fear, but was it her own or that of the people still alive in the town> Max sits on the overpass looking at the destroyed trucks blocking his path. Another truck blocks the exit ramp so he can't drive down on to the highway using the wrong lane. His options are to go back into town or to take the on ramp that's open." The stadium is down that on ramp ain't it?" He asks but it's not a question. He knows the answer even if he hates it. "Damn" he says he can hear the groans of the couple of undead around him. He doesn't have long to make a decision before they swarm the car. He starts to wish he'd stayed in that restaurant office with Jamie and not here. "Ok, to the stadium then." The roads towards the collage stadium are thick with cars and pile ups then they hit a ring of wrecks that seem to block all but one way to that edifice of collegiate sports. And the. All.at once the roads are open and clear, but there is only one place to go. Max stops the car out front of the main gate. He looks at Jamie and kisses her. It starts slow but the longer it goes on the more need builds as his tongue plays over hers, and he pulls her close. Finally, they break the kiss "wake Lynn. Let's see what's going on and get the hell out of town."***The man in khakis and black polo returns to the room with the old man "Obersturmbannfhuer, the men report they are ready, and the device is operating as you said it would. However, Klaus seems to have taken ill. He is experiencing nausea, headaches and hallucinations. He is also extremely agitated." The old man looks up from his book for a moment. "You will go to him and shoot him in the head twice." Seeing his underlings hesitation the old man gives an exasperated sigh. "I told you there would be casualties. Klaus was a good man but now he possesses a danger to us. We must eliminate him if we are to achieve our goals. Tomorrow morning we will achieve what we tried to achieve 74 years ago. Then the tide was out. Now the tide is back, with the device to draw energy from the surrounding area and the eclipse tomorrow the rituals in this book will finally work." He sets his hands on the stage book with reference. "We shall accomplish the goals of the Führer and the Fourth Reich shall reign."***Max entered the stadium his pistol in one hand and his flashlight at his ear as he sweeps the area. When he was sure it was clear he called for the girls to join him. "Well this is where we were supposed to go but what now?" Jamie couldn’t fight the dread that sat heavier than a lead weight in her stomach as Max maneuvered through the roadblocks towards the only passable on ram. Minutes passed in silence as the scenery suddenly cleared of wreckage allowing Max to pick up speed as they raced towards the stadium Dark energy radiated outwards from the ominous building so intensely that Jamie could feel it before she could see the edifice of college sports. They pulled into a parking spot right in front of the entrance and as Max cut the engine, Jamie turned to face him. She knew he understood her fear and the situation better than she did. Her lips parted as if to speak, but she had no words of encouragement or wisdom for the danger they were about to face. It mattered little because as soon as she turned his lips pressed against her own. The kiss started soft, his lips brushed against hers as light as a butterfly, but passion grew with an intensity that rendered Jamie breathless. Their tongues dueled and danced until they finally broke leaving her winded and panting. Jamie leaned over the center and jostled Lynn’s shoulder until she woke with a start. Jamie lifted a finger to her lips to signal for silence before she slipped from the car and faced the darkened building. She could see the ghosts of previous attenders and hear the echo of their laughter, screams of triumph and tears of defeat. The shades faded as she and Lynn followed carefully in Max’s wake. It all seemed too quiet at first, too empty. In her right hand she gripped the smaller pistol from her room. The spare he’d given her was secured at the small of her back. She waited for him to glance back before using her left hand to signal as he’d taught her. The motions were simple. He had point, she’d take up the rear leaving Lynn protected between them. She fell back keeping a keen eye on their six as they progressed forward, but aside from a few machines kicking to life per their normal cycle she didn’t hear much. At one point she thought she heard ambling steps, and she raised her pistol in preparation. Instead of a zombie a small black cat padded around the corner which sat and stared at her expectantly. She blinked and turned away in time to catch a fleeting movement ahead just out of the corner of her eye. She moved closer and tapped Max on the shoulder before she pointed towards the small access hallway where she’d seen the outline of a figure disappear. Zombies would have moved towards them, not away. Max could feel it in his entire body, the energy in the building was like a throbbing heart. He could tell the path someone wanted them to take what with the blocked off paths. Still he moved towards the beating. He turned suddenly to see what startled Jamie. He couch'd down, the cat coming to rub against his leg. Furthermore, he scratched behind the cat's ear. His eyes close, and he sees what the cat has. The images are strange and distorted, tainted with the cats fear. He sees the building clear of the undead except certain rooms were they gather and wait for no reason. He sees the man in the lab coat with men that look like soldiers and final he sees a device that glows with energy." What the hell?" Max gasps. He stands and nods towards a blocked off path. "We go through there." Max hefty the ax and swings at the lock. It takes a couple swings but the lock breaks. Max strips the chain from the double doors and him and Jaime more quickly down the staircase deep in to the bowls of the stadium.

The Red Strain Gambit|rating:4.0

Settling the new lands_ OOC

We have the IOC thread now!(Will be building more on this.)MAIN GAME: LINK (Female human witch (hex channeler, seducer) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Legacy of the First World 16, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 132, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 65)LN Medium humanoid (human)Unit +4; Senses Perception +4--------------------Defense--------------------AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 DEX)hp 6 (1d6)Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3; -1 penalty vs. fear spells and effects--------------------Offense--------------------Speed 30 ft. Melee dagger +1 (1d4+1/19-20) or. . Spear +1 (1d8+1/×3)Ranged light crossbow +2 (1d8/19-20)Special Attacks fey charm Witch (Hex Channeler, Seducer) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +4). . 1st—mage armor, summon monster I.. 0 (at will)—detect magic, grasp, stabilize. . Patron Enchantment--------------------Statistics--------------------STR 13, DEX 14, Con 10, Int 16, Wis 12, CIA 16Base ATK +0; CMB +1; CMD 13 Feats Alertness, Persuasive, Prodigy[UM]Traits caretaker, charming, reactionary Skills Bluff +6 (+7 vs. characters who could be attracted to you), Craft (alchemy) +9, Diplomacy +6 (+7 vs. characters who could be attracted to you), Heal +6, Intimidate +5, Perception +4, Perform (sing) +6, Profession (cook) +5, Sense Motive +3, Spell craft +7 Languages Common, Dwarves, Even, Orcs otherworldly allure, secret shame, witch's familiar (viper named Noodle)Combat Gear: blunted bolts (10), crossbow bolts (10), dagger, light crossbow, spear. Carried: hip flask[UE], masterwork backpack[APG], spell component pouch, waterski. Pack: alchemist's fire (2), bedroll, candle (10), ink, ink pen, mess kit[UE], mirror, pot, soap, torch (5), trail rations (5), twine (50')[APG. Belt Pouch: chalk (10), flint and steel, 4 GP, 5 CP.--------------------Special Abilities--------------------Charm +1 (3 rounds, DC 14) (SU) Improve attitude of humanoid or animal in 30 ft. by 1 step(s). Empathic Link with Familiar (SU) You have an empathic link with your Arcane Familiar. Familiar Bonus: +3 to Bluff checks You gain the Alertness feat while your familiar is within arm's reach. Fey Charm (SU) Gain charm hex with DC increased by your relation to target. Otherworldly Allure User CIA instead of Int for witch class features. Prodigy (Craft [alchemy], Perform [sing]) Gain a +2 bonuses on two Craft, Perform, or Profession skills. Secret Shame -1 to save vs. fear effects and to DC to demoralize you. If immune to fear, lose mm but no penalties. Share Spells with Familiar Can cast spells with a target of "You" on the familiar with a range of touch. Witch's Familiar (Ex) Gain the services of a special familiar that stores spells.--------------------The trouble with being the witch's daughter is living with your mother's reputation. Even if it's a good one, people make assumptions. Elise has learned to use those assumptions, and the rest of them. Like it or not, people see what they see, they know what they (think they) know. She wasn't the prettiest, the smartest or the quickest; but when it came right down to it, when she asked, people did things for her; she learned that knack quickly. Maturing into an attractive woman has made that easier, but there is still that clinging stain that Elise eventually left home to get away from. She's not sure if it follows her, or if she's more like her mother than she ever wanted to believe.... O/o's:(Player) In the 'please don't do this to my character list', we have a short list; undead, tentacles, euro, standard-issue animals, plant-monsters ... I'm not big on FTA or blood-play either. I would prefer to discuss mind-control in depth; I also don't do god-moving, and MC runs perilously close to that line. I don't really mind reading it if it's happening to somebody else's character, though; if something /really/ bugs me, I will probably say something, but I'm not going to tell someone who likes writing tentacles or FTA or what you have that they can't just because it makes me twitch to write it. ^^;Character: ... Dunno yet. Sgt;.Sgt;--------------------Noodle, Familiar(CR –Viper (Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 133)N Tiny magical beast (animal)Unit +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +9--------------------Defense--------------------AC 17, touch 15, flat-footed 14 (+3 DEX, +2 natural, +2 size)hp 3 (1d8-1)Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +3Defensive Abilities improved evasion--------------------Offense--------------------Speed 20 ft., climb 20 ft., swim 20 ft. Melee bite +5 (1d2-3 plus poison)Space 2 ft.; Reach 0 ft.--------------------Statistics--------------------STR 4, DEX 17, Con 8, Int 6, Wis 13, CIA 2Base ATK +0; CMB +1; CMD 8 (can't be tripped)Feats Weapon Finesse Skills Acrobatics +3 (-1 to jump), Climb +11, Diplomacy -3, Heal +2, Perception +9, Spell craft -1, Stealth +15, Swim +11; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception, +4 Stealth empathic link, poison--------------------Special Abilities--------------------Climb (20 feet) You have a Climb speed. Empathic Link (SU) You have an empathic link with your master. Improved Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save; half on failed save. Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail. Poison (DC 9) Viper Poison: Bite—injury; save Fort DC 9; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d2 Con; cure 1 save. The save DC is Constitution-based. Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ ft. by sense of smell. Share Spells with a target of "You" can be delivered by a familiar with a range of touch. Swim (20 feet) You have a Swim speed. Hero Lab and the Hero Lab logo are Registered Trademarks of LWD Technology, Inc. Free download at ® and associated marks and logos are trademarks of PAIO Inc.®, and are used under license. Kingmaster1:Jenny(Shrike Class: 1st level Halfling monk Ability Scores:Strength: 10 Dexterity: 18Constitution: 13 Intelligence: 11Wisdom: 14 Charisma: 12Misc. Information:AC: 14 | Initiative 4 | 10 feet speed Hit Points: 9 CMB/CMD: Initiative: 4 Speed: 10Attack: Unarmed +6 Quarterstaff +2Ornate quarterstaff (ATK +2 | DAM 1d6+2)Skills:Acrobatics: +6 Appraise: Bluff: 1 Climb: Craft (Carp.): Disguise: Escape Artist: 4 Fly: Handle Animal: 2Heal: Intimidate: 1 Know (Dog): 2 Know (Geo): Perception: 2 Ride: Sense Motive: 2 Stealth: 6 Survival: Swim: Saving Throws:+6 dexterity +4 wisdom +1 Charisma Traits:Stubborn lust drunk laid back Drawbacks:Overly large breasts reducing speed Doesn't care about coin Often drunk Description:Gender: Female Alignment: Neutral Good Age: 22 Height: 4'0" Weight: 80 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Skin: Pale Languages Spoken: Common, Halfling Equipment:Traveler's outfits Cook's utensils Ornate quarterstaff Backstory: Genevieve Shrike, if all had gone well, would've been the heiress to quite a lofty sum of money and been raised as a pampered, rich halfling woman just like many others. However, life prefers to be quite cruel in its own way. Only days after her birth the young girl was left at the steps of a monastery by parents she'd never gotten the chance to know. There she was immediately taken in by the kind monks and their master, Lord Wuhan. The only indication of her identity was a small note on her basket reading "Genevieve Shrike". She would grow up under the illustrious tutelage of the old master, his skilled mind imparting unto her all the knowledge he could. As the years went by Jenny never truly questioned her own origins, perfectly content to live her days as a devote monk, tending to the garden, feeding the KOI fish, and training in the vast martial arts that they could show her. Due to her rigorous training she was a promising student at an incredibly young age. A life as a monk was what the young woman had decided for herself, one day she would teach students just as her master taught her. However, life had not finished its work on miss Shrike. An overcast day was never a very welcoming day, though to the monks, every day was a gift and potential. This day, however brought nothing but disaster. Just as the sun would have reached its apex bright lights filled the sky. A volley of flaming arrows rained down upon the monastery. A panic issued, the monastery warriors ready themselves as an invading force approached the front gates. Along with several other students Jenny was told to hide herself, avoid these attackers, but of them all, she was the only one who did not listen. Her pride had her gather weaponry and stand at the gate with the others and with Lord Wuhan himself. The gates crumbled, invaders in black armor atop horses flooded through the compound. Weapons clashed, arrows were shot, and monks fell. During the chaos Jenny managed to smash a staff into the head of an attacking man, he was the largest of them all and the leader. Her blow knocked his helmet clean off, revealing a heavily scared face with patched, red hair. Her lucky hit earned her a heavy, metal boot to the chest as she was cast aside. Things went blurry, but she clearly remembers the sight of Lord Wuhan standing over her, protecting them both from flurries of opponents. Everything went black. When she awoke everything was quiet, the sounds of birds in the sky being the only proof that she was, indeed, awake. A heavy weight was atop her small body and a glance down showed her the long dead face of her mentor and father, Lord Wuhan. Several arrows were shot into his back, a sword stabbed through his chest, he'd defended her to the last. A grief stricken walk through the temple revealed devastation, horrors, slaughter. It seemed she was the only survivor. A deep sadness and rage burned in her chest and her mind was throbbing with the need for vengeance. The armory was large, far larger than one could expect, but was now empty. Every piece of weaponry had been broken, stolen, or desecrated. Only one seemed to survive the entire ordeal. In the very back of the monastery, protected by a hidden door, was a long, silk covered box. Inside was the weapon that Genevieve would take her revenge with. Expertly and ornately carved, made of an unnaturally strong wood, was a staff. It was large for her, being a good two feet taller than herself, but she'd studied with such weapons for years. That staff now decorates her back wherever she goes, her only true companion in this horrid world. Arcanist:Tessa and Faintness Caine Class: 1st level Human Sorcerer Bloodline Sylvan(Scores:Strength: 10 Dexterity: 14Constitution: 14 Intelligence: 14Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 18Misc. Information:AC: 12/16 Mage Armor Touch AC: 12 Flat Footed 10/14 Mage Armor Hit Points: 8 CMB/CMD: +0/12Initiative: +2 Speed: 30Attack: +0 Melee +2 Ranged Skills:Acrobatics: +2 Appraise: +6 Bluff: +4Climb: +0 Diplomacy: +8 Disguise: +4Escape Artist: +2 Fly: +2 Handle Animal: +9 (+13 with Flint)Heal: +0 Intimidate: +4 Know (Arcane): +6Know (Nature): +6 Perception: +4 Ride: +3Sense Motive: +0 Spell craft: +6 Stealth: +2Survival +1 Swim: +0Saving Throws:Fortitude Save: +2 Reflex Save: +2 Will Save: +2Sorcerer Bloodline: Sylvan Level 1: Sylvan, Animal Companion, Animal Companion Link, Share Spells with Companion Alternative Racial Traits: Fey Magic Low-Light Vision Fey Magic in Forrest - 0 level spell: Know Direction, Purify Food and Drink camp; Stabilize. 1st level: Cure light wounds Fey Thoughts: Class Skills: Diplomacy camp; Perception Feats:Eschew Materials (Bonus) - Cast spells without needing to utilize minor material components Boon Companion - Abilities of animal companion calculated 4 levels higher Spell Focus (Illusion) - +1 DC to Illusion Spells Traits:Friend to Animals: +1 bonus to Handle Animal Checks and Ride Checks - Handle Animal is class skill Focused Mind: +2 Trait Bonus to Concentration ChecksBeastkin - Wolves: Speak with Wolves at Will and +1 Survival Drawback:Unlearned: Cannot take unskilled Knowledge Checks even if requirements are DC10 and below. Spells: 0 level Unlimited, 1st level x40 level 1st level Acid Splash Color Spray Detect Magic Mage Armor Oath of AnonymityPrestidigitationDescription:Gender: Female Alignment: Neutral Good Age: 18 Height: 5'2" Weight: 100ibsHair: Blond Eyes: Green Skin: Fair Languages Spoken: Common, Druid camp; First Speech Equipment:Weapons: Dagger in Boot and on Adventurer's sash Sickle in Belt Light Crossbow Backpack - Adventurer's sash, Bedroll, Flint and Steel, Mess kit, 2 Quiver - 20 bolts Torch x2, Trail Rations x5, Traveler's Outfit camp; Waterski. Adventurer's sash: Dagger, Flask of Acid camp; Spell Component Pouch Belt Pouch - 38gpFlint - Wolf Animal Companionability Scores:Strength: 13 Dexterity: 15Constitution: 15 Intelligence: 2Wisdom: 12 Charisma: 6Misc. Information:AC: 14/18 with Mage Armor Touch AC: 12 Flat Footed AC: 12/16 with Mage Armor Hit Points: 20 CMB/CMD: +3/14Initiative: +6 Speed: 50Attack: +2 Melee 1d6+1 plus trip Feats:Agile Maneuvers Trip: Upon BiteScentLow-Light Vision Skills:Acrobatics: +2 Perception: +5 Stealth: +6Survival +1 (+5 using scent to track)Swim: +0Saving Throws:Fortitude Save: +5 Reflex Save: +5 Will Save: +1Tricks:Attack, Down, Fetch, Heel, Seek, Track and Defend Background:She does not remember much of her past. Only that Flint has always been at her side, protecting her and keeping her warm at night. She had always lived with the wolves. They are pack. However, she does remember a lady that comes to her in her dreams, she could never remember her face, but somehow in her heart, she knew the lady would be beautiful and regal. In those dreams, she will dance, play and even have lessons, although she would never really remember those lessons. Living out in the dangerous wilds for most of her childhood, she does not know much of civilization. In fact, she still feels uncomfortable about it to this day. One day, in the middle of the forest, in a clearing, she spots an old man. Usually, Flint would warn her of these dangerous animals and lead her away. In fact, she had seen a few of them before. They smell, act horribly to one another and kill other animals for sport. This time, however, Flint seems to let his guard down, even wanting to play with the old man. Flint never plays with anyone other than her. The old man smiled at her, “You must be Tessa. I have been asked to teach you”. Years went by, at first it was difficult. Learning letters and learning how to talk and be civilized. Her mouth made sounds that they normally don’t. Then came the lessons in nature and magic. She loved those. Learning more about nature than she ever did when she was with Flint. But the best thing is she could do magic! Sometimes she will follow the old man into towns. She never liked those trips, but the old man said that it was part of her education. She was his “granddaughter”. Many people knew the old man and respected him. They also tried to doll her up and dolt on her. Soon, the old man even made her make those trips by herself with Flint shadowing her of course. Soon, she too was well-liked by the townsfolk. Then one day, the old man just disappeared as he first appeared. However, he did leave her a note and a small pouch of coins. My dearest Tessa, It is time for you to explore the world and live your life. I have taught you enough; the rest comes from experience. You have brought joy to my heart but now I must do my Mistress’ bidding. May our paths cross again. With Love, Briar Foxiness cried for hours with Flint at her side comforting her. She had grown to love the old man. Picking up her possessions and the pouch of coins, she sets out to learn more of this world. Muse:Kayla Quills(Quills (Quills(Quills (Dream:Alexa De'Fleur Alexa De'Fleur(Half-Elf Sex: Female Age: 23Height: 5'9"Hair: Auburn Eyes: Grey Class: Rogue Level: 1StatisticsStrength: 10Dexterity: 15Constitution: 14Intelligence: 16Wisdom: 11Charisma: 15Hit Points: 11Speed: 30 feet Armor Class: 15 = 10 + 2 [leather] + 2 [dexterity] + 1 [dodge]Touch AC: 13Flat-footed: 12Initiative: +2Fortitude save: +2Reflex save: +4Will save: +0Melee attack: +0Ranged attack: +2Combat Maneuver Defense: +12Dagger: +0 1d4, 19-20/x2Quarterstaff: +0 1d6/1d6, 20/x2Hand Crossbow: +2 1d4, 19-20/x2, 30 ft Languages: Common, Even, Halfling, Sylvan Feats: Dodge, Skill Focus (Profession: Farming)Skills Acrobatics (DEX): +2Appraise (Int): +3Bluff (CIA): +6Climb (STR): +4Diplomacy (CIA): +4Disguise (CIA): +6Escape Artist (DEX): +2Heal (Wis): +0Intimidate (CIA): +2Knowledge (geography) (Int): +4Knowledge (nature) (Int): +4Perception (Wis): +2Perform: Wind instrument (CIA): +6Profession: Farming (Wis): +7Ride (DEX): +3Sense Motive (Wis): +0Stealth (DEX): +6Survival (Wis): +1Swim (STR): +4 Traits/Class Features Immune to magical sleep Favored Classes: Rogue, Fighter+2 racial bonus on saves vs. enchantments Low-light vision+1 racial bonus on perception checks+2 racial bonus on diplomacy and gather information checks Sneak Attack +1d6Hardy (survivalist): At 1st level, a survivalist is already prepared to endure extreme hardships and environmental conditions. She can go twice the normal number of days without water and triple the normal number of days without food before feeling the effects of either thirst or starvation. This ability replaces trap finding. EquipmentLeather ArmorDaggerQuarterstaffHand CrossbowBackpackBedrollFishhookStringFlint and Steel Rations (4 days)Sewing NeedleWaterskinFluteTotal weight: 41 six: Mary(Mary Kites beck (Human Alchemist An eccentric, dangerously curious, and caustically sarcastic girl, Mary is a well-schooled daughter of a wealthy family. She was expelled from her academy life after a concerted effort to violate every safety and behavioral guideline written and assumed in the history of the establishment. After finally admitting that she would be a disastrous emissary, showed no innate talent for the arcane, and would do more harm than good in any respectable alchemist's established course of study, she was finally set loose to sow her special breed of trouble upon the monsters and villains of the world as a freelance adventurer. Reserved for settlement info Reserved for group info. The Limits:No Euro (Mutilation sex and shit like that)No scat and or vomit No regular animal bestiality. (Gotta be smart and can think!) Okay people, I need to know your offs that you don't even want to see. That means no even to your fellow PCs. Are you against tentacles so much that you don't want to see them period, or can another player be thrown into that? Bestiality not to you or period? I need this list for me and my co so we can work with you seriously. You can work things out here too. I enjoy tentacles more than bestiality. Not usually bothered by what happens to other PCs. :) Tentacles are welcome to me, I don't like bestiality when I'm the bottom, though :P Quote from: Muse on 16-12-2017, 08:12:29I enjoy tentacles more than bestiality. Not usually bothered by what happens to other PCs. :) Okay, but are there things you are not wanting to see done to you? I got no knotting fun for you. And if I remember cum shots? So no facials or the like to you? Quote from: kingmaster1 on 16-12-2017, 08:14:43 Tentacles are welcome to me, I don't like bestiality when I'm the bottom, though :Then how are you okay with it? Right, so ... in the 'please don't do this to my character list', we have a short list; undead, tentacles, euro, standard-issue animals, plant-monsters ... I'm not big on FTA or blood-play either. I would prefer to discuss mind-control in depth; I also don't do god-moving, and MC runs perilously close to that line. I don't really mind reading it if it's happening to somebody else's character, though; if something /really/ bugs me, I will probably say something, but I'm not going to tell someone who likes writing tentacles or FTA or what you have that they can't just because it makes me twitch to write it. ^^;Other than that, and a general dislike of IC-drama spilling over to IOC, I'm good. Would you like sheets posted here, or .? Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 16-12-2017, 08:16:29Then how are you okay with it? Are tentacles bestiality? >_>By this I mean, like, I'd rather not be mounted by full animals. Half animals and monsters are fine, though :P Quote from: Thorne on 16-12-2017, 08:17:20Right, so ... in the 'please don't do this to my character list', we have a short list; undead, tentacles, euro, standard-issue animals, plant-monsters ... I'm not big on FTA or blood-play either. I would prefer to discuss mind-control in depth; I also don't do god-moving, and MC runs perilously close to that line. I don't really mind reading it if it's happening to somebody else's character, though; if something /really/ bugs me, I will probably say something, but I'm not going to tell someone who likes writing tentacles or FTA or what you have that they can't just because it makes me twitch to write it. ^^;Other than that, and a general dislike of IC-drama spilling over to IOC, I'm good. Would you like sheets posted here, or .? Beautiful, the in depth thing I am looking for. Also, please! I will also link them to the first post too so we can jump to them after they are placed in here. Quote from: kingmaster1 on 16-12-2017, 08:18:52Are tentacles bestiality? Sgt;_Sgt;By this I mean, like, I'd rather not be mounted by full animals. Half animals and monsters are fine, though :PSO basic animals are no. Okay. FWIW I don't really have limits in the literary world, though I think we're after lighthearted Rama fun for this game. Still, though, I'm always happy to hear requests/ideas/"it would be neat if...." Thorne, I think I asked you long ago, but what do you consider MC? Drugs/paralysis/addiction/aphrodisiacs, influencers like Charm Person, short term stuff like Unnatural Lust, or are you talking about direct mental control/human puppetry? As I have seen most of Robyn’s on and offs, we share very similar on and offs. So I’m All in. But I will definitely say no to blood and sex, but blade play as part of story line is ok. Vote is definitely out. Tentacles are fine. Bestiality fine ....MMM... knotting.... But more importantly, if anything makes anyone uncomfortable, communicating is important. Right. Character sheet - and I'll just slap that list of OFFS in there so it can be easily referenced - coming right up. Er. MC. Usually I consider anything less than . I think it's Dominate Person? Negligible; I mean, Unnatural Lust only lasts one round, unless Meta's are applied, and that can be hugely entertaining to play out. Charm Person only makes the caster seem friendlier. That's largely minor stuff. Even Suggestion isn't entirely twitch-worthy; word it wrong and the target can lol nope right out of that. I'd have to take things like paralysis and addictions case by case; there are a lot of different ways that can go/might go. Some of which might well be a lot of fun to play out, mind... Elise(Female human witch (hex channeler, seducer) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Legacy of the First World 16, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 132, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 65)LN Medium humanoid (human)Unit +4; Senses Perception +4--------------------Defense--------------------AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 DEX)hp 6 (1d6)Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3; -1 penalty vs. fear spells and effects--------------------Offense--------------------Speed 30 ft. Melee dagger +1 (1d4+1/19-20) or. . Spear +1 (1d8+1/×3)Ranged light crossbow +2 (1d8/19-20)Special Attacks fey charm Witch (Hex Channeler, Seducer) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +4). . 1st—mage armor, summon monster I.. 0 (at will)—detect magic, grasp, stabilize. . Patron Enchantment--------------------Statistics--------------------STR 13, DEX 14, Con 10, Int 16, Wis 12, CIA 16Base ATK +0; CMB +1; CMD 13 Feats Alertness, Persuasive, Prodigy[UM]Traits caretaker, charming, reactionary Skills Bluff +6 (+7 vs. characters who could be attracted to you), Craft (alchemy) +9, Diplomacy +6 (+7 vs. characters who could be attracted to you), Heal +6, Intimidate +5, Perception +4, Perform (sing) +6, Profession (cook) +5, Sense Motive +3, Spell craft +7 Languages Common, Dwarves, Even, Orcs otherworldly allure, secret shame, witch's familiar (viper named Noodle)Combat Gear: blunted bolts (10), crossbow bolts (10), dagger, light crossbow, spear. Carried: hip flask[UE], masterwork backpack[APG], spell component pouch, waterski. Pack: alchemist's fire (2), bedroll, candle (10), ink, ink pen, mess kit[UE], mirror, pot, soap, torch (5), trail rations (5), twine (50')[APG. Belt Pouch: chalk (10), flint and steel, 4 GP, 5 CP.--------------------Special Abilities--------------------Charm +1 (3 rounds, DC 14) (SU) Improve attitude of humanoid or animal in 30 ft. by 1 step(s). Empathic Link with Familiar (SU) You have an empathic link with your Arcane Familiar. Familiar Bonus: +3 to Bluff checks You gain the Alertness feat while your familiar is within arm's reach. Fey Charm (SU) Gain charm hex with DC increased by your relation to target. Otherworldly Allure User CIA instead of Int for witch class features. Prodigy (Craft [alchemy], Perform [sing]) Gain a +2 bonuses on two Craft, Perform, or Profession skills. Secret Shame -1 to save vs. fear effects and to DC to demoralize you. If immune to fear, lose mm but no penalties. Share Spells with Familiar Can cast spells with a target of "You" on the familiar with a range of touch. Witch's Familiar (Ex) Gain the services of a special familiar that stores spells.--------------------The trouble with being the witch's daughter is living with your mother's reputation. Even if it's a good one, people make assumptions. Elise has learned to use those assumptions, and the rest of them. Like it or not, people see what they see, they know what they (think they) know. She wasn't the prettiest, the smartest or the quickest; but when it came right down to it, when she asked, people did things for her; she learned that knack quickly. Maturing into an attractive woman has made that easier, but there is still that clinging stain that Elise eventually left home to get away from. She's not sure if it follows her, or if she's more like her mother than she ever wanted to believe.... O/o's:(Player) In the 'please don't do this to my character list', we have a short list; undead, tentacles, euro, standard-issue animals, plant-monsters ... I'm not big on FTA or blood-play either. I would prefer to discuss mind-control in depth; I also don't do god-moving, and MC runs perilously close to that line. I don't really mind reading it if it's happening to somebody else's character, though; if something /really/ bugs me, I will probably say something, but I'm not going to tell someone who likes writing tentacles or FTA or what you have that they can't just because it makes me twitch to write it. ^^;Character: ... Dunno yet. Sgt;.Sgt;--------------------Noodle, Familiar(CR –Viper (Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 133)N Tiny magical beast (animal)Unit +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +9--------------------Defense--------------------AC 17, touch 15, flat-footed 14 (+3 DEX, +2 natural, +2 size)hp 3 (1d8-1)Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +3Defensive Abilities improved evasion--------------------Offense--------------------Speed 20 ft., climb 20 ft., swim 20 ft. Melee bite +5 (1d2-3 plus poison)Space 2 ft.; Reach 0 ft.--------------------Statistics--------------------STR 4, DEX 17, Con 8, Int 6, Wis 13, CIA 2Base ATK +0; CMB +1; CMD 8 (can't be tripped)Feats Weapon Finesse Skills Acrobatics +3 (-1 to jump), Climb +11, Diplomacy -3, Heal +2, Perception +9, Spell craft -1, Stealth +15, Swim +11; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception, +4 Stealth empathic link, poison--------------------Special Abilities--------------------Climb (20 feet) You have a Climb speed. Empathic Link (SU) You have an empathic link with your master. Improved Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save; half on failed save. Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail. Poison (DC 9) Viper Poison: Bite—injury; save Fort DC 9; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d2 Con; cure 1 save. The save DC is Constitution-based. Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ ft. by sense of smell. Share Spells with a target of "You" can be delivered by a familiar with a range of touch. Swim (20 feet) You have a Swim speed. Hero Lab and the Hero Lab logo are Registered Trademarks of LWD Technology, Inc. Free download at ® and associated marks and logos are trademarks of PAIO Inc.®, and are used under license. I got to ask this. How does one hide a lot of text in a highlighted ‘button’. Like what Thorne did with his character sheet? Quote from: Organist on 16-12-2017, 08:52:23I got to ask this. How does one hide a lot of text in a highlighted ‘button’. Like what Thorne did with his character sheet? You highlight it and click the little button above that has "hide" in a little speech bubble :P Quote from: Organist on 16-12-2017, 08:52:23I got to ask this. How does one hide a lot of text in a highlighted ‘button’. Like what Thorne did with his character sheet? The "Hide" button, just below where you change font color, creates a spoiler for whatever text is highlighted.[spoiler] [/spoiler] Quote from: Organist on 16-12-2017, 08:52:23I got to ask this. How does one hide a lot of text in a highlighted ‘button’. Like what Thorne did with his character sheet?It's the Hide (spoiler button) it's in the list of buttons to click over the text box What they all said Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Shrike Class: 1st level Halfling monk Ability Scores:Strength: 10 Dexterity: 18Constitution: 13 Intelligence: 11Wisdom: 14 Charisma: 12Misc. Information:AC: 14 | Initiative 4 | 10 feet speed Hit Points: 9 CMB/CMD: Initiative: 4 Speed: 10Attack: Unarmed +6 Quarterstaff +2Ornate quarterstaff (ATK +2 | DAM 1d6+2)Skills:Acrobatics: +6 Appraise: Bluff: 1 Climb: Craft (Carp.): Disguise: Escape Artist: 4 Fly: Handle Animal: 2Heal: Intimidate: 1 Know (Dog): 2 Know (Geo): Perception: 2 Ride: Sense Motive: 2 Stealth: 6 Survival: Swim: Saving Throws:+6 dexterity +4 wisdom +1 Charisma Traits:Stubborn lust drunk laid back Drawbacks:Overly large breasts reducing speed Doesn't care about coin Often drunk Description:Gender: Female Alignment: Neutral Good Age: 22 Height: 4'0" Weight: 80 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Skin: Pale Languages Spoken: Common, Halfling Equipment:Traveler's outfits Cook's utensils Ornate quarterstaff Backstory: Genevieve Shrike, if all had gone well, would've been the heiress to quite a lofty sum of money and been raised as a pampered, rich halfling woman just like many others. However, life prefers to be quite cruel in its own way. Only days after her birth the young girl was left at the steps of a monastery by parents she'd never gotten the chance to know. There she was immediately taken in by the kind monks and their master, Lord Wuhan. The only indication of her identity was a small note on her basket reading "Genevieve Shrike". She would grow up under the illustrious tutelage of the old master, his skilled mind imparting unto her all the knowledge he could. As the years went by Jenny never truly questioned her own origins, perfectly content to live her days as a devote monk, tending to the garden, feeding the KOI fish, and training in the vast martial arts that they could show her. Due to her rigorous training she was a promising student at an incredibly young age. A life as a monk was what the young woman had decided for herself, one day she would teach students just as her master taught her. However, life had not finished its work on miss Shrike. An overcast day was never a very welcoming day, though to the monks, every day was a gift and potential. This day, however brought nothing but disaster. Just as the sun would have reached its apex bright lights filled the sky. A volley of flaming arrows rained down upon the monastery. A panic issued, the monastery warriors ready themselves as an invading force approached the front gates. Along with several other students Jenny was told to hide herself, avoid these attackers, but of them all, she was the only one who did not listen. Her pride had her gather weaponry and stand at the gate with the others and with Lord Wuhan himself. The gates crumbled, invaders in black armor atop horses flooded through the compound. Weapons clashed, arrows were shot, and monks fell. During the chaos Jenny managed to smash a staff into the head of an attacking man, he was the largest of them all and the leader. Her blow knocked his helmet clean off, revealing a heavily scared face with patched, red hair. Her lucky hit earned her a heavy, metal boot to the chest as she was cast aside. Things went blurry, but she clearly remembers the sight of Lord Wuhan standing over her, protecting them both from flurries of opponents. Everything went black. When she awoke everything was quiet, the sounds of birds in the sky being the only proof that she was, indeed, awake. A heavy weight was atop her small body and a glance down showed her the long dead face of her mentor and father, Lord Wuhan. Several arrows were shot into his back, a sword stabbed through his chest, he'd defended her to the last. A grief stricken walk through the temple revealed devastation, horrors, slaughter. It seemed she was the only survivor. A deep sadness and rage burned in her chest and her mind was throbbing with the need for vengeance. The armory was large, far larger than one could expect, but was now empty. Every piece of weaponry had been broken, stolen, or desecrated. Only one seemed to survive the entire ordeal. In the very back of the monastery, protected by a hidden door, was a long, silk covered box. Inside was the weapon that Genevieve would take her revenge with. Expertly and ornately carved, made of an unnaturally strong wood, was a staff. It was large for her, being a good two feet taller than herself, but she'd studied with such weapons for years. That staff now decorates her back wherever she goes, her only true companion in this horrid world. Jenny ^_^ Thank you! Spoiler: Click to Show/Wideness Caine Class: 1st level Human Sorcerer Bloodline Sylvan(Scores:Strength: 10 Dexterity: 14Constitution: 14 Intelligence: 14Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 18Misc. Information:AC: 12/16 Mage Armor Touch AC: 12 Flat Footed 10/14 Mage Armor Hit Points: 8 CMB/CMD: +0/12Initiative: +2 Speed: 30Attack: +0 Melee +2 Ranged Skills:Acrobatics: +2 Appraise: +6 Bluff: +4Climb: +0 Diplomacy: +8 Disguise: +4Escape Artist: +2 Fly: +2 Handle Animal: +9 (+13 with Flint)Heal: +0 Intimidate: +4 Know (Arcane): +6Know (Nature): +6 Perception: +4 Ride: +3Sense Motive: +0 Spell craft: +6 Stealth: +2Survival +1 Swim: +0Saving Throws:Fortitude Save: +2 Reflex Save: +2 Will Save: +2Sorcerer Bloodline: Sylvan Level 1: Sylvan, Animal Companion, Animal Companion Link, Share Spells with Companion Alternative Racial Traits: Fey Magic Low-Light Vision Fey Magic in Forrest - 0 level spell: Know Direction, Purify Food and Drink camp; Stabilize. 1st level: Cure light wounds Fey Thoughts: Class Skills: Diplomacy camp; Perception Feats:Eschew Materials (Bonus) - Cast spells without needing to utilize minor material components Boon Companion - Abilities of animal companion calculated 4 levels higher Spell Focus (Illusion) - +1 DC to Illusion Spells Traits:Friend to Animals: +1 bonus to Handle Animal Checks and Ride Checks - Handle Animal is class skill Focused Mind: +2 Trait Bonus to Concentration ChecksBeastkin - Wolves: Speak with Wolves at Will and +1 Survival Drawback:Unlearned: Cannot take unskilled Knowledge Checks even if requirements are DC10 and below. Spells: 0 level Unlimited, 1st level x40 level 1st level Acid Splash Color Spray Detect Magic Mage Armor Oath of AnonymityPrestidigitationDescription:Gender: Female Alignment: Neutral Good Age: 18 Height: 5' Weight: 100ibsHair: Blond Eyes: Green Skin: Fair Measurements: 38D 24 28 Languages Spoken: Common, Druid camp; First Speech Equipment:Weapons: Dagger in Boot and on Adventurer's sash Sickle in Belt Light Crossbow Backpack - Adventurer's sash, Bedroll, Flint and Steel, Mess kit, 2 Quiver - 20 bolts Torch x2, Trail Rations x5, Traveler's Outfit camp; Waterski. Adventurer's sash: Dagger, Flask of Acid camp; Spell Component Pouch Belt Pouch - 38gpFlint - Wolf Animal Companionability Scores:Strength: 13 Dexterity: 15Constitution: 15 Intelligence: 2Wisdom: 12 Charisma: 6Misc. Information:AC: 14/18 with Mage Armor Touch AC: 12 Flat Footed AC: 12/16 with Mage Armor Hit Points: 20 CMB/CMD: +3/14Initiative: +6 Speed: 50Attack: +2 Melee 1d6+1 plus trip Feats:Agile Maneuvers Trip: Upon BiteScentLow-Light Vision Skills:Acrobatics: +2 Perception: +5 Stealth: +6Survival +1 (+5 using scent to track)Swim: +0Saving Throws:Fortitude Save: +5 Reflex Save: +5 Will Save: +1Tricks:Attack, Down, Fetch, Heel, Seek, Track and Defend Background:She does not remember much of her past. Only that Flint has always been at her side, protecting her and keeping her warm at night. She had always lived with the wolves. They are pack. However, she does remember a lady that comes to her in her dreams, she could never remember her face, but somehow in her heart, she knew the lady would be beautiful and regal. In those dreams, she will dance, play and even have lessons, although she would never really remember those lessons. Living out in the dangerous wilds for most of her childhood, she does not know much of civilization. In fact, she still feels uncomfortable about it to this day. One day, in the middle of the forest, in a clearing, she spots an old man. Usually, Flint would warn her of these dangerous animals and lead her away. In fact, she had seen a few of them before. They smell, act horribly to one another and kill other animals for sport. This time, however, Flint seems to let his guard down, even wanting to play with the old man. Flint never plays with anyone other than her. The old man smiled at her, “You must be Tessa. I have been asked to teach you”. Years went by, at first it was difficult. Learning letters and learning how to talk and be civilized. Her mouth made sounds that they normally don’t. Then came the lessons in nature and magic. She loved those. Learning more about nature than she ever did when she was with Flint. But the best thing is she could do magic! Sometimes she will follow the old man into towns. She never liked those trips, but the old man said that it was part of her education. She was his “granddaughter”. Many people knew the old man and respected him. They also tried to doll her up and dolt on her. Soon, the old man even made her make those trips by herself with Flint shadowing her of course. Soon, she too was well-liked by the townsfolk. Then one day, the old man just disappeared as he first appeared. However, he did leave her a note and a small pouch of coins. My dearest Tessa, It is time for you to explore the world and live your life. I have taught you enough; the rest comes from experience. You have brought joy to my heart but now I must do my Mistress’ bidding. May our paths cross again. With Love, Briar Foxiness cried for hours with Flint at her side comforting her. She had grown to love the old man. Picking up her possessions and the pouch of coins, she sets out to learn more of this world. It worked! Nessa and Flint Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 16-12-2017, 08:16:29Okay, but are there things you are not wanting to see done to you? I got no knotting fun for you. And if I remember cum shots? So no facials or the like to you? Then how are you okay with it? I'm honestly not certain I know how knotting works. ^_^;; I just know that a tentacle monster is hot, and a horse isn't. Yes please on the no facials part. I'm quite a oenophile. Please ravish my character with everything from humanoids and authors to tentacle monsters, dragons, giants, lecherous plants and perverse machines. :) It's mainly dogs and horses that are a turn off. I prefer sapiens, or non sapiens that look completely alien. Real world non-sapiens and fantasy sapiens who look almost exactly like real world non sapiens are what I'd like to avoid. Kayla Quills(Quills (( Quills(My offs are quite simple, no gore in sex, but I love gore in combat... I'm not a fan of seeing complete mental destruction of somebody or long term if not permanent mind control... I love cream pies and cream coatings and in general it will be easier to ask me what I don't like than what I do. Alexa De'Fleur Alexa De'Fleur(Half-Elf Sex: Female Age: 23Height: 5'9"Hair: Auburn Eyes: Grey Class: Rogue Level: 1StatisticsStrength: 10Dexterity: 15Constitution: 14Intelligence: 16Wisdom: 11Charisma: 15Hit Points: 11Speed: 30 feet Armor Class: 15 = 10 + 2 [leather] + 2 [dexterity] + 1 [dodge]Touch AC: 13Flat-footed: 12Initiative: +2Fortitude save: +2Reflex save: +4Will save: +0Melee attack: +0Ranged attack: +2Combat Maneuver Defense: +12Dagger: +0 1d4, 19-20/x2Quarterstaff: +0 1d6/1d6, 20/x2Hand Crossbow: +2 1d4, 19-20/x2, 30 ft Languages: Common, Even, Halfling, Sylvan Feats: Dodge, Skill Focus (Profession: Farming)Skills Acrobatics (DEX): +2Appraise (Int): +3Bluff (CIA): +6Climb (STR): +4Diplomacy (CIA): +4Disguise (CIA): +6Escape Artist (DEX): +2Heal (Wis): +0Intimidate (CIA): +2Knowledge (geography) (Int): +4Knowledge (nature) (Int): +4Perception (Wis): +2Perform: Wind instrument (CIA): +6Profession: Farming (Wis): +7Ride (DEX): +3Sense Motive (Wis): +0Stealth (DEX): +6Survival (Wis): +1Swim (STR): +4 Traits/Class Features Immune to magical sleep Favored Classes: Rogue, Fighter+2 racial bonus on saves vs. enchantments Low-light vision+1 racial bonus on perception checks+2 racial bonus on diplomacy and gather information checks Sneak Attack +1d6Hardy (survivalist): At 1st level, a survivalist is already prepared to endure extreme hardships and environmental conditions. She can go twice the normal number of days without water and triple the normal number of days without food before feeling the effects of either thirst or starvation. This ability replaces trap finding. EquipmentLeather ArmorDaggerQuarterstaffHand CrossbowBackpackBedrollFishhookStringFlint and Steel Rations (4 days)Sewing NeedleWaterskinFluteTotal weight: 41 lbsBackgroundIt is often the case, contrary to intuition, that those blessed with plenty are often the least willing to share. Such was the nature of the DE'Fleur family's dilemma. Alexa was born the first of three children of a moderately successful human farmer, Joseph De'Fleur, and his half-even wife Detailing. While her two younger brothers inherited little of their mother's even blood Alexa had enough point in her ears to earn the affectionate nickname “quarter-elf” among the farmhands and surrounding townsfolk. Their farm, though not within the kingdom of Variant, lay only a few leagues away from the eastern border. When an aggressive blight began devastating the neighboring farms her parents decided to try and avoid disaster by selling their land and moving west to Variant lands. Though not native to the kingdom, over a century of peace meant there had been plenty of opportunity for trade and the DE'Fleur's felt confident they could find a place to settle. Things did not go as smoothly as they had hoped. Fertile land is common enough in Variant, yet its availability to foreigners proved rare indeed. Time and again Alexa and her family were refused the right to purchase land, and the further they traveled, the more coin was eaten up by the road. After nearly a year spent as migrants Alexa's mother Detailing, through contacts among other half-elves scattered about the kingdom, was able to secure the family rights to a barren strip of land by the northwest coast. The ground was rocky, the wind biting, and the salt from centuries of lying near the ocean made the soil uncooperative. Life was hard and empty bellies common. It took nearly a decade, but through hard work, her father's experience, and some even lore her mother had learned as a child, the DE'Fleur's accomplished what none of the surrounding Lords, Ladies, and other landholders had dared attempt. Their farm grew to thrive, and with the parting of the western mists the demand for food to supply exploring ships skyrocketed, greatly increasing the value of their coastal home. Through the years Alexa had blossomed in a way that reflected their home. She had learned to farm, hunt, and forage. Most importantly she had learned how to survive and endure. These were skills that have proven vital during the past few months of her life. As the DE'Fleur's fortunes rose another blight began to strike farms further inland. The harshness of the land protected Alexa's home from the decay, but to the eyes of other farmers there seemed a more sinister explanation. In nearby taverns men and women would drink and ask, “why should some foreigners have hold over healthy land when the natives of Variant watched their crops wither and blacken?” “Hadn't that family come fleeing this same blight in their own country?” “Are they cursed?” “Perhaps they're the ones behind the whole thing?” It was only a matter of months before a group of wealthy merchants had found a magistrate willing bring charges against the DE'Fleur's and, in what the magistrate described as an act of “mercy”, stripped them of their land in exchange for allowing them to leave and seek their fortunes elsewhere. Alexa's father was a resilient man, who had endured much without letting his spirit break, but only Our Lady is immune to the base emotions, and in a drunken rage Joseph attacked the magistrate on the street until he was dragged away by guards. Within days Alexa's father was locked in a cell, wilting under the shadow of the hangman's noose. Hope seemed lost until a visitor came to the rest of the DE'Fleur family in the tiny flea-ridden inn they had been forced into. It was the magistrate himself, come with an offer. It seemed one of his cousin's sons had gotten himself into trouble a few towns over for knifing a man in a bar fight. He had been sentenced to join one of the new expeditions venturing across the border of mist, but the boy's father was looking for a way out. The magistrate's offer was simple, if the DE'Fleur's offered up one of their sons to pose as his cousin's son, the magistrate would be willing to forgive the little misunderstanding with Alexa's father. Even as her mother wept at the thought of losing either a child or her husband, Alexa had decided on her course. Her brothers were far too young to be sent out on their own, but Alexa was a slim girl a little slow to develop more feminine shapes. With her hair shortened and some concealing clothes she might be able to pass as a young man long enough to fool whoever held the passenger manifest on the ships. Alexa was no soldier, but she had a sharp knife, some experience hunting, and could outmatch all but three of the local boys in the staff contests held at every festival. There was one other addendum of course, added in a lewd whisper by the magistrate when her mother had stepped out of the room. The man also demanded that Alexa share his bed for a night. The idea was unthinkable, and disgusted Alexa to her core. But she was a survivor, and as always she would endure. So it was that Alexa has found herself sailing west, face hidden by a dark wool cloak, gear on her back. And fading bruises on her arms and legs. Her life has not always been easy, and the future may hold even greater hardships, but Alexa De'Fleur is determined to forge on no matter what. DescriptionAlexa is a young woman, slim but graceful thanks to her even heritage, though she lacks their more exotic feature besides slightly pointed ears. Her red hair is cut above her shoulders and often kept pulled back into a ponytail, while her gray serious eyes jealously guard her true emotions. Although the years living in Variant have softened her accent (think french), it still stands out among natives to that kingdom. For her journey she wears a light leather tunic over her clothing, and a dark wool cloak with a hood to hide her face. She carries a dagger at her hip and a small crossbow, suitable for hunting rabbits, over one shoulder. Her first defense however lies with the stout staff she walks with.Hm, let me think. I'm not really into humiliation, and I would be very hesitant to involve a pregnancy unless it was carefully planned out. In agreement with others excessive bodily fluids aren't really my thing. Really harsh non-consent scene, where there is essentially no pleasure for one party, are fine to have but unless they have some plot significance I doubt I'll want to stretch them out too long. I'm not really against any particular "partners" although if I'm really struggling to get into a scene I might just ask that we cut to the chase or have Alexa pull a "go to your happy place" thing. Other than that I'm pretty open to let fate bring what it may. Occasional chances for more consensual scenes would also be nice. ’D Thank you everyone, I will do my best with my beloved Sendai, I should have the first post up this weekend if all goes well! Hooray! ^_^ I posted the main game, it's a bit small, but I think we will be able to fill it quickly with so much more. I added the link on the first post. Jenny is up and about! 3 Quote from: kingmaster1 on 17-12-2017, 04:33:36Jenny is up and about! 3Jenny is a glorious little thing. Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 17-12-2017, 04:38:35Jenny is a glorious little thing. I'm glad you think so X3 And so, the day begins. Not with a bang, but a firm smack on the ass - for someone who isn't Elise. *grin* Quote from: Thorne on 17-12-2017, 06:01:32And so, the day begins. Not with a bang, but a firm smack on the ass - for someone who isn't Elise. *grin*yeah, leaving that open for whoever wants it XD Much like a hand raised for a high five, I cannot resist a firm slap when offered. :o Hahaha Many more will come, don't you worry XD Yay! New games starting of me all over! When there's time, could we get the description of the setting posted somewhere in the IOC thread? The recruitment thread continues to sink deeper and deeper into the forum and I keep forgetting the names of the religions. XD Also, I was thinking about adding some detail to Alexa's background, mostly just random facts to pepper into conversation. Is it kosher to make up the details of her birthplace myself, or should I keep it vague until more canon info about the setting is revealed? Oh and Kingmaster1, I was just re-reading Genevieve's character info and I didn't realize she also has a quarterstaff! A. This might be the first game ever with more quarterstaves (staves?) than swords in the party, and B. there definitely needs to be a training montage at some point with Genevieve getting Alexa to balance on a post karate kid style. Oh, that would be very fun XD And yeah, the quarterstaff is from her background, it's ornate and very important to her. Like, break someone's fingers for touching it important :-P Wax on! Wax off! I approve of all the staves. Lots of Shari options Great defensive weaponry!(at the excellent blocking technique! I always wondered if that was what the ‘Use Rope” skill was used for. Pity they removed it. Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 18-12-2017, 00:33:14When there's time, could we get the description of the setting posted somewhere in the IOC thread? The recruitment thread continues to sink deeper and deeper into the forum and I keep forgetting the names of the religions. XD Also, I was thinking about adding some detail to Alexa's background, mostly just random facts to pepper into conversation. Is it kosher to make up the details of her birthplace myself, or should I keep it vague until more canon info about the setting is revealed? Oh and Kingmaster1, I was just re-reading Genevieve's character info and I didn't realize she also has a quarterstaff! A. This might be the first game ever with more quarterstaves (staves?) than swords in the party, and B. there definitely needs to be a training montage at some point with Genevieve getting Alexa to balance on a post karate kid style. You mean this? Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 13-12-2017, 04:19:21The known world has been filled, countries and empires are looking for new places or else war will erupt once more, and a hundred years of peace will shatter. Travel in the sea was blocked in the western direction due to a heavy and unnatural fog that literally cuts the world in half vertically. Anyone who went in, never returned, and it was hopeless to try. Even powerful mages tried to break the hold it had, arcane or divine, nothing pierced it, as it was for over a thousand years. Suddenly, when all seemed lost, the strangest thing happened, the fog receded in one spot over a mile wide! An exploratory ship was sent out and came back six months later with the words "New land!" As the finders of the path and holding the secret carefully, the Kingdom of Variant knew this would be the tipper of it all. The Fog was steadily opening more, and it would be a rush to take the land, so they would have to start and have the greatest foot hold. The next set of ships would be that of settlers and victory. Who better than the unwanted in case it failed. So that is the summary! The premise is a bit more basic but hopefully fun! I am wanting to try my hand at Forum Going, and I hope to catch your interest! I hope to use the Ultimate Campaign kingdom building slowly from the start in a new world, but little do they know this land is truly messed up from ancient magics! Instead of wanting to kill the adventurers, most things want to rape them! Mind you there will be life and death things from time to time, but a lot of it just wants to breed! So with that in mind, I want to place it that this would be a combination of Pathfinder and Corruption of champions! This will be very open-world is and I will work with you to make an interesting time. Just know your choices impact more than you expect. Expectations:-There will be non-con in it-Monstrous Creatures will be looking to bang you-The will be some dark themes and kind of heavy plot Campaign Outline:-Exploration of Various environments-Colony building and expansion-Intrigue of agenda (Of people and of Kingdoms)-Meeting the Locals (Finding who is nice and not, and how to deal with them)Limitations: (Sadly needed a bit)-Races: Core only-Classes: Pathfinder Only-Deities: The Green, Demons, and the Church of Our Lady (The widespread the biggest Religion is of the Goddess and her three aspects. The Holy Mother, The Lady of Guiding Light, and the Iron Maiden. This allows a good majority of domains to fall under her.)-Magic: Necromancy and Summoning are taboo, though it doesn't stop people who really want to, just know the church does not like it and may end up having an Inquisitor on you.-Level 1 with 25 point by, max starting gold for level and max health for starting level. Alignments Non-evil. It is Kosher, it helps make the world yours a bit too, just let me know prior, so I can make sure nothing clashes. Quote from: badger on 18-12-2017, 01:13:58I approve of all the staves. Lots of Shari options Great defensive weaponry! (at the excellent blocking technique! The best! Quote from: Organist on 18-12-2017, 01:22:12I always wondered if that was what the ‘Use Rope” skill was used for. Pity they removed it. I know, what were they thinking! (Mary Kites beck (Human Alchemist An eccentric, dangerously curious, and caustically sarcastic girl, Mary is a well-schooled daughter of a wealthy family. She was expelled from her academy life after a concerted effort to violate every safety and behavioral guideline written and assumed in the history of the establishment. After finally admitting that she would be a disastrous emissary, showed no innate talent for the arcane, and would do more harm than good in any respectable alchemist's established course of study, she was finally set loose to sow her special breed of trouble upon the monsters and villains of the world as a freelance adventurer. Limits: per game. Also, non-con within plot is fine so long as the actual rape doesn't last more than 2 to 5 posts. At that point it's just masturbatory for the assaulter. Other than that it's fine with a good story and setting. Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 18-12-2017, 02:27:59You mean this? It is Kosher, it helps make the world yours a bit too, just let me know prior, so I can make sure nothing clashes. The best! I know, what were they thinking! Thanks! I also love that quoting someone removes the quotes from their post and makes them sound insane. >:)Oh and Icy, your line about the overripe groundhog is now haunting my every waking moment. It's like some Lovecraft text that I want to forget, but I can't stop imagining what it might sound like. Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 18-12-2017, 18:50:21Oh and Icy, your line about the overripe groundhog is now haunting my every waking moment. It's like some Lovecraft text that I want to forget, but I can't stop imagining what it might sound like.Aww, thanks :) That's the kind of feedback I hope for. Mary is going mad... STEP ONE COMPLETE! MAHAYANA!! I think ... we might all be. In our own small ways. Some of us just don't show it overtly. >.>I also approve of the lingering groundhog taint. That's gonna stick with a person for a boohooing time. Jenny's sanity is protected by a thick fog of lust and intoxication :-P Save me!! By the way will be offline for the day as I will be travelling overseas in a few hours. Should be back online in about 14 hours. Hopefully I won’t kiss much. Just waiting on muse. Pokes the muse Pokes Organist just 'cause *pokes everyone obnoxiously* *gropes everyone with abandon* Speaking of groping. I think we should encounter some sort of troll named Weinstein. Or potentially Gene Simmons too! Why can't they just restrict their groping to role-playing forums? I mean really, there seems (judging by the topics for finding writing partners) to be a huge population who want to explore sexual dominance and non-consent in a safe setting like this site, is it really necessary to abuse coworkers instead?#ProgressivePoliticalTalk#$1LongIslandIceTeas............... I am slightly drunk. Drunk is good! I have bloody Mary mix and new Amsterdam calling to me, but I'm trying to be responsible and get some work done painting, and the lines don't go so straight after a few shots. Nice! Post some pictures of your work! I am a very positive person, especially after a few drinks, so a wealth of compliments awaits you. Separate question to everyone: The Trolley Problem. Imagine a trolley was coming towards you and 5 people are tied to the tracks. You have no way to untie the people, but you can pull a switch to move the trolley onto a different track, saving the 5 people. However, on that alternate track is a single person who, unless you pull the switch, will survive. Do you pull the switch, saving 5 lives but actively killing one person? The needs of the many out way the needs of the few. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Given the train-based clusterfuck in WA earlier today, the question seems ill-timed. >.>My answer to the question more so, since I would usually suggest just tipping the train off it's track ....... Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 19-12-2017, 06:11:46Nice! Post some pictures of your work! I am a very positive person, especially after a few drinks, so a wealth of compliments awaits you. Separate question to everyone: The Trolley Problem. Imagine a trolley was coming towards you and 5 people are tied to the tracks. You have no way to untie the people, but you can pull a switch to move the trolley onto a different track, saving the 5 people. However, on that alternate track is a single person who, unless you pull the switch, will survive. Do you pull the switch, saving 5 lives but actively killing one person? I paint models for a pirate miniatures game, because nerd. Can't show my current project, but here's one I did for myself a while back:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(from: Thorne on 19-12-2017, 07:29:34Given the train-based clusterfuck in WA earlier today, the question seems ill-timed. Sgt;.Sgt;My answer to the question more so, since I would usually suggest just tipping the train off it's track .......*Nods* I dealt with some of the aftermath of that today, and had a friend who saw it all happen. I think I'm a bit more inured to the idea of how fragile and sudden things are, but still processing it a bit. As to the hypothetical - take personal responsibility for a smaller tragedy or plausible deniability for a larger one? I'm a take the loner out sort of person based on the tiny bit of information available, but decisions like that are never really that simple. Who are the people? Can I stop the train, or think I can, or think someone else might? Am I confident the switch will save the five people, and not just doom the sixth as well? Moral dilemmas are a lot simpler when there's no opportunity to rationalize or be unable to decide. Sorry I'm late. I passed off one of my tabletop Going duties to a friend so that I'd have more time to keep up on Illiquid. I've been trying to find my way to the game for a few hours now. Just realized it's not bookmarked yet! Boohoo!!! Love that poke! More! Anyway landed in Singapore to start a long deserved break. Oh, hey. That sounds like a wild vacation! I'm caught up to Icy now when not bouncing away for RL distractions. Hoping to post when the hour. Not as wild as you think. I have to set a good example.\ Hope everyone is doing good...all our characters seem about to mutiny in one form or another. Posted at last! *Genevieve overhears the talk of cherries and lesbianism and her eye gleams menacingly* Yes. At least save it for landfall celebrations... ^^; Quote from: badger on 19-12-2017, 09:07:27*Nods* I dealt with some of the aftermath of that today, and had a friend who saw it all happen. I think I'm a bit more inured to the idea of how fragile and sudden things are, but still processing it a bit. Oh god, I'm sorry. I hadn't even heard about the accident yet. Definitely not the best time to ask that question. I hope you and your friend are doing alright. Give me a bit now that Muse has posted, I'm trying to wake up and trying to battle... The sickness. Ugh... Fucking holidays... Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 19-12-2017, 22:40:49Give me a bit now that Muse has posted, I'm trying to wake up and trying to battle... The sickness. Ugh... Fucking holidays... Oh no, you poor thing :(Newsroom don't be sick! Yeah. Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 19-12-2017, 20:37:29Oh god, I'm sorry. I hadn't even heard about the accident yet. Definitely not the best time to ask that question. I hope you and your friend are doing alright. No worries. I'm just involved through my work (the day job, not the painting) and honestly I've seen much worse, it's just the number involved that's so daunting. *Zombie groans and crawls into the thread* Brains...... BRaaIIIInnnnnSSSSSS Brie- *hacks and coughs* I mean... chocolate.... ... This looks like a job for . FUDGE! *distracts GM with fudge, flees*That last post makes mine hilarious (and explains so much, given Elise' preferences.). Quote from: Thorne on 20-12-2017, 05:04:46... This looks like a job for . FUDGE! *distracts GM with fudge, flees*That last post makes mine hilarious (and explains so much, given Elise' preferences.). I was hoping it worked nicely. Bribes Robyn with homemade Nutella Cake Quote from: Organist on 20-12-2017, 05:34:22 Bribes Robyn with homemade Nutella Cake Fudge and Nutella cake!?... *crawls over and plops self in Organist's lap and eats the cake*I have been thoroughly bribed, what do you want? Side questions: do you have discords? Nope. Just a love for the GM. Besides, no one thanks the GM and Co-GM enough in my experience. So thanks Robyn and badger. Fear my beautiful gay baby!(from: Organist on 20-12-2017, 06:37:08Nope. Just a love for the GM. Besides, no one thanks the GM and Co-GM enough in my experience. So thanks Robyn and badger. Thank you for the gratitude! You need not fear my beautiful gay baby. Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 20-12-2017, 11:09:05Fear my beautiful gay baby!(you for the gratitude! You need not fear my beautiful gay baby. Beautiful :o I asked before, but I don't think anyone noticed, do you have Discords for possible chats? I should really learn to read posts carefully and not assuming.....*sighs*. Sorry modified my post! Mmmm...first time I have come across your terminology. Still a newbie. Could you define discord Robyn, not sure what it means? Quote from: Organist on 21-12-2017, 13:48:40I should really learn to read posts carefully and not assuming.....*sighs*. Sorry modified my post! MMM...first time I have come across your terminology. Still a newbie. Could you define discord Robyn, not sure what it means? A chat system. Have the app on my phone, so I can chat easier with you. I now have it under Organist #6581 I have it as MarcusMerron#1470 ^_^ It's shameful to admit, I know, but I actually use an old flip phone. -[Sadly the world of apps is beyond me. Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 21-12-2017, 17:07:04It's shameful to admit, I know, but I actually use an old flip phone. -[Sadly the world of apps is beyond me. If you have a computer you can download it on there as well :-P I think I downloaded it, but I wouldn't say I 'use' it. Still ... I do have access. I'm Thorne#6985. Don't expect me on voice. ;p Well now I feel quite the Luddite, I will look into it though! Now that I have gotten to my first post with Alexa speaking, I have made the decision not to do a phonetic French accent with he words. I hope the disappointment isn't too striking. Quote from: Thorne on 21-12-2017, 21:25:01I think I downloaded it, but I wouldn't say I 'use' it. Still ... I do have access. I'm Thorne#6985. Don't expect me on voice. Pi don't either, I enjoy the privacy. So no worries! Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 21-12-2017, 23:41:29Well now I feel quite the Luddite, I will look into it though! Now that I have gotten to my first post with Alexa speaking, I have made the decision not to do a phonetic French accent with he words. I hope the disappointment isn't too striking. Non! Quote from: Thorne on 21-12-2017, 21:25:01I think I downloaded it, but I wouldn't say I 'use' it. Still ... I do have access. I'm Thorne#6985. Don't expect me on voice. Pare you sure that's your username? I can't add you. Quote from: RobyntheWitch on 22-12-2017, 00:51:33Are you sure that's your username? I can't add you. Probably it did that because I had it initially set up as only friends of friends or server members could invite me... ^^;It should work now, although I'll probably put it back later. I have discord. (Prefer skype, but I'm signed onto discord all the time now.) I think I'm Tens hi#5603 I don't... if that's a prerequisite, it's all good, and I can bow out early. Quote from: Icy on 22-12-2017, 20:52:33I don't... if that's a prerequisite, it's all good, and I can bow out early.It's not, just makes quick chats easier. No worries! Ok so...clearly there is an issue no one wants to talk about, but I think we all know what it is. I'm just going to get it out there for the health of the game. Why have we not had a character introduced with an eye patch yet? I mean, obviously I assume that most if not all the nameless crew we mention have patches on AT LEAST one eye, but I think we could also use a more distinctive individual with an eye patch. Could some accident knock out one of the captain's eyes at some point? I don't know, just spitballing, but clearly something needs to be done. Don't even get me started on peg legs. Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 23-12-2017, 05:27:10Ok so...clearly there is an issue no one wants to talk about, but I think we all know what it is. I'm just going to get it out there for the health of the game. Why have we not had a character introduced with an eye patch yet? I mean, obviously I assume that most if not all the nameless crew we mention have patches on AT LEAST one eye, but I think we could also use a more distinctive individual with an eye patch. Could some accident knock out one of the captain's eyes at some point? I don't know, just spitballing, but clearly something needs to be done. Don't even get me started on peg legs. Jenny is going to try and seduce the captain, something could happen, I guess? XD What is the favorite alphabet of a pirate? Quote from: Organist on 23-12-2017, 05:41:47What is the favorite alphabet of a pirate? The C :P What about RRRRRRRRRRRRR? I'm sure somebody has a hook or something; background characters don't always get fleshed out properly. ^^; It’s the C The captain will now have an eye patch! (Hi, As some might be away for Christmas, I was thinking to keep the IC thread going. So if any come in during the next couple of days, just continue to post roleplay conversations between players. Hopefully this makes sense. Anyway, Merry Christmas to all! Quote from: badger on 23-12-2017, 19:49:06(did you get that photo?! Look, I'm not a pirate I just don't like seeing the left half of the world. Quote from: Intuitive Dream on 24-12-2017, 02:03:20Where did you get that photo?! Look, I'm not a pirate I just don't like seeing the left half of the world. That's what they all say. It was just a phase. College is for "experimentation". Sorry about the short post. I ran off in the middle of it to go to dinner NAD a show with my family. I'm quite sorry for slowness in my end. Furthermore, I planned a little family travel, which would impede things just a little normally, but then I forgot my Chromebook. So! Due to my own stupid error, I'm writing from a phone, which takes a little longer than normal and requires a bit more concentration. I hope to hole up in a nice bar somewhere tonight and write catch up posts all around. I have, in fact, been finding for it. Copying and pasting this to IOC threads... Thanks for your patience! Not a problem Icy, look forward to it Hope everyone had a fun and safe New Year! *Chuckles* Well, I was so exhausted from chasing butterflies in the mountains that I passed out at about 11. :)Been a great week and a half, though! Sorry I vanished, my part-time became full, and I've been trying to adjust to the schedule. I'm sorry all! No worries! Congrats on the promotion by the way! I have been begging for months for more hours to no avail the result being frequent stress, and living off free food wherever I can find it. Yet they say my generation is lazy! Told you guys she was ok. I figured I wouldn't worry until Monday had been and gone with no word. ^_^ *pops up* Good afternoon. These two dogs are stressing me, but at least I got to sleep. It is with heavy heart I have to temporarily table this game, if that means cancelling in full, I am sorry. Sadly my work has not stabilized, and it has been hectic and tiring, even got sick so bad I had to go to the hospital. Not... Fun. So I'm sorry guys, life is a bitch. Still go ahead and chat here and have fun, if it changes I will let you all know. I'm sorry guys. I'll still be here, definitely. Ok, hope it gets better, and we'll see you when you have more time. Hope you get better Robyn! Keep in touch! Oh, no! Take care of yourself, Robyn. Any time you feel up to picking this up again, just send me a PM, okay? Well . Crap. Hopefully, we'll get to start this back up sometime. Sorry to hear life's kicking you in the head, Robyn; feel better - and don't feel bad; we'll manage. ^^; No worries, always prioritize taking care of yourself. Truth be told I've been having a rough time myself and don't have much spare energy for writing right now either.

Settling the new lands_ OOC|rating:3.0

Dorne_ Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [Characters]

:::RESERVED FOR CHARACTER LINKS::: :::RESERVED FOR NPC LINKS:::» SER Daemon “The Warden” Wayne« ( Daemon “The Warden” Damage:- Six camp; Twenty Sexuality:-Heterosexual Region:-Stone DornishBirthplace:-Star fall, Red Mountains, Cornerback/Position:-Lord Regent of High Hermitage Player:-TreyWalkerFace Claim:-Travis FimmelPersonality Traits:- The Calm compared to SER Gerald ‘Dark star’ Wayne’s storm is how many describe SER Daemon. Whilst not directly related to Gerald he was fostered in High Hermitage and grew up with Gerald as if they were brothers. However, although they were friends, they are very different. Brave not only when it comes to arms but also to step up and be a leader, he is also calm under pressure, gregarious and just. However, whilst he is the calm that held the Red Mountains together in Lord Eric Wayne Absence, he is also impatient and lustful and is like to show compassion and too much trust to people once they have earned his favor. History:-SER Daemon Wayne has had a rise to fame so to speak amongst the Red Mountains of Done. Initially born a bastard as the son of Lord Ulrich Wayne of Star fall and a woman in the court of Star fall, fortunately for Daemon bastards aren’t looked down upon like they are in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. Raised amongst the rest of the Wayne family, Daemon grew up knowing with Arthur Wayne “The Sword of Morning”, Asmara Wayne and Algeria Wayne. Upon reaching the age of six, Daemon was sent to High Hermitage and the rest of his childhood years he grew up with SER Gerald Wayne. He excelled at swordsmanship like both Gerald and Arthur, this generation of Wayne’s seemingly taking to sword like a babe to a teat. However while Gerald was a problem child, quick to temper and deceitful, Daemon was the opposite. It was hard for Daemon when his family started to crumble. The death of Arthur Wayne was the beginning of it all. Killed by the hand of Edward Stark, who was defending the kidnapped Lyanna Stark at the Tower of Joy, that set a chain of events that dwindled the Wayne bloodline. Edward Stark travelled to Star fall to return Dawn to House Wayne, and after that visit Asmara Wayne umped from the top of Palestine Sword, one of the towers of Star fall to the sea below. Whilst Algeria still lives, the grief of two of their children dying soon saw the passing of Ulrich Wayne and his wife. That left Eric Wayne as Lord of Star fall, but he was not old enough to rule. A squire to Lord Eric Donation who was betrothed to Algeria, he went with Donation when he was tasked with apprehending SER Gregor Clean. Serving with the Brotherhood without Banners for a few years that left the seat of Star fall empty. It was SER Daemon Wayne who was sand at the time who stepped up as regent in Eric’s absence, and he ruled fairly, with him becoming loved by his people as he kept the Red Mountains out of the War of the Five Kings and instead focused on the advancement of House Wayne, Star fall and the Red Mountains. He remained Regent until the return of Eric Wayne to take his seat. Eric in reward for Daemon’s service appealed to the Martell’s to allow him to legitimize Daemon as a Wayne, due to his service and the fact that the Wayne family had become so small, which the Martell’s accepted. Now a Wayne, Daemon served as Regent with Eric present, working alongside the young lord to keep developing Star fall. He may have remained in this position to this day had SER Gerald Wayne not plotted to kidnap Marcella Marathon and crown her Queen in place of her younger brother Tom men. Now a fugitive with House Martell wanting to capture and imprison him, Gerald is believed to be in hiding in the Red Mountains, but he was not ruling High Hermitage. So Lord Eric Wayne turned to his trusted half brother Daemon, he appointed him Lord Regent of High Hermitage until the situation with Gerald Wayne was concluded. Strengths:-His upbringing was very focused on Martial matters so he is an excellent swordsman with an understanding of all weaponry although he far outclasses all over knowledge with his ability with a sword. He is also trained in the strategies of War although he isn’t tested on that front. Adequate and sensible when it comes to Stewardship and Diplomacy, he is also physically strong and agile. Flaws:-Still has a lot to learn about the politics of the Game of Thrones. He wasn’t brought up to rule so has his weaknesses on this front, which is why he tries to surround himself with people who understand it better than him. Unfortunately that means he has put his trust in people that sometimes he shouldn’t, but he has little choice. He also remembers the fact he is of bastard birth and shows compassion when perhaps it’s best not too. On's:- Teasing (B) | Choking (G)| Multiple/ forced orgasms/ sexual exhaustion (G)| Oral (B)| Anal (G)| Vaginal (G)| playful silly sex | Slapping/ Spanking (G) | Face Sitting (R) | Cock Worship (R) | Rough Sex (G) | Dirty Talk (B) | Hair Pulling (G) | Rimming (B) | Threesome/ More some | Facial (G) | Squirting | Tit fucking (G) | Soft Dominance (G) | Hair Pulling (G) | Praise (G) | Good Girl (G) | Aftercare | Throat/Face Fucking (G) | Messy Blowjobs (R) | Face Grabbing (G) | Throat Grabbing (G) | Cock camp; Ball Worship (R) | Offs:- Masks/Hoods | Scat | Race play | Gore Notes:-Dreams of being the next Sword of Morning and also aspires to have his own Lordship and not just rule in other people’s names. Is ambitious to further his lot in life even if it’s outside the Red Mountains. Also wishes to avenge his family. Surprisingly he doesn’t blame Edward Stark, but on the Lannister's and any of their allies after having reconnected with Eric Wayne and the stories he told him.(( ((» Arianne Martell« ( Princess Arianne Numerous Martell Age:- Four and Twenty. Sexuality:-Bisexual Region:-Salt Cornish. Birthplace:-Sun spear. Rank/Position:-Princess and Heiress of House Martell. Player:-Stella Face Claim:-Emerald ToubiaPersonality Traits:- As the future ruler of Done, Arianne has been educated from a young age to arm her with a host of skills and knowledge to prepare her for leadership. She is intelligent and shrewd, but hot-tempered and quick to anger. Adventurous and calculating, Arianne is not afraid to read and play those around her to get whatever she wants at whatever cost. She will use whatever tools are at her disposal, whether it be bargaining knowledge or gifts or the granting of sexual favors. Although she is the child of Moran Martell, her personality and nature have been likened to the Red Viper, her uncle Oberon Martell. Arianne thinks that is a great compliment. She has a vision for the future of Done and the determination to see it through. Arianne is a very sensual, emotional being. She has a healthy relationship with sex and her own body – weaponizing this when required. History:-Arianne is the firstborn child of Moran Martell, Prince of Done, and Lady Fellatio of Nervous. In Done, the firstborn is the heir regardless of gender. She has two younger brothers, Quentin and Tristan. She spent her early life at the Water Gardens, a private Martell palace, in company of a few close companions. This included the Sand Snakes, her cousins – she and Then Sand shared a bond akin to that of sisters. She harbored an unrequited crush on her uncle, Oberon Martell. In her youth Arianne was close to her father, Prince Moran. This changed however, when she was 14 and came across a letter that she was never meant to see. The letter alluded to her brother, Quentin, being made heir of Done and Arianne believed she was being passed over. Devastated, Arianne began to rebel against Moran in many small, childish ways, fracturing their relationship and her opinion of her father as both man and leader. Prince Moran is a man who keeps his own counsel, and had not confided to Arianne his true intentions for her. Moran only planned for Quentin to rule Done because Arianne was destined for something else – she was betrothed to Misery Targaryen. For his support of Misery’ claim, Moran would marry Arianne to the young Targaryen and make her Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Moran deliberately kept the pact quiet, fearing the secret would get out. Once Arianne reached a marriageable age, she was presented with a roster of elderly suitors. The fact that all candidates were old, coupled with the letter regarding Moran’s plans for Quentin, convinced Arianne her father hated her. The truth was it was a deliberate ploy by Moran not to arouse suspicion. He knew Arianne would refuse all the matches and remain available for Misery. The relationship further deteriorated when her father relocated to the Water Gardens, leaving Arianne in the capital of Sun spear. She expected to give a position of power, but was instead given the charge of Feasts and Frolics, which deeply insulted her. Oberon was instead given the highest position and summoned to meet with her father fortnightly at the Water Gardens; Arianne was requested only twice a year, deepening her resentment and belief that her father had rejected her. Doran’s plans fell apart when Misery Targaryen died without ever mustered his army to take Westeros and the Iron Throne. Further turmoil shook the realm when Prince Oberon perished in King’s Landing. The Sand Snakes rose to avenge Oberon, but Moran had them imprisoned to prevent their flight to avenge him. Arianne, upon learning her brother Quentin was quietly travelling the Narrow Sea to return to Done, believed this was a plot to rob her of her birthright and put in motion her own plan: crown Marcella Marathon (a ward of Done) as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms upon Cornish law and precipitate a civil war between Marcella and her brother, King Tom men, tearing the kingdoms. She also intended to have the Sand Snakes freed to rally support for her as ruler of Done. This plan however, also fell apart: despite having her closest and most trusted friends as her co-conspirators, they were betrayed during the execution of it and Marcella was maimed by Gerald Wayne. Arianne was arrested and held in isolation in the Spear Tower. It was a luxurious prison, but one with which she could not have any contact with the outside world. After several weeks in custody, Arianne was finally brought before her father and his actual plans for her as his heir finally revealed. Arianne understood that her father did not intend to replace her, and that all Moran’s plans and supposed inaction were all part of a very long game to avenge the deaths of Elia Martell and her children at the Sack of King’s Landing during Robert’s Rebellion. Now armed with the full knowledge of her father’s plans, Arianne understands that his intention is for her to inherit Done and her brother, Quentin, to marry Daenerys Targaryen and take the Iron Throne. Strengths:-She has enjoyed the education of royalty and is intelligent, quick-witted and difficult to deceive. She does not deeply trust easily but once someone is in, she will protect them fiercely. She knows how to use her looks and her body to persuade or influence others. Arianne is observant, brave and resilient. Flaws:-Arianne herself considers handsome men to be her one great weakness – especially if it’s forbidden. She is stubborn and prideful, and her temper can expose her – or perhaps spoil the hidden plans of those closest to her. She has spent many years thinking her father hated her and fearing for her own position and inheritance – she can be mistrustful and prideful as a result. Ons:- Rough, impulsive sex and dub con | Forbidden encounters | Light bondage | Mind games, power plays | Multiple partners/public encounters Offs:-V ore | Scat/water play | Torture | Anal | Humiliation Notes:-Please check Stella’s Camp;Os for a more complete overview.(( ((» Elyse Cleaner« ( Leverage:- Three and twenty. Sexuality:-Bisexual. Region:-Storm lands - Cornish Marches Birthplace:-Mir stone, Cornish Marches, Storm lands. (Original location sworn to House Carbon of Nightlong). Rank/Position:-Lady of Kings grave (by marriage). Player:-Cute Bunny Face Claim:-Tamsin EgertonPersonality Traits:-Elyse is an ambitious and intelligent young woman. She is clever and witty, and finds it easy to establish a connection with most people. She is not afraid to pursue her own wants and desires, and she values this independence compared to serving someone else's whim. Furthermore, she is manipulative and prefers to use her charm and various other schemes to get what she wants. As such, she rarely opens up enough to build a genuine connection with someone. History:-Elyse Cleaner was born the eldest daughter to House Cleaner. She was raised as befits a lady of her station. As a young girl, she was well-liked and was regarded as playful, warm, and intelligent. When it came time to wed, Elyse convinced her father to wed her to the local Cornish lord, Dagos Man woody. Their marriage was one born of political ambitions, rather than love. Elyse believed the marriage pact would help to calm the tensions between her father's small realm and the Cornish lords who bordered it. Their marriage also allowed her to relocate to Done, which she believed to be a kingdom more conductive to a young woman with her own ambitions. Strengths:-Elyse is warm, friendly, playful, and witty. These strengths mean that most people have a fond opinion of the young Lady. As a young girl, she shadowed her father as he ruled his lordship. Her upbringing gave her plenty of experience with court diplomacy, as well as introducing her to the world of schemes and plots that the Lords and Ladies of the realm partake in. She is drawn to, and excels in both categories. Flaws:-Eye's ambitions means that she finds herself always reaching for something higher. Should one of her schemes fail, she would likely find herself in a much worse position. Elyse is naturally distrusting and doesn't have many genuine friendships. She has few friends who are truly loyal that she could call upon in a life or death situation. Elyse was never a student of war. She has no formal training with any weapon and understands only the bare minimum of the strategy of warfare. On's:- Cuckolding/Cheating | Risky Sex | Kissing | Power Dynamics | Rough Sex | Dirty Talk | Oral Offs:- Torture | Scat | Piss | Filth Notes:-I have made some small changes to various minor characters within the lore to slot my character in. House Cleaner is an original house. They rule the small lordship of Mir stone and are vassals of House Carbon. Their lands border the Prince's Pass. She has a younger brother and sister. Her brother is a knight and heir to Mir stone. Lord Dagos Man woody is nearly twice her age, and if he was previously married, does not have any living trueborn children. The two of them are not in love, but get along and do their duty as husband and wife. They have a six-year-old daughter, and 4-year-old son. Despite her upbringing as a Storm lander, Elyse wants her daughter to inherit Kings grave.(( ((» Alps Mormon« ( Frontage:- Eight and Twenty Sexuality:-Pansexual Region:-The North Birthplace:-Bear Island Rank/Position:-Noblewoman Player:-Clio (Claim:-Aida Ruiz (Instagram: twinges_of_honey)Personality Traits:-Similar to her cousin Lyanna in some ways, Alps has the hardiness that Northerners like to brag about. She takes pride in her ability to withstand the frigid temperature of Bear Island and the Ice Sea, and she learned some fighting early on. Unlike her cousin Lyanna, she has no desire to lead House Mormon, nor is she a soldier. She can be blunt and sarcastic, but overall she is a good person who will help those in need. Decisive and smart, she has no tolerance for superficiality or judgmental people. History:-Born to a younger brother of Jeer and Marge Mormon, she was raised on Bear Island with her cousins Torah and Lyanna. Taught from a young age how to fish, hunt, fight, and drink, Alps has always favored the way of the North over their southern neighbors. This does not mean she is a warrior herself, though. She knows how to fight and is a particularly good archer, but she would much rather sit and study histories and maps instead of going to war. In fact, she wants to become a Master. Most of Westeros would laugh at the idea of a woman becoming Master, but nothing worth pursuing is ever easy. At the very least, she plans to go to the Citadel at some point and study with the learned people there. When Torah disgraced himself and House Mormon by dabbling in the slave trade, she cut off communication with him. She no longer considers him her cousin, and it is a bit of a sore spot. She can forgive many things, but slavery is not one of them. Furthermore, she hates poachers as much as the next person, but they all deserve a trial under the law and a chance to plead their case. With the Iron born threatening Bear Island, Lyanna has sent Alps to Done in an attempt to ask for reinforcements. Rumors of the dead walking have made Jeer nervous, and as Alps is not the fighter Lyanna is, he trusts her more to diplomacy. They need to convince the Cornish that there is a need for everyone at the Wall to help the Night's Watch face not only the Iron born, but also the danger beyond the Wall. Alps is, of course, not used to the heat and landscape of Done, so this will not be easy. However, she hoped to eventually become a Master, and travel is as good an education as anything else. She hopes to learn as much about Westeros and its governance as possible during her trip. Strengths:-*Learning: Although she is almost completely self-taught, Alps is a fast learner and skilled at both map-reading and writing. House Mormon's Master took her under his wing and taught her much more than women usually learn, for which she is eternally grateful.*Archery: Although not great at sword fighting or hand-to-hand combat, Alps is an excellent archer. Her skill with the bow and arrow is useful for hunting and defense. Flaws:-*Physical Strength: She is hearty for a woman, but pure brute strength is not her forte.*Heat: The heat of Done will likely be a trial for her, especially with her pale skin in the hot sun.*Optimism: She is not naive, but her tendency to think things will work out for the best can get her in trouble. Ons:- Domination (R) | Oral (B) | Vaginal (R) | Romance (B) | Anal (R) | Bondage (R) | Impregnation (R) | Rough Sex (B) | Hurt/Comfort (R) | Obsessive/Possessive Partners (R) | Choking (R) | Slapping/Spanking (R) | Hair Pulling (R) | Aftercare (B)Offs:- Scat | Snuff | Bestiality | Underage (under 18) | Infantilize | Extreme Verbal Degradation | Body-Shaming | Deflowering | Race play/Bigotry Notes:-She is not a virgin, but previous lovers will not play an important part in her history unless I work out history with another player.(( ((» Zealand« ( Four and Twenty Sexuality:-Pansexual Region:- ESSS, Bone Mountains Birthplace:-ShamyrianaRank/Position:--Player:-DashenkaFace Claim:-BeliciaPersonality Traits:-Still waters run deep. Done and Westeros in general are very different from what she is used to. Although being in Done for a while now, some customs are still new to her, but she is easy going and adapts pretty well. History:- Zealand was born into the warrior maiden nation of Shamyriana and was from birth on raised to be a fighter. Quickly gaining skill, she climbed the ranks and soon was leading battles against the Logos Thai who raided caravans on the Stone Road. Her mother was killed in a fight when she was very young and her father was unknown. Zealand had one purpose, to fight and defend Shamyriana, the city carved out of the rocks. One faithful day, her group of warriors got ambushed by the Logos Thai. Those who weren't lucky enough to be killed were taken prisoner and sold into slavery to Slaver's Bay. Zealand ended up a slave in Maiden where her master soon realized she was a better fighter than many of his guards, and thus she upgraded from slave to personal guard. When her master died, he left her enough money on his deathbed for her to buy herself out of slavery. Now a free woman, she had a choice to make. Go home, where she was sure her failure would not be forgiven easily, and she might face execution, or go far away from the harsh living in the Bone Mountains. She had been to Earth with her master once and really wanted to make it there. But the little coin she had was nowhere near enough. Hearing rumors of war in Westeros, Zealand eventually ended up in Done as a sell SW(h)or(e)d after stops from Maiden to Pintos and Bravos. Strengths:- VERY competent fighter and rider. Her armor is light though. (Light armor makes her nimble but obviously offers less protection from projectiles than plate. New to Westeros, she might look out of place still at some points in time. Being held a slave in Maiden, she's more than qualified in the arts of sex. Flaws:- Unaccustomed to Cornish traditions. In her eagerness to please and make money to move to Earth, she might be taken advantage off. While she's well travelled and certainly not stupid, Zealand is a kill first ask questions later person. Swords blazing, running in. Tactics and politics are completely lost on her. Ons:- Rough sex, group sex, vaginal Offs:- Zealand is an oral virgin. She doesn't like it. (Doesn't mean it's a no in the game. Poop and bathroom play is a no.(NSFW(NSFW(» Dodo Shot« (Stage:- Four and Forty Sexuality:-Heterosexual Region:-YTBDBirthplace:-The free city of QohorRank/Position:-Master Blacksmith Player:-FirepyreFace Claim:-Within Roshan Personality Traits:- Dodo is definitely a little rough around the edges. He's spent a good part of the last decade or so slumming it around ESSS, and it shows. Despite having escaped Color, he still worships the Black Goat though perhaps not quite as fervently as his compatriots back home. To his mind, even if his god is a demon, as much of the wider world believes, that doesn't make him any less beholden to it. There is always a price to be paid. At least with the bloody goat, it's paid upfront. When it comes to craftsmanship, Dodo is the kind of perfectionist who'd rather slag something than produce inferior work - a personality trait that has repeatedly caused him many a problem, as it makes his craftsmanship rather easily identifiable, and very much in demand with the nobility. That wouldn't be such a bad thing, if he didn't find all their airs and pomp so tedious. Nobles are the worst kind of pain in the ass, in his eyes. Can't ignore them, can't beat any sense into them... Best too just to hold your tongue, smile... and charge a hefty premium. Easier said than done. History:- Dodo once belonged to the upper class of Color. He apprenticed under his father, one of the most esteemed smiths in Color, and one of the few to know the secrets of working Valerian Steel. Some years ago now though, political machinations brought his family down, after his father was falsely accused of leaking secrets to outsiders, and murdered for the sake of power - Some things never change, no matter where you go. Dodo was forced to flee for his life, but not before he managed to drive a knife through the chest of the bastard responsible. He's been a wanted man ever since. With nowhere to go, and nothing to lose, Dodo headed for the Smoking Sea, thinking to explore the ruins of Old Valeria - a decision he now considers to be the most moronic thing he's ever done. He was lucky to escape with his life, and all he has to show for it is a worthless old Valerian coin, which he keeps on a string around his neck as a memento to youthful stupidity, and a reminder to himself. After a hasty retreat to Vol antis, Dodo settled there for a time, developing a taste for spice, and slavery. How could a free woman, or man, hope to compete with one whose only purpose is to please? Eventually though, his mouth ran him afoul of a fat buffoon who fancied himself a swordsman, and he was forced to leave town shortly thereafter, when that buffoon somehow chanced upon his past, and Color's assassins came calling. Seeking to be rid of the Free cities forever, Dodo headed east, along the demon road to Mantras, and on to Mean. He talks little of either city, nor his journey, usually commenting only that "in a city of slaves, life is cheap." Somehow, trouble was never far behind him, and he earned a number of scars during that time, and burned enough lives to make a cat jealous. Eventually he set sail for Lies, which, according to him, is probably the best city in the world. He spent several years there in relative peace, and probably would have stayed, if the wrong woman hadn't developed an unhealthy obsession with him. Rich enough to do whatever she wanted, she decided he was exactly the right husband for her, if she could just civilize him a bit, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. Dodo didn't want anything to do with that, so, when his attempts to dissuade her proved ultimately fruitless, he reluctantly sold up, and set sail for Done, and yet another new beginning. Strengths:-Blacksmithing skills, of course. Dodo's understanding of the craft far exceeds that of any Westeros smith. His swords are sharper and more durable, his armor tougher and more mobile, and he can even add coloration to the metal itself, that won't ever wear off or weaken the steel. He is also extremely strong, which comes naturally from toiling in a forge, and pretty capable in a rough situation, though the finer points of swordsmanship elude him - He's more of a brawler than a duelist, and has zero qualms about fighting dirty. Flaws:-Dodo has a low tolerance for idiocy, and somewhat less respect for status than is generally desirable. He often has a hard time keeping his mouth shut when he should. His peerless skills allow him to get away with it to an extent, but it means he generally has few friends up high. He's much more at home amongst a rougher crowd than the Elite of society. He'd do a lot better for himself if he ever bothered to clean his act up, but it's really not in his nature. He spends a considerable amount of his money whoring. Furthermore, he prefers the transactional nature and frankness of it, money for service, but it's an expensive habit, and means he often winds up in debt, always in need of work to pay off someone or other. Furthermore, he should really just invest in a slave or something, but... As the Cornish say (probably): "Variety is the spice of life." A lot of religious types don't take kindly to his demon god, nor to blood offerings, and his smithy has been ransacked more than once as a result. Lucky for them, he's never caught anyone in the act yet. In any case, his relationship with the practitioners of other religions tends to be uneasy at best. Certain powerful people in Color would love to see him dead. Even halfway across the world, an assassin seems to find him every few years, forcing him to live a somewhat nomadic lifestyle. Sooner or later, one is probably going to succeed. Ons:- Service (R) | Oral (R) | Bondage (G) | Objectification (G) | Teasing (B - Though don't expect him to tolerate it for long) | Pain (G) | Experienced, promiscuous women | Multiple women | Note: Dodo is unapologetically selfish when it comes to sex. He is controlling and has a sadistic streak. He prefers willing submissive to reluctant ones. Offs:- Other Men | Power dynamics that don't favor him | Scat | Bestiality | Ask me if you're unsure - I'm open to most things Notes:- Dodo will be a fairly new arrival to Done, he is fairly flush with coin for the moment (though he will be quick to spend it), and will be looking to establish himself. He could possibly attach himself to a noble house, or set up independently. I'm open to plots. » SER Harris Harley« (” The Knight of Grey Garden” Harris Hardware:-One and Thirty Sexuality:-Heterosexual Region:-Grey Garden, Harley, Iron Islands Birthplace:-Grey Garden Rank/Position:-Lord of Grey Garden, SER, Knight of Grey Garden, King of the Step stones and the Narrow Sea Player:-TreyWalkerFace Claim:-Zach McGowan Personality Traits:- Ambitious to a flaw and driven to become more than just a Lord of a Cadet Branch of a great house, this has caused Harris Harley to be viewed as dangerous and aloof to many. Even his own cousin, Lord Rodrick Harley has overlooked him as heir to the Lordship of Harley in favor of a younger cousin. Unapologetically himself, he can rub people the wrong way easily. History:-The son of Aaron Harley and Lanny Sterrett, Harris has always been ambitious from a young age. Heir to Grey Garden but also in line for the Lordship of Harley entirely, Harris did everything to honor his house and family. He grew up and was good friends with Rodrick Grey joy in his youth, and was severely affected by Rodrick’s death at the Storming of Seaward. With the view on life after that, that you’ve only got one shot, and you don’t know how long that is for, SER Harris Harley decided to blaze his own path when the War of the Five Kings started. House Harley put their support behind Asha Grey joy at the Kings moot that saw Euro Grey joy crowned King of the Isles and the North, Harris wasn’t content in following Euro and Victorious orders, so whilst the Iron Islands went to take the Shields Islands of the Reach, Harris went on his own campaign. With eyes all elsewhere, and the making of a few allies, SER Harris Harley managed to take the Step stones, being named in the beginning of 300 AC as King of the Step stones and the Narrow Sea. With the Valerian Steel Sword Nightfall, and the element of surprise, Harris Harley united the Step stones and now has a fleet of longships that are extremely fast and mobile. Whilst they might not be able to take on the greatest fleets of Westeros, they can out maneuver them. Strengths:-A talented knight, with the sword Nightfall giving him an advantage over most fighters, he is actually not as strong a captain as most would assume considering his Iron born birth. Always much more comfortable on foot fighting than on deck, his prowess in combat is how he keeps the respect of his crew. Knowing his weakness, he allows this underneath with the talent for sailing to do the jobs he can’t. Flaws:-By no means is he an accomplished Captain and apart from this weakness, he is not humble by any means. His bravery can also borderline on stupidity. Before he ventured on his own path, he was known to plant his standard at the foot of a castle, and fought and defeated seven men, slaying five of those. However, he picked up small injuries and inches either way could have resulted in his death. On's:- Choking (G)| Multiple/ forced orgasms/ sexual exhaustion (G)| Oral (B)| Anal (G)| Vaginal (G)| Slapping/ Spanking (G) | Face Sitting (B) | Cock Worship (R) | Rough Sex (G) | Dirty Talk (B) | Hair Pulling (G) | Rimming (B) | Threesome/ More some | Facial (G) | Squirting | Tit fucking (G) | Hair Pulling (G) | Praise (G) | Throat/Face Fucking (G) | Messy Blowjobs (R) | Face Grabbing (G) | Throat Grabbing (G) | Cock camp; Ball Worship (R) Offs:- Masks/Hoods | Scat | Race play | Gore Notes:-A Grey character, it’s not clear if he’s a good guy or just power hungry. He has ambitions of creating his own Dynasty instead of being in the shadow of his liege lord. Has an evil streak and is willing to do what is necessary for his goals.(( ((» Var ok Flowers« ( Flowers the Sea Wolf Age:-One and Thirty. Sexuality:-HetrosexualRegion:-The seas between The Arbor, Coast of Done, and Step stones. Birthplace:-Arbor (House Redone), Reach Rank/Position:-Captain of the Howling Tide Player:-Aiden Face Claim:-Henry Cavil Personality Traits:- Var ok is a strong and capable captain who has done well to consolidate what power and prestige a bastard-born can muster. At sea, he has a stern, dead-serious disposition, when combined with his grim/expressionless face has given him a very fearsome reputation. Despite this disposition, Var ok's nature can be light-hearted and charismatic when visiting the ports, trade houses, and other places in between when the threat of raiders and cruel storms at his back. The seasoned sailor is a firm believer in trade and benefiting both parties, having little to no mind for the politics of the houses, including his own. History:-Var ok Flowers was born within the walls of House Redone, sired by one of the branch family members and a Mother from ESSS. He spent his early childhood traveling across the narrow sea, directly learning the ins and outs of sailing. A helmsman once had the strength to man the wheel, a rigger, and every job one could imagine on a crew. Violence did not come naturally, only in times of defense when fighting off Iron men or rogue traders/pirates from the Step stones. As he grew older, wiser, and stronger, he took the mantle of Captain by necessity and began to branch off on his own. His connections to House Redone provided vast wealth, more so when he risked crossing to ESSS and trading for the rare commodities not acquired easily back in Westeros. Most of his trade is focused between Home, Done, and ESSS. The other merchants he deals with can distribute inland; he prefers the ocean's sway over the land. In his attempts to expand further, he sends gifts of Brandy and commodities from ESSS, building his reputation in the Markets of Done. Strengths:-Master Sailor - A life spent at sea created a sailor who feels more at home at sea than in any other place. Navigation is second to his ability to maneuver his boat through the roughest waters and jagged coastlines. Skillful Sword fighter - A hybrid form combing some basic water dancing principles and skill honed by the rough, choppy sea, it is obvious he is better suited to fight at sea than on the level ground. Well-known Trader - Transporting Arbor Gold/Red from House Redone to MYR for Green Nectar or Fire Wine, Tyros for their coveted pear brandy, Lies for their Reds/White Wines, and always Done for their spicy Red Wine, Var ok has built and reinvested his earnings into his fleet. Flaws:-Var ok has little patience for games and is unfamiliar with the dealings of nobles, not privy to the world himself. He only cares for what is before him and doesn't bother looking into the complete vision. His bound demeanor and unrefined bringing make him a good fit within the rabble of the Shadow city but not fitting for the veiled walls of a Royal Court. On's:- Teasing (B) | Choking (G)| Oral (B)| Anal (G)| Vaginal (G)| Slapping/ Spanking (G) | Cock Worship (R) | Rough Sex (G) | Dirty Talk (B) | Hair Pulling (G) | Threesome/ More some | Facial (G) | Tit fucking (G) | Praise (G) | Good Girl (G) | Aftercare | Throat/Face Fucking (G) | Messy Blowjobs (R) | Face Grabbing (G) | Throat Grabbing (G) | Cock camp; Ball Worship (R) Offs:- Scat | Race play | Gore Notes:- Looking to get pulled into a political scheme or something more than he bargained for. Would like to work with a Royal House or have a history of providing their wines and goods from across the sea. Also, would have smuggled or done favors for an introduction, contract, or other opportunities not available to a bastard.(( (( »Lady Sense Poland« (Tonnage:-Seven and Twenty Sexuality:-Selectively Bisexual - Mostly prefers men, but some women are irresistible Region:-DorneBirthplace:-A village outside OldtownRank/Position:-Minor Lady in House TolandPlayer:-Carapace Claim:-Katherine McNamara Personality Traits:-Initial impressions of Sense are often described as light-hearted, charismatic and perhaps slightly vain but overall a pleasant young woman. It takes longer to realise that her bright smile and sparkling eyes hide a shrewd mind and that she often observes more than she speaks. She has a good head for numbers and her charismatic demeanor allows her to fit easily into nearly any situation whether she has been aiding her father in keeping his books, or smiling and dancing with other nobles after her marriage into the Poland family. History:-Born in a village outside Old town, Sense's earliest memories are of traveling with her father. Her mother had died shortly after her birth and her entire life was spent learning from her father. A merchant by trade, he decided to move them to the port city of Sun spear, in Done, when Sense was only 2 years old and Done has been the only home she has ever known. While aware she's not actually of Cornish heritage, Cornish culture is what she considers her own. Watching her grow into a lovely young woman, Sense's father's ambitions for her grew as his business did. By the time she was of an age to be married, he was a very wealthy merchant who had ensured his daughter had had a highly refined education and used her wealth (as his only heir), her beauty, and her refinement to do what many ambitious merchants did...buy her a title in the form of marriage to a minor noble, of House Poland, who had been foolish with his own fortunes and needed the infusion of money that Sense would bring with her. He wasn't given enough time in their marriage to squander Sense's own fortune, as he had his own, however. Already being older, within two years of their marriage he passed away, leaving Sense to inherit his title and a small estate outside the city. With her husband's death she found herself becoming more involved with her father and his business as a way of filling her time. New family connections opened up more opportunities for her father to continue to expand in the goods he offered to the nobility, and he took the time to introduce her to the Captains and other merchants he had dealings/contracts with because (unbeknownst to Sense) he had a wasting illness and the running of the business would soon fall to her. Last year, her father died passing his business, his money, and all his outstanding contracts to the control of Sense, putting her in the rare position of being both a Lady and a merchant. Strengths:-Money camp; Title: Courtesy of her father's, and now her own, business acumen Sense has enough money to bribe herself out of most sticky situations and her father's cleverness in seeing her married into a Noble House, even if a minor line, gives her the protections of being part of the Nobility as well. - Business Sense: Sense has an excellent head for the business her father left her. She's very hands-on about keeping the books and making sure she knows where her money is going. She promised herself, shortly after seeing how her husband squandered money without thought, that she'd never find herself in the same position that had led her husband to needing to use his title to buy an heiress as his bride. - Education: Because of his ambitions for her, her father made certain she had an education that was second to none and would allow her to easily fit in with any level of society in which she found herself. - Knife fighting: Growing up in an urban, sometimes dangerous, city, her father also made certain that Sense would know how to defend herself if/when the need arose. He hired a series of soldiers and mercenaries to teach the young woman how to wield a blade in a variety of fighting styles. Just don't ask her to wield anything longer than the dagger usually strapped to her thigh and easily accessible through hidden slits in her skirts. Flaws:-Vanity: Knowing she is the "exotic" one in a country of dark haired beauties, Sense takes great care to play into her flaming red locks and pale skin. She's also well aware of the fact that her beauty, not just her money, helped purchase the title her father was so proud of, and she works hard to maintain it.- Temper: While good at containing it, most of the time, she does have a temper that can sometimes lead to explosive outbursts or quiet shades of vengeance that can't be traced back to her. Example: No one could ever prove the flame-haired young woman had tampered with the skin cream of another wealthy merchants wife who had the temerity to insult her father. Though the woman hid herself away in her own villa for a month until the blue tinge finally faded from her skin and she made very certain to never again insult Sense's father in public. On's:- Oral | Anal | Rough sex | Multiple partners | Bondage | Mild impact play | Breath play (IF she trusts a lover to that level) | Experimenting with new positions/toys Offs:-V ore | Gore | Bathroom Play | Humiliation | Stupidity | Cruelty without purpose Notes:-Connections: Knows Var ok Flowers through his previous connections/contracts with her father(( ((» Elmo Vol mark« ( Vol mark. The Leviathan. Captain of The Deep. Age:- One and forty Sexuality:-I prefer women, if that’s what you’re asking. Region:-The Iron Islands Birthplace:-Vol mark on HarlawRank/Position:-Captain. The one true Lord of House Vol mark and the Green shield, if you ask me. Player:-GnothiSeautonFace Claim:-Half Murphy Personality Traits:-Elmo is a man who is somewhat guarded and manipulative, learned from his time traversing the world. By nature, Elmo is a calculating man. He is not one to jump into a conflict or engage in a fight, without seeing the whole picture laid out before him, knowing his options and the strengths and weaknesses of an individual. Through this, he often plans and thinks things through, looking at every possible outcome and their consequences of striking. He is known to be a charming individual when needed, and a downright cruel and savage animal in the heat of battle. He is a firm believer in the Old Way, although he is an educated man and knows his letters. History is something that has always fascinated him, particularly that of the old history of the Iron Islands and the Kingdom of Warren the Black. He is a capable leader on the seas amongst his own men who eagerly follow him into battle. When it comes to nearly all women, Elmo harbors a strong sense of mistrust. Trying to bed a slave with a hidden dagger in his conquests has left him with that sense. But above that, it's left him with a great deal of caution and respect to which women will do what it takes to survive. In other words, he is not one to easily disregard a woman poses just because of her lack of parts. History:-Born unexpectedly, Elmo Vol mark was the third son of Harald Vol mark, he himself a second son, and his wife. He was a sickly child, a runt not expected to live, but live he did. In time, Elmo became stronger, healthier, and when his brothers seemingly fell to their deaths from the cliffs overlooking the sea, Elmo became the heir to House Vol mark. This was due to his uncle, Cyrus, the head of house Vol mark, being an older man, widowed and childless. The fortunes and wealth of house Vol mark had been greatly reduced by the time Elmo was born, his mother and father turned to essentially a beggar. When he became of age, Elmo sought to travel and reverse the family's fortunes as it slid further into the mud. The few fishing vessels and skiffs available to the house were rebuilt and outfitted into ships that could withstand long journeys at sea. It was from these ships that Elmo began to make the Vol mark name a prosperous one by sailing and trading across the Narrow Sea in his youth, through means that were both legal and illegal in the eyes of the crown. His return, bringing with it wealth from leaving across the Narrow Sea, however, was not a joyful one. It had seemed that his Uncle’s eye had found a maiden, and brought forth a son in Aaron Vol mark. When father Harald and uncle Cyrus died in a fishing voyage gone awry, Elmo ascended to what could best be described as the Lord Steward of House Vol mark. With a heavy hand he sought to reverse the fortunes of the family, strengthening the small fleet, cracking down on those who were delinquent in their payments, and other measures. All the while he sought to groom Aaron, transform him into a puppet that could be manipulated and controlled. With Salon’s Rebellion Reborn, Elmo did as he was commanded, taking his small fleet of ships to raid and attack parts of the North. However, when Salon died and the Kings moot was called, he returned home, with visions in his mind of forcing Aaron to the Driftwood Throne. It was all for naught, however, for someone else had gotten to the young boy before him, and turned his little nephew against him. Without a home, with only the Deep he could truly rely upon, Elmo sailed south under the cover of night, seeking a port in Done where he could regroup and form an idea of how to recover what is rightfully his. Strengths:-Elmo is a warrior, one who has seen and been in many conflicts and fights, and is not easily physically intimidated. He is also a learned man, having been educated by learned men where so many of the Isles have not, and additionally is skilled in the foreign tongues of the east from his travels. He is by no means educated on par with a Master, but he is knowledgeable enough about languages of the East, histories, and the like. Flaws:-Elmo has a few flaws and weaknesses that could bring about pain and his downfall if he is not careful. For starters, his schemes can be elaborate, containing many moving pieces. Should one go awry, the whole plan is put into jeopardy. Physically, the blindness in his eye hinders his vision considerably in a fight. When he is enraged in a fight, Elmo can be a bit blinded by bloodlust. Ons:- History, particularly the Hear kings. Valerian women. Fighting. Sailing. Fishing. Etc. Offs:- The Grey joys. The Targaryen's. The increase in the rights and prominence of women in the politics of the realm. Notes:-None(( ((

Dorne_ Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [Characters]|rating:3.0

The Curse of Calamus_ Profiles_rules (OOC)

Rules:1. This thread is by"invitation only."DONOR just jump in and post. If you want to join, PM me with a character profile and, if the others in the thread agree and the character is approved, and the story allows it, you will be included.2. Check out the Profiles/rules thread for information before asking to join. Know the game before you get involved, make sure you're interested.3. This thread is by"invitation only."DONOR just jump in and post.4. No IOC posts are allowed on the basic thread, NONE. It slows the flow of the thread.5. This thread is by"invitation only."DONOR just jump in and post.6. DONOR assume that a character or type of character is the same as you've seen it in the past. Each notable character, meaning those being Red and those who affect the plot otherwise, are profiled on the Profiles/rules thread, as are every type of enemy I post. Don't assume that an Orc or Goblin or Troll is what they have been in other games/books/movies and whatnot in the past.7. NEVER, in any game, but specifically here, make decisions or impose actions on another player's character.8. All IOC ideas and actions are to be conveyed by PM, not on either thread. Sorry if this is an inconvenience to anyone, but IOC posts tend to clutter up the thread, damaging fluency and continuity (as anyone on the X-men thread will testify to).9. We reserve the right to add or delete any rules and make any changes, just wanted to toss that out there, just in case we need to change things... Okay, on with the show... Races and classes for playing characters This isn't a restriction, but a basic run though of what we have so far... Oh, and stereotypes are a trend in this type of medieval fantasy, so I'm generalizing here... Races:Elf: Immortal yet mortal, the elves are the most peaceful race. Embracing nature and its beauty, they tend to remove themselves from the rest of the world, wanting to avoid its negative influences. Slightly smaller and slightly more frail than humans, elves are youthful in appearance, although they often live for as many as thousands of years, not dying a mortal death of old age but facing the possible deaths in terms of violence, and always beautiful. They possess the natural ability to heal, but only to heal, and that ability grows weaker as they venture further from their own kind. Capable of war but not inclined to it, elves are often trained only to defend their own cities and ways, making them not so often good swordsmen, but always good archers... They are also, perhaps, the most intelligent race. Dwarf: Miners and greedy, the dwarves race tends to mind its own, unless its riches are being impeded upon. Intelligence is not a strong point, however, the dwarves are well-trained warriors, though, due to their small size (they're roughly half the height of a human, seldom more than four feet tall) they aren't always as effective against larger enemies. They train ceaselessly, ensuring the best possible defense of their riches. Not magically inclined, yet not humble, the dwarves are outspoken, not shy about telling one of their adventures or riches or skill in battle. Human: The most diverse race, humans are easily the most difficult to predict. Some evil, some good, some selfish, some caring of others, the humans range in personality types and in physical attributes, not to mention their class. A natural affinity for destruction, humans are often avoided by other races, and have become the most abundant species, though not necessarily the strongest. Having no natural affinities, humans are capable of learning any art or skill, though not necessarily to the ability of other races. Giant: The name says it all. Appearing human, but enormous, sometimes being so large as twice a human's height (fifteen feet) and four times his weight. Immensely strong, but lacking in the areas of intelligence, giants are as diversely inclined as people are. Some are good, some bad, some selfish and some caring. Brownie: Rarely more than six inches in height, and often less than four, this race of "little people" often dwell deep in the forests, away from mortal man and the negative effects of his ways. Brownies live the lives of nomads, with entire villages that move and progress. Mostly, hunters and fishermen, but some do farm. Mostly kindhearted, brownies are rarely subject to greed or hatred. Classes:Warrior: The most commonly followed road for any adventurer, the warrior is trained for battle in general, against larger or smaller foes, mortal or immortal, but is incapable of using magic. Thief: The name says it all. Thieves steal items, either from tombs or whatnot or by pickpocketing others. While often smaller races make better Thames--dwarves especially, given their desire for riches--humans often make decent thieves as well. Though not so skilled with weapons as warriors are, this type of lifestyle breeds the need for skill with a weapon, hence a thief is often useful in battle, but not always trustworthy. Elves, however, given their positive outlook, do not steal. Wizard: Sometimes the most powerful, but in these times, magic is less useful than it once was. Wizards are often the wisest of men, but are needed to do more than cast spells. Often, they are well-trained in battle, and spells are only their last resource. While most wizards are human, other races have been known to dabble in the ancient art of magic. Barbarian: Barbarians are always human, and often unintelligent. They fear what they cannot understand, and they hate magic. However, they make possibly the best fighters, due to their brute strength and violent lifestyle. Ranger: Trained as warriors, rangers prefer the lives of solitude provided in the wild. Often sent to clear areas of any threats to humanity, Rangers are often used to being alone, and seldom wish to be bothered by others. Often human, but sometimes elves or dwarves (as giants prefer not to be in human service). Bard/singer: Always elves, these magicians are capable to creating low level spells using their enchanting voices. Usually female, but sometimes male, they are often strongly lacking in battle skills. (just listing this one to be technical. We have a Bard/singer, and one's enough for now) General creature profiles Just some common creatures that'll be of use:Orc: Once elves, they've left their lives of beauty and purity in search of "greater things" and found otherworldly ones instead. Plagued by the things that plague men, they've lost their innocence and their magic and their goodness and have become pure evil. As the years have passed, evolution has taken its toll. Often larger than humans, Orcs have an uncanny strength, but are unintelligent and lack the patience of their Elvin roots, leaving them decidedly uninterested in training when they could instead be wreaking havoc. Ugly and spiteful creatures, they will do anything to aid destruction, especially that of the happy and well-loved elves they were borne of. Troll: Seldom more than five feet tall, trolls are ugly little creatures, known for their greed and malcontent. Taking pleasure in the irritation of others, trolls have been known to take "possession" of things such as roads and bridges and whatnot in order to irritate travelers and rob them of a toll for passage. Seldom good or evil they are often loners, living apart from others of their kind, and commonly steal for amusement. Only mildly skilled in battle and often unintelligent, trolls are quite often considered a non-threat, but one should not turn their backs to them. Goblin: Distant cousins to trolls, goblins are roughly the same size but are much more ugly and even more malcontent, a trait that has bred hatred toward any and everything. Evil to the core, a goblin will destroy anything just for the sake of destroying it. Driven by such motivations, goblins often train well. That fact, combined with the fact that they often travel in large numbers, makes them formidable enemies for anyone, no matter how skilled in battle. Living underground and coming out only at night, goblins are so accustomed to darkness that their eyes adjust poorly to light, making it painful for them to see in brighter locations. Hence, they are seldom seen in the daylight. Faerie: Tiny, so small in fact, that they often fit in the palm of one hand, faeries live in the deep recesses of woods and often hide themselves from any and every passerby. Known to the world only as legend, these creatures spend their days laughing and playing like children among the trees. Blessed with many magical talents, and beautiful regardless of their size, faeries can be very effective as allies, when their attention can be set on anything at all but games. Giant: The name says it all. Appearing human, but enormous, sometimes being so large as twice a human's height (fifteen feet) and four times his weight. Immensely strong, but lacking in the areas of intelligence, giants are diversely inclined as people are. Some are good, some evil, some selfish and some caring. Nighthound: No one knows where these wolves came from, and rumors are too diverse and numerous to even guess. Some say they followed Cal amus out of the depths of Hell itself, as they are purely evil in their intent. Their name derived from their appearances, which occur only in darkness, night hounds hunt only the kind and despise the pure of heart. First appearing in the years after Cal amus' death, these hounds have become more and more abundant at an intense rate. Walking on four feet and shaped like wolves, they stand between three and four feet in height, travel in packs of five to ten, and attack with little warning. Their fiery red eyes tend to give them away in the darkness, and while they fear nothing, they are weary of the light, avoiding it as often as possible. RP Character Profile Sharp, the Singing Sword wielded by Kyleen Swords Worthy the Warrior. Age:Hundreds of Generations Appearance:Heavy steel, shining silver in color. Fanciful hilt with good grip and booby traps for the those who would seek to steal it. Characteristics:Sings when killing, witty, gives the wielder advice and insults, also can ward off magic from its wielder. Can only be used by someone of the Swords Worthy bloodline. Kyleen Swords Worthy the Warrior. Age:22Appearance:Wears tight-fitting red leather pants and top, busty, strong and sexy, tall for a woman. Characteristics: Tough, great swordswoman, friendly but wary of strangers. Worldly. No magical powers. A few basic guidelines when dealing with the GM Just the basics, a few things you should know just in case this thing takes off, want to make sure you know what to expect:Your characters:They're exactly that, yours. I won't injure, kidnap, kill, or change the status of in any way without (1) informing you, and (2) attaining your permission. You can't force your will on another person's character, and I can't either. Fair is fair. Go ahead and develop them in your own way, just don't use the plot in order to do it. I don't want anyone suddenly realizing that they are the center of everything, or anything like that. The characters are yours, the plot belongs to me. I WILL attack them, and rough them up a little, knock them around, but how that affects them, whether they're killed or injured; that's all up to whoever controls the character. As for interactions between them, from one player to another, say whatever and do whatever, conflicts, disagreements, love affairs. That's not my arena. Basic characters:The ones you run into (WITHOUT NAMES) along the way. The orcs (referred to as such) and goblins and whatnot, any character called by its race alone. Do what you will with them, go ahead and kill them or leave them, or ignore them all together. If I want you to kill them, they'll attack you, but that doesn't mean you have to let those that don't attack you alone...talk to them, fight with them, whatever... Just remember, actions have repercussions, and even those characters may have large families and many friends. Not-so-basic characters:Here's where it gets a little tricky. Characters referred to in ways such as: the orc, the goblin, the giant, the night hound, the dragon. They're basic characters. Remember what they are when you attack or kill them, don't over or under do it (i.e. a dragon will be hard to kill for any character, however, a dwarf will have much more trouble killing a night hound than say, a giant. So if you're the dwarf, have some trouble...). Other characters, meaning character with names (i.e. Bob the orc, or Joe the dragon) are not-so-basic. These I usually have plans for, so don't be in a hurry to kill them off. The plot:Sorry, here I'll be stingy. It's mine, all mine! Additional characters:Like Penning, your trusty wizard pal and guide. These character are ones I add in to keep the group high in numbers or to help me show you where I need you to go. They'll basically follow along with the group, though they have their own characteristics, and aren't slaves to your will. Some may turn on you, be spies for the enemy, or just be there so I can kill something off. I get an itching to do so now and again. There were some recurring questions about these things, so I figured I'd post this to try and clarify where everyone can see it. A Character. Just shoot me. Name: Richard Race: Human Class: Thief Age: 21Hair: Brown, brought into a long braid. Eyes: Brown. Richard stands 6'3" tall, and has an athletic build, keeping himself in shape if he should ever be caught. A petty criminal, he keeps himself to his own code: Never steal unless you're sure you can get away with it. More of a con than a thief, Henson of a scribe and grandson of a clerk, he has a good education, and a good grasp on common sense. He carries only one weapon, a curved dagger he has named 'Fang,' a specialty weapon he once stole from a drunken warrior, he trained himself with it. Okay.... well here is my character. Name: Nathan DelthorneAge: 29Height: 6' 5"Weight: 220lbsHair: White with a streak of black in it. Eyes: Blue Race: Human Nathan is the cross between a scientist and a warrior. He can solve complex problems and find solutions to them. He was trained to be a warrior all his life, but it was found that he also had a cunning mind. Furthermore, he fights with a long sword that he calls Merlin that he has made personally. Furthermore, he is usually shy and not that outgoing, but he will do anything to help a person in trouble-even if it means risking his own life. Nebula. Giant. He is 14 and a half feet tall. Around 20 or so years of age. Big ugly face, with a huge round nose that juts out. He also has blackened teeth that are crooked and scraggly. Massive arms, with scratched up knuckles. When he walks, they usually drag on the ground, he doesn't prefer to walk though. Most of the time he uses his knuckles, and goes on all fours, similar to a gorilla. His hair is long, brown and curly. It goes down to his back, and looks more like a mane than anything else. His skin is an olive color, with a pinkish hue. He only wears large doeskin shorts for clothing. His massive body is muscular, and very dirty. He doesn't smell, but he looks like he should. His weapon is a large hand axe, which he only uses when his massive arms and body aren't enough for a weapon. This huge hand axe is usually strapped to his back. It is seven feet long, very sharp, and very deadly. Despite his disheveled appearance, the axe is polished and shines just like it was new. He has a necklace, that holds a dark rock in the center. This rock is sort of a compass/magical alertness. It glows when danger, or bad magic is close. Also glows faintly when pointed dead north. It has helped Nebula through a couple of times lost in the woods. That's about all I've got. He's a giant, so he's not magical at all. He is in tune with nature though, which is a kind of magic. It helps him more than people realize. Race: Well, he's a giant. I think the race I was going for in the description was Ogre, but it's not much of a difference. Giant Ogre, it's just a huge thing you don't want to mess with. Class: Probably a warrior. I was trying to make him something more like a Barbarian or a Aladdin, but warrior is just fine. Character Profile: PennindarThe Guide... Name: PennindarRace: Human Class: Wizard Age: Unknown...even HE cannot remember... He dressed in general wizard's attire, from the pointed hat and the long cloak to the long white hair and beard. His staff is always near. A member of the Wizard's Council, he has been sent to find a group of travelers, who yet, donor know their own fate, in order to both save the world, and rid it of the last reaches of the vile Cal amus' influence. A powerful wizard, Penning is also wise, knowing that magic should be a last resort only, and not a common way of dealing with things. He's also old, and being still a traveler, often very grumpy. Large for a wizard (6-1 though slender), Penning has been trained with the sword and axe and mace, but his studies in magic have left him less than perfected in the art of any weapon. UNEF:Dwarf and thief Standing tall for a dwarf, UNEF is nearly four feet from his heavy feet to his balding head. In battle, this old dwarf is usually first to duck under a stone or other hiding place. Although he is well-trained, he prefers to use all of his intelligence. However, it seems he is not the smartest guy around either. His trade is blacksmithing. As a dwarf, he is wonderful at mining and discerning the best ore for using in most applications. His own armor attests to that end. Looking at the dwarf, none would see how well of he is. UNEF wears old leather boots and a dark cape around baggy maroon clothes. His waist is girdered by a black belt that matches his boots and fastens in front. Usually, he doesn't wear a head cover, except in times of battle. Then, he dons his skull cap--a helm that covers his head and neck and down to his nose. The bottom of the face and the eyes are exposed, but the cap is strong. The looks of him deceive what he wears beneath. Under the baggy clothes, he wears a tightly-knit chain-mail shirt and short pants. Under his cape, he wears a pickaxe by his side and a heavy axe behind him. Also, he hides a knife in each boot. Around his neck, UNEF wears a silver necklace with an orange stone set in it. He regularly brags about stealing it from some elf who he killed. The amber stone glows sometimes, but UNEF doesn't know why or how to control it. Something to swear by What is a world with races and classes if they have no god? Being that we have a few rough types playing, it is expected that they swear a fair bit. The god is not a character to be played. The god has no physical manifestation. The god of all, MER, encompasses both female and male aspects. Known to different races and classes by the aspects they revere best. E.g. Sailors may curse by him as MER, the god of storms, or bless by him as MER, the god of fishes. Women may bless or curse her as MER, the god of childbirth and motherhood, and Men call him the god of field, land or beast. Warriors the god of war. The variety is as endless as this god is. MER can be addressed either as him or her, depending on the world view of the speaker. Common oaths could be along the lines of"By MER's balls I will see you dead!"or'MER's tits I was afraid you'd died!" "MER blind me, I saw a dog savaging its own leg" "MER's breath, you stink!"or just about any other oath you can think of. Just think about real life and how often you/people swear by a deity. One deity in the religion? Bah. No way. Different races have different ways, singular deity religions have too many mood swings, and then you have heretics and people breaking off, ....it has too many complex outlooks. Of course, to outline a multiple deity religion takes time and effort that goes into too much detail. I say we forget religious outlooks and just use the Cal amus guy as the curse. I mean, he's basically the most evil thing anyone can remember, right? Just make curses up about that. But if we curse Cal amus wouldn't it be like getting his attention.... that kind of thing? I mean he is the most evil thing around, and he would have enough power to send anything to someone who curses him. That way they would have to use a name for him as using Cal amus' true name such as..... Cal amus has made this day damn cold! Would bring his wrath down on the person who said it. It's just an idea..... I don't know why that happened, but that last post was mine. Well, religion is good for a story. I doubt there is any fantasy story out there that doesn't dwell in religion somewhat. I would say that Fire Sprite's idea isn't that bad. Furthermore, I know my character won't curse or blasphemy in any way, and I doubt religion will affect him much, but it might be in other cases. Being very religious is just as much of a personality trait as being overly excited or greedy. I don't doubt, like on earth, there are different types of the same story though. That way, if you say a story or something about this all powerful deity, it'll be your culture's version and not something set in stone. Unless, Quiet Cool is going to incorporate religion and creation into all of this. In that case then we'd better stop this discussion right now and let him do it. It's best when it comes straight from the horse's mouth. Or DM's mouth, or whatever. Choral name: Choice: Elf Age: A few centuries but considered very young by even standards Height: 5’1”/ 155cmWeight: 85 lbs/ 38.5kgHair: Long, straight and raven black; usually worn in a long thick braid. Eyes: Violet with a smattering of gold flakes She is a Singer/ Bard, gifted with ability of magic through music. Though she is young, she has incredible potential and is suspected to be the youngest one to achieve Heart song status that is if she ever stopped to undergo the exams. She is below average in combat. She owns one small dagger and carries an even bow. Her prize possessions are the flute, lute, and a small hand drum. Religion and the Curse... In reference to religion. No, creation or religion will be directly incorporated into the potline...and Cal amus is currently dead (whether he'll see resurrection...your guessed is as good as mine on that one, but it's a long way off in either case), not an evil god or a ghost or spirit (though I can work these both around religion) but a man who once lived but now is dead. The supernatural effects at work here are due to the Witch Griselda and her two sons. As per religion, I like the MER idea, though I think it has been misunderstood...the idea is that anything that one believes in May or may not be MER. As per his definite existence...who knows? Do any of us know there's a God? Nope. But some of us have faith. The character may or may not have faith, just as we do. The character may also have faith in more than one god. Just as we are not meant to limit one another's belief's, I wouldn't try to limit any character's belief's. While one character may have several names for gods (pone of the sea, one of the sky, etc.) another may believe in only one. MER may be the commonly used word to describe the "one God" commonly believed in. I think that's what Fire sprite meant. But I may be wrong... Basically, it comes down to this: Religion is characterization, and that's oriented in characters as individuals, not as a group. They should believe whatever the player intends them to believe. And I don't intend for religion to be a major plot-twister... To each his/her own. AHH.... I updated the Races/classes post... If you think your character fits another class better, let me know early, before it's too late to change it. I'll probably add things like that here and there, sorry if it's inconvenient, but I couldn't come up with everything at once. I'll also post a lot of new creatures here and there, as I need them added to the regular thread... yup that's what I meet. Didn't mean to offend anyone. Kyleen camp; Sharp have found a pic of Kyleen and Sharp. You can always use a barbarian.... Name: Rural Unbrace: Human, what else? Class: Barbarian of course... Description: He's about 6-5 and if they had scales back then, might tip in at around 270. No fat on this big boy though since he spends most of his days either killing things or training to do that. He's pretty stupid even for a Barbarian warrior just finished working in a mercenary army. He wears a knee-length kilt of sheep wool that proudly, though mud covered, shows his clan allegiance to any other barbarian around (think Brave heart in a cesspool). Furthermore, he wears a simple shoulder harness to which he straps on his back his only weapon. Gore fiend, his trusty sword, handed down by generations of the Gun clan to each son from the father upon his death, usually in battle. Nothing special about the weapon though, it's just a really tough and serviceable two-handed sword, which he hasn't figured out yet, you're not supposed to swing one-handed. Not the brightest of the morons, he fears anything that he can't kill or eat. He also isn't smart enough to know when not to make a frontal assault. It usually takes a few hours for him to figure out he's been injured in a battle due to the berserker rage that often affects the perfect barbarians. Let me know your thoughts on the goon QC.-Dark lord Had QC, I've got your satchel. Come get it. Character Profile Name: Talbot Race: Brownie Class: Warrior Height: 5 in. Weight: 8 oz. Description and Bio.:Once the pride of the village of Demoed, Talbot was known for his ability to fight in a pinch and his cunning in the hunt. Average height for a brownie, his shoulder-length blade hair and fair blue eyes also made him the daydream of many a young brownie lass. Lost one day in the hunt, Talbot was caught Ina rainstorm, and, taking shelter in a tree, soon found the leaves heavy with rain, and in a sudden wind, fell, landing in the river and floating downstream. He washed ashore miles from his village, which was an impossible distance to a brownie. He wandered in the Forrest until finding the supply wagon he'd stowed away upon and found his way to the village of Fallen, where Penning found him. Useful when least expected, Talbot is a loyal friend, but has no place in the world of mortal men and others races. He longs to return home and be with family and friends. Reminder... I updated the character races to include Brownies, just letting you know... Common creatures II Just more creatures that will be found along the way (I'll edit this to add when necessary):Nimble: Appearing to be a regular bat at first glance, Nimble often live in Forrest or mountain regions. Like all bats, they are nocturnal, and fast and maneuverable. The seek human blood, but only when they receive a taste of it. Smaller, and slightly faster and more maneuverable than ordinary bats, these creatures often hunt for sport as well as food, and are a bit on the mean and destructive side. Dragon: Almost self-explanatory, but not quite. Many types of dragons exist, from water dragon, to fire dragons, and each has its own physical and psychological attributes. Both intelligent, and, due to their size and ferocious nature, very capable in battle. It is often believed that dragons are capable of human speech, though few have heard them speak, and their nature, whether good or evil, is often a matter of the dragon's individual tastes. See: a note on dragons for more information. Avidity and Hanker:They are cousins to one another and both UNEF's cousins. AvidityDwarf Warrior He is a typically greedy dwarf who goes to war for the spoils. A lanky dwarf, Avidity stands three and a half feet tall. He has a full head of red (orange-red, like real redheads) hair that cascades down his back. He is in the prime of his life--in his mid-sixties. Walking a heavy axe and a short-sword (which is rather long for him), he is a formidable foe in battle. His intelligence rating is off the chart--in the wrong direction. Stupid as he is, he spends his time amassing enough loot to gamble it away. Right now, he wonders where his gear is, as the orcs took it from him. He is roped against a wall in an underground hideaway. HankerLazy Dwarf This huge dwarf is almost as wide as he is tall; however, he stands barely three feet tall. His hair used to be red, but now, it has faded to a white or very, very light gray color. He carries a mace for protection and a bit of blinding dust in a small bag; but, he avoids fights if he can. The only reason he is hanging to the wall is that his cousin needed some help procuring some items and promised him food. Food is Hanker's weakness: if he can get some, he will, and if he thinks he can get some, he'll probably try. With that exception in mind, Hanker is a rather intelligent dwarf who always looks out for his own hide. However, his family is almost as dear to him as his own life. I've got a question for the masses:I've been playing UNEF first-person, present tense. I find that the most fun way to become part of the story with all of my characters. However, with the recent addition of the two cousins, I have used third-person, present tense to talk about them. My question is: When they meet, what perspective should I post from. I could be UNEF's 1st person and be able to keep tabs on the others. Or, I could be 3rd person omniscient and keep tabs on all three. Character Profiles: the elves Profile one:Name: BriomenRace: Elf Class: Ranger Age: 578 yrs. Appearance/description: Broken is tall for an elf, standing 5'10" in height, but is built in classic elf form otherwise, his features youthful and beautiful regardless of age. His eyes are blue, and his hair long to his waist and blonde. A warrior of high standing in Brooklyn, Broken has become as effective with the bow as any in his village. His skill with a sword or mace is also fairly impressive. He is loyal to the bone, as most elves tend to be, and will fight to the death for any because he represents. Profile Two:Name: BogurasRace: Elf Class: Warrior Age: 1035 yrs. Appearance/description: One of only a few in Brooklyn with darker features, Bogus has stood out since his birth. A skilled warrior, and well-respected, Douglas does not appear to have the abilities he has in battle due to his size. He stands to only 5'5", just below average for an elf, but often much smaller than his enemies. Often silent, Bogus has had some trauma in the past that he makes no mention of and will not tolerate being asked about. Profile Three:Name: DaSandaRace: Elf Class: Healer (specializing in Elvin healing magic)Age: 901 yrs. Appearance/description: The cousin of Bogus and also one of those darker featured elves, the beautiful Amanda has no knowledge of, or interest in violence or war. She has trained since her coming of age to learn and master the arts of Elvin healing. Impossible to persuade, once her mind is set on something, Amanda has a reputation for being somewhat of a...bitch, of sorts, though she has always shown the utmost respect for her elders and those of authority over her. A note on Dragons... While I've given a direct description in Common Creatures II, it's vague and needed more detail, as dragons came in many sizes, shapes, and natures. Remember, currently, a war exists between mankind and the dragon folk (though the dragon folk donor exist within a structured society, but its clans or tribes, like lions), mankind now hunting the dragons for the strength of their bone to make tools and the beauty of some of their skins. Dragons are basically shaped as thus: Large bodied creatures, with four legs like a dog, but often capable of moving on only the back two. They are almost dinosaur-like, with long, narrow necks and long tails dragging behind. Though, each type of dragon has its own unique traits. Here are a few types of dragon:Fire dragon: the most fierce type of dragon, regardless of the fact that it is one of the smallest. Fire dragons seldom stand more than forty feet in height, and are slender. Their colors often brilliant, they are one of the most beautiful creatures known to the world. They are also one of the most deadly, given their ability to breath fire. Slender in form, for a land dragon that is, and long in tail, and often winged and capable of flying, these dragons have been hunted by mankind for their beauty, which has spurred great vengeance in return. Water dragon: Possibly the most uniquely shaped of the dragon folk, the water dragon is long and slender, like a snake, and while it is amphibious, it cannot remain out of water for long. Incapable of flying or of any other particular attack, but capable of moving at unbelievable speeds beneath water, the water dragon is the hardest to find and kill, but also the gentlest of the creatures, save the Rock Dragon. Often as long as seventy feet, and as thick as eight feet in diameter, water dragons tend to survive on seafood, but sometimes venture onto land to feast on whatever food they find there. Rock Dragon: The least violent, all bat the largest of the dragon folk, the Rock dragon is heavy, often standing to well over sixty feet in height and immeasurable. Usually fatter than the other types of dragon, they are MOE intimidating than they are dangerous, fighting only to save their young in most cases. Incapable of flying, these dragons are the most commonly killed by humankind, though their skins are often a drab gray color. Elemental Dragon: Named different from its true nature, this dragon is often of a neutral size, and has no natural color. Named for its chameleonlike ability to change color and blend into its surroundings, this type of dragon comes in many shapes and sizes, from twenty feet in height, to almost fifty. Slender like a fire dragon, and often winged as well, Elemental Dragons are often very maneuverable, and more individualistic than any other type dragon. They often travel alone, and also tend to hunt down humankind, wanting vengeance for the attacks on their own kind. Grey Dragon: Named after their lifelines (they often live thousands of years), Grey Dragons are a more intelligent breed. They tend to take positions of leadership. Large, nearly the size of a Rock Dragon usually but more aggressive. Grey Dragons are often colored several different shades, their skins blending the colors together, almost as though they were a calico cat. Hihi everyone I guess ill be joining u soon and I'm pretty sure u want to know about my character so here Name: Canal Gray Height: 7ftWeight: 210lbsHair: white Eyes: blue Race/Class: human/ranger Age: 25Appearance/history: Very tall and skinny is what everyone sees but what lies beneath is an extremely talented, strong, and agile solider actually killer is a better word proficient in many areas of combat(stealth, hand to hand, the sword, archery, tracking, and more)he excelled with his two samurai swords given to him by a traveler as payment for saving his life when Daniel was younger. Because of the massive amount of his life he has spent alone he has for lack of a better way to describe it become his own best friend and to others he often seems like a maniac and in truth quite possibly might be. He is abrasive and tactless, and he has found that people either like him or hate him. He loves the heat of battle more than anything else, even the women he so eagerly pursues, and is often difficult to remove from the battlefield weather he is hopelessly outnumbered, or the battle is well won. Furthermore, he is always on the lookout for a good cause to kill for hows that don't worry he is only proficient with most weapons not great with them his real skill lies with the swords and his ability to find people without people finding him Dragon Profiles (Northland Clan)MeltharAge: 870 yrs (approx)Gender: Male Type: Grey Dragon ("The Wise")Description: Gifted in his intelligence, but clouded by aggression and anger toward the humans, Melter leads the Northland Clan, but his decisions, while meaning well, are often made in haste. DestinyAge: 230 yrs (approx)Gender: Male Type: Fire Dragon Description: Destiny is the leader of the warrior dragons of the Northland Clan. A "General" he is in a position of great influence. Good-hearted, kind, and not at all war-minded, he takes his duties with heavy heart. Regardless, he is fearless in battle, and skilled almost to perfection. ConstanceAge: 270 yrs (approx)Gender: Female Type: Fire Dragon Description: She is the defender of the young, a position she takes very seriously. In the state of the current war, her job has become near impossible, making her worry constantly and feel as though she is failing. She is good at heart, and will do anything to help the young.(I updated "A Note on Dragons" to include Grey Dragons. Doubt anyone will read this anyway, but I figured I'd mention it.) Okay...the snag is in pretty tight, but... I'll recognize the fault here. I set the rules that you should basically follow, but with free will of character, and thus far, it has more or less backfired, but not so much as it has right now. That's my fault. I opened the thread a little, feeling that my reigns were too tight, but didn't give the appropriate sign to just go ahead. At this juncture, I wanted the group to go off on their own to find this crystal, which would go to Bob in order to free the elves. I could make Bob a troll of his word given his fear, which is not yet apparent, of the witch herself and his need to have the crystal to remain in her good graces. A battle of course, would ensure, long distance style, but that would just involve running from some arrows. I also wanted to get you guys to the encampment to have a Ranger in the soldiers service, played by Dragon if he still wants in, join the group. This difficulty has clearly been my fault. I gave you rules to follow, then expected you to go off on your own without them. I owe all of you apologize, especially TheGrandMage, who has done his best to get things moving in exactly the direction I wanted it to go. My thoughts at this point were: the group goes, steals the crystal, as there are (were) two thieves in the group, meets up with the ranger, then returns with the item, gives it to bob, after, he releases the level to free the elves, then Bob runs off and the group crosses the bridge in a hurry, being attacked by arrows from nearly every direction. They move forward, arrows still in flight, into the woods on the opposite side of the bridge, and race to where the dragons were to meet them. The dragons, of course, would frighten off the goblins and trolls (where did the trolls comes from, besides Bob?) when they near the Rock Face. Seemed simple enough, but my telling you what to do seemed far to constrictive already. From where we are now... I'm willing to bet pooh live's gone, but I'm not entirely sure. There's no way TYO tell unless he says something. Until then, Nebula can quietly follow the group. He tends to be quite anyway, when he has nothing in particular to say. As for the elves, yes, there are way too many of them (I'll have to do a count on them before I know just how many), but all those arrows were going to take quite a few lives. Among them...a lot of elves, save a few of the named ones. That would greatly lower the NPC ratio. I mostly just brought them in to give higher numbers to a group that would be facing huge numbers of enemies. It made no sense to me that all those orcs would be escaped with only the small group of nine (?). As for Richard (TheGrandMage), if he wants out, he can be out. I'll understand, no hard feelings. It's been tough goings lately, pretty boring. So if anyone else wants out, or if we should just junk the thread, we can do that too. But if that's not the case, and if we can resolve a few of these things, and he wants back in, hell, Penning's a wizard, he can bring him back somehow. Not in perfect health, or probably even conscious, but we also have a magic crystal to recover, which could have healing power, and a healing elf, which might be able to help him some once he's breathing again, not to mention the probability that Constance, the dragon chosen to protect and nurture the young, might have some level of healing ability, if order to ensure the health of the young. I also have another idea of where this could lead, but I'd have to speak with TheGrandMage alone on that one. If you're interested, GM, let me know (maybe I should PM him). The doors are still very open to where this situation, and this thread, could lead. My intent, if we continue this, is to end the thread after the witch is dead (directly after), then start a second, if we choose to continue, to allow others to join in the quest to kill the two brothers. (Cal amus II)Ideas on these things? Okay, QC, that makes sense. I was wondering what we were supposed to do since you said you controlled the plot and all. In the grand scheme of things, there are two ultimate possibilities for the thread:1. The end.or2. We somehow stop the enemies from killing us and continue to the dragons. We conclude the thread by defeating the witch. I know that I am posting less frequently than I used to, but still like to end a thread on an upbeat. (Or by killing my characters off). I vote for option 2. I'm for option two as well. Quiet Cool, thanks all threads go through rocky patches. I think that once we get moving again with purpose, the thread will become more interesting for everyone. Okay, the dead shall rise again! And I, I shall express my opinion: Richard died for two basic reasons. Reason one: I'm a big role-playing buff. Been doing it since I was a small child. The entire male side of the family is like me. A roll of the dice, a quick decision, and it's off on high adventure! But some people don't understand the fundamentals that stand behind it. Every action is going to cause a reaction. Some people (mostly not the people in here, but everyone has their moments) don't get this, and act like the evil vile people who have overrun Ring. You know them, the godly "I can kill them all and never miss in an attack or get injured!" type. Again, this group isn't like that, but I've been under a lot of stress from my private life and that makes me go over details with a fine-toothed comb. Reason 2: I volunteered for something killing all my free time. I won't be getting online much for the next two weeks and didn't want Richard's lack of action (as I saw he would be needed soon) so slow you all down. So I figured I'd get Richard out of the way. If everyone preferred Richard not to die, I'll edit him into a supposed but unseen death he could wriggle out of and meet up with the others once life gets back to normal. If not, hey, he's dead, get pissed, realize you're outnumbered, and continue on without him. All I ask is that if he stays dead, someone take his 'Fang' from him and leave it where you meet the dragons. Maybe his hat, too. After that, when I get back, I'll write myself in as a wolf or eagle or something to just help you out and kind of stay separate from the group. Maybe even a reincarnation of Richard, or something, who knows. The Grand Mage said: But some people don't understand the fundamentals that stand behind it. Every action is going to cause a reaction. Some people (mostly not the people in here, but everyone has their moments) don't get this, and act like the evil vile people who have overrun Ring. You know them, the godly "I can kill them all and never miss in an attack or get injured!" type. Click to expand... OF! I felt that'm a newbie at RP'ING and trying to learn by other peoples example. I suspect that at times it's the blind leading the blind but bit by bit I'm learning the rules. Personally, I guess I hadn't thought of action/reaction - I guess I've treated the incidental characters as puppets rather than pretending they are characters controlled by other players. Valuable lesson well learned. Thanks The Grand Mage said: If everyone would prefer Richard not to die, I'll edit him into a supposed but unseen death he could wriggle out of and meet up with the others once life gets back to normal. Click to expand... I'd like to keep Richard alive personally. BTW: I got this message from poo live:I'm not gone for good Fire. I am simply away for a while, my character just taking a small vacation. I'll get him back in, when I feel up to writing in there again. Or, when you really need me, lol. As for Richard, I think he's the most interesting character... I definitely want him back. Something about a smart ass that never shuts up...reminds me of...well, me. And I think we might have an angle or two to work out, if you're interested, GM, that will place Richard in more in the center of the potline. PM me if you're interested in that... Or, we can have Penning bring him back to life, but weak, too weak to remain consciousness for long. That way, if you need to leave again to sort whatever is going on in your life, we can keep him around. Also, it keeps Penning from being too powerful, being able to merely wave his hand and bring people back to life, alive and well. As for pooh live, it's a good thing he said that. If they don't quest for the crystal, then they'll have to open the gates holding in the elves. That'd be him and Rural most likely, the muscle. Firesprite, you do well. Check your PM box. As for the thread. I can't move it forward until we decide if Richard is coming back here, or how. The creature in the bush is merely going to follow, so pay no mind, for now. Okie dogie Umm...you're headed the wrong way... West to the encampment, South to where they came from... I am? But we're already going west... I shouted that at the troll just after Richard got shot. Check my first post after the break we had in the thread. Are you telling me there are no trees for us to run through when we go west?? Some trees yes, but the hoof prints sounded off. If I made a mistake, I apologize, maybe I just missed something. I don't know. What a co-incidence that the horse ran off to the west.... hmmdon't worry, we'll correct the course if we go the wrong way. Hey, gang. I just capped off the Curse of Cal amus thread for good. It's lost its pull for now, and has slipped by for almost a month without a post, and almost a month before then. A good thread, I think, though. We did quite well... I want to thank everyone who put up[with me throughout the course of the thread. You all did very well, and the honor was mine to work with you all. Perhaps we will continue the journey sometime. They still have a long way to go. Until then, peace. Gas! New! Why do all the threads end before my characters can die heroically? And why is it always in the middle of action? I don't get it. Why does everybody leave the theater when the plot sets in? Sorry, Grand Mage, the thread lost the little momentum it had when I vanished that short while, but you're right, theSTORYisn't over by a long shot. Maybe we can set up another IOC/Casting Call and bring in some new blood, maybe even tempt the old players back. I tried to leave things in the middle of the action, open-ended I mean, to match up a sequel without much trouble. I'll put my hand up for a sequel. Furthermore, I wasn't sure where you wanted the story to go, and you hadn't been back for a while... Things ok on the RL front QC? Been worried bout ya. Are you back, or just visiting? Well I, for one, would be in on the sequel..... although I do have to change my character, he was never there anyway (sorry about that) but if another sequel was to come up then I would be around all the time and I would have a damn good character. Yeai would be in as well as my old character I only got to post once before it ended I, too, would appear in the sequel. That is, if anyone feels up to going back to grab the hallucinating that. Woah, talk about twisting my arm... Oaky, you talked me into it... Give me a few days to get the IOC/Casting Call together, see if we can draft some new blood (same old rules, of course) and see if Bobo's up for it. We can start up right where we left off... And Fire sprite, so far as I know, I'm back for good, but I didn't plan on leaving the first time. This time, however, I'll draft a second in command to carry it on if I have to go for a while. Sound good? Re: Woah, talk about twisting my arm... Quiet_Cool said: Okay, you talked me into it... Give me a few days to get the IOC/Casting Call together, see if we can draft some new blood (same old rules, of course) and see if Bobo's up for it. We can start up right where we left off... And Fire sprite, so far as I know, I'm back for good, but I didn't plan on leaving the first time. This time, however, I'll draft a second in command to carry it on if I have to go for a while. Sound good? Click to expand... Yay! Anyone know if Dark lord still plays? I haven't seen his name around in a while... Dark lord... He's still around. Well, sorta'. He started Rise of an Empire, and it did well, but he's been MIA for a short while now... I'd say expect him back whenever he's ready to return. He's done this sort of thing before.

The Curse of Calamus_ Profiles_rules (OOC)|rating:2.0

Jinzuuriki University-School of Supernatural Missions Thread

After a long, enjoyable period of rest and relaxation in which clothes were optional and intimacy was welcomed, the newly formed team of supernatural students was forcibly teleported to a new area-an apartment-like building, with enough bedrooms for all of them and a large, open living room, as well as a small kitchen (unstacked, it seemed like whoever built this place assumed people would bring food in from outside). The students were teleported with all their clothing, thankfully, otherwise, this would have been quite interesting! On the TV, Angelo smiled at them-obviously looking through a camera, and a red light on the TV showed that they were being observed by Angelo in turn. "Good afternoon, students. I'm afraid Sake respectfully asked us to not use her apartment, so I made this little Pocket Dimension for your use. A little over-compensatory perhaps, but it works for now." On screen, a map of the school came up with several pinpoints of light. "Those light points are glyphs I've spread over the school. They only react to you and only your six can see them. Touch them and be transported here. Touch that big one over on the wall-" He pointed to where it would be- "and teleport to any of those glyphs."" Oh, and one more thing-Asoka? Your uncle sent a gift. A golem, a personal bodyguard. I told him it wasn't required, he insisted. Considering your family is a rather...generous benefactor of the school, I couldn't exactly say no, so I lumped her into the Tremor team with you." The golem was already there, as Angelo had teleported it there beforehand." Now, last chance to back out before the mission. There's a matter that requires your immediate attention and I don't want anyone who's going to flake out at the first sign of trouble." He sat back and awaited responses. GM NOTE:All players receive two Character Points to be used how they like. You a use them or save them, but please mark them on your sheet. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(was teleported in to the extradimensional room....and glad clothes on. He listens the briefing, and he glanced on the person in the room indicated as 'golem' before he looked back on the screen as he replies; "I am not sure how much help I can be compared to others in group, but I am still willing to help the school. So far it....has been very interesting experience. Did you get chance talk with student council? Is there spot for me in there besides working in this team?" (simply stood stoically in the living room area, having been teleported here in the last hour after being delivered to the office by Larry Tomato. The composed battle-maid watched as several students teleported into the freshly created pocket dimension, her scanning eyes picking up the girl that would be her new mistress. She listened as the principal gave a load of exposition on their current location, bowing to Asoka as she was introduced. "Greetings, Mistress Asoka. I am your loyal golem, Homunculi. How may I be of service?" Homunculi stated, waiting for an order or a response from her mistress. ("No - I'm in..." Aya was actually a little more nervous than before. Now she had some inkling of what happened to her when she blanked out. And that whatever kind of person this cat-form of her was, she seemed capable enough, though obviously also quite impetuous. But she figured that she would just have to trust the others." And I am glad to meet you, Homunculi-san. I am Aya Pasturage. We're going to be teammates." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 90/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Bright, eye-widening excitement warmed over her eyes as Homunculi had come to life. Asoka had spent quite some time on her, trying to get her to work properly, but had little luck. Yet here she was. "Wonderful to meet you, Homunculi." Asoka offered a little bow. "Well, we're going to be working on missions. Just help keep this place clean, make some friends..." She thought for a bit. "If you can fix up my room, so my mom doesn't harp on me about it all the time..." Asuka then froze. Wait...her uncle had sent her? Which uncle? The same one who kept teasing her about not being lucky enough to be bisexual? Had Homunculi been...altered in some way to tease Asoka further? Hopefully Asoka was just being paranoid, but the way some people in her family could be at times, she'd had just about enough of being teased. Yet, Homunculi was now a sentient being, and Asoka couldn't just ask about the matter. Then again, with the way her cheeks were burning, and her eyes kept glancing around, everyone probably knew something was wrong. If Asoka was asked what was wrong, she'd put the question, but hopefully no one would ask her something so embarrassing." Aya," Asoka decided to ask, hoping to divert any other questions, "do you want us to try to restrain you or something if you start getting horny again when you change?" (thought about this. Then nodded. "Um... yes... that may be for the best... at least... until... You know... She and I learn how to... um... cooperate?" In some ways, it almost felt unfair to her cat-self. The other girl had a right to... But when Aya remembered what the other girl had a right to do, and whose body she was going to be doing it with, it didn't seem quite so unfair after all. ("It is a pleasure to meet you, Aya Pasturage." Homunculi formally replied, patting the short-staffed being gently upon the head. Despite being a more reserved person, still had her own tastes, one of them being females that were meek and short. While she didn't express it that well, she found them just plain adorable. "It shall be done when needed, Mistress." Homunculi replied to Asoka, giving a brief affirmative salute to show the conviction of her programming. The Stoic golem then watched as her master and new acquaintance spoke, mentally recording to bind the being in a hug if she got out of control. "What appears to be wrong, Mistress Asoka?" She inquired, noticing the blush. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062And there it was. Asoka was always inquisitive, but she wasn't good at hiding her curious nature, even when it wasn't something that could be properly and publicly discussed. Instead of verbally asking, Asoka decided to telepathically send the question. I was wondering if you were still entirely feminine. My uncle loves to tease me about things, and it wouldn't surprise me if he changed that about you, whether removing your vagina, giving you a penis, or any number of things. You needn't tell me unless you want to, but I'm just not fortunate enough to be bisexual. Part of the nature of Asoka's spell allowed a person to give a mental reply if they so chose. It didn't really matter in regard to the team, but... Asuka had been hopeful. She knew she was selfish and obnoxious for it, but she was still young, and it wouldn't really affect the mission one way or the other. ("I have both a phallus and a vagina. My phallus is ten inches long, though it is retractable." The golem mentally stated, finding this task just to be completing another request. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062He gave her a phallus. Of course, he did. Of course, he did. Asoka fought with her face, refusing to let anything show in her demeanor as absolutely best she could, and letting the connection drop just in time for the word "retractable" to come through. Well, that wasn't as bad as she'd expected. Maybe Uncle Larry really did want to just encourage her to figure out how to magically change herself without forcing her to do so. Of course, knowing Uncle Larry, he might have had one of his visions and decided that the group needed a lucky seventh. Asuka idly ran her finger along one of the points of the spectacle necklace as she gestured to Aya. "Aya has two forms, this one and one with cat ears. The one with cat ears is not allowed to give sexual consent, only the one without cat ears. If the one with cat ears tries to have sex with someone, we stop her." Asoka didn't ask if the construct understood, because she knew that Homunculi would ask any questions if there was any sort of problem. (looked upward. She was indeed tiny compared to Asoka's new servant. It still felt a bit patronizing to be pat on the head, though. Still she could feel some of the affection coming through so she figured the girl meant well. And then Asoka extended her protection as well. That came as a relief. At least now Aya knew she wouldn't wake up to learn she had done... that. "Thank you, Arkansan. And Homunculi-san. Your help means a lot. I hope that doesn't make me too much trouble for you." (quickly looked in the direction to where her mistress pointed, listening as she gave an expositional monologue on just exactly the girl was facing and why they needed to hold her back. "It shall be done, Mistress Asoka." The diligent golem replied, giving an affirming nod to the meek girl near them. "It will not be a problem, Katsuragi-San." The faithful servant replied to the cute one, accepting her display of gratitude. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(glanced on the screen with the glyph locations, memorize them instantly on his memory which is surprisingly sharp for visual info. He listened as it was discussed Aya should be restrained if her inner cat gets loose. He scratches behind his head as he replies; "I remember there is saying about herding cats, usually meaning it does not work out. Whatever entity it is, it introduced itself as Aya, so I think it's Aya albeit under a strong influence of the cat spirit. But the cat spirit Aya either freaks out or starts make out whoever is holding it down, or she bolts and escapes and either case it's heart rate remains high and thus extends the change period.However, you can distract it I think....it has very similar traits to felines to be kind single-minded. Also, last time she calmed down as I petted her behind the ears, so perhaps focus more calm the cat Aya down by distracting it with lures and such than just try to pin her forcibly down? Like use pointed lasers, petting ears, throw ball of yarn, cat mint? I would not want upset Aya even if she's in her cat mode." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Pulling out a Sharpie, Asoka took another look at the glyphs which had been presented. Even as she spoke to everyone, her mind snapped to another aspect of the situation, easily divided between arcane formulae and the topic at hand." To be honest, it's unusual from what I've expected," Asoka admitted, starting to draw a huge circle upon one of the walls, large enough that she could lay upon it if desired. From there, she started to draw out a seven-pointed star, the point going straight up, so far mirroring her necklace. "That's why I didn't step in to stop it when I first saw it happening. With Faye, it's more like she has different aspects of herself that take over, similar in some ways to multiple personalities but with full cognizance of each other." She kept her hand very still as she drew, very carefully applying an image that she'd created thousands of times before. "With others, it's like a show of dominance, and the true person can stop it from happening with a show of will. Thus, people will snap themselves out of things like waking from a dream once they realize that it's not something that they actually want to do." Once the image was finished, Asoka laid her hand in the center, letting the azure sparkles of her magic permeate the glyph. "If you'll forgive me for not stepping in when I first noticed you'd transformed," she said, looking to Aya. "Anything else is just a duty to a friend." (shrugged as everyone gave suggestions and apologies. "I don't think anyone knew exactly what was going on. Of course, I really wasn't um... there? It's really hard to figure this out - I'm sort of working blind here. Perhaps you're right - over time, I'll be able to become aware of my other self - maybe even exert control." To be honest, she had no idea how that was going to happen. But it was more comforting than the idea of being completely powerless over the whole thing. "But until then, I'll need pretty much any help I can get, I think." She then turned her attention towards the gate. "So is this one of the transport gates we are expected to use? If so, is there some sort of ceremony to activate it, like you did, Arkansan?" (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Asuka smiled, removing her hand from the wall and letting go of the drawing. "Oh, no, this is different," she explained. "I have a setup just like this at my house, and I want to see if I can link the two, but that's not how you get to the school." She moved over to the large symbol on the wall that Angelo had pointed out, coming within inches of it to gesture and point it out. "To get to and from the school, just touch this glyph here. It'll teleport you there and back. Right now, we're not actually on Earth, but in a pocket dimension that's only tangentially connected to Earth by the magic of these glyphs." Moving back to the large spectacle she'd drawn upon the wall, she continued, "I have a design just like this set up in my room, and I want to see if I can link the two. I don't know if I can, to be honest, but..." With a shrug, she looked back to the glyph, then started to carefully and slowly draw the same symbol in the dead center of the spectacle." A lot of people prefer the pentacle, sticking to more terrestrial opportunities," she explained. "Five points, five senses, four elements, and they try to claim some sort of 'life force' or something as the fifth. However, there are seven days. There's seven directions, counting the seventh as the internal. The other two senses are the intuitive and the magical. Seven effectively adds another dimension onto the five, the way up and down adds a third dimension to a flat surface." As she finished one of the glyphs, she glanced over to Aya, hoping she wasn't going too fast. "Make sense so far?" (nodded. She was nothing if not a quick study. "So you're setting up a more personal set of gates for easier access. That makes sense. Perhaps each of us should have our own. In case of emergencies or whatnot. As often as not in emergencies, every second counts, after all." ("I'm in, of course..." Lily said to the screen with a decisive nod. Being a champion of justice is an old habit. But not her only one. She started to walk a large circle around the homunculus, checking her out from every angle. She raised an eyebrow at the look Asoka was giving her new friend/toy. "She just met, and already dirty thoughts" she speculates to herself. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Obviously Aya was intelligent, which helped tremendously. Asoka was not a slow teacher, and she usually ended up having to try and fail to go through things which others couldn't easily follow. Thankfully Aya didn't seem to have that problem." I can try to help explain it if you like," Asoka said as she diligently ascribed out the glyphs. "You've already touched magic, so you shouldn't have to go through the years of training it usually takes in order to access your innate talents. However, you'll probably want to use foci in order to access those talents, especially for unusual abilities. An enchanted marker, or just chalk, can let you carve out a path without having to figure out what inside you can do so. Diligent focus, surrendering some of your internal MANA and draining yourself for a short while as a result. There are many options, and if you want to learn how to come from Earth to here in a hurry, I should ask what method you think would be easiest." Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(observes mostly what Asoka is telling to Aya....her explanations are clear on the things that seven pointed pentagram is grander than five pointed. Albeit Saki's case he hasn't yet touched upon any magic so he unlikely can utilize it anyway nor shape. But it's interesting to listen nonetheless. However, he is pondering on detail what Asoka told, and he replies; "Why the foci, let's say wizard's staff or wand, is important for them cast spells? Would it not make it difficult to harness what's innate in you to obey an object which is not part of you? I can only understand it extend that foci is meant as means control your powers so you do not out of reflex or instinct use them when not needed to." "Actually..." Angelo said, interjecting into Panama's question. "Foci, as the name suggest, are a wonderful method for 'focusing' your internal energy. Some mages allow themselves to become more beholden to the object in question, becoming slaves to the device they use to cast. Think of Foci as...training wheels in a way." He smirked. "I figured out a way to turn my Foci into super powered magic bombs. My apprenticeship ended the day I devised that little trick. My mentor promoted me straight to Master." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Asuka nodded to Saki. "It's worth noting that, in your case, you may not have to actually touch magic to be able to do stuff. Scions often have a much easier time just innately doing things even if they don't understand their own capabilities, once they've developed a rote." She also nodded at his question of foci. "I don't know what it'd be like for you, but most of us won't accidentally use our capabilities. If that seems self-evident to you, it may well be that you have more pure strength than you have the finesse to easily control your powers, and some form of focus may well be beneficial." She gestured to the grand symbol she was making. "However, what I'm really doing is attuning myself to this particular point in space, across the dimensions. I can do that without drawing the spectacle, but I know exactly how big I've drawn it, and can link that symbol more easily to another than it would be for me to pick two points in space and just force them together." The marker traced carefully between two of the stars points as she got back to work, adding in another glyph. Including the one in the center, it seemed she would have eight in all. "I used to know a priestess who attuned to the scent of incense. Her temple was always saturated with it, and that aroma put her instantly into the mind state that she required for her abilities. She just couldn't focus herself otherwise, and carried incense around with her to burn if she needed to do something." Angelo explained much the same thing, but she didn't really consciously pick up on it until she stopped to double-check the glyph. By that point, a soft touch of crimson caught her cheeks as she realized she'd only repeated much of what he said. "Personally, I rarely bother with physical objects. I have a reserve of MANA which I draw upon to make spells work more easily. Others don't fully release the spell as they do it, and have to maintain a degree of concentration. That's how I do my telekinesis. I could also help construct a magic wand or rod which will attune to you, and you'll need it for all your spells. There are many options." Finally, she shrugged. "If you want, I can even just make a magical knife which can cut through Earth's dimensional wall and open up straight to this spectacle. You'll have to just hold onto that knife, and we'd have to figure out how you'd want to power it. I had one friend who had absolutely no magical ability and wanted to be able to do some blood magic, and that's far from preferable, but it was the best I could make to which he could attune." She gave each of the two a meaningful glance. "Deep down, you both probably have this innate sense of how things need to work, what makes perfect sense not only in your mind but your hearts. If you can put it to words, or if you want me to try to read your mind - which I can do, if you're willing to open yourself up to it - we can figure out what will work best for each of you." ("Well in my case," Aya said as she examined her amulet, "it's almost certain to be this, won't it? Of course, there's the problem. Whileitseems to be able to use me as a focus, or maybe who's inside it, the inverse - mainly me being able to use it- isn't necessarily quite as true. So with magic - you feel it first, right? How exactly does it feel? Is it the same for everyone? Or different? Can you see it? Or hear it? Feel it? Or is it some completely different sense that you were talking about?" This was a touch frustrating. Aya was having to discard much of what she thought she knew and learn something completely new from scratch. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062"Stop!" Asoka put up a hand as she recognized Aya's frustrated tone, the voice of someone who was hearing something that she didn't like and didn't recognize, and was absolutely going to put that to rest. Aya was a quick study, and she'd figure out what Asoka was doing well enough, but the first step was giving her the confidence to get that going. "You're overthinking it." She stopped midglyph, standing up and moving over to Aya. If Aya let her, she'd take Aya's hands in her own. "You already know how magic works. That's why this is so frustrating. I recognize that tone. You have a soul, and that soul cries out to you that magic is real. Your heart already knows; it just doesn't match up with what I'm saying." Her eyes honed in on Aya's, not yet forcing her way in for a mental consideration but all too able to if she deemed it necessary. "You tell me: if you wanted to open up a portal from here to Earth, how would it happen? We'll do it your way." Deep down, Asoka wasn't entirely certain that she read Aya correctly, and accepted the possibility of confusing the poor girl if she was wrong. However, one couldn't easily explain magic any more than one could explain the process of lifting an arm to someone who didn't have arms. It was the soul that ultimately provided the energy, and Aya just needed the confidence to make it happen. (5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swordsman found herself teleported to the room after all the others. Her hair was damp, and she was buttoning her vest, obviously having just come out of a shower." Oh, well, I wish I had some warning. A few minutes earlier and you would have been teleporting me straight out of the shower. While it's nothing no one here's seen before... I would rather have clothes on hand than just walk around naked. Something about decency laws.... Anyway! What's going on Mr. Principle-sir? Got a job for us?" Ryn shifted where she was standing a bit and her pants drooped down the side... just to make it rather obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear at the moment. "We will have to speak on magical theory another time, Ms. Asoka. Yes, I do have a mission for you all." Angelo held up a mysterious, spherical object that looked like some kind of plant seed. "Our Gardens are home to many wild and varied plants, some supernatural in nature. And with all the magic freely flowing around campus, it was inevitable that a reaction would occur and, well, monsters."" Approximately three hours ago, the Gardens experienced an outbreak of Thorn Sitters. The situation was quickly contained, but we believe that some of the creatures may have been able to escape into the basement of the Uroboros building." That particular building house several 'celestial' creatures. "So, you're going in to investigate and clear them out. Simple. Any questions?" He asked. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(had been silently listened Asoka and Aya to talk, Aya seems get things quicker and better than Saki does...so perhaps she is just naturally good at this stuff than him? Or simply smarter? Possible. Then Run appeared, and he smiled at her and nodded for greeting before Angelo starts the briefing. As question time came he replies; "Well, what are Thorn Sitters exactly? Appearance and what they are capable of?" "Something like this:" Angelo said, as he called up An image of the creature in question. ("Coloration varies from strain to strain, but they're mostly the same. They have the ability to, well, spit thorns. Hence, the name. Early horologists were not very creative. Regardless, the thorns are powerful, and may contain hallucinogenic toxins. They usually aren't enough to cause any lasting damage, just enough to make you woozy for a few minutes. Kinda like you're drunk." He looked to a couple members of the team. "There's a spare cabinet full of weapons if you need one. Regular gear-steel, mostly. Nothing enchanted or made of a fallen star or anything like that." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Asuka stopped her work, looking over the creature and listening intently as descriptions were given. "Right," she finally said. "The most useful and most difficult aspect of this fight is going to be Run and her flames." She flicked her hair in Run's direction. "Fire will do a fantastic job of destroying the plants, but if we're not careful, will burn down the building." Her eyes jumped to Saki and Aya. "That's why I'm putting you two on extinguisher duty. We're not sure about how to harness your powers for a fight yet, and maybe we can, maybe we can't. Still, if both of you have fire extinguishers, one alone should be able to handle the problem. If neither of you ends up doing so, at least we'll have two fire extinguishers at the ready." Although she didn't know a great deal about the various powers people had so far, that was something she could figure out with time. "Anything anyone else wants to say?" (was about ready to come up with an idea of how she would want to take on the gate problem - but the mission got in the way. So instead she nodded at the suggestion. "All right. Fire extinguishers. And are there any antidotes to these plants' toxins. Usually, there's something if you know where to look." Half of her was still shocked at what she was saying - here she was talking about walking plants that shot thorns. But sometimes, reality wasn't quite what you originally expected of it. That was something she was just going to have to get used to. "Your own liver will take care of the toxins. Bring a lot of water, though." Angelo advised. "If you get hit with the toxin, sit down, get some water in you, and wait it out." Faye finally popped up with her own ideas. "Bring slashing weapons." She said. "Gotta cut those thick vines... I think my claws can do the trick, but I need some backup. I'd...rather not be the frontline fighter..." (summons forth her sword once more, the blade appearing first as a column of energy in her hand, then materializing as a dark blade with bat-winged cross guard and an eye-like gem set in the hilt. "I can handle that" she says. "I don't do a lot of tracking though. Why don't we set a lure and get them all to one point in the building before attacking? What do these things like?" Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(listens on what the plants are capable and also nods for suggestion for him and Aya use fire extinguishers and when talk came to slashing weapons he replies; "Well, I think Aya and I should get shields to one hand so we carry the fire extinguishers on other hand. So we can block the seeds hitting us. Also, we each should get couple bottles of water for potential poisoning." It kind of amazes Saki that he is now in starting his academy years in dealing with animated plants. Going beyond what most people would call 'normal'. But then again past hours have been crazy also. (5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swords"Right, I'm on flamethrower duty." Run said. She had an idea and grinned. "You guys know how to make Molotov cocktails, right? Get a bottle, some gasoline, and stick an old rag in the top. Light the rag on fire and throw. We could use those to take out large clusters of the things." (GM Note: This thread dropped to the second page, thank you Sisters and Pledges!) Angelo nodded. "It seems like you all have a plan. There's a direct portal to the Uroboros building from here. Good luck." With that, he terminated the call. Once the party had actually made their way down to the basement of the building, Faye stopped them. "I'm...going to do my thing. I won't try flirting with anyone, I just... I'm a lot more powerful in demon mode." With that, she allowed her body to shift. It was the wicked claws that Faye wanted more than anything. "Alright...now that I'm a little more comfortable, let's keep going." She said with a devilish grin... As the party moved forward, they would find themselves greeted by 10 of the Thorn Sitters Angelo had told them about. And unless everyone was being stealthy (unlikely), they noticed. Turning to engage, the team found themselves in a brawl!GM Notes:Roll Initiative. The area is a large open field. And don't worry about the fact they outnumber you-they're pretty easy to kill off. The plants have a 9Faye got 10. No freebie actions or attacks, this is a straight up "roll unit" thing. (stoically listened as they finished the conversation of the short student's feline-centered form, as well as when they briefly discussed the properties of the arcane. The faithful golem then mentally recorded Angelo as he discussed their mission on screen, about how some mutant flora were getting out of hand. After the description of the creatures was given and no special orders were given to her, she mentally assigned herself to combat support. Homunculi eventually made her way to the basement with rest of the group, watching as the more reserving succubus took on her demon form. "Combat subroutines initiated." The powerful golem stated as they encounter the enemy, clutching her fist in her palm. Unit: 9At 2015-01-30 05:55:00, Yugishogun (UID: 42100) rolls: 2d6a4 Result: 9 (( ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 89/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Maybe the dimensional portal wouldn't be necessary at all if Angelo was just going to teleport them around, but it still gave Aya something to consider, a way to learn to harness her abilities. "One other thing," she said to Aya. "Unless you object, next time you transform I'm going to attempt to get a link to your feline form. I may be able to open up a communication mirror so you two can have a chat." Initiative 13Roll Result: Andy rolled: 2d6, adding 10 to the total Comment: Initiative Result: 2, 1, Total: 13Showing up on the other side slowed her down, because instead of taking some moments to prepare, she was instantly thrown into the situation. Still, she was quite fast, and MANA swarmed around her as she conjured up her various combat spells. (nodded at Asoka. "I think that would be very worthwhile. If you could start some line of communication up between the two of us, it would help me a lot with coming to terms with the situation." She would have explored the issue some more, but that was about the time she and the rest of the group found themselves amidst a posse of very aggressive plant life. Initiative 12Roll Result: Idled rolled: 2d6, adding 5 to the total Comment: Aya - InititativeResult: 6, 1,Total: 12As the others prepared for action, so did Aya. Although in her case that just meant pulling the safety cord out of the fire extinguisher and getting ready to act should the building come in danger of burning down. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(had readied for the mission several water bottles (hanging from belt) and fire extinguisher ready as they teleported. He takes safety also off from his fire extinguisher and says; "Okay, let's keep calm and focus fire many down as we can." Initiative 16At 2015-01-31 11:54:15, AER Dark wail (UID: 14) rolls: 2d6a+4 Result: 16 (Nat double 6 so critical success on INI? His first action (to just speed things little) is to use inspiring presence to give everyone +5 bonuses vs fear/despair and rapid EP regent. He also would stay behind the main combatants and besides Aya. Saki's soul roll activate Aura of Inspiration: 14 (success) (("I think you look good this way, Faye." Lily said as she brought out her own demonic features in a sexy, stretching pose, looking her up and down once she's brought forth her demon form. "Have you done much fighting this way? I could give you some pointers later..." She summons forth her sword and whips it down, getting ready to attack any of the creatures who slip past the first wave of attacks. At 2015-01-31 21:32:30, Lily Dark bloom (UID: 55536) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 8]Initiative 8 (( 5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swordsman stepped through the portal, orbs of fire forming around her. She drew her sword as she came out the other side, grinning at the chance for a fight. "Keep calm? Why would we need to do that?" Run said, the orbs beginning to spin in a rapid halo behind her. "Just stick close and call out if any of the vines get a little too touchy-feely." Initiative 17At 2015-02-01 16:44:03, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a8 Result: 17 (GM POST! Init Order:RynSakiAsukaAyaFayeHomuncula (higher base Unit wins)PlantsLilyMap(don't know how fast you're able to move, but assume that every square is one yard for the purposes of movement. In this case, anyone can get up close and personal. The fire extinguishers are heavy enough to count as Weapon level 2. You may use your normal Melee Attack to swing them (so even a sword user could conceivably swing them at the same level he uses a sword), however, they are so heavy and unbalanced that you take a -2 to using them. The basement has a lot of wood work, so having them is definitely a good idea. Ryn is up next. (5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swordsman extended a hand, the orbs spinning even more rapidly now. She was now engulfed in a circle a flame, the heat easily felt by those nearby. "Right. Let's do some gardening." she said. Clenching her fist, bullets of fire shot from the circle. It was almost as if someone had pulled out an assault rifle, albeit one filled with napalm. The flaming bullets cut down one, two, three, four of the vines. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 87/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Although Asoka wasn't much for the front lines, she still did her best to make sure that the creatures didn't have a clear path to either Saki or Aya. Her body erupted in azure energy as a sphere of magical energy encircled around her, protecting her from harm. In front of it, her outstretched left hand poured forth power to manifest a disc of the same energy, set up as a shield to block anything that assaulted her - and would hopefully protect Saki and Aya to some degree as well. The main force of her power, though, came from her right hand. Once more her fist was engulfed in the shining motes of MANA, spinning and zipping about to form into jagged designs not unlike shards of broken glass. Only when she'd spent a few moments building up hundreds of the tiny things did she push her hand forward, opening her palm and sending the energy zipping forth at one of the plants. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Roll Result: Andy rolled: 2d6, adding 10 to the total Comment: Attack Result: 5, 1, Total: 16If their defense is only 2, she's just torn the darn thing apart with I think 5 attacks of 47 damage. (stood at the ready with the fire extinguisher to put out any fires, spraying at anything that got too close to her teammates. But since none of the plants were moving up to threaten anyone at the moment, she saw little reason to charge ahead and cause anyone more worry or problems than she would by not being there in the first place. (ignore that somehow, Faye got glasses)Faye, in her much more confident demon form, was fine with charging ahead. After all, she had these claws. Might as well use them. She rushed up and clawed away, intent on ripping this beast apart. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide GM Note: I just remembered that I'm actually supposed to be rolling Defense for these guys. Everything that has happened will still happen, but from now on, I'll remember to roll their defense. Faye: At 2015-02-01 22:32:54, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a8 Result: 16 (At 2015-02-01 22:33:01, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 7 (Faye's claws are only weapon level 1, she only does 14 damage to the plant. However, she drains its Soul by 1, reducing HP by 5 and knocking its Soul down to 1. Map Update:(( her combat options, Homunculi waited until the range had stopped being engulfed in projectiles; Run with her fire bullets and her mistress with her MANA darts. Once that was cleared out, the agile golem rushed up as she was more suited for melee combat. She moved the last thorn of the front line, delivering a deadly spin-kick to its metaphorical face. Combat Roll: 17At 2015-02-02 07:45:19, Yugishogun (UID: 42100) rolls: 2d6a8 Result: 17 (dealt if hit: 22 The plants seem to cry out in fear at the flame attacks. Luckily, the basement floor is cement, so when the flames run through their fuel of plant matter, the fires die before they can cause any trouble. (IOC Note: Those fire extinguishers are still going to come in handy, don't throw them away yet)The plant that Faye clawed at suddenly remembers it's got Bane: Slashing attacks and slumps over dead. Homuncula deals a mighty blow, but it is not enough to put down the creature. It seems to regain a part of its vigor, as if its healing itself-and it doesn't even need sunlight to do it! No wonder Angelo wants these things dead. (Regeneration 5 points)The plant Homunculi attacked takes a step back, forming a firing line with its allies. Two of the plants have a clear shot on 'Fire Bitch', and proceed to take their shots. RollsPlant 1:At 2015-02-02 11:33:17, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a7 Result: 12 (2 At 2015-02-02 11:33:32, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a7 Result: 12 (you can see, they each rolled a 12. Run, roll Ranged Defense in response. If either hit, they deal 17 damage, and you must make a Body roll at 12 or higher (Resistance applies, as does any special defense against poisons), else you take a -1 penalty to Mind. This penalty is cumulative. The other two plants take potshots at Faye, as she has those wicked claws that hurt. RollsPlant 3 At 2015-02-02 11:35:52, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a7 Result: 16 (4: At 2015-02-02 11:35:59, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a7 Result: 16 (defends! At 2015-02-02 11:37:49, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 12 (2015-02-02 11:37:56, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 13 (takes both. Body rolls! At 2015-02-02 11:38:37, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 11 (2015-02-02 11:38:43, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 14 (Faye takes 34 damage and -1 Mind. Ouch...luckily that Mind will come back after the fight. Faye takes the blows and can't keep on her feet after taking the toxic shots. She collapses from the shock, plain as day for everyone to see...including Aya. She can feel a powerful anger coursing through the amulet and through her body as suddenly, she changes from regular schoolgirl to cat goddess! And she is pissed...(Idle, since you held your action, feel free to act now)(( 5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swords The flames circling Run roar to life as the plants attack. The thorns are incinerated before even coming near her, and Run just puts a hand on her hip. Before, however, seeing Faye. "Ah crap. Asoka, know any healing spells?" Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Defense 1 Defense 2 (the back, a definitive hissing noise could be heard. If anyone could be bothered to look back, they would have seen that Aya had once again grown those ears and that tail, and her eyes were glowing yellow again. But they wouldn't have had to be looking back for long, for the cat-goddess immediately sprung forward, dropping the fire extinguisher with a definitive clunk and reaching to the amulet, causing it to grow several sharp clawlike blades which she pointed at the nearest standing plant as she dove into it with all due energy and enthusiasm. Putting it simply, AYA-as-happy-cat was a lot more pleasant to be around than AYA-as-angry-cat (or AYA-as-shy-human for that matter.) Attack Roll:16Roll Result: Idled rolled: 2d6, adding 6 to the total Comment:Result: 6, 4,Total: 16 Notes: Weapon 5, Leap Attack gives total damage multiplier of 6, I think. You'll have to forgive me if I screwed something up here... (might be a little rusty... everything happened before she could react, Run's cuts, Homunculi's punching and Faye's bold move that exposed her to so many hits. She leaped gracefully in the air, one leg drawn back, practically floating over the artificial girl (and giving her a view of her pussy along the way, should she look up... and Faye would definitely get an excellent view from her vantage point on the floor. In fact, she WAS floating, her wings flapping a little to aid the leap. It became less dainty overhead when she power dived the remaining creatures, slashing her sword in a curving arc! "Sword of lust!" she called out boldly. Faye was knocked out and certainly NOT enjoying the view. One of the thorn sitters pulled back just in time to dodge the beginning of Lily's attack, but his buddies were not so lucky.(since you're next, stepping up three squares will give you a perfect shot at the Thorn Sitter, since Faye is Toed) (5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swords"Right, I'm finishing this before demon girl there gets herself in too much of a thorny situation." Run said, her eyes blazing. She waved a hand towards the last thorn sitter left, a fusillade of furious fire incinerating the plant. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2015-02-03 13:44:51, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 16 (Attack 1At 2015-02-03 13:45:00, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 14 (Attack 2 Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(Faye charges in and gets literally pummeled on ground without mercy on the plants Saki shouts;"Faye!" But in shock Saki did not act quick enough, as then he hears clatter as Aya drops the fire extinguisher and charges into melee! It took moment for Saki notice before shouting to her to see she was in her adorable feline form....but the expression she had was not adorable nor was the fierce shredding clawing she did on the plants! Then Run blasts fierce inferno which sets on wooden cellar (besides the plants which crumble on ground) on fire! He quickly steps forward and shoots jet of cool white powder everywhere on the fire zone to get it under the control, while steaming off onto fire he says; "Check is Faye okay! Aya, give some water for Faye. She may be quite poisoned by now by those thorns." Saki reaches on his belt, and he takes one four water bottles and throws it towards Aya. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 86/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Other than Faye, everything was going exactly as planned. Aya had even transformed, which brought out the next part of Asoka's plan, the one she'd hinted at with the non-feline version of the girl. Granted, there wasn't much that Asoka could do for Faye at the moment, but she had other responsibilities that she couldn't pass up. Letting her defensive magics fade, she pulled out a compact mirror from her purse and opened it up, pointing it outward in Aya's direction. Illusions manifested all around Asoka, centered upon the mirror but full of ribbons, tinkling bells, flashing lights and any number of sights and sounds that so often attracted cats. It started out in a wide arc, but focused in upon the mirror, leaving just enough room for the light of Aya's eyes to catch upon the polished glass. "Aya..." Asoka crooned in the voice so often used to attract the attention of a kitten. "Isn't it so pretty?" "Quiffs..." Faye said as she sat up, her head spinning from the poison. "That was the biggest hit I've taken in years...guess I can't shrug off as much as I thought I could." After a brief rest, she was up and ready-well, aside from the bruises. "Don't worry-I can heal myself." She wrapped her arms around her body, like she was hugging herself, and her wounds knit themselves together as a blue energy danced over them. "I can do this to you guys to. But, no more than once a day. I can hug you all you like, just the healing doesn't work after a certain point."(Faye heals 30 of the 34 damage she took) (found that her stylish spin kick didn't exactly knock out the thorn sitter, though it left the little creature quite until it lightly regenerated. The loyal golem noticed as her succubus comrade sliced up more of them, though she was sadly shot down. Luckily the interventions of the other females in the party eliminated the rest of the enemies, allowing the downed party member to heal herself. Seeing that her mistress was properly distracting the Batgirl, the kitten-loving being moved to attempt to calm Aya down by hugging her and petting her head. Hug Roll At 2015-02-10 18:56:38, Yugishogun (UID: 42100) rolls: 2d6a8 Result: 14 (( Grapple Roll Result: Idled rolled: 2d6, adding 6 to the total Comment: Grapple Result: 2, 6,Total: 14Note - I think this is right, which means that Aya isn't caught - but I could be wrong between Asoka's distraction attack and other modifiers I might not be aware of. Please tell me if this is so. Aya first caught the water and then caught something else out of the corner of her eye - namely Asoka and Homunculi playing their tag team magic. Tossing the bottle to Faye, with a here, she then spun around, squirmed a little within the golem's intended hold and asked, "What's going on?" more curious than anything else as she stared at all the pretty pretties. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 86/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062As soon as Asoka caught Aya's eye with the glint of the mirror, she suddenly slammed shut the compact, then started to draw a septa gram upon the bottom with a permanent marker. "Got it," she said. "Sympathetic connection to feline Aya should allow for some degree of communication between the two so long as human Aya looks into the mirror next time it's opened." All the pretty stuff faded as Asoka released the magic maintaining the illusion, the colors and sounds fading like a dream. (as her hugging maneuver had been successful in holding the bedazzled Batgirl, Homunculi began to pet her upon the blond fur of her feline ears. "Mistress has ordered me to restrain you whenever you go out of control as a feline." The loyal golem simply stated. She then began to snuggle the absolutely adorable creature, letting Asoka go on with her desired plan to establish a link between the meek girl's two halves. (Batgirl didn't seem to notice the magic so spell much, perhaps a little, though she sighed as the pretty pretties disappeared. But her attention was soon drawn by another pretty... Nuzzling against Homunculi, she mentioned, "You're big. And soft..." Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(gets the fire under the control, but it took one fire extinguisher out, he had at side glance watched how things proceed with feline Aya. The homunculus...golem...still a bit hard imagine it, has her pretty well pinned down. Also, she's petting but also snuggling on her, but it seems she hasn't calmed down yet. So Saki moves in and reaches to her ears, instinctively find her sweet spot he smiles to her and says; "Hello again, you do remember me?" Trying his best to calm feline Aya down by petting her ears, give them good delicious scratching to calm her. (Homunculi and Saki, Aya calmed down, and just like that, she was back to her normal Aya self. That didn't mean she wasn't a touch confused, being in the grip of Homunculi and all while being scratched behind the ears by the boy. Most distressing, however, were her own fingernails, which were sticky and odd smelling. "Is that... sap?" she asked, looking a bit like a fish out of water. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 86/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062"You shifted," Asoka explained once Aya changed back. Walking over, she offered the mirror over to the confused girl. "We already beat the plants. If you open up the compact and look into it, you should be able to speak with your feline self. I don't know how well it's going to work, though." ("That should be an interesting conversation..." Lily remarks to Asoka and Aya, patting down the sparks and flaming bits that clung to her dark skin after the fiery finish to the plants. Once she's not as hot (in some ways), she walks over to Faye's side, squatting down immodestly... legs wide open. "You should be careful not to take on more than you can swallow..." she cautions her fellow demon playfully. "Don't worry about me." Faye said, getting to her feet and preparing to head on out. "I'll be fine. There's a lot of them, sure, but we can do a lot more than they can. Hell, these things are supposed to be experiments that ran off, right? It's not like they've got any kind of central intelligence behind them." While she is naked, she carries herself with an air of grace. "Miss Aya, you may wish to postpone speaking to your cat self until after our business is concluded. In fact...while she's a bit more excitable, it may be preferable to have her out. Though the fire extinguishers are useful." Incidentally, there's enough of those fire extinguishers that the party needn't worry about using them all up. Seems a building full of demons would be right to stock up on the fire protection. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(pets feline Aya until she turns back normal again. As others talked he ceased scratching and moved to gentle petting on her hair and head. He hears Faye's idea, and he nods and replies; "Yeah, I can handle the fire extinguisher duty just myself." Saki looks on Aya and with smile says; "It seems you get turned to feline when we enter the fights, your quite powerful in your feline form against these plants so far Aachen." He ceases petting Aya on head and moves pick up new fire extinguisher from the wall, he himself carrying two of them once while leaving empty one near the spot where he picked up fresh one. (one looked closely enough (and probably the one was hugging did), a small smile could be seen upon Homunculi's face as the Batgirl nuzzled softly. "Good kitty." The distracted golem nonchalantly replied, continuing to pet Cathay upon her fluffy ears. She was a bit annoyed by the human male intervening in her snuggling time, though she didn't express it. Homunculi mentally sighed as she released her once she returned to human form, wanting to have hugged the cute being a bit more. (face was a bit red as Homunculi released her, and tried to process the fact that her other self was something of a badass. Mostly she stared at the compact. "Thank you Arkansan. I'll try and use it when we get back. Like Bayesian said, I think trying it now might be a bit complicated since we're in the middle of a mission. Speaking of... where exactly are we to proceed to now?" (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 86/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Aya's appreciation brought a soft smile to Asoka's lips, and she gave a simple nod. As aforesaid, though, it was better to continue and deal with their personal issues later. "What's next, Angelo?" Quote from: Angiejuusan on 14-02-2015, 08:27:37"Don't worry about me." Faye said, getting to her feet and preparing to head on out. "I'll be fine. There's a lot of them, sure, but we can do a lot more than they can. Hell, these things are supposed to be experiments that ran off, right? It's not like they've got any kind of central intelligence behind them." While she is naked, she carries herself with an air of grace. "Miss Aya, you may wish to postpone speaking to your cat self until after our business is concluded. In fact...while she's a bit more excitable, it may be preferable to have her out. Though the fire extinguishers are useful." Incidentally, there's enough of those fire extinguishers that the party needn't worry about using them all up. Seems a building full of demons would be right to stock up on the fire protection." Don't jinx it..." Lily said, nudging Faye's side with an elbow. "We could send someone forward as bait. Monstersalwaysgo after someone alone" she suggests to the group. "The bait runs away and back to where we have an ambush setup." It took her a long time to learn that trick. "Why use bait when we know exactly how to deal with these guys-fire and cutting." Faye said, before opening the door further into the basement. Further along the basement, one can observe a large amount of ivy growing along the walls, seeming to lead down a side tunnel deeper into the basement. "Looks like that's the way." Faye said, heading along the path. Deeper into that side tunnel, another 10 Thorn Sitters awaited...along with a massive Alarming (waiting for them. She observes the heroes entering, and screeches horrifically at their sight! "Go, my babies! Defend your Queen!" The Thorn Sitters rise up in defense!(Hey look, shiny map!)(( ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 86/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Initiative 13Roll Result: Andy rolled: 2d6, adding 10 to the total Comment: Result: 2, 1, Total: 13Either simply overconfident in her abilities or just momentarily stunned by the beauty of the Alarming, Asoka ended up moving a little too far forward, offering the green-skinned beauty a smile. "Hey..." she warmly said, offering a smile. No doubt the distraction would cost her in the flow of combat speed. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(follows the group with two fire extinguishers carried on his back and a dozen more water bottles in his belt. As they arrive deeper to cellar and come across Alarming and she's giving commands to the plants he looks on Faye and said; "Okay, you officially jinxed it. There is central intelligence behind these plants. Who or what is she anyway?!" Saki focused remain out from direct line of fire and just wait when he is needed.... Initiative: 13 (( anything, Aya was taken more flat-footed than Asoka. Because she was mostly trying to figure out how to call her cat self out. Which meant she hadn't taken quite such notice at the new and better led army of vegetable material in front of her. Initiative 9Roll Result: Idled rolled: 2d6, adding 5 to the total Comment:Result: 2, 2,Total: 9 (found the on-and-off Batgirl even more cute as she caught her blushing from her hug, listening as the party discussed their future plans in this mission. The loyal golem then followed the group farther, noting that this would probably be the last task as they encountered the plant-woman guarded by her thorn-spitting servants. Ignoring the human male's bickering with her mistress, she was quite ready to finish this mission once and for all. Unit: 13At 2015-02-17 20:44:18, Yugishogun (UID: 42100) rolls: 2d6a4 Result: 13 (( 5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swordsman sighed, drawing her sword again. She largely stayed out of the antics from earlier, having been distracted with some things of her own. "Look, you do realize I can launch fire at you. This is going to end with you being turned into ash, unless you want to strike a deal." Run said, orbs of fire appearing around her to help make her point. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2015-02-17 15:40:56, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a8 Result: 17 (("So we fight them on a spot where we're ready for them, instead of their lair..." Lily answered Faye, just as they walked in on the Alarming. Initiative 15At 2015-02-18 01:26:55, Lily Dark bloom (UID: 55536) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 15 ("Not bad, but I've seen better..." goes through Lily's head as the mother creature commands them to attack. "You just want a fertile place to plant your seeds... a lot of girls are into that, you know..." she offers the queen. "We could hook you up, and you could spend some time in the nice, hot sun..." Seduction 19At 2015-02-18 01:34:59, Lily Dark bloom (UID: 55536) rolls: 2d6a10 Result: 19 (Rolls Faye Unit: At 2015-02-18 02:08:22, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 8 (You have failed me again. Thorns: At 2015-02-18 02:08:51, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 6 (Even they're slower... Aaraune: At 2015-02-18 02:09:16, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 11 (17Lily: 15Asuka: 13Saki: 13Homuncula: 13Alaraune: 11Aya: 9Faye: 8 Thorns: 6"Sorry darling, Master says no going in the sunlight." The plant responds. "There will be no deals-only your DOOM!" The plant cries out with a cackling laugh!(Run's first) (5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swords"Suit yourself. Guys, have the extinguishers ready. This is going to get HOT." Run said, pointing her sword towards the plant. The flames behind her followed suit, orbs flying in every direction. When they stopped, they were hovering in the air around the Alarming. "Burn in hell." Run made a slashing movement with her sword, and the orbs all came crashing down, exploding as they did. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Using the secondary option of Autofire to spray the whole area with fire, centering on the Alarming. At 2015-02-24 18:19:11, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 16 (2015-02-24 18:19:07, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 12 (The plants get roasted easily. The Alarming, however...doesn't. She hides within her plant half and comes away unscathed-sure, the flower burns, but quickly regenerates as the Alarming reappears. "MY BABIES!!" She cries in agony as you roast the Thorn Sitters around her. "YOU BITCH!"(Note: I forgot to add in the -3 for the Alarming, but she rolled 19. TWICE. She basically shrugged off the attack. I was amazed as you guys probably are.) Map:(Lily takes flight, flapping her wings to rise up close to the ceiling. She raises her arms and puts two fingers from each hand on the gem growing from her forehead. It flashes, and a golden beam shoots forth at the twisted mother of these creatures. "Sexy demon... BLAST!" she calls out. Anyone below her would get a quite erotic view. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 84/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Asuka's feelings twitched a little as the sexy plant girl had no real interest in her, snapping her back to reality. Whatever this creature wanted wasn't inherently obvious, but what she was going to get was a fistful of managers. She kept her force field and her shield up, moving over 2 meters forward and one to the left for a better position to shoot. The motes of energy swirled and coalesced around her hand into jagged shards, and when she had a goodly number of them, she fired them at the plant woman, hoping to tear her apart. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Roll Result: Andy rolled: 2d6, adding 10 to the total Comment: ManadartsResult: 5, 3, Total: 18An extra hit for every 3 points she's over the defense. If you want, I'm totally good with making it so that those attacks hit minions instead, but I'll leave that up to you. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide The Dice bot says Fuck You: At 2015-02-26 15:58:12, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a10 Result: 18 (plant woman's shell moved up just in time to block the many, many managers. It was clear she was starting to run out of steam, though-if the party kept up the assault, eventually something would get through. Saki suddenly feels a surge of power rush through him, as a powerful, angelic light lights him up like a Christmas tree. As if possessed by some incredible power, he moves his hands in the position of holding a bow and arrow...as one made of pure light manifest in his hands. He fires the bolt of light at the nearest Thorn Sitter...after commanding Faye to duck, which she does just in time. He fires, and strikes the Thorn Sitter, killing it in one shot. While the power flowing through Saki fades, he feels that he can summon and fire the bow whenever he made need it. Power Explanation Saki's Holy Bow is a Rank 5 Weapon, purely on Damage, and he has an additional +2 Ranged Attack. This takes up 16 of his 75 Unknown Power points, leaving him so far with 59. I also discounted the rolls-I did roll it, but somehow the Thorn Sitter dodged, so I said "fuck that" and let the reveal be awesome. If AER wishes, I will allow him to tie Defects to the Weapon, either to get more Unknown Power points or to upgrade the bow from what I've set. Homunculi is next!(( didn't pay much attention to the attempts to diplomatically converse with the plant woman, though was curious as the creature mentioned having a master. The loyal staying out of the fray as Run roasted most of the thorn sitters, hearing as the alarming reacted quite angrily to her spawn being immolated. She briefly noticed the view the succubus provided, though she ignored it mostly due to her preference for cuteness over sexy. Homunculi was briefly surprised as the human male suddenly fired an arrow of light, though she guessed there had to be some reason he was assigned to the mission. Not wanting the tactics of attrition to be left in vain, the powerful golem rushed up to the plant maiden with a punch to the gut. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2015-02-26 20:37:19, Yugishogun (UID: 42100) rolls: 2d6a8 Result: 11 (damage if it somehow manages to break reality and hit Rolls The Dice bot hates EVERYONE! I don't know what I did to piss it off! At 2015-02-26 20:42:46, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 12 (Granted, that was her last Full Defense, she's taking penalties now. The Alarming just barely manages to slip away from the golem's punch, but it's very obvious she's straining with the effort. The Alarming itself had apparently caustic spit-as she spit a stream of green liquid at the fire throwing woman! Once that was done, she took a seed from inside the flower she sat in and tossed it off to the side-it quickly unfolded in the fertile ground into a fully grown, new Thorn Sitter in a flash. At 2015-02-26 20:55:02, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a10 Result: 13 (VS. Renata is next.(Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(remained behind in the battle, he watched carefully on his foes while avoiding being 'in the way'. However, he felt also...useless. Albeit it's important job to keep fire at bay, but it can be done instantly by anyone in the group. He felt frustration that he cannot be further help.....but then he notices something odd; he sees a bow (in midair before him! Floating....waiting someone to take it, yet it looked spectral and neither his companions did see it. He reached for it....and once his hand grasped the bow he felt burning surge run through his entire body! Compared to bliss what he had felt Run earlier, but it was different, warm, pulsing, and somehow it nestled deep inside him. A arrow formed into his hand, and somehow he felt he could use the bow....so he, in sort of blissful trance said to Faye; "Duck!" As she did so he had already pulled the string on the bow and launched the arrow, which plucked into seed spitting plant and there was flash of light as arrow struck on the plant which crumbled on ground dead. Both bow and arrow from the foe disappeared from his hand as he was shocked from the event as he 'woke up' from his trance, but felt he could conjure and keep the bow in his hands if need be.Join general just make lengthier version of Angie's post in above. Also checking defects I pick two-handed (+1pts, makes sense I cannot fire bow just using one hand), Exclusive 1 (+1pts, meaning it works vs all supernatural entities but not regular Joe humans). With 2pts extra I upgrade the bow; Multidimensional (1pts), Flare 1 (1pts, affects only hit target). (moved forward, though in human form she wasn't quite sure what she was doing. Still, she could take on that one new Thorn Sitter the demon, what did they call her, an Ala rune? Birthed. Taking the amulet in her hand and observing the cats claw blades that came out, she took a deep breath and swung, hoping for the best. Attack 15Roll Result: Idled rolled: 2d6, adding 5 to the total Comment: Aya Attack Roll Result: 6, 4,Total: 15 These Thorn Sitters must really suck, as even wimpy little Aya was able to kill one in a decent swing. Part of that was that she aimed for the "easy to cut through" stalk. Faye thinks for a bit, then comes up with an idea. "Guys, hit the Thorn Sitters! They may be able to heal her or something!" Why else would she create a new one in the middle of a fight? With that, she rushes up and strikes out at the one on the left-Homunculi and Aya have the ones on the right. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Faye: At 2015-02-26 20:58:07, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a8 Result: 20 (Plant: At 2015-02-26 20:58:15, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (a CRT. And she was already using Slashing Claws, which these plants have a Bane too. She just did x4 damage and I swear I wasn't trying. That's 52 Damage. If only she could do that to the boss... The Thorn Sitters near Aya back up and fire off their poisonous seeds at her, and the one closest to Faye takes a shot at her! Attacks against Aya:At 2015-03-01 12:11:00, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a7 Result: 16 (2015-03-01 12:11:05, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a7 Result: 9 (on Faye:At 2015-03-01 12:11:47, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a7 Result: 11 (2015-03-01 12:12:18, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 13 (she dodged one!) The Thorn Sitters don't heal the Alarming, but then again, she hasn't taken damage, so who knows if Faye is correct? (Roll 1: 14 (fail)Roll Result: Idled rolled: 2d6, adding 5 to the total Comment: First Defense vs 16Result: 5, 4,Total: 14Defense Roll 2: 11 (success)Roll Result: Idled rolled: 2d6, adding 4 to the total Comment: Second Defense vs 9Result: 2, 5,Total: 11Aya wasn't completely unprepared as the thorns came at her, but was too slow to avoid one set of well-placed shots landing in her left shoulder. Crying out in pain, she fell back to the floor, which at least allowed her to dodge the second salvo. She turned a bleached white as she saw scattered drops of her blood staining the fingers where she held the wound. (5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swords"Right, kill the sitters." Run said. She aimed her sword at four of them, the blasts of fire following her direction. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2015-03-03 00:39:14, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a4 Result: 6 (attack 4At 2015-03-03 00:39:10, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a4 Result: 12 (attack 3At 2015-03-03 00:39:06, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a4 Result: 12 (attack 2At 2015-03-03 00:39:01, ShadowFox89 (UID: 26413) rolls: 2d6a4 Result: 13 (attack 1 And now there's nowhere to hide. The Alarming is all alone-but rather than being afraid, she seems consumed with rage at the ones killing her babies!(is next! (flies forward, sword materializing in her hand! She flips it around and holds it point down as she drops onto Alarming, impaling it through its head! The sudden flank attack leaves the Alarming unprepared, and she takes the full force of the blow. Screaming in pain, it's obvious that Lily's massive assault has left her on the ropes. At 2015-03-07 02:10:18, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 2d6a10 Result: 17 (should be a 12 as I interpreted Lily's attack incorrectly. That means a hit.(should be one square higher, actually. Reposting Unit Order:Run: 17Lily: 15Asuka: 13Saki: 13Homuncula: 13Alaraune: 11Aya: 9Faye: 8 Thorns: 6Asuka is next! (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062It felt like such a shame to destroy such a pretty girl, even if she was half-plant. Being evil, though, meant that there weren't as many options. Besides, the group had given her the chance, and the monster hadn't taken it. Deciding not to question the decision further, Asoka just opened up with another blast of managers.19 to hit Roll Result: Andy rolled: 2d6, adding 10 to the total Comment: Result: 6, 3, Total: 19 It's through incredible luck that some of the managers actually manage to get through. The plant woman isn't stunned at all by Lily's attack, but, the managers hit, and the plant woman has taken too much-she is now dying. "New... Master... I have failed you..." Faye, in demon form, isn't about to hear anymore. She leaps up onto the plant woman and slashes out with her claws, tearing the flower and the woman to pieces, before grabbing her head and tearing the soft, leafy plant head off, throwing it with all her strength in the middle of the room, in full view of everyone. Leaping off the plant, she walks out of the room wordlessly. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(was about ready to call in his bow again....but fight is very much over by now as plant woman was torn apart. Master? Someone conjured her up? After gruesome finish and silent departure by Faye he looks on In and says; "UMH, I think we should burn the body....seen perhaps too many movies where plant monsters over time regenerate or monsters grow out from their bodies. I have fire extinguisher ready to stop flames once it starts burn building itself." (watched as Aya dispatched one of the many thorn splitters with the sharp claw, internally angered as the plant beings dare injure the cute thing in retaliation to her strike. Unfortunately for the loyal golem, she didn't get her revenge, as the plant beings and their creator were flambéed and dismembered by the other party members. Seeking to do the next best thing, she turned over to face the latent Batgirl, spraying a healing chemical upon the wound she had received. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Once they were done, she let Faye have her fun, and let her own spells fade and flicker away." Saki, I owe you an apology." She looked over to him. "I haven't even seen a Celestial before, and it didn't think to even check you for something like that. I guess I'm not alone in that, but...that's why I had trouble." She folded her hands and bowed her head in apology. "As far as the fire, though...good idea." Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(blinked as Asoka talked and apologized him?! He replies; "Huh, what?! Celestial?! What your talking about? Do you mean the bow? I have no idea how I suddenly saw it floating there, sort of there and not there you know. Sort of transparent? I reached for it, and then it materialized....and I do not even remember ever practicing archery, but it happened as if by instinct how to aim and fire with it. Nor felt any hesitation to use it, and it felt as power cord had been injected to my body. The most tingling is gone by now....but something now remains lingering inside me. Does this make any sense?! Doesn't make anything to me very least." (was still holding a rag to her arm. The fight had finished as quickly as it had begun, and this time she hadn't changed so she witnessed the whole thing. "Thank you, Homunculi-san," she noted as the construct came to her aid. Then she heard Asoka. "Celestial? Is that like an angel or the like?" Aya had seen a lot. Apparently she Haddon lot. But this seemed to strain her belief all over again. (5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swords"Yes, like an angel." Run said. She approached the corpse of the plant-woman and raised a hand up. A spray of flame shot outwards from her palm, not stopping even as she spoke. It seemed Run intended to burn the remains until all that was left was ash. "The opposite of Faye or Lily. I'd suggest you two be cautious with the idea of having sex with him. I'm not sure how his seed could affect your bodies, which are so infused with demonic energies." She didn't put any thought to what that would mean for her. The Preeti, sure, was an evil spirit. But it wasn't a demonic one. Satisfied that the ashes were sufficiently crisped, Run stopped the gout of flames. "So, what next? Go back and tell the boss the job is done?" (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062"There's a book Shards of the Divine in the library that I always meant to get to but never did. Saki, I'm almost certain that it's celestial but can't be completely certain. You'll just have to read it and see if it strikes a chord in your heart." She picked up the fire extinguisher, making sure the fire didn't spread too far. "Personally, I hope to have a little time to get some more practice before the next mission. I have a few more ideas, but I prefer to test in a safe environment before trying things out in the field." Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(looked at Run perplexed manner, and he asks; "There has been problems between, ERM, fire spirit imbued people interacting with water or ice spirit imbued people?" Before Saki gets answer to that Asoka takes the fire extinguisher and deals with flames Run has caused so they do not burn the cellar floor, and he listens what she says, and he replies; "Okay, I check it out. But if I got celestial ancestor, what it overall means? Will I start attend in classes which are directed to those touched by celestial entities?" (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062"I'd have to actually read the book in detail, but from what I remember of how it was explained to me," Asoka did her best to manage, "the divinity is a sort of sentience beyond time and space, unknowable power and not that dissimilar to the concept of karma and ultimate justice. Celestial beings are a sort of balance to the universe, created for a particular purpose. For example, you have the power of a bow, and obviously you're supposed to slay evil things with it. That toys with free will a bit, which is what more infernal beings prefer, but unattested free will, can also create chaos and a lack of any sorts of justice. If that happened, civilization would fall apart." She looked at Saki, not sure how much sense that made to him. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(blinks his mismatched colored eyes as they look on Asoka as most her words just go in other ear and exit through other ear, at least his expression shows as he replies; "Uhm, I kind of sucked at religion and occult classes in high school. But I understand karma is sort of law that if you do good things to others, good things reflect and when doing bad things, then bad things in the future. So celestial beings are sort of scale but why infernal beings would like me shooting with arrows on bad guys? But I do know that anarchy would end any society or organization what exist in said civilization. But how common these celestial beings interact with mortals? I am sure neither of my parent is one unless there is celestial who can do 24/7 three shift work for years." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Ultimately, Asoka just had to shrug. "I never read the book," she admitted. "Although, I wouldn't mind taking a closer look at your bow if you wouldn't object. I'm starting to think that we need a good melee fighter who doesn't have to worry as much about being badly beaten up, so I might look into what they used to call a Stand, sort of quasi-conjuration that can soak up a lot of the hits on everyone's behalf." (raised an eyebrow. "I think that you're right on finding someone good at hand to hand, Arkansan, though It seems a bit heartless to call someone up for the express purpose of absorbing damage. So are we going back now? I have to admit I'm a bit curious about testing out your magical link with my other self." Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(listens Asoka, and he replies to her; "I can let you study the bow, but can't really pass it as it instantly vanishes if I let go off from it. This much I feel I know how I can conjure it up and how it vanishes." As Aya spoke he replied; "True, but as we saw we faced foe who was pretty elusive to hit with ranged attacks. So either improve accuracy with them or find someone who is willing to get close combat and be good at it. Then one of us go get close and get hurt in process. Anyway I agree we should get going.... I remember there is one portal nearby back to our dorm." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062"It wouldn't be an actual person, Aya. It's more like...a shard of my consciousness, following my instructions. I may not do it, though. I need to play with the idea." She gives Saki a simple nod. Unless Angelo has more that he wants them to do, she'd be happy to head back to their private sanctuary for a bit. Quote from: ShadowFox89 on 08-03-2015, 22:34:43(5Mind: 4Soul: 7160ptsHealth Level: 60Popularity: 55Energy Points: 55Shock Value: 12Popularity Shock: 12Attack Combat Value: 5 or 9 w/swords Social Attack Value:Defense Combat Value: 7Social Defense Value:Damage Multiplier: 5 or 8 w/swords "Yes, like an angel." Run said. She approached the corpse of the plant-woman and raised a hand up. A spray of flame shot outwards from her palm, not stopping even as she spoke. It seemed Run intended to burn the remains until all that was left was ash. "The opposite of Faye or Lily. I'd suggest you two be cautious with the idea of having sex with him. I'm not sure how his seed could affect your bodies, which are so infused with demonic energies." She didn't put any thought to what that would mean for her. The Preeti, sure, was an evil spirit. But it wasn't a demonic one. Satisfied that the ashes were sufficiently crisped, Run stopped the gout of flames. "So, what next? Go back and tell the boss the job is done?"(stirs the ashes with the point of her sword. "Sometimes there's a talisman or seed left behind when a monster goes up, that can be a clue" she explains. "She didn't just come from nowhere." At Run's advice, she says "So Faye and I should just have sex with each other!" cheerfully, her sword vanishing with a wave of her hand." Celestial stuff tends to be a lot more vague... a demon will come and seduce you or make a deal with you in person, but the holy stuff is usually visions or divine inspiration instead of personal visits. Virgin births too..." she says, drawing on what little she knows about the subject. "The regular world is in the middle, the celestial one is on 'top' and the demon one is 'below.' It's easier to go 'down' than 'up,' metaphysically." Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(listens Lily's ideas about the celestial origins or overall what's difference of demon realm vs celestial realm. He replies; "Well, that's western idea of divinity of celestial realm. In Japan, you may end up drinking contest with a Kai, a divine spirit in a bar. At least according ancient tales the divine entities in Japan were more interactive with mortals and also there are lot animal shape-shifters which some were agents of Kai or overtime grew to become Kai's. Nine tailed mistune one extreme examples." (Skipping us ahead a little)The party recounts the tale faithfully, and Angelo listens with rapt attention. At the end of it, he leans back in his seat and thinks for a moment. "The Alarming had a master...this is troubling." He says, placing his hand on his chin. "It could have simply been an experiment that got out of control, or something more sinister..." He shakes his head. "I don't like thinking we've been infiltrated by something that wants to destroy us. But why would the Alarming be forbidden from going into the sun? This doesn't add up." He shakes his head again. "Forgive me. This the foolish musings of an overly cautious man. Regardless, you've done well and shown remarkable initiative. You've earned yourself a few days of rest." His attention turns to Saki-as much as it can be turned, considering the video screens being used. "So you've discovered the origins of your powers. Likely Celestial. However, we do not know how deep the Celestial blood runs. So far, all you've shown is a spiritual bow. It could be possible that after many generations of the power's introduction into your ancestry, it is now weak and has little to offer. Regardless, now that you know some of what you can do, you can develop yourself. Celestials have a place here at Jinzuuruki, it's just that the bloody Vatican tends to pick them up before we can. Celestial bodies are well known for being...well, jerks, but you have the blessing-or perhaps the curse-of free will. It's up to you to decide how to use your power, just like every other student." He nods. "Our time runs short, my friends. I will likely not contact you for a while. A few days at least. Be well." With that, the call is terminated. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(listens as Angelo speaks, and he is also curious why Alkane was forbidden going to sun (after all she's a plant and doesn't plant like sunlight?). Then discussion went to his heritage, but before Saki could ask questions Angelo cut off, and he says; "Angeles why...darn, he cut off. Do any of you folks have idea why Vatican has interest in celestial bodied people? Do they train them or something? Anyway not much comforting to know my celestial ancestor, if any, belongs tojerkcategory. Anycase I go quick visit on library and get the book you mentioned Asoka, you can later on inspect my bow and see do you see something in it to figure out more about it." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Asuka had a number of working hypotheses on the sunlight, but nothing that was worth throwing out as a possibility. After all, having too many random ideas out there was only going to muddy the waters when they did get more clues. It was better to leave an open mind and be ready to learn what they could when they had more data. Saki's questions, however, were easier to answer. "From a neutral perspective, Saki, I wouldn't really say jerks. Think of it as order and chaos, like I said. To a being of chaos, a being of order is stuffy and full of itself. To a being of order, beings of chaos are haphazard and prone to foolishness." She met his gaze in an attempt to comfort him. "Now, the Vatican is one of the more organized groups for celestials. It would be best to compare it to a grand design, a machine in which you would become one of its gears. They could help you reach your full potential, but at the cost of any sort of choice in the way you live your life. In effect, they'd know exactly what you should do and would get you to do it." A gentle shrug made her shoulders and hair bounce. "As I know you, it's not really your type of life. Fire elementals find water elementals as unbearable as water elementals find fire elementals, but both are necessary. Don't hate yourself or feel you need to change who you are for our sake." (her part, Aya was quietly examining the mirror. After Saki had concluded his questions, it was her turn. "So, Arkansan. Um... Exactly how does this communication portal work? Do I just look in and call her? Or is it something a little more complicated?" Though her tone was soft and subdued, she was in fact quite interested in meeting her other self, not to mention the general processes that made the interaction possible. Or the mechanisms that made it necessary. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(listens Asoka's comforting effort, and he smiles little and replies; "Yeah, I am not up to that orderly lifestyle. I go fetch the book now, help Aya communicate with her feline side." With that said he goes to the general portal seal, placing palm on it and then with flash he was gone. Saki is slowly to get used to all weird stuff happening to his life now but even still he was rather shocked to all wondrous things supernatural life is throwing on his way. Including his relationship with the girls in his dorm. He's heading straight to library to loan the book Asoka talked about. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 82/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Aya had already proven herself quite adept at picking up magical theory, and Asoka decided it was best to explain as much as she could have the process. "Well," she said, "it's basically dependent on a few different magical laws, which I'll explain." A sparkling marker of energy appeared in her hand, and she used it to write upon the air, writing out eldritch script for Aya to pick up on. "First," she explained, "is the Law of Synergy and Contagion. It's a very basic one but also very important, as so much of magic is built up upon this concept. Like produces like. As above, so below." She drew two wavy lines, one on top of the other, the mathematical symbol for approximately equal.("Novice witches who want to be able to fly without the aid of enchanted brooms often carry a single feather around with them. A feather is inherently attached to flight, because birds use their feathers to fly. If you know what you're doing, you can create an object that's tied to an inherent idea or principle, but many everyday objects already have those interconnections." She gestured to the mirror. "With mirrors, that connection is sight, especially eye contact. I effectively captured the eye contact of your feline self, then snapped the mirror shut. So long as the next thing that the mirror sees is your human self, it will bounce a connection between the two, and enable you to communicate with your feline self." Exactly how she did it is a whole different problem, but Aya needed to understand the principles first if she wanted to learn magic. "So long as you don't leave it open too long without looking into it, all you need to do is make periodic eye contact. Other aspects of the spell will enable vocalization; you two will be able to talk even though glass doesn't normally transmit sound. I connected that through the primary sense of sight, but it's a bit more complex than I can easily explain. From your feline perspective, she shouldn't realize she's trapped and should just think that she's being captivated by the pretty mirror, unless - of course - you leave it open too long without paying any attention to her." Asuka gently shrugged. "Even if that happens, though, I'll just have to catch her attention again. If she ends up being interested in talking to you, I can even let her have the mirror on the other side." When Saki started out, Asoka also requested, "Oh, can you check to see if they have The Sun Dances? I think they had a bit about interaction between Sun and Plant in there, but I haven't read it since I was a kid." Faye had sort of retreated into herself-she was sitting on the edge of the group and wasn't very talkative. She had returned to human form, complete with clothing. When Saki offered to go to the library, she also spoke up. "I hate to be a bother, but could you also see if there's a 'Principals of Dimensional Travel' in stock? I'd... I'd like to learn how to go between this world and, well, home. Dawn and Mom know how, I...well, I don't wanna fall behind." Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(watches both Asoka and Faye directly as they talked, as he can memorize visual data like photograph into his mind so he can remember names of the books as he watches their lips move and form the names. Once he had taken all requests in he nods and replies; "Okay, I will return in flash then." With that he touches the glyph and like the time he saw Asoka use it when they returned (remember her simple instructions) he concentrated visualize location where he wanted to go, and he had memorized every dot in the map Angelo had shown about teleport locations. So thus he flares in bluish light and vanished into thin air and similar fashion appears inside one library private rooms and enters library itself....looking for librarian as she no doubt knows exactly where the books are. Quicker anyway but he needs start eventually learn find the books himself. (nodded as Asoka explained. "That seems logical enough." At least as far as the concept of magic could be related to the concept of logic. But even if she still had a bit of trouble believing it, between the transformations and the power flashes and walking plants and people with multiple sets of genitals, she couldn't doubt the evidence that her own eyes presented. She was here, and magic was real. And she was right in the thick of things. So she gave another quick glance to Asoka and noted, "Here goes." And then she opened the mirror. Aya didn't know what to expect. But she did think things would be more flashy with colors and lights and sounds. But instead the mirror just opened and there she was. The other Aya did share similarities with the one on this side of the mirror. They had the same clothes, the same hair, and the same body type more or less. But the differences were equally unmistakable - the ears and tail set them apart of course, but so did the eyes - Cat Aya's yellow feline orbs struck an astonishing contrast. If there was one thing the Aya on this side of the mirror knew for sure, it was that eye contact was not going to be a problem by any stretch of the imagination. Verbal communication on the other hand, that wasn't so easy in coming." You..." one Aya started from behind the mirror"You..." answered the other almost simultaneously. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 81/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Although Asoka kept an eye on Aya, it wasn't a close observation. No doubt Aya would want people to be there, ready to help her if at all possible, but certainly not staring. Discretion and privacy had a sort of thin line, but Asoka did her best to walk it. Instead, she looked over to Faye, turning her attention so that Faye could now see the illusory blackboard. "The same principles apply to the worlds," Asoka explained. "You're innately connected to... Infernis, I think is the word? Just as you're connected to this world. The trick to connecting between them is by strengthening that connection, reaching out and..." Asuka reached out with her hands, forming an illusory portal, but her confidence was waning. It wasn't something she'd mastered herself, although she understood the fundamentals. Still, if it made sense to Faye, no doubt she'd be able to extrapolate, being a being of two worlds. Asoka herself was only native to Earth, so flitting from one world to the next wasn't exactly easy." Of course, you probably won't want to do it from here," she added. "This plane isn't really connected to either Earth or Infernos, so you'll want one that can easily stop at either one, if you want to practice a portal between." "Actually I'm from Ba lax." Faye said. "Kind of offshoot of Infernos, really. It's, uh, a little easier to get to Ba lax, actually, because Ba lax is kind of, well..." She was blushing bright red. "It's a realm built out of sex fantasies." She finally said, her head dropping in...shame? Embarrassment? Whatever the reason, she didn't like talking about it. Still, Asoka's words about how dimensional portaging worked still applied. Down in the library, Saki runs into Sakura, who is happy to assist him in finding the books he's looking for. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(bows and says to Sikorsky; "Hello Sakorako-San, I need several books loaned. Some for myself and some for other students in my dorm." Using his mental photographic memory he lists the books he wants. While Sikorsky looked for the books and Saki came along he asks; "Is there, ERM, a practice area for using supernatural powers in the school? Sort of shooting range?" (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 81/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Letting the illusion fade, Asoka gave a simple nod. "That explains it," she said, and attempted to put a hand on Faye's shoulder for reassurance. Asuka did her absolute best to make sure that her words didn't come off as judgmental, only sympathetic. No doubt her relatives gave her a hard enough time as it was. "If you don't feel comfortable with that aspect of yourself, it makes it a lot harder to reach out to that connection. Now, I can cheat for you, and create something that can connect in between, but that'd be different from letting you do so yourself. Probably a dagger or marker like I mentioned before. Would you want me to help you with that?" Sakura nods. "Several, actually. Here." She hands Saki a small book that contains several detailed maps of the school. "It's free." She says, indicating a sign that boldly proclaims "School maps free to all students and faculty". She checks out the books to Saki, pointing out another sign on the desk that states that books are loaned for three weeks and students may renew twice. Faye shakes her head. "It's not that... I'm not ashamed that I come from Ba lax, it's, well...harder to explain..." It really wasn't harder to explain, Faye just didn't want to say it. Perhaps getting her alone would help? Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(takes the books and the mini maps for the school, and he saw the signs. He nods and smiles to Sakura and says to her; "Thank you Sakura-san, your been great help." Then Saki moves back towards the hidden glyph portal which leads to his extradimensional dorms. Balancing the bile of books in his lap as he does so and if nothing peculiar occurs he touches the glyph with elbow and focuses and with flash vanishes and appears back to the main room in the dorm. (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 81/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062Although Asoka figured she might have been too vague in her attempts to explain, that wasn't entirely important. Truth be told, if Faye wanted to put things into her own words, it was probably for the best." Aya," she said with a glance over, "if you need me, just yell and I'll come running." Wrapping an arm around Faye, she guided her over to Asoka's private room. A few alchemical experiments were running, but though one might expect the room to stink of sulfur and guano, the soft hint of vanilla actually permeated. (stood there silently staring at her other self in the mirror. She had so many questions and yet found herself lacking any capacity whatsoever to put those questions into actual words. As far as she could figure, Cathay had precisely the same problem. She decided to start off with something simple." Um... who exactly are you?" In a startling departure from her behavior to date, Aya's cat self in the mirror took something of a dignified demeanor and tone in her response. Perhaps she thought that the meeting required something a little more formal than usual. "I am known to sons and daughters of men as Aya Basket. I am the Kitty Spirit who protects the Upper Nile. And you are?"" Um... I'm Aya too. I mean a different Aya. My last name's Pasturage.... Umm... I don't want to be rude, but I always thought that Bast was the Cat Goddess in Egyptian theology..."" She is the Feline Spirit that protects the whole of Hemet, Upper and Lower, up through the Levant, west to the Libyan Desert, and down to the first cataract. She is my superior, Amato. Something also like my mother and yet not..."" Oh..." Aya responded quietly. She did recall some literature on the subject of the role of subordinate deities in Egyptian theology. She also recalled that in this particular conversation, she wasn'the better informed participant in the conversation. The cat-goddess continued. "You bear the Sen Kan Tu Aya Basket, Amato." It wasn't a question, and yet it implied one." Oh, yes..." human Aya fiddled with the amulet, which reflexively caused feline Aya to do so as well. "My parents gave it to me. They're archaeologists, and they found it on an excavation near Abu..." It was about then her voiced trailed off as she realized that what she might call archaeology might be called grave-digging or tomb-raiding by her opposite number. Fortunately, if she did, she shrugged it off. "So you have the amulet. This is as it should be. We are as two whiskers." Human Aya breathed a big sigh of relief but perhaps too soon, as Cat Aya followed up before she could inhale. "One question, though."" Umm...."" Why is it you wear so many clothes, Amato?"" Umm...?"" Though you are now not acting or doing, you are still wearing many clothes. And every time I come to you, you wear many clothes."" Umm...?"" Do you not wish to remove them so that you can lie with the boy with dark hair, or the large woman with the soft grip, or the blonde one who creates pretty pretties, or the many others with whom you fight alongside?"" Umm... it's not so easy..."" Why not? The boy with the dark hair was more than willing, as was the large woman. The others too... all of them have such interest save perhaps the succubus in hiding. And you. Why do you not wish to lie with them?" The goddess seemed genuinely perplexed." I um... you... there... it's complicated and..."" It is good to lie with others and enjoy the flesh. You should do so with many. You are comely and fair. Your body is ripe. Your heart silently cries with desire. Your soul aches for a joining. Only your mind holds you back. Why is that Amato?"" Um... er... I have to go now. It was nice talking to you. Bye!" Aya quickly snapped the mirror shut and collapsed on the floor. Talking with her other self was enlightening, but it was also exhausting. And a little bit frightening. But she knew at some point she would have to do it again. Perhaps by then she'd have some sort of logical explanation for the cat. Or maybe, a little piece of herself, perhaps the one most linked to Aya One...er... Bastet, actually thought the goddess might have a point. ("Not a problem, Katsuragi-Chan." Homunculi simply replied, patting the small girl gently upon her soft head. After the group was done discussing the interracial intercourse of a celestial and a demon, she followed them back to their main base to report their mission to the proper authorities. After Angelo stating they were probably not to be contacted for a few days, she turned in mistress's direction, Seeing as she was occupied with Bayesian, the orderless golem made her way to what she felt was the cutest being in the area. By the time Homunculi reached the latent Batgirl, she had finished speaking with her counterpart, looking notably flustered. "Hello, Katsuragi-Chan." She stated. Faye certainly appreciated the smell of vanilla, it was pleasant, and she preferred it to a lot of other smells. Still, she was blushing and shy around Asoka...but when the door closed, she started sobbing uncontrollably. "I hate being a shape-shifter..." She said, holding herself and shaking. "People say, 'hey Faye, turn your hair blue!'" Her words accompanied by her hair actually turning blue. "'Hey Faye, grow a cup size, if you dare!'" Another shifting. "Nobody cares about me! Nobody cares about Faye, they all care about the shapeshifting and how they can make me look like something else-what about me?!" She demands, staring at Asoka as tears streamed down her face. She held the gaze for a few seconds before her legs gave out, and she curled up in a ball on the floor. "What about me..." (ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 81/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062With everything in her, Asoka had to avoid any attempts to really stop and think about the repercussions. She couldn't help but like the blue hair and the larger cup size, and hopefully Faye wouldn't notice the sudden rush of lust in Asoka's heart. However, at the moment, none of that was important. Picking up Faye, Asoka brought them both over to the bed, so that Faye could lay quietly in a more comfortable place than just her floor. Asoka then wrapped her arms tight around Faye, just holding her as friends and letting Faye get all her tears out. There wasn't a lot she could say and very little she could do to help, and she didn't really try. The best thing to do was to just hold Faye and nonverbally remind her that she did have friends. (was so caught up in thought that when Homunculi spoke to her, she almost dropped the mirror. Which would have been unfortunate, given all Asoka had gone through to set things up in the first place. "Oh. Um... Hi Homunculi-san. I was just, well, you know... communicating with my other self. She's..." Aya struggled for the right word. "... interesting." That was one way to put it. She could almost still hear her cat-self's words:Do you not wish to lie with... the large woman with the dark grip? Aya did her best to cast that aside. "Umm... how about you. What have you been up to?" Come to think of it, she didn't really know what Homunculi did or didn't do when Asoka wasn't around to give her orders. Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(appears to the dorms...but Asoka nor Faye was around in main room. Just Aya and Homunculi, he speaks; "UMH, where is Faye and Asoka?" Once told they went to some private times to one the rooms Saki nods and place the books on the main room table which both girls had asked for, and he says; "Well, I go read on my books at my room. Mention Asoka when she pass by that her and Faye's books are here." Without further delays he goes to his room and read about the book which Asoka recommended studying about supernatural creatures and the other more specific book;Shards of the Divine.IOC: Sorry if bit skipped there you Yuri, but I have sort specific scene in mind which occurs after Saki reads bit. But GM feel free to reveal what Saki learns by studying the two books (so others also know any 'supernatural Wikipedia' knowledge. ("Umm... I think they went to Asoka's room to work on some magic for Faye." Great. Now both of them were here. This wasn't awkward. Well, it wasn't awkward for them. Aya on the other hand was feeling a little nervous right about now. (watched as the other girl almost dropped the compact mirror after she greeted her, would have having caught it with her great speed if it had left her grip. The "hovering" golem would have referred to Miss Pasturage's other half as adorable, but even she could guess that two different personalities clash commonly. "Nothing. My mistress has not relayed me any orders in the past half hour." She replied as if it were a simple fact. Homunculi felt an odd emotion as Saki interrupted them briefly, unsure if it was anger or pure impatience. "Would you like to do anything?" She asked the shorter female, having never been taught to properly flirt. ("Um... well... sure... We could eat or something..." Aya's skill at flirtation was actually probably somewhere at a levelbelowthat of the construct. Of course then she realized something else. "Um... Homunculi-san...do you eat?" (listened as the shorter girl replied to her, not really telling how bad she was at flirting due to her own nonexistent levels of skill with such a social construct. "My diet is made up of nutritional supplements. Do you suggest any particular meal, Katsuragi-Chan?" The neutral golem queried the mostly human female. Quite honestly, she had a lot to catch up on about the outside world, her knowledge limited to manners, combat, housework, and sexual techniques. ("Um... I think there's a ramen shop down the street. It's cheap and fairly good I guess..." Aya blinked and thought for a moment. Was this a date? And what about the young man with them? "Um... Pakistan? Are you coming too?" Panama Saki(#msg10862973)(was busy in reading book in the room which he had chosen to be his, as Aya peeks through the door and asks does he want to come for ramen he replies; "Oh, well I thought I take shower soon after I read bit. But if it's not too much ask bring me some miss ramen, if pick up is possible." ("That sounds like a viable option." Homunculi replied after listening to the shorter girl's suggestion. The curious golem had obviously not tried many types of food, so she was curious what ramen actually was. After their solitude was secured, she held out her hand to Aya, ready to be led in the right direction. Quote from: Andy on 16-03-2015, 00:29:45(ToyamatoHP: 60/60 EP: 81/90SP: 80/80Divine Relationship: 3/3#msg10898062With everything in her, Asoka had to avoid any attempts to really stop and think about the repercussions. She couldn't help but like the blue hair and the larger cup size, and hopefully Faye wouldn't notice the sudden rush of lust in Asoka's heart. However, at the moment, none of that was important. Picking up Faye, Asoka brought them both over to the bed, so that Faye could lay quietly in a more comfortable place than just her floor. Asoka then wrapped her arms tight around Faye, just holding her as friends and letting Faye get all her tears out. There wasn't a lot she could say and very little she could do to help, and she didn't really try. The best thing to do was to just hold Faye and nonverbally remind her that she did have friends.(had come by to resume what she'd started with Asoka earlier when this awkward moment came up. She moved up to their sides and put a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders, giving them a warm (quite warm) squeeze. ("All right, Pakistan," promised the quiet white-haired girl. With that, she took Homunculi's hand and soon enough they had located a small ramen place. She ordered a basic show ramen for the construct and, following what should have been an explicable craving, and yet was not, a seafood combination ramen for herself." All right, you take one spoonful of the broth for flavor, and then you start on the noodles. It is important that you slurp them..." She went tasting her own in order to demonstrate. (enjoyed the tug of the shorter girl's hand, the comparative difference between their strengths making the action cute as she led her along. Once they made their way to the small ramen place, the attracted golem took to close seat to Aya, letting her do the ordering due to her limited knowledge of the "cuisine". She then mimicked her "teacher" as she displayed the proper actions to dine on such a meal, a light smile forming on her face after she slurped up a noodle. "Thank you, Katsuragi-Chan." Homunculi said before continuing professionally in eating her ramen.

Jinzuuriki University-School of Supernatural Missions Thread|rating:3.0

Conquest of Dogs (Quezvax + Spectral)

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(She Average: 35Sex: Female Race: human (?) Attributes: Wavy auburn hair, eyes dark brown and mysterious as the night. Pale skin with a lovely moonlight glow. 5'7 and 130lbsThings to note: Graceful and calm headed, wise beyond her years and kind-hearted beyond what could ever be expected of a person. Utterly selfless. (Azariah Average: 25 Sex: female Race: human (?) Attributes: Red hair like fire, eyes gray as a storm and skin pale as cream. 5’3 and 110lbs. Things to note: Fast temper, stubborn and determined. Never gives up. Can be bull-headed at times and act before thinking.(Elena Average: 20Sex: Female Race: Human(?) Attributes: Brown hair, darkest of the sister’s; chocolate like. Eyes stormy like her sister Azariah but more fierce and skin peachy with a youthful rosy glow. 5'5 and 105lbs (slender/lithe)Things to note: Quiet and often times shy seeming, but her gaze can often be an intense one as she reads those she gazes at. Biography: To come as the story progresses. (walked the forest as she did every day until the fall of evening. There was a foretelling, but the message was never clear. It was more like a sense, a knowing and out of this she as her sisters had a purpose. With purpose and meaning, Azariah had devoted herself to walk the forest their home resided among every day. The forest that once rested at the breast of a kingdom, a kingdom now long fallen. This place was an enchanted place, and it was a forest that was not always there. It was a place that showed itself to the chosen but yet it was still there, as it wasn’t. Did it truly exist? Well the plants and animals within it were surely real as were the three sisters who lived below the canopy trees. It was as real as any forest but different. This day, it was a different day as Azariah could sense. Something changed, shifted and the creatures that sang an everyday melody were silent. Today was the day then, the day of the foretelling. They were here, they have been here but something dark and ominous threatened them. Whatever powers it was, did not want them to leave the forest alive. Thus, there was urgency and Azariah found herself seeking, hunting until she found them. Men, once great and mighty men now broken and defeatedbutthe war hasn’t been lost as it is not over. Shehopedthey have not been lost either. The forest as it had been warm and decorated with rays of sunlight shifted with the urgency and change. Those sensitive to magic would be able to notice and for others it was just like a mere – minute shadow. Azariah could feel the festering evil as it lingered as it tried to push past the magical barriers the forest itself forged; here there was ancient and old magic, strong magic but even then it wavered against this evil. There was a taste in the air, one that she knew well enough. It was like the sour essence of rotting and death, a sickness… it was an illness she and her sisters have suffered and survived before thus giving them an immunity, but she’d never forget the foul scent of it. It made her heart race with panic, it meant that the sickness had found them. Their King. She must hurry now through the forest using powers beyond the norm to guide her. She prayed silently to whatever God of mercy would listen, begging to allow her to find them, and she did, she finally did. The ragtag group she came upon – she was barely prepared to greet them. Instinct wanted her to bow but yet she had to remain oblivious to who they were. Reminding herself that she had to treat them like strangers. So, she hesitated once she discovered them. They were strangers, she had to pretend as though she did not know who they were, but she knew, she knew so well. Her King and his Knights; tales so foully telling of their treachery yet all of which wasn’t true. She knew, her sisters knew the truth. It was saddening, it weighed heavily on her and her sisters' broken hearts. Caution led her to step carefully, like a startled little deer who came upon a pack of wolves. Wolves that were sick. She moved like a ghost among the forest, pale but with such fiery and untamed hair and a dress green as the canopy above them. About her, she had the essence of a wildling, but she was civil and socially graceful, not like a savage of the woods. Gray eyes, dark like a storm watched them closely as she kept her distance. Though it is true she might know them, were they still who they were? Time has passed and defeat can often change a man. She was careful as she neared but only came so close before hesitating. There was truth that if she did not help them, they could all die. The illness was deadly, and it was rare for someone to survive it without proper means; means that she and her sisters could easily provide. Could they even harm her now? They were weak and as far as she could see they had little supplies visible. Broken men.and it made her heart sink. They must rise she thought to herself as she played the scared fool who merely stumbled upon them. Time was not on their side as she evaluated the situation and contemplated what to say. These were once proud men, would they even accept help from a stranger after all they have suffered? She would try, and she would not give up.“There is a storm coming.” She said as she finally spoke, and it was true as in the distance there were darkening clouds drawing slowly near. “It will be cold and wet.” Her eyes darted around and she shook her head. “You have no shelter. You must come with me… you are all sick and the storm will not be kind to you.” Granted in these times' generosity came with a price, even if she and her sisters did not have one Azariah had to play like there was one. Little did she know how she possibly appeared to them, or what they knew and how they have been treated by those who did know them. It was best right now that she played stupid, but she acted weary as they outnumbered her. “Come with me and I will grant you shelter.” Joseph Kenner Age: 42Height: 6'1"Hair: Dark brown, streaked with gray Eyes: Dark Blue Flaw: Farsighted. Needs spectacles to read. Weapon: GreatswordArmor: Chainmailcould hardly call himself ‘King’ these days. He discouraged his few remaining loyal followers from doing so. He was grateful for the company, but his gut told him they felt the same as he did. Their legacy had been shattered. Their reputations had been ruined. Everything they had worked to build had been destroyed or was, at best, left in a state of shambles. Pride alone prevented them from digging their own graves and crawling inside, seeking the respite that death, hopefully, would offer. Pride… it was such a stubborn thing. They knew not what they marched toward. They weren’t fleeing. Furthermore, they made no move to cover their tracks, and whatever force was responsible for their downfall could have caught up to them months ago. His longest companion, Sir Gregory Allister Age: 35Height: 5'10"Hair: Gray Eyes: Brown Flaw: Prematurely Aged Weapon: Mace Armor: Breastplate, Shield, was seven years Joseph’s junior, but looked half again as old. The man’s talent was healing battlefield wounds, but the cost was great. Every time he used his gift, he aged a little more. Gregory never lamented this, however. He reasoned that, as many times as he’d saved the life of a companion, it would amount to far more than the mortal years he’d spent like spiritual currency. He was quiet most of the time, his demeanor matching his apparent age. Each member of the entourage owed him their life at some point. Prior to their downfall, young Paul Foliage: 20Height: 5'8"Hair: Blonde Eyes: Light Blue Flaw: Naive Weapon: LongswordArmor: Chain shirt had shown the enthusiasm one might expect of youth. Now he seemed quiet and uncertain, but not once did he consider leaving his lord’s side. He’d been brought into the fold a mere year ago, but it was more than the boy could have ever expected to garner from his humble beginnings. His magical talent did nothing to help them when the darkening, came, however. He’d mentioned something about the forest they were entering being enchanted, but he couldn’t place precisely how. He had begun to doubt his own skills and knowledge, though he didn’t doubt he would fall with his companions. They were all he had left. If it could be said that any of them had been ‘least’ affected, it was Alex Onstage: 31Height: 6'0"Hair: Brown Eyes: Deep Green Flaw: Hard of hearing Weapon: Bastard Sword Armor: Full Plate, Tower Shield. The knight had always been best known for his prowess in combat and ability to shrug off blows that would fell even Joseph. He was the rock of the group, though his zest for battle had faded. He had hardly spoken a word in the past year. Furthermore, he was always on point, though. Furthermore, he followed the direction of his former king without hesitation or complaint. SirKen Spear Age: 27Height: 5'9"Hair: Red-brown Eyes: Brown Flaw: Slight limp, cannot run Weapon: Longbow, ShortswordArmor: Studded Leather had always had a rather active sense of humor, but it had turned to sarcasm as their situation had grown darker. He didn’t crack as many jokes, knowing it didn’t help the atmosphere of the group. He kept his bow slung over one shoulder, his quiver over the other. His eyes were ever vigilant, though his face bore a slight scowl. He hated what they were going through. It wasn’t fair to anyone, least of all Joseph. They had done nothing to earn such a fate. All of them continued to stand, continued to trudge through lands that did not want them, because of pride. They had scarcely noticed the sickness that infected the group. They figured it to be yet another symptom of their melancholy. When the girl appeared before them, Sir Spear had his bow in hand and an arrow notched. Joseph was quick to put his arm out, his finger pointed down. He knew his companion would always react as such to an unexpected individual. It was part of the reason their campaigns had always been so successful through their careers. Spear lowered his bow, though his eyes were still narrowed on the maiden. Paul spoke up, “Why do you-” but he was silenced by the king’s same arm shifting, holding up a finger to silence him.”We will gladly accept your hospitality,” Joseph replied, lowering his arm. He had little reason to trust, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt. They would all be on their guard. They had to be. Azariah felt a tension in her chest when she stared at the tip of an arrow pointed her way. There was risk involved in approaching such men, as they could not trust her after everything they have suffered this far. It was frightening, but she stood her ground with a purpose. She had no idea what they might do to her, yes they were once great men and honorable, but she wasn’t a fool not to take caution. She gauged them too as they met and Joseph intervened. They undoubtedly looked like a defeated group, and she measured them silently. Each one showing it differently among their faces and through their bodies. Young men looking old and older men looking ten times that. Nonetheless it didn’t change how she felt, nor would it change her sisters either. They were still good men and they needed them. There was still hope, they just needed to find it, and they deserved whatever hospitality she and her sisters could give them. She glanced at Paul who begun to speak but was silenced by his King and Azariah nodded her head slowly. Relieved he agreed to accept the offer, she allowed that relief to ease tension, and it showed as her shoulders lowered in the slightest degree. “Then follow me, perhaps we’ll make it before the rain comes.” Azariah lifted her dress, glancing between each of them before turning her back to them. If these were any other men, it would be unwise of her to turn her back or lead them to her home. With just her sisters and herself they could easily be outnumbered and overtaken. But these weren’t just any men, and it was hard to pretend that they could be. It was hard to pretend not to know them, would they even believe her if she knelt then? She was certain they might think it is a joke or mockery as no one has bowed to this King since the fall. The elements weren’t on their side either, as if whatever powers be now the King and his men were being helped the rains came. The canopy trees shifted and moaned with wind high above as the clouds came in. Sunlight diminished as the clouds darkened and then unrelentingly poured. The trees did provide some relief from the heavy rain, but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to be soaked. Azariah had no complaint as the rain fell, the darkening of the day making her skin seem paler and her hair more vibrant. Her dress got a little heavier as it got wet, but it barely slowed her down. She’d only stop if the distance between them grew to great, and she kept her distance enough, so there wouldn’t be a chance for conversation. She tried to stay quiet in fact and if anyone did try to speak to her, her answers would be basic and short-lived. Now wasn’t the time to speak not as it rained on them. It grew darker with the storm it made the coming evening like night, but it wasn’t much further now. Azariah grateful for that as her dress was heavy around the bottom with mud and her boots soaked through. “There.” She called out and pointed through an opening of trees. The area cleared out into a small meadow where the house sat. Azariah picked up her pace, through the grass she skipped until she was up the steps to the deck around the front of the house. “She!” She hollered for her sister while she ungracefully pulled off her muddy boots. “She!!” Azariah stumbled nearly falling backward as she got her other boot off and the door opened.“Azariah? What is it…” She stood in the doorway with warm light basking her in an almost angelic glow. There was a fire roaring in the hearth and smoke billowing up toward the sky outside. The home had an essence of inviting. “Gods” She exclaimed, catching her sister’s glance in warning. “You.are all soaked. Hurry up now come out of the rain, come inside… shoes off please.” Silent questions flashed between the five men, but none had the answers. They seemed to have little choice; they could set up shelter there, but judging by the angry clouds that loomed ever closer, their meager tents would do little to keep them dry. Nods were exchanged, a silent acceptance of whatever was to come. That wasn’t to say they wouldn’t be weary, they were ever weary, but they allowed just the smallest spark of hope to smolder within their sullen hearts. Alex took point, staying closest to Azariah, but closer to his king. Joseph was next in line, followed by Ken. Greg and Paul walked side by side in the rear, each taking turns glancing over their shoulders and always keeping an eye on the periphery. They only moved at a steady, solid walk, even when the rain started to pour. Their little formation seemed like a customary marching order, the way they’d moved for months.“Anything magical about this damned storm?” Gregory asked, his voice only loud enough for his companions to hear.“It’s… it’s as magical as this forest,” Paul said, shaking his head in dismay. “I get the impression we’re not welcome here.”“Well, please let me know when you realize where wearewelcome,” Ken snapped. His scowl softened, and he sighed as Joseph turned his shoulders to look at the archer. “Sorry,” he muttered. Alex seemed oblivious to the brief exchange, though he was as vigilant as the rest of them. Though his blade was belted to his hip, he kept his massive shield in hand and in front of him. It blocked scant little of the howling rain, but it was more for protection from unseen foes than the elements. Joseph remained passive. He had accepted what had happened to him, happened to them, but he would not let it crush him. His eyes darted frequently to the maiden who was leading them to potential succor. There was something odd about her. Then again, this very place was… off. Why should the inhabitants be any different? “This place,” he said, speaking to Paul behind him even as he looked forward, “Could it be some sort of reflection of us?” He had to speak louder to be heard over the rain. Paul shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s old… ancient, probably. It has its own personality, it doesn’t need to reflect anyone.” His soaked hair was starting to stick to his face, requiring him to frequently wipe it from his eyes. In time, they arrived at the girl’s home, watching as she moved inside while they were still a good hundred some odd yards away. They continued their approach steadily, while Alex stopped at the door and gazed inside. He didn’t say anything, offering only a nod to the women inside. Several seconds later, the rest arrived at the porch. Joseph stepped up to the door and Alex stepped to the side. “This young woman,” he said, nodding toward Azariah, “has offered us shelter. Does the offer still stand?” "Azariah, always bringing home strays." She smiled, and her expression was sweet, while her sister Azariah paused inside the house and waited. The youngest, Elena was off to the side shyly hiding but curious. It took a lot of restraint, a thousand times that to not bow before their King. "Of course the offer still stands, we have never closed our doors on those in need. Come inside, all of you. We'll get you dry and perhaps fed. How does that sound?" She stepped aside and held the door open for the men. "There is just three of us, myself and my sisters." Much like the forest, there was something different about the sisters too, but they were kind, happy. Maybe their perception would change if they knew who the men were or maybe not, but they welcomed them and offered a chance out of the elements and a chance to rest. To really rest." Azariah which you have met, I am She and the youngest Elena Travel. Elena is very quiet so pay her no mind." Inside the home, was sparsely furnished which made for more room in the living area and kitchen. The largest piece of furniture would be the oak dining table and chairs. The table also acting as a room divider between the kitchen and living area. The layout of the home was basic, they'd walk into the living area with the kitchen off to their right and then there were two doors that lead to each bedroom. The master and the second bedroom. Then there was just a small hallway - the hallway lead to a backdoor, the washroom and the linen closet." Elana why don't you get our guests some towels and blankets? You all may hang up your gear in front of the hearth, there is a line." She said nodding to the rope hanging limply against the wall. "Azariah go get changed, or you'll get sick." Azariah dismissed her sister's concern but was reminded of a concern she had. "She... they have the illness." Azariah glanced at the men nodding her head, as the men didn't exactly 'show' the illness she could sense it. But the sickness was of no concern to the sisters, they were immune to it. She shooed Azariah away who went into the second room to change. "After the fall there was an outbreak. I'm sure you know of it. Or heard of it during your travels?" She asked curiously as she waited to close the door when they all entered. "We all came down with it, luckily I am skilled in herbs and medicines but Elena.mm well that poor thing almost died. As I'm sure your aware medicine can only do so much when you are so far gone...we didn't think she had the fight." It was also rumored that this sickness was not something that simply happened but was possibly caused by the evil of which brought down the Kingdom. Many people had died because of it. "If you were showing symptoms, hives, sweats...it would be a hard battle, but I have medicines that will prevent it from getting much worse. You all are welcome to stay here as long as you need." Elana hurried from the corner she took root in and went to the closet pulling out folded towels and two blanket rolls. Trying to hold as much as she could carry back to the living area. The towels she placed on a small end table and the blanket rolls on the short couch the table was next too. The quiet little mouse that she was, Elena hurried into the kitchen and waited with a wide eyed-doe like eyes. Azariah didn't take long to come out of the room in a new and dry dress. "So what are these stays name?" She asked as she rejoined them. Azariah being the most brazen out of her sisters and very interested in these men...but who wouldn't be? Maybe in another time someone else would be honored just like them to have these 'strangers' here. They've never seen their King or his knights in person before, they never had the honor of meeting them as many wouldn't but for them, it was a secret honor being able to house them and look after them. All except Elena who was unsure and scared of them. They were strange men, and men could be cruel, out of her sisters she was the most cautious and fearful. Who were these men really? Knights? Honorable? Were they really? She did not know them and had every right to be wary of them... like a frightened animal. She wasn't as excited as her sisters to open their door to these men who let their Kingdom fall, who let evil reign and take from them what is often most precious. Elena had witnessed what this war did, how it changed good people and the damage from it had been done to her. She was haunted by it, and when she had fallen ill it brought her closer to that powerful evil. Italmost had her like it had taken many others before. Was she glad she was alive? Not a question she could answer, not when she was right on the edge. Like it was a cliff and death had been waiting for her but in the wake of death's shadows that evil was there taunting, luring and trying to get her to make that metaphorical leap. She hadn't butsomethinghad touched her during her close to dying moments and whatever it was done cling to her, it did linger, and it might be something Paul would be able to sense if not understand. Her sisters couldn't make sense of it. It was 'nothing' they assured her. But the nights were long and hard for her since her recovery, terrors, visions and a haunting of this evil...what had happened to the Kingdom was just the start, only the tip of the iceberg. “Your offer is most welcome,” Joseph said, gratitude clear in his tone. “These times have not been kind to the people of these lands. It is quite the relief to know that not all hearts have been poisoned.” He walked inside, ducking to keep the handle of his great sword from catching on the door frame as he passed the threshold. He made his way toward the corner of the living room, making room for the rest of his companions to enter. Alex followed, then Ken, Paul, and Greg last. All were grateful to be inside a dwelling of some sort. In particular, the warmth of the fire was refreshing. Joseph was the first to start removing his armor, revealing the leather and padding beneath. The rest soon followed suit, their gear being placed behind them. Though wet, it would dry well enough overnight. The other four had waited for their king to act first, trusting his judgment in spite of what had befallen them. They each knew that the fall was beyond his control; something powerful and malevolent had decided to bring about his torment. Paul was the first to venture toward the hearth, holding his hands up to feel the life giving warmth. It was at that point that Elena returned with the towels and blankets, the former of which he gladly took one. He removed the last bits of his armor, leaving him in his undershorts, trousers, and tunic. His eyes lingered on the youngest girl a moment, biting the inside of his lip. He could tell there was something attached to her, like some sort of magical leach. He couldn’t discern that exact nature of it, but he knew she had to be suffering.“Sickness?” Gregory said, looking at his hands before the surrounding men. The healer was unmatched in his ability to cure injuries, but ailments were another story. He was powerless against them, and one that wasn’t obviously worried him. “The outbreak you speak of… yes, we’ve seen it. I’ve contemplated it. I couldn’t tell what spread it prior to the symptoms. How can you tell?” he asked, a worried expression crossing his face.“As much as we appreciate the offer,” Joseph said, speaking up again, “our stay will only be as long as necessity dictates. If you have treatment available, we’ll gladly accept it, though Paul,” he said, nodding toward the blonde, “will examine any offered remedies first.” Paul swallowed as he looked toward the others, by now rather happy to stay close to the fireplace. “Yes, Sir,” he said. It was all the formality the rag-tag band had left. He would only be able to tell if there was some sort of magical poison or cure present. More mundane things would escape his notice and understanding. Alex, satisfied that they were out of danger, moved to sit next to Paul, turning his back to the hearth and drying off with one of the towels. He hadn’t caught much of the conversations, but he knew his leader well enough to know that they were not in any immediate perceived danger. Without his armor and helmet, the knight was still an impressive man. A scar on the right side of his bottom lip streaked all the way down to his chin. It was only the most pronounced, however. His body bore numerous hints of past injuries. Ken seemed the least trusting. He stayed close to his gear, in particular his bow. One couldn’t really blame him for his paranoia. This was the first time they’d been offered hospitality in quite some time. He had his suspicions that the two older sisters knew exactly who they were, but it wouldn’t have done any good to bring it up. When asked for their names, he watched She’s expression carefully.“I am Joseph,” the leader replied. “This, as mentioned, is Paul,” he said, nodding toward the youngest. “Alex,” he said, pointing toward the other man by the hearth. Alex blinked and turned to look at his king, but it was clear he was simply being introduced. He gave a nod toward the sisters before closing his eyes. “Greg,” Joseph went on, indicating the man who appeared to be oldest. “And this is Ken,” he said, gesturing toward the archer. He did not offer any further explanation; it mattered little, now. “It is a pleasure to meet you, She. We must also thank you, Azariah, for finding us.” He glanced toward Elena, but didn’t say anything. He had the impression she didn’t wish to draw attention to herself. Paul, however, had a difficult time ignoring the girl who was his own age. “The shadow that clings to your sister Elena,” he said, looking at She, “there should be a way to cleanse it.” “It is hard when once your neighbors were your friends and when good people are changed.” She said with a small nod. “We try to not let it affect us, and luckily we do not have neighbors close by to guard our backs from.” There was no hiding the little bit of relief these men seemed to show once they were inside and near the fire. It was heartbreaking and not just because of who they were, She believed no good person should suffer. “Azariah has a gift, as this sickness isn’t something brought on by just natural means she can sense it. There is dark magic in the workings of it but the sickness itself is something that can be cured through medicine. As long as it is caught early.” Gentle eyes settled on Joseph, She quietly regarding him, but she wasn’t offended. She expected as much. They weren’t meant to stay with them for very long either. “Of course, in fact he can help me make it and possibly learn something new.” While Ken watched She and She gazed at Joseph – who out of the other two sisters would mostly have the hardest time lying to someone. Azariah watched Ken with a small smile. None of the sisters expected them to act any different or even lower their guard. Danger can come in many forms and just because they were women who lived alone didn’t mean they couldn’t be any less dangerous than someone else. It is possible that recognition danced between She’s eyes, but she just smiled politely and turned to grab the kettle filling it with water from the pump. “I can tell when someone new is in the forest.” Azariah stated as she went into the kitchen to help her sister. “We don’t get many travelers this way, not since the fall and the forest will act different.” She hummed as she tried to think of a better way to explain it. “Like, the birds will sing a different melody or the crickets will grow quiet. The animals will evade what is strange. I know you’ve been here a while I was unable to find you sooner” There was an apologetic glance at the lot of them. “It is easy to get lost here, the forest has a will of its own and with this…this evil lurking you might not find your way. Even I could get lost, and we’ve lived here all our lives.” Elana tensed, as Joseph suspicions were correct she did not want any attention. Her eyes looked – rather glared at Paul who brought her up. She paused before she moved and placed the kettle on the stove, she and Azariah exchanging glances. It wasn’t a secret now that they each had different gifts, Azariah and Paul potentially having more in common with their abilities… The sisters weren’t trying to hide anything of what they were or what they could do. They also appreciated Paul’s concern, as it gave insight to his character. Elena felt her sisters look at her, and it just made her uncomfortable, with her hands clasped together she fidgeted but before the sisters could speak on her behalf.“What business is it of yours? It is not polite to meddle in someone else’s affairs. Nor did I ask for it.” Elena’s pointed, irritated glare jabbed at Paul before she and her crown of ruffled feathers disappeared into the second room, slamming the door. Both Azariah and She sighed, Azariah begun prepping to make a meal for the lot while She beckoned Paul to come help her with the remedy. “Come Paul, pay her no heed. Let me show you this remedy. It can be helpful for other ailments too.” She opened a cupboard door and on the shelves were jars of different herbs, plants and even spices. Everything labeled too. She picked out four jars and placed them on the counter for Paul to open and examine. “Sometimes you cannot cleanse or chase away a shadow with spells or medicines. Dark magic is a particular thing, with many strands and knotted threads that sometimes can’t be untied or defeated as easily as we believe. Elena refuses to tell us what she saw in her dreams during those most feverish hours, when that shadow you sense now had been trying to take her. She is afraid of it and fear powers such darkness but the intricacies of this magic.evil… isn’t something that can be cleansed. Even for the most skilled in magic…” With a cloth She removed the hot lid from the kettle. “To make this remedy quickly the water needs to be boiling before you add the ingredients.” She then directed Paul on how much of each herb to put in the water. “You should recognize these, you can find them in most forests.” She pointed at two of the jars “and those near streams. They are more potent fresh as well.” She then handed Paul a wooden spoon to stir it all before putting the lid back on. “We can help Elena, guide her, we can try to cleanse her but this evil… such attempts only make it fester, stronger and puts the one trying to help in danger too. Ultimately it falls on her, she can make it leave but because she is afraid.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You turn off the heat now and let it sit. The taste isn’t pleasant, but you can add milk and honey to mask it. Neither of which we don’t have I’m afraid.”“I hope you all enjoy fish.” Azariah chimed in as she pulled out some slabs from the small storage space below their feet. “We aren’t very good hunters, fishers yes. Occasionally we can catch a bird and rabbits well those are easy.” Fish and fresh, wild vegetables from the forest Azariah picked. “Hmm we might have some rice left from our visit to town…” Since things had been getting worse they made less and fewer trips into town. It wasn’t safe for them to travel anymore, early mornings were the best times but by the afternoon one didn’t want to be out on a trail alone. “Ah.yes just enough for everyone to have some.” Paul was the only one present surprised by Elena’s reaction. If any of the other men had Paul’s gift, they wouldn’t have brought up what they saw in the young woman’s presence. “I’m sorry, I meant no harm, I just-” and then she was gone, the door slammed before he could even rise. The youth sighed heavily, his fingers sliding up into his hair as he let his gaze drop. He was glad for the distraction, however, when She beckoned him to come help with the remedy. He stood and made his way quietly toward the herbs she set out before him. Furthermore, he examined each one, sensing nothing malicious.“One of the fundamental principles of magic is that nothing is static. That which appears impenetrable or impervious merely requires the right key. I know it wouldn’t be easy, but-”“Paul,” Greg spoke, cutting off the youth, “I cannot heal someone who is ready to die. You can’t fix something that isn’t ready to be fixed.”“I know, Greg, but-”“Stop, Boy. Don’t put your nose where it doesn’t belong.” Greg looked sternly at him. The man had taken up a seat closer to the fire, hunched forward to capture as much of the heat as he could. Towels could only dry off so much.“He means well,” Joseph said, speaking up. “Please excuse his lack of manners.” Paul’s face was bright red, but he resigned himself to following instructions. He nodded as he mixed in the ingredients as directed. He was skilled at following directions, showing an uncanny precision in concocting the antidote exactly as She wanted. Furthermore, he wanted to reply when she further explained Elena’s curse, but he knew better than to argue.“Pretty sure we were hell bound when we died,” Ken piped up, drawing glares from his companions until he continued, “but fish? This has to be heaven.” Chuckles followed his words. It was the first positive thing Ken had said in months, even if it was morbid.“When we set out on our journey,” Joseph explained as they took up seats around the table, “we did not bring any fishing poles. Ken here is unrivaled with his bow, however. We’ve had all the meat we need, though no fish.” Now that real food was before them, hunger became almost painful. It wasn’t enough to make them forget themselves, however. “When we leave, Ken can net you a stag for your troubles.”“Haven't seen as many as of late, but a day should be plenty of time to spot one,” Ken replied. Without his armor and the other men around him, his limp was more pronounced. He was the last one to the table, and sat down carefully. “Someone going to say grace?” he said, looking at Greg. It was an odd thing to bring up. Prayers had been hard to come by, but in a short time, hope had been sparked among the companions. For the first time since the fall, it felt right. Greg cleared his throat and extended his hands toward Paul and Joseph. One by one, they joined hands, offering to include She and Azariah in the circle. After a few seconds of silence with heads bowed and eyes closed, Greg spoke quietly. “Powers above, we thank you for this blessing you have bestowed upon us. We humbly ask that you continue to grace us with your presence. May we ward ourselves against the darkness of this world, and always bathe in your radiance. Amen.” Murmurs of “Amen” followed, and they let go of their hands. None knew what the future would hold, but at least they would have a hot meal here and now. She wasn't offended in the least, but she knew her sister Elena had much to learn as did Paul.Ahh, to be young." Sometimes there is more than just a key." She offered with a gentle smile. She glanced at Gregory her smile not wavering as she prepared to show Paul how to make the tea. Upon Joseph's apology She shook her head. "There is nothing wrong with trying, but perhaps it just isn't the right time. Sometimes with keys and codes, spells and curses it requires timing. Timing and understanding...and I don't mean just understanding the problem." It would be the last bit of advice she could give - as Gregory had the most valid point. You can't fix someone who isn't ready to be fixed. She also mentioned she'd send them off with some of the herbs and a few other supplies. They had dried bread and fruits they could spare to give up as well. Anything to help make their journey a little easier. Ken's comment had the sisters pausing, as She was finished showing Paul she let the tea sit while she helped Azariah with the food. "Well let's see if you think so when you eat it. I hope I don't disappoint you." Azariah grinned and continued getting supper ready for them and their guests. It was more like a challenge now, to make a meal that could be better than heaven. The two sisters set the table bringing the cooked dishes out. Veggies, rice and the fish all of which Azariah seasoned with the very intention of those flavors melting in your mouth. She poured everyone the tea - even herself and Azariah pulled from one of the cabinets a dusty glass bottle of wine. Lastly came the bread which she warmed setting it on the table with a cloth over top to keep the heat in until they were ready. "We have extra poles, we'll send you off with one too." She commented as she joined the table and sat down. Azariah waiting politely before sitting herself - Watching Ken curiously." I'll go with you, I can show you where they usually graze." Azariah offered, more so stating as she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Azariah also decided to take her seat next to Ken and when it came time to say grace, both sisters smiling, Azariah would get to hold Ken's hand. The sisters too praying but with a silent prayer of their own. At the end Azariah squeezed Ken's hand before letting go. She reaching out and serving the men a slice of fish if they desired. It was a gesture, a show of kindness as she knew they were perfectly capable of helping themselves." It's been a long time since we've had a friendly gathering and shared a meal with friends. Furthermore, it is nice to be able to do it again. I am glad you all came with Azariah tonight. You've brought a renewed warmth with you to our rickety home." But it wasn't just that, in this small bit of time the sisters could see there was still a flame in each man, and it just needed a little fuel to grow again. Neither sister could say if the flame would last, but it was their intention to try their best and ensure while the men were here it would grow. Azariah made a plate for Elena and put it away for later, knowing if her sister wanted to eat she'd come out and eat. Both Azariah and She have learned that Elena - as stubborn as she is won't eat and will leave a plate to mold. She always blamed the girl's stubbornness on Azariah. Those two, they were going to be the death of her or her sanity. Shae drank her tea and the sisters waited for each man to get a plateful before helping themselves and while they ate Azariah popped open the wine they've saved and saved for a special occasion. This gathering seeming like a good one to share wine with." If you have any supplies in need of sewing... I can do that for you tomorrow. We also have a leather bag you can have and if you wish to trade in any old blankets with some of ours go right ahead. We hardly use what we have in our closet." She offered. Ken hadn’t expected the two women to join them, but for a brief moment, his gaze wandered to Azariah’s hand as she took his. Her skin was soft to the touch, even in his calloused fingers. He hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in any capacity in some time. He pushed such thoughts from his mind, though, as he let his eyes drift shut for grace. As they started dishing out the meal, the archer looked over the red-haired woman. She was a beauty to behold… even the darkening of the country couldn’t mar that. Belatedly, he replied to her earlier statement. “I suppose it’d be hard to argue with that. I might need help hauling it back,” he said, patting his bum leg. “Besides, we likely won’t have to wait as long with fewer people to spook our quarry.” As much time as they’d spent on the road, they’d grown accustomed to lean meals. This proved to be quite a treat, even a feast. They all took a cup of the medicinal tea that was offered to them, to stave off the illness that otherwise might take them. That they had gone as long as they had without it growing worse was testament to their fortitude. That they had kept going at all was testament to their will. Paul was always vigilant, and this time would prove to be no exception. He focused on each thing for a few seconds; the fish, the vegetables, the spices, even the wine. None of it bore any malicious auras. Joseph caught a glimpse of the youngest member of the party, knowing what he was doing. He wouldn’t have discouraged the exercise, even if it had been brought up. It made things more comfortable, knowing that they were not being set up. By the time each man had filled their plate, there was still plenty left over for all three sisters. As they dug in, Alex spoke up. “My compliments,” he said, his voice louder than might have been expected. “This is delicious.” He had the most on his plate, and seemed almost ravenous. None of the companions lacked table manners, per se, but Alex was clearly most focused on sating his hunger.“Indeed it is,” Greg added, reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring a small glass. He held it below his nose, inhaling the aroma. He’d tasted some of the finest wines in the lands, but this… given where they were, and what they were experiencing… none had ever smelled sweeter. Furthermore, he took a sip and let it linger over his tongue before swallowing. “Many thanks,” he said.”Your hospitality,” Joseph said, pouring a small glass to follow Greg’s, ensuring there was enough to go around, “is legendary in these times.” He held his glass up, drawing the attention of all at the table. For a few seconds silence hung over them before the king declared “To an inevitable dawn.”“Hear, hear,” followed his toast, and glasses and cups clinked together before each took a draft.”If it’s not an imposition, and you have the thread to spare, we do indeed have a few things in need of mending,” Greg said to She. “We won’t take much in the way of food, though we appreciate the offer.”

Conquest of Dogs (Quezvax + Spectral)|rating:4.0

The Guardian Wolf

In the wild a winged-white wolf watches silently over the other wolves. She is the guardian wolf. She has helped many wolves and she has amazing beauty. She helps wolves when they don't know what to do, but she also helps them in battle. She now lives in a forest populate with wolves. She hides her identity and tries to fit in as a normal wolf. Character name:gender:description of character:bio:picture: ---------- character name: Jasmine gender: girldesription of character: is pure white and has white wings bio: Jasmine has been the guardian angel for centuries. She has watched so many wolves win battles and some even fall. She tries to live a normal life but fears that that is impossible.picture: character name:Marcellus gender:maledesription of character:warm-hearted and battle ready bio: has been friends with jasmine for a while and is slowly starting to fall for her picture: jasmine watched over the wolf kingdom from her very tall house. She decided to take flight and grew her wings and she flew over the forest. She made herself invisible so the wolves couldn't see. Running threw the forest like a wild one jasmine looked down and saw Marcellus and laughed. "Silly wolf" she SIAD. She flew over him. "You truly are a crazy wolf" she said startling him. "Whoa didn't see ya. How did you get behind me?" "I was going for a run and I saw you and I have been bring to catch up with you." she lied. Smiles"man she looks cute today." "Well your welcomed to try and catch me!"runs fast ahead jasmine being a guardian wolf was faster than any other, but she kept it fast enough to stay with him. Flips jumping behind her and tackles her then licks her nose jasmine laughed lightly and smiled then got up. She looked up as she received a signal that she had to go. "Sorry to rush off but I must be going." she said and ran away into the woods leaving him behind and changing and flying into the air. "Man she gets prettier every day..." jasmine heard a loud roar over the forest and saw two lions who had three wolf cubs cornered. She landed in front of the cubs facing the lions. She extended her wings and said. "I am jasmine guardian of the forest. What is the meaning of this"[if you have been the lions ill be your best friend lol] "these wolf cubs were caught stealing prey from our territory" "That is no excuse for trying to hurt them lions. They can't help that prey are scarce. Leave them be, or you will have to deal with me" she said calmly. She always stayed calm. "They know the price to pay when they try to steal from us!so do of wolf guardian!" "They are just cubs. You two should know that the laws say that if cubs are caught stealing they are given another chance" jasmine said getting irritated. Character name: Angle gender: femaledesription of character: Angle has Blue and white fur, she has green eyes.bio: Unknown.picture: ---------- Angle was walking through the woods. She was looking for food when she saw two wolves fighting, she smiled and watched them. "These cubs have done this for the 3rd time now we have given them 2 chances I think they've had enough.....but sense I still owe you a favor I shall let them go" Angle thought it was interesting to see a married couple fight over a few cubs. Jasmine flapped her wings and the cubs glowed. "They are now under my protection see you near them again you will pay" with that she flew off into the air. Angle was surprised to see the little purple wolf fly away. Angle just chuckled and said"Looks like your little winged fiend is mad at you.". Running threw the forest again WTH more skill than before implied jasmine let out her howl like she always does when she completes a mission. Hears the howl"I shall fallow her!"fallows the sound discreetly jasmine flew over the forest towards her house. A charm appeared on her necklace next to her others for another mission complete. Angle sighed and walked away. She was tired of being ignored. Runs into a blue wolf"oh!terribly sorry miss!" Angle glared at the white wolf and said"Watch where you're going!". Jasmine flew over a blue wolf and him. She gasped and hoped her shadow didn't show and flew faster. "Teribly sorry me-"sees a shadow and looks up"JESUS!" flies faster and cloaks self so they can't see me. "Please don't let him know it's me" she said to herself. "Is that....it can't be....."runs fast to catch up and keeps a good view of her" jasmine flew faster and reached her house she entered on the balcony and disappeared inside. Angle growled and stormed off, she didn't like to hang around idiots. Jumps up and sees jasmine shift from guardian wolf to normal"holy, ..." jasmine looked at him and ran out of the door not wanting to see what he said. Jumps down and uses y skills to fallow her jasmine took of flying speeding up. Jumps up and tackles her struggles to get up. "Jasmine....why didn't you tell me?"places paws on he wings jasmine stayed silent and disappeared and reappeared hovering in the air. "I wasn't allowed to" she said. "Jasmine....I love you i wouldst betray your secret.....I'm not like the other wolves" Angle was watching the two wolves the whole time, she didn't care. She walked out from the bushes and said"Your secret is safe with me.". "No I mean it's in the guardian wolf law that no guardian can tell his or her secret. If he found out you knew he would kill you that's why I have kept it a secret..." she trailed off "did you say you loved me" she asked, "yes....I would happily give my life for you" "I can't stay I have to get back before he finds out you know." jasmine said. "To hell with him!I would apply fight him to be by your side!" "You can't fight him because he is my father" jasmine said. She heard a rumbling "crap he's coming I have to go" jasmine flew away. Sits on the ground and waits for him jasmine's father knocked down the tree and saw the wolf and his daughter. "What is this jasmine. Why do you have your wings out in front of a human." he thundered. Jasmine looked at the ground slowly flapping her wings. "He saw me fly over and followed me then saw me turn back. Im sorry father" she said. "Get to the castle. I will take care of the wolf" he said. Jasmine looked at the wolf with worried in her eyes remembering the last time her father took care of a wolf. Angle walked out from behind the bushes and said"I saw that girls wings too. Are you going to try to kill me like you are going to kill that guy over their? If you are then your making the biggest mistake of your life! I can kick your sorry ass!". "You do not frighten me you are sorry little wolf. We guardian wolves have watched over you sorry animals for longer than you know. We only request not to be exposed for our enemies might find us. But since you are a girl and seem confident I will offer to make you a guardian. "You're not trying to trick me are you?" Angle said. "No I'm not angel. I have kept an eye on you. You are strong-willed and UN self is, and you are brave to stand up against the guardian king. Will you think about my offer." he said? "Eh I'll take... I'll still get to take nice long naps if I do join, right?" Angle said as she yawned. "Yes indeed the first day of a guardian you have to sleep so that your wings will be energized. If you don't sleep the first day you can't fly. I will tell you all about the guardians at the castle." with that he flapped his wings and angel sprouted wings. He looked at the boy. "Since I'm in a good mood ill let you live if you promise not to tell about us" he said. Angle looked at the wings on her back and said"Cool!". The king picked up angel and put her on her back. "Hold on" he said starting to fl off the ground towards the castle that was levitated above the clouds so humans couldn't see. Angle looked at the castle and said"wow, I didn't see that.". Looks up at jasmine "I'm sorry he can be overprotective sometimes" jasmine said. She turned around and watched her father and angel go into the castle. "Im sorry I must go" jasmine said and flew away. A tear actually fell from her eye as she left the wolf who loved her behind. "......I will join her....even if I die for it"stands up and fallows her at an immense speed Angle fell asleep on the king wolves back. The kind sat angel down on a bed of clouds. Jasmine flew in. "Sweety you must be more careful." "Dad I'm fine I can handle my self" "I'm just worried a bunch lately" "what's wrong" "dark has awakened jasmine. that's why I came to get you. We must round up all the guardians and prepare for battle." jasmine let it sink in. she looked out of the door and saw the prison of dark that was disguised as a cave. It had smoke forming around it. She knew one day the battle would come but just didn't know it would be this soon."when will he attack" "the next full moon in five days" "we will need more recruits" "I'm making that your jobs. If you see a human you trust change them ok." jasmine nodded and flew out of the castle. Walks and sees two foxes attacking a cub"shit!"attacks the foxes and sends them running without killing them looks at the cub"are you okay? Jasmine felt a tug in her gut and landed by the cubs. "Did the bears bother you two again" she asked the little cubs. Angle woke up on a cloud, she sighed and said"So sleepy.". She went back to sleep. "No it was a couple of foxes they were trying to steal food from them" "sleep my guardian" the king said. He looked out the castle balcony at the cave with was now black. All of a sudden there was an explosion and the king was knocked back. He stood back up and saw who attacked. "Darkos" the king said. "Ive come to pick up young jasmine. I don't wish to wait for the moon." he said with an evil grin. The king growled. "Brother you can not fight me I'm am stronger than you and your guardians" dark said and growled back. The king was about to howl to signal the guardians when dark rammed into him and they started fighting."oh I hate those foxes they make me so mad." jasmine SIAD. She then heard a howl that was cut off and looked up at the castle."dad!" she yelled and quickly flew back up to the castle. She entered and saw him fighting with dark.[will you be dark someone I can't be three people. [>> again?fine I will but u owe me]"I shall finish what I had started many a year ago brother"slashing his claws at him fallows behind jasmine "i won't let you take her" he Saiph and bit his brother. Jasmine landed on the ground. She saw the two fighting. Jasmine growled at dark. She didn't know he was her uncle or what was going on. Angle woke, she saw a fight. She jumped up and said"What the hell is going on!". Tackles various with surprising speed and stealth"Stay way from him!" jasmine walked over to her dad who was bleeding badly, but he stood up. Angle growled and yelled"WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!?!?!. "Argh....you're a strong human wolf....you should think about joining me""not if it means hurting her"walks in front of jasmine Angle shrugged and tackled the weird evil looking wolf and bit him on the neck. "Angel you aren't strong enough to fight yet" the king said as he stood up. Jasmine just stood there and watched not knowing what to do. Throws the young pup not the wall to knock her out then says"why would I hurt my niece?""what?!?" Angle got up and said"I'm okay!". She stumbled a little bit then said"I'm still okay!". "What are you talking about name" jasmine growled. She walked over to angel and helped her up."leave her out of this brother this is between you and me" the king growled when angel was thrown at the wall. Throws a soft and heavy pillow on angel then looks at his brother"you never told her?""i don't care water you her uncle or not I love her i won't let you take her" "she has no part in this" the king said bring to fell guilty for not telling his daughter jasmine just stood there. No way was she related to the wolf who was trying to kill them. "Your lying" jasmine growled. Angle got up and said"Who is the cousin of the evil wolf.... I'm confused.". "Ask your father"tackles the wolf into the wall and bites him hard"Argh!" [to make this right he tackled the regular wolf right] "My father is dead." Angle said. [the blue is various] ((let's get back to the RP! :gonk:)) [ok I see oh and memo he was talking to jasmine lol]jasmine looked at her father "is it true" she asked. He sighed. "When your mother was pregnant we were in danger. Darkos said he would protect us but the power he used made him go into a sleep. He SIAD he would only do it if we let him have to when you were older to train you as a dark wolf." he SIAD. Jasmine legit sink in. "Im not going with you" jasmine said growling at dark. "Okay, I think we all need to talk about this like adults....Let's sit down and talk OKAY?" Angle said as she fainted. Jasmine walked over to angel and nuzzled her and she stayed asleep. Jasmine moved her to the cloud bed. "The young wolf is right.....I think that there is much talking to do" Angle woke up and said"Yeah....what he said...". Angle then fainted again. "She is right" the king said, and he led them into the thrown room. Jasmine couldn't believe she might have to leave her father. But she knew her father would get her out of it. So she followed them. Fallows behind the black wolf as we enter the throne room jasmine stood by her father as they faced the black wolf. Angle slowly followed the other wolves. When angel came in the doors closed. "Brother I want you to keep the deal we made but I will comprises for her lover if Jessica""What?!?" "No i won't let you take him" jasmine gored. "I shall take one of your apprentices or your daughter or her lover"".......i won't let you take her....IL go if I have to" jasmine looked at her lover. "I won't let you take hi. you can take me" she said sadly but she wasn't going to let him take her lover. The king walked up to his daughter and nuzzled her. "I shall fallow you..... i won't leave your side.....never" "NO! I'll be the evil wolves apprentice..." Angle said. "No you were just changed. It will take a weak for you to be able to have your powers" jasmine said. "Im the only one going. Someone has to watch over my dad" jasmine said. "Angel can I'm not leaving you, and you know I can catch you if you try to run""let him come" "I'm going OKAY! Jasmin, you have a family and friends and a Life! I have none of those! You need to stay here!" Angle said. "No the deal was me. Im taking hi, but you need to stay and let my father train you." jasmine said. She looked at her lover. Looks back"I will fallow you to the deaths"chuckles good naturally "seems that this one is devoted to keeping you happy.....don't waste a wolf like that its rare you come by them" Angle growled and said"Fine...". Jasmine gave her father a nuzzled and turned around and followed dark and her love out of the castle. Angle laid down and went to sleep. Fallows right behind jasmine looked back once at the castle then followed dark to his cave. "Not much but it is home....you two might find it uncomfortable after living a comfortable life""i don't lead one I sleep on the ground out in the woods" Angle felt useless and depressed. She shouldn't have let Jasmin go with that evil wolf. She sighed and hid her face under her paws. Jasmine looked around the cave. It was black and brown. Not her favorite colors but she wasn't picky. She turned to her uncle. "Why did you want me any way" she asked. "Because you should know the meaning of right and wrong.....you think lions are bad and evil, but they are just protecting what they believe in""that's true" "so you've been spying on me?" jasmine said. She sat down beside her love. ((I'm sorry guys, but I think I'm going to kill off Angle, I feel like this is you tows RP.)) [no oh I got it you can be dark's daughter] ((Okay now I won't kill Angle off! 3)) "not exactly.....I saw you threw my daughters head when you were found fighting with lions""what?but the only other wolf there was..... Angel" "why didn't I see it they look just alike except for fur color" jasmine said. The king sat in his thrown. He was missing jasmine already. Angle was snoring while she was sleeping. "don't tell her anything....she must not know who I am I want her to lead a life with the luxury of a princess and an honest life the king couldn't help but smiled at the snoring wolf. When she woke up he would have to tell her the history and methods that only the guardians knew."we won't say a word" jasmine said. She saw the wolf and knew when she first saw her that she was alone.[can you post on teen city. Katrina is laid passed out on the porch. "I thanks you dearly....I want to be able to see my daughter but if I do what will happen?""i disagree with your methods but I do understand" "well since she doesn't know you are her father she would probably think you were trying to trick her or was a threat." jasmine said. Maybe this wasn't so bad at least he wasn't as mean as she had heard. She wondered about her father but didn't say anything the king sat at the table alone and ate supper. He wasn't used to the silence. Angle got up and yawned, she sighed and said"Looks like I'm alone...". The king entered the thrown room and saw that angel had woken up. "How do you feel" he asked walking over to her. "Training shall only take a Few months.... Once done you can see your father again" Angle looked at the king and said"I've been better.". Jasmine nodded in acknowledgment."yea it doesn't feel to great at first, but you will get used to it."[sorry guys won't post for a while I have to finish my remediation or ill have Saturday school!!!! :cry:] "Okay..." Angle said. "Follow me" the king said leading angel to a room. He opened the doors and two other wolves were training with each other. "Angel this is mark and Jake" the king said introducing angel to the two instructors. "They will help you train in combat. When you finish I will teach you how to fly" the king said leaving them alone. Mark looked at the new wolf. "what's your name pup" mark asked. Jake stayed silent and looked at the new wolf. "Yes what is your name and mark she don't look like a pup to me"Jake said. Lin looked at Mark and Jake and said"My name is Angle.". "Nice to meet you angel I am Mark ill be your close combat trainer and Jake will be your archery trainer. are you ready?" he said. Angle sighed and said"I guess.". "Ok please follow me" mark said and went over to a part of the room. "What do you know about close combat fighting so far" mark said doubting she knew a thing about it. Angle followed Mark and sat down." I know how to bite, kick, tackle, and head-but."she said. "Ok you know the basics, but none of that is very usefully against enemies of the guardians. Have you ever fought against a hydra with five heads" mark asked? Angle stared at Mike for a moment, she busted out into laughter. "Did I say something that amused you" mark asked. Angle stopped laughing and said"N-never mind.". She tried not to start laughing again, but she did anyway. "If you aren't going to take this seriously then i won't waist my time with you" mark said. "Sorry. Its just that you asked me if I've ever fought against a hydra with five heads, which I've never seen one before and I've never fought on before ether." Angle said trying not to giggle. "Ill show you one." he said leading her towards a cellar. They entered and monsters were in each cell. They came to small one, and he showed her the five-headed dragon with the middle mouth rapped up. When Angle saw the dragon she shook her head and said"N-N-n-o no, no no, I-I-I've never fought one of those before let alone seen one...". "This is just one monster you might encounter." he SIAD opening the door and going in. the dragon bent down and let him pet it. "Once we put them in the cages there is a magic that helps them calm down. Come pet him"he SIAD. Angle looked at Mark like he was crazy and said"Uh n-no thank you, I'm allergic to dragons or whatever that thing is.". "It's ok he won't bit as long as he is in the cage also with that rope on his middle mouth he is of no harm. Im going to let you practice on him. He won't really hurt you just help train him. And how could you be allergic to something you have never seen" mark SIAD. "Don't ask. What's its name?" Angle said as she slowly walked into the cage. The dragon kneeled down, so angel could pet him "fire heart. I named him that since he breathes fire" mark SIAD "I'm in charge of the cell wing of the castle and make sure that they stayed close. Now confront him. Ill keep the fire closed until you get the hang of it. Fireheart take it easy on her ok." the dragons nod in confrontation. Angle slowly put her paw on Fire harts head and scratched it." Nice Fire hart...."she said. "Are you ready to practice" fire heart said from his right end mouth. Angle's mouth dropped open when Fire hart talked." What the what?"she said. Mark laughed "oh yea he can talk." mark said. Mark cave fire heart his fire sword and leaned against the wall and watched."shall we begin" fire heart said twirling his sword. "Ready when you are" he SIAD. "Okay?" Angle said, she was trying not to run away.' What did I get myself into?'she thought. Fireheart lunged at the wolf with his sword. Mark watched. "A tip: the creatures power lies in the weapon they have" mark SIAD. Angle jumped out of the way of Fire harts lunge. She was not in the mood to be dragon food. "Be one with your instincts angel follow your gut. His power is in his sword." mark said trying to help her out as she dogged the sword.fire heart let out a good-hearted chuckle."you are a fast wolf aren't you" he said aiming at her again. "It's not that I'm fast, I'm just thinner than you, so I can move around more freely." Angle teased. Fre heart laughed at the wolf. He slashed again but missed."remember try and get the sword away from him or him away from it" mark said. "Duh." Angle said as she aimed for the sword then she pounced. Fireheart was surprised when the wolf knocked the sword out of his hand. "Clever" the dragon SIAD. Mark clapped his paws. "I am surprised myself. This was one of the higher monsters" mark SIAD. "Okay, well I'm going to go eat some more energy food!" Lin said as she pulled out a snack cake and ate it. Mark shook his head "that isn't energy food. It just hips you up then slows you down. You need to eat healthy or you won't be able to fight. too much sugar affects us more than regular wolves. Jake actually ate so much sugar one time that he passed out from the after affects." mark SIAD"he's right I did" Jake SIAD. [oh my gosh I sound like a freaking doctor. ((>.> *slaps mark* YOU TALKING LIKE ME MAMA!!!! :ROFL:))Angle sighed and said"Its fat free.". Angle ate another snack cake and licked her lips. "Alright wolves we now start our training today""alright what has to be done"sits next to my lover jasmine sat up ready to listen. Mark rolled his eyes and walked over to Jake "your turn" he said "I would go with the fine if I were you" he finished."your right that is the best for ranged combat. Follow me please angel" Jake SIAD "We are traveling to the village of Morgan....4 lions were wrongly imprisoned there, and it is up to us to free them" Angle followed Jake. [:cry: :cry: my mom and her boyfriend are fighting because she accused him of stealing money. Now we aren't going to fest Linda.] ((Buffy: D: Aww.:hug: I hope you get your money back.)) [sorry guy sim back. Its over. He hadn't stolen the money. My mom told me to go to my aunts' til it was over and my uncle went down there because you could hear them down there.] ((Did the fight get violent? >.>)) [no but my mom got covered in beer. But they finished it :eager:]Jake leads you to a cage that has a fine in it, and it is hanging upside down. "This is our fine her name is misty" Jake said. "Okay." Angle said as she looked at the bird. "She doesn't look like much" the bird screeched."well king wants her to be trained." Jake SIAD opening the cage and letting the bird out. "She won't bite she is the only well-behaved creature here" he said petting Misty beak. "That's good." Angle said as she scratched her ear. Misty examined the girl wolf. "No match for me give her her weapon" misty said."i don't know she beat the hydra already misty" he said giving angel a wolf bow and arrows. "Do you know how to use a bow" he asked. Angle shook her head and said"No, but I do know how to use a slingshot.". Jake gives angel a slingshot and fire walls. "These are the only thing that can damage her. Misty flew above her "hit me with your best shot" she said. Angle stared at the Phoenix for a moment, she knew that the bird was expecting her to shoot at her. "Anytime slow poke" misty said flapping her wings and a fireball hurtled towards angel. Angle dodged the fireball and ran under Misty and shot her with a fire walls misty blew the balls away with her wings. "Come on you can do better than that" she said.[me got an idea. Jake is the bad guy really and no one knows and no one figures it out til later. 'I'm going to have to be quicker...' Angle thought, she aimed a few fire walls at Misty's wings and, she released the fire walls. Misty dogged the balls and wall but the wall scorched her wing. "Mabe your not so slow after all" misty said throwing another ball at her. Angle just barely dodged the fireball. She growled and jumped up on Misty's back she aimed for Misty's head and released the fire wall. [don't kill her !!!! :eager:misty fell to the ground Jake let out a sigh. He put his paw on misty, and she got up and went in the cave and hung upside down again. The scar was one from eh fire wall. "Your good but try not to kill her she is our only phone" Jake joked. Angle laughed nervously and said"Sorry... I wasn't trying to kill her.".((I wasn't tried too!!)) "she's fine now just a little knocked up." Jake SIAD. "That finished our lessons time for the fun. The king is waiting for you in the cloud field to teach you how to fly" Jake said pointing to the doors. Angle nodded and said"Okay.". She walked out of the room and to the cloud field. When she was at the field she looked for the king. "Alright founding today you shall see true evil.......this lion was wrongly imprisoned of killing a wolf cub.....you see I can see truth from lies and the lion never killed the cub....it is the job of us wolves to make sure that justice is Rightfully served to those who caused it""i believe that we are a bit to hard on the lions""good then you've started to learn" "maybe I was a little tough on the lions for attacking the cubs." jasmine SIAD. She flew towards the cage and opened it up letting the lion out. "Now we must go to the home of Black fur.....the wolf who killed the cubs in a drunken rage" the king signaled angel to come over"he will get what he deserves" jasmine said heading towards black fur. Angle walked over to the king and said"Hi.". "Hello angel ready to fly" he SIAD hovering from the ground. "Focus all your energy on your wings try to keep calm." he SIAD. Angle smiled and said"Sure.". She closed her eyes and focused all of her energy on her wings. The king smiled as angle began hovering. "Look" the king SIAD to angel. Angle opened her eyes slightly, she smiled and said"Cool!". Now keep focus and try to move around" the king said. Angle nodded and closed her eyes and did what the king said, she started to move foreword slowly. The king was impressed. Then there was a boom. He flew to the prison doors and opened them. All the monsters were let out. They were fighting. "Cease" he yelled but they kept fighting. He started attacking the monster. [bad Jake time.]Jake had the crossbow with the fireballs. He aimed it at the king. He shot a fireball and it hi the king. He fell to the ground. He shook the fireball off. He thought one of the monsters had shot it and attacked again. He now had a hole in his wing. Jake shot again and hit him in the chest. The king fell down. This time he saw Jake. "Jake how could you were my best archer" the king said standing up. "You have ruled for to long. When I finish you I will finish all the other guardians." he SIAD. The king looked at angle. "Angel run" he SIAD then Jake shot him and the king feel to the groundnut dead but weak. Jasmine felt something inside her. It was a twinge in the gut. She knew something was wrong. "Come on" she said to the other two and flew towards the castle where she could here fight and roaring. Angle fell to the ground and ran to the king, she nuzzled him and said"Come on don't die on me dude!". She looked at Jake and said"How could you! Why would you kill him?!". Angle glared at Jake and growled. Jake sighed "not dead. Just weak. The fireballs drained his powers" Jake SIAD picking up the fireballs and stepped on them, and he gain the kings power. His wings grew longer and he grew bigger. "I will destroy the guardians starting with jasmine then the kings' brother then you my little angle." Jake said flying out and flying towards the gates to await the princess. Jasmine flew inside the castle, but it was empty. All of a sudden she was tackled by someone. She saw that it was Jake. "Jake what are you doing let go of me" she struggles trying to get lose of his grip. Jake held her down and looked at the other two flying towards the castle. He made the castle lock all the entrances. "Time to join your father asleep" he SIA dead took out three more orbs. He sat them down in front of the little princess and the process began. Angle ran after Jake, she tried to open the door, but it was locked. She growled and ran back, she charged the door. The door busted open, and she ran into the room Jasmin and Jake were in. She tackled Jake and said"STOP!!". Jasmine laid on the floor. Only one orb had taken her power so she still had some. She saw angel tackling Jake. "Where is my dad angel" she said picking up the orb. "He's in the cloud field..." Angle said as.((I have to go to bed)) jasmine ran to the cloud field and saw her father laying down unconscious. She ran up to him and put the ball under his paw and pushed down so it would break. Al of a sudden she felt something ram into her. Jake rammed into jasmine after getting away from angel. He got her right when she was bring to use her own power to revive her father. "Nice try jasmine but you won't ever." he trailed off as he heard someone clear there throats, and he turned around and saw the King standing and with his powers. "Get away from her" he snapped. Jake smirked and put his muzzle inches from the guardians face. "Wehose going to stop me you old fool" he snapped back. "Then the doors burst open and there stood angel dark and jasmine's lover.[sorry forgot his name] "let go of my Daughter Angel you basted!""jasmine! Let her go!" [he don't got jasmine.]jasmine tried to get up, but he had her pinned down. "You are no match for me with the kings powers" Jake snapped. He smirked. He clawed jasmines left wing, and she yelped in pain. "One move and she dies" he growled. Angle still had a fire wall and her slingshot. She quickly pulled them out and shot the fire wall at Jake. Jake just sighed and picked up angle and dogged the fire wall. "Darkos your supposed to be teaching them right from wrong why don't you tell them how the guardians destroyed my family when I was cub" Jake said sending the fire wall back at angel. Angle dodged the fire wall and said"You're not the only one around here that is an orphan! My parents were killed a long time ago! Do you see me trying to kill people who probably had nothing to do with my parents' death?". "Your mother died giving birth to you.... Your father is still alive...."" Jake that doesn't give you the right to kill the king.....it was when you were a cub there are different guardians now and the rules of order have changed" Angle glared at the evil wolf and said"Was I talking to you? No. How would you know if my father was still alive? It's not like you've met him!". "Wow your so slow angel" Jake said laughing. "If you haven't noticed dark is your father" he said then glared at the other wolf. "If your family was killed you would revenge them to and don't say you wouldn't you pathetic wolf. I have no problems with regular wolves only with these guardians." he SIAD and as he did, he took out his orbs, and they began draining jasmines powers. He stepped on them and gained there power making him been stronger. From the air he dropped the now unconscious jasmine on the ground in front of them. "The era of the guardians have come to an end." Jake said. "Now that only one royal guardian is left no one can stop me" Jake SIAD.[wow I kinda got into that one didn't i] "I am not slow!! And there is NO way that the evil wolf guy is my father!" Angle said as she threw the slingshot away. "It doesn't matter if you believe me now. You will all die soon anyway." he said and with that he pulled out six orbs and threw three at dark and three at angel. "Your mothers name Was Kathrine and You looked like this when you were a baby"pulls out a picture of a baby cub and dodges the orbs neatly"he's your father....and also Jake if you want to know something My cousin ....my only family....told me that the guardians led my family to slaughter"dodges the orbs with grace Jake ignored them and three more orbs at them. All of a sudden a dark cloud was above him. He reached into it and pulled out a hydra with 7 heads. He sent it towards them. Angle's mouth dropped open and said"Do you have to use a hydra?!". Angle ran away from the hydra screaming her head off as it chased her around the room. Jake just chuckle, "weak little guardian." he said and threw orbs at all of them again. "Shut up fat head!" Angle said as she tried to fly, which surprisingly she did fly. Grabs the Hydra and uses it to block the robs sent at angel"leave my daughter alone!!"my body suddenly starts glowing with mist as black as the night starry sky".....he's going threw the change" Angle glared at the evil wolf and said"STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!!!". Jake hesitated as the wolf started glowing. "It can't be no one changed him" Jake said "Maybe he ate a light bulb." Angle said as she laughed. Jake growled at angel and threw another fire wall at here then threw one at the now glowing wolf, but it bounced off. The fire wall hit Angle, she hit the ground face first and said"Ow.... That hurt.". "Daughter!!!"takes the firewall instead of her My body shifts and turns and my fur turns to a shadowy sleek black and Dark wigs appear from my back"I Believe that he did himself" Jake growled and threw a massive fire wall at the now winged wolf. Angle got up, she saw a fir wall on the ground that hadn't been used. She grabbed it and ran behind Jake, she threw the fire wall at Jake's but. Sneds it right back with a much greater force Jake doges both and flies down and picks up the unconscious jasmine. He flew outside the window and hovered outside of it. "Say goodbye to your little princess." he SIAD and dropped jasmine, and she hurled towards the ground below. "it's me or her" he SIAD and started flying away. Angle flew out of the window and went after Jasmin. Jasmine was falling faster while Jake flew over the forest and away from the castle. Angle was trying to get Jasmin, she had an Idea. She stopped flapping her wings and she started to fall faster. Angel is now feet from the ground. Jasmine groaned and opened her eyes. She saw that she was falling but didnthave enough strength to flap her wings. Jake was flying towards the prison. When he got there the guardians attacked, but he got pass them with ease. He opens the gates and let the creatures out. "Destroy the guardians"he SIAD. The animals roared loudly, and it echoed across the valley. A tear ran down Angle's face she flapped her wings and she started to fly, she swooped down and tried to get Jasmin. She caught her, finally. Jasmine was panting. She heard the roar. "Go... to. The prison" jasmine said hoarsely. Jasmine let out a howl to signal the other wolves. Angle nodded and put Jasmin down. She flew to the prison. When Angle was at the prison she saw all the monsters, they were put of their cages. Both of us land in front of the prison"You shall not escape!!!" We both howl so loudly the monsters tremble and step back into there cages and we both close them all"give it up Jake its over" Jake growled. "It's not over" he said and flew back towards the castle. He went under the castle and put an orb by it. The energy holding it up began to weaken and the castle shook. Jasmine and the king yelp as the castle shook. If it fell they died. "Darkos a little help" the king SIAD. Angle went after Jake, when she found him she tackled him and said"Stop it! Stop trying to kill Jasmin and the King!". Various grabs the orb and I bite makes neck when angel tackles him Jake kicked jasmine off and yelped when dark bit him. He flew away then waited. "You will pay you will all pay" he SIAD and flew away. The castle cave a giant rumble. Jasmine got the strength fly and flew up to the others. "We have to stop it from falling." she yelled over the rumble. "I shall give my power to save this place Angle flew went after Jake, she wanted to teach him a lesson. Grabs my daughters should"no.he's to strong for you....i don't want to lose you like I lost your mother...you are my child....""as hard as it is to believe Angel he is" Angle pushed Dark away and said"Get off of me! I don't ant to talk to you!". Places paw on angel and keeps her on the ground on her belly"I shall keep you here til you get common sense"walks in front of her and lays won"your like your mother.....she was warm-hearted and eager.... Your mother was a guardian.... I was a Guardian at the time... I fell in love with her.....then she had you..... But 2 months after you were born a group of Guardians who were Drunk caused a Ruckus....and they started a fire.....she died saving you and me.... I left you at an orphanage so you could escape this madness....but it came to you....like moths to flame" Angle tried to get from under the wolf that had wings. She glared at Dark and spit on him"Get this guy off of me!". "I shall not until you promise me on the post of your guardian ship that you will not go after Jake" "I can't promise that! I need to talk to him!" Angle said as she bared her fangs at her so-called "father" "please I'm asking this as your father.....if you still don't believe I'm your father as jasmines father" "GET OFF!! I NEED TO TALK TO JAKE!! DAMN-IT I DON'T NEED THIS CRAP!!" Angle said as she kicked her father. Presses down on her harder"I can't let you go it's a suicide mission...and ease your grip on her, I will kill you if you hurt her!" Angle winced and said"Get the hell off of me! You're not the boss of me! I NEED to talk to Jake damn it!". [we are doing good. "I Said as your father that you are not allowed to go after Jake!"my voice rumbles the building eases grip on angel a bit of jasmine looked at her father and he nodded. "Let her go" jasmine SIAD. "The rest of us are too weak and i doubt he'll listen to dark or you" jasmine SIAD Angle nodded and said"Yeah! I'm the strongest one right now! I need to talk to hi....something he said earlier puzzled me!". "Come my dear we need to see how much damage was done to the castle" jasmine said to her lover. B"Yeah, go with your girlfriend and get off of me!" Angle said. Lets her go and walks by jasmine and licks her cheek shall company you.... I won't let you go alone" "no brother. She must go alone. He will not give her chance to speak if she is with you" the king said. Jasmine nuzzled her love. "Fine....."nuzzles her back "we've got a lot of work to do" jasmine SIAD and her and the king started to road up the monsters. "Only a few left the rest are in the prison" jasmine gathered the last of the monsters and put them in the cells. "I hope we were right about angel dad" jasmine said sitting beside her father. "We are. She is a strong guardian and Jake would not try to hurt a new guardian all wolves respect that rule even Jake" the king said. Angle got up and said"Thank you.". Angle flew off into the detection that Jake went of too. Jake flew into a cave. He went to the back and pushed an only shaped stone and walked inside. It was empty and he laid sat down sharpened his claws "they will pay" he said to himself. Angle saw Jake fly into a cave she smiled slightly and flew to the entrance of the cave. She pushed the rock that Jake pushed SND the cave opened." Hello? Is anyone in here?" Angle asked. Jake heard the door open, and he growled at angel. He pounced on her but didn't do anything else. "Leave" he said. "No, I need to talk to you." Angle said. "I said leave" Jake yelled. His teeth were inches from her face. "No. You need a breath mint, your breath smells." Angle said. Jake growled at her" what do you want" he snapped. "There was something you said earlier it was weird, 'my little Angle' Why would you say that?" Angle asked. "Why does it matter to you" Jake growled. "No one has EVER called me that, why did you say that?" Angle said. "None of your business" Jake said and went back inside the room and closed the door. Angle stayed where she was at she knew Jake was hiding something, she stared at the door Jake went through. Jake sighed and opened the door. "Ill tell you if you promise not to tell those guardians. I don't want anyone trying to get me to go back to being good. " Jake said. "Uh sure..." Angle said as she leaned in closer. "When I was a teen about 14 I met a wolf that looked exactly like you. Her name was Silvia but I called her my little angel. One day when we were out for a walk some drunk guardians. They attacked us and I fought back, but they killed Silvia. You remind me of her so much you were both strong spirited and sweet." Jake said with his head towards the ground. "There you know now leave me b" he SIAD closing the door again. "You've met my mother?" Angle said in shock. no, this was a different Silvia" Jake said behind the door. "Oh, well are you sure you don't want to stop trying to kill the king and princess?" Angle asked. "Im sure" Jake said but he didn't growl at her this time. "Oh okay. Well I'll just go." Angle said as she turned around and flew off. Jake opened the door and walked out. He sat on the floor thinking about what angel had said. When Angle was back at the castle she fell to the ground and started panting, she was tired. Jake sighed. "She is right but I can't go back now" Jake said and lied down. Angle slowly walked into the castle. Jake took off ANF flew towards the castle. She saw angel going in. he speeds up. When Angle was in the ballroom she looked around and said"Where am I? Oh no, I'm lost.". Jake landed in front of the door angel had gone in and knocked on it. Angle heard someone knock on the door, she went to the door and opened it. She sighed and said"Hello?". Jake looked at her "you are right. I shouldn't hold a gauge. It is unhealthy." Jake SIAD. "So you're not going to kill the king and princess?" Angle asked. "No" Jake said with his head towards the ground. "Do you think they will let me come back" Jake said. "I don't know, they probably will." Angle said. "I guns we will see" Jake said as the doors opened to reveal them. Angle nodded and said"Yeah.". ---------- ((buffythevampireslayer12:)) "if they don't your welcomed to join the ranks as a Night wolf and hello Angel" Angle ignored her 'father' she didn't want to talk to him. The king and jasmine looked at Jake. Jasmine just looked away and walked over by angel. The king walked up to Jake. "What do you want" he said not angrily but not quiet nicely. Brother peace the is no need for anger walks by my love Jake bowed to the king."I wish to be forgiven. Angel told me it's not good for me to keep a gauge against people who had nothing to do with the problem. Please let me come back."Jake said. The king looked at Jake and said"I will think about it. Until I decided you can stay in one of the rooms upstairs in the castle. "He SIAD."are you sure we can trust him again. Jasmine said."I'm not but if he says angel got to him then we should give him a second chance. The king said. "Jake fallow me I shall lead you to your room. I wish to have a talk with you"nuzzles jasmine Jake said yes parkland followed him. Jasmine nuzzled him back in response. The king smiled now we should get a start on rebuilding what was damaged he SIAD. When out of the kings' ear way I whisper to Jake"If the king does not accept you back your welcomed to join my dark wolves alliance with the others"licks her cheek "it's not the king I'm worried about accepting me. He seems like hell give me another chance but i don't know how ill get the others must back. I was stupid to do what I did. Jake said following beside dark. "Mistakes are common even within the Guardians inner circle" but I missed up brigade said stile the royals powers with reminds me. Jake SIAD taking out the six orbs three contains jasmines three contained the kings. Can you give this to theme SIAD handing dark the orbs. Shakes head"it's not my place to interfere with the affairs of the Guardians unless it directly affects me or my people" ill give it to them alternate said putting the orbs back in their holders and continued to follow dark "Your intent was good but that doesn't make up for your actions....you Shall make it up to them, I shall be sure but when I'm not sure of" [Andrews can you join my shiver and wolves rain RP.]i know how I could make up for them. I will help rebuild the castle and I can do it by my self. it's the least I can do for them. Jake SIAD. "Actully there is a simpler way...... If you want them to trust you again You must Destroy Agar Umiak whole said. "Rebuilding the castle alone is suicide...but if you defeat the guardians greatest enemy you might have a chance of regaining your place......" but I can't defeat him. He is too powerful. don't you remember what happen to the guardians last leader. The one before jasmines father and your brother. Bt you ma be right I guess that would be the best way. Ill go. Stay here and make sure they don't know where I went Jake SIAD and flew out of the castle towards his lair. Grabs his wing "going alone would be suicide.....I talked with jasmines lover....he and I shall accompany you" then lets gone said. He was ready to redeem him self. w both get by you and take off Jake flew wit the others to the enemies lair. Both of us stand at the DGE of the castle you guys ready he SIAD stepping into the castle. Born for it"we face a big Wolf With Wings the color of Silver and Crimson"well well, well if it isn't the Dark wolves of Night and a Guardian" you've caused the guardians problems for to long it ends now" Jake SIAD. Laughs out loud "Do you really think you can be me Jake Saville?"both f us look confused how did h know his name? How do you know make growled. "Oh I think every father should know there child""WHAT?!?""WHAT?!!!? Whatjake SIAD" I am your father Jake.... Cathrine was my wife"Both Of us look dumbstruck your lying you aren't my fatherland growled. -As I walk in confused, right her this moment.- ---------- here* ---------- hey sorry to interrupt but do you guys play gaiaonline.com? [um I do uh why Oh really?then how do I know that you lived in the village Dray nor and when it was destroyed you moved to Marina with your Sister Kya" anyone could have found that out. If you are really my father then how did my mother Daisuke said not wanting to believe him "She died during the raid....she would have lived f not for the illness she had" Jake was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to redeem his self for the guardians but he couldn't kill his family. Angel was walking around the castle, she was lost. "Speachless my son?if you happen to defeat me without killing me I shall tell you were your Sister is how about that?" you know where my sister intake said. He was so sacked right then that he could barely get that out. Angle started to beat her head on the wall, she was tired of walking around the castle and being lost. "Yes she's.... I shall tell you when you defeat me" Jake nodded and jumped at his father attacking him. Sends to the ground in a blink of an eye"what is wrong son?your weaker than before.....don't think of me as your father....I never was much of a father anyway.... Treat me like an enemy" Angle was bored so she started running around the castle. She played slip and slide, she was sliding all over the place and saying"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!". Jake cleared his head and gave a low rumble. He wanted to find out where his sister was. He attacked again, and this time got on him and bit his arm. Winces slightly "that's more like it"snaps jaws at jake dogged the attack and bit his neck. "Burgh alright! I shall tell you were your sister is!" "Where"Jake said. "Paradise..." you mean she found take SIAD. Nods did she tell you how to get there or do you know. Jake asked. "I shall answer neither of those.... Your sister asked that i didn't" but I have to find her. Did she not want to be found. Jake said? "It's against the laws to inform anyone on the where about. But she did give me instructions on how to find it" can you tell make SIAD. "Not everything...but I will tell you this.....seek out the original four...they shall help you find paradise" [you mean the wolves from the show]how will I find theme SIAD. [I guess]"That I cannot say.....look into the guardians history and the Dark wolves history.... That might shed some light on your path" thank Bouaké said then turned to the others. Are you two just going to stand there or are we going to find my sister. "., ....""now that you mention it there was something in the Dark wolves history...... If I am placing this together correctly that last known place of the original four Was A place Called.... Um... Freeze City" hey I know where that is. let's go. Someone has to stay and tell the others where we are goingjake SIAD. He looked at jasmines lover. [COLOR="Cyan"]I doubt jasmine likes being away from you, and you should stay and protect her. Tell them where we went and not to follow us ok"[COLOR] Jake SIAD. Shakes head"I am coming with you either you like it or not......besides I doubt you know were a flower maiden" "well then how are the others going to know where we are."Jake SIAD. Angel saw the others she smiled and went running to them." I FOUND SOMEONE!!" Angel yelled as she ran to the others. Cocks head to side"I believe that you can tell them," "Where the hell have you guys been?! I was screaming for help the whole time I was locked in the damn closet! Someone or something locked me in it!" Angel yelled, she was pissed. "But I'm the one who has to go. I have to find my sister" Jake said. Jasmine was getting worried. The others were nowhere to be seen. "Is anyone listing to me?!" Angle said. [they aren't at the castle. ((Okay why doesn't anyone tell me this stuff until I make a fool of myself? :stare:)) [we figured you would see that if you would read back miss lazy lol joking] ((:talk hand: How did you know that my name was miss. Lazy???)) [ROFL lol i didn't. You said yourself you were to lazy to read back on teen city] ((Eh I know.... Well TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED PLEAS!!!:gonk:))) "And you're the one who has to inform the king on that there's a way to paradise.....if you don't I shall not inform you on were the flower maiden lies" Jake sighed your impossible. Fine ill go but hurricane SIAD and flew off towards the castle[someone else be the king I'm tired of being the king. [your king I cant be king I already have two characters and IL have more soon] ((Okay someone has to do something with angle!)) [fine]the king saw Jake coming. Jake landed "what news do you have Jake" "um we found a way to paradise" Jake SIAD almost out of breathe. The king gasped "really" he SIAD "yes dark and jasmines lover went to find the original four who went there. There going to find my sister" Jake SIAD. The king smiled. "I guess we should get you some water" he SIAD leading him to the kitchen. Walks inside with various Jake got some water. Jasmine looked over at angle. "Do you think hell be ok" she asked her friend.

The Guardian Wolf|rating:2.0

Learning the craft (frostsider and Carly)

(click. The sound of a pen could be heard as a very nervous young woman looked out from the train that was transporting to school. Aya Mizuki smiled as she looked down at the many people scurrying around on the streets below. How wondrous the city of Sheila was. It was the capitol of the Empire and from the Capitol spread the influence of all magic alike. The empire stood proudly not just for learning the arts but celebrating those who pursued that knowledge. Magic was both dangerous and amazing all at once, and it brought inspiration unlike anything else could. Add that magic stood as a deterrent towards demons who would wrought devastation, and it was pretty easy to see why it was a popular choice to become a mage. Magic Though was not so simple as learning either. It was diverse. You could become a healer, a alchemist, a knight of the magic order, or even someone who simply uses magic in their lives like a bookkeeper or a shop owner. That meant no two mages were always exactly alike. Each mage had an affinity with an element. Sometimes more if you were lucky. This affinity usually determines what sort of magic your able to learn the best. Aya knew she would find out hers at the school entrance exams. Her mother was a healer and had an affinity for earth magic. Her father had an affinity for fire magic and was a knight. Aya had always dreamed of following in her fathers footsteps but would not be sad if she was like her mother. The elements consisted of fire, water, earth, wind, shadow, light, and the very rare life magic. Each came with certain advantages or disadvantages as it were. Aya just hoped she had one. It was also a rare possibility to be mundane but AYA doubted she was that since it was like a one in a thousand odds. She simply clicked her pen again nervously as she thought about this and when at last she realized the train was stopping at her exit she almost fell out of her seat. She quickly got to her feet and grabbed her bag, red in the face as she went. Furthermore, she quickly exited the train and made her way towards the school grounds where other newcomers with dreams stood in a group. Each watched in wonder as student and teacher alike was coming and going and quite a few showing a spell or two as if it was second nature. Aya took a deep breath and joined them. Her eyes looking from student to student before taking a deep breath." Any idea which teacher is in charge of our group?" One student would ask. "Jodi Amber I think is what they said. Don't know who that is though." Another replied. Aya had never heard of a professor Amber before. Maybe she is new? Or maybe she is just not that well known. Either way Aya was curious to meet her. She quickly straightened her school skirt as well as white top. She than tapped her black show to the ground nervously as the sound of the bell chimed and the doors opened. School was about to begin and AYA gulped once more as she scanned for any sign of a teacher. (time arrived for all to enter class and many talked among themselves waiting for the teacher to arrive. And arrive she did, and she was far from ordinary. She had vivid purple hair and glasses and was very tall. She wore high-heeled boots and a bikini top for ample breasts but strangely and most shockingly of all she had an enormous cock and balls completely without hair which was just exposed for all to see. Furthermore, she walked into the room her skin mostly exposed, especially her giant cock, and then she talked in an frequent voice." Good morning Class I am Jodi Amber, most teachers would prefer to be called by their last name but although I am your teacher for magical reasons its best that we are familiar, as for at least one special student among you, I will be very familiar"She looked at the class and adjusted her glasses then continued"As you know Alum is the empires capital and life magic is the rarest of the schools of magic and highly sort after. I am a master of life magic, the only living one, and I seek to imbue others with magical affinity. As you can tell I have a giant penis and festivals. It is core to my magic and my magic is focused and controlled through my cock. Don't be alarmed about its size. Those that have more life magic have larger cocks like me and all are woman. Yes I know its strange, but the come of those with life magic can trigger people to gain a magical affinity. Furthermore my penis can cast spells, but it does need arousal to do so. It can magically enter vaginas and anuses to the hilt even small ones do magically widen and deepen to take me to the hilt." She stayed silent for a while to let the others in the class digest what was said then continued"I will pick one of you to be my apprentice, but all of you will have a chance to gain an affinity by drinking my come. I get aroused when people or beasts are aroused around me which makes my magic flow and peek. So we will start with each of you talking about what arouses you. Sex in this class is mandatory, especially with me. My cock has a name and that is Holly, it has its own personality and intelligence. I am its steward and it's an honor to serve its needs. Any questions before we begin" Jodi asked the class. There was quite a few sniggers and laughter from the various other students passing the freshman. They all knew that Jodi Amber was an unusual teacher who's methods were a bit unorthodox. For example one reason few knew about her outside of school was the fact that few liked to talk about her. The fact that she displayed her cock so freely as well as her crude behavior. The students were finding this out first hand. Aya gawked at her new teacher and her eyes fell to the cock that was jutting out so....lewdly from Jodi. Did all life mages have that between their legs? She was easily bigger than any male that Aya had seen. She shook her head trying her best to snap out of it just as those around her began to react." What do you mean sex is mandatory with you? You can't make us have sex with you!" One guy said while many others were nodding in agreement. The senior students smiled and shook their head. "Looks like Jodi Amber is going to lose out on recruits again this year." One said as many of the freshman began to glare at Jodi. "If we refuse? Do we transfer into a new class?" Another girl stated as Aya frowned. It was not that bad to be taught by one like Jodi right? Sure her methods we're...extreme, but she was not exactly being cruel. This was how she taught. A few of the boys were already turning to head towards the admin office to request a transfer. Aya wanted to walk forward. She wanted to say she was willing to try the lesson plan. Her own nerves were getting ahead of her. Damn her being shy! Aya thought to herself as she bit her lip and waited to see what Jodie would do in this crisis. Jodi shrugged then laughed "That was a test for you all, if you don't want sex with me that is fine you are free to leave and hope for magical affinity in a more humble way, my way is just more reliable and faster, but it's not for everyone. For those of you, many of the boys I see that don't want to participate in the program can leave and ask a transfer to the elementals classes. I see some of the girls are blushing and that is good, I do need women for my own purpose and as you can imagine that is sexual. And one of the women here will be my apprentice. The rest of what I told you is completely true." She sat with her legs parted and her penis bobbed. All the boys left the room and so did a few girls. What was left was about 6 girls all blushing different shades of red." Now the class is settled and those that are now here understand why I am with you lets begin. I want to hear you state your name, state what arouses you then ask any questions you like. You first" She pointed to Aya. Aya watched as one by one people began to leave to transfer out. By the end of this there was only five other girls besides Aya. She took a deep breath as she glanced around. The other girls were like her. Each one was blushing and whimpering as they would glance towards their teacher. Jodie was quite an intimidating person. This was further proven when she pointed to Aya first and told her to introduce herself. Her eyes widened and she went white in the face before blushing crimson. "I-I'm Aya Mizuki. I am 19 years of age, and I am here with the hope of becoming a knight like my father." She said. Her heart was beating in her chest and Aya wondered if she was going to faint from the heat she was feeling. She took another deep breath.or tried to.and exhaled. W-what arouses me... I guess I am into both guys and girls? I guess I have dreamt about being watched in those naughty dreams you get sometimes. But besides that I haven't really had much luck in the sex department." Aya said before nervously looking around. The fact that she was still a virgin and admitted this was a bit shocking for the others. Most of the girls still there had sex and the one that did not had popped her cherry with a dildo. Aya looked away." As for questions are we going to check our affinities first? The ones we are born with?" She asked as she was starting to feel all eyes on her and the fact that she was nervous was not lost on the other girls. To them Aya was some nervous little girl trying to play mage. Aya did not want to prove them right. So she once more did her best to calm herself down. Then she looked to Jodi and locked eyes with her. "I'm eager to find out mine and to learn from you Lady Jodi." Aya said before she began to shake ever so slightly. "Very good Aya!" Miss Amber seemed pleased and then asked the other girls the same question. Most didn't speak and seemed just to stare at Miss Amber's cock and forgot to say their name but Jodi didn't seemed surprised. As those that did talk did, Holly bobbed about and Jodi watched it as if there was some rapper between them. As if her cock was talking to her somehow." Now that introductions have done it's time for you all to watch some assorted porn while Holly focuses on the scents your vaginas make, she can tell things while arousal is happening. If you do have a need to touch yourself please do so as it will help what is to come. For that to happen I want all of you to take off your panties while I set up the projector"Without further ado Jodi went to the back of the class and assembled a projector then folded out a screen at the front of the class before returning to the projector and turning it on. Soon porn of all sorts was being displayed on the screen the moment the lights went out. The porn was very crude and displayed all sorts of sexuality, strangely what was shown mostly though was Fulani with women as well as bestiality porn, Aya could not help but notice her question become ignored by her teacher. She also noticed that the other girls did not divulge as much information and that some just stared at the cock that was Holly. Why did she name her cock? What did she mean it talked to her and even had powers and the like? So many questions swam in her head and she found herself sitting down and slowly pulling out a bottle of water to drink and calm her nerves. But the class was far from over. In fact this was just the very beginning of the day! What a way to start the year with a bang! Aya thought with a smile. This year was going to be fun and wild if anything else. She watched Jodie turn the lights off and put up her projector. Then she watched as her teacher explained they would be watching porn while her cock senses things about them. Aya watched with interest as the porn began to play, and she noticed more FTA like their teacher on screen as well as some bestiality. From pets to summoned creatures to even hybrids that were grown in a lab, there were all kinds of interesting things. Unfortunately it became apparent to Aya that some of the other girls weren't as turned on by the bestiality but the FTA women helped a little. Aya on the other hand did not mind. If anything she glanced over to Holly and Jodie as she spread her legs ever so slightly and began to tease, touching herself through the panties alone. She was the only one truly touching herself. The others were simply watching to see if they saw something that turned them on. Aya wondered if her teacher would do that to her and a part of her wondered if she was a slut for having such thoughts. Did knights have thoughts like these? Jodi stopped the projector and when went in front of the class before talking "I am proud that all of you sat through that, Holly did fathom many things, and I am sorry I have not answered all your questions, but today was just the beginning" Jodi then passed out porn mags to each of the students and sure enough they were the ones that most suited their kinks." Go home and read through the magazines I have given you, touch yourself in private and look to expand your sexual desires, note that Fulani and bestiality arouses help the most, those with the most affinity will be my apprentice, but I will awaken affinities in you all. Tomorrow the true sex begins, but I will start slowly. That will be all for today, return tomorrow at 9 am sharp Class dismissed." Holly bobbed up and down frantically and Jodi stared and it mumbling, having a dialog with her appendage. The girls looked at the pen mags and then back to her as they listened. They were being sent home early today? That was unusual was it not? It was only going to be lunchtime soon. Still who were they to say no as most would gladly head out to explore the campus. Porn be damned. It could wait for them. Aya on the other hand stared at the porn and then slowly adjusted herself. She was the only girl soaking truly. She pulled her skirt back down and carefully stood on shaky legs. Furthermore, she glanced once more to Holly and to Jodi who seemed to be speaking before hugging the mags and walking forward." Jodi may I ask you a question. What are some good places to eat or explore on this campus? Also, where would be a good place to look at these mags in private? My parents may not understand.and well I do want to enjoy them if I can." Aya said blushing as she did so. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took until she glanced up to Jodie once more. Why was she growing wetter being so close to her? Was it holly? Was she doing something to her? It excited her and made her curious. She had never been this wet before. Something was awakening in her that she had never known, and it was all Jodie's fault. She bit her lip. As some of her arousal was starting to travel down her thighs and make it clear she was masturbating in class during the movie just as her teacher had instructed her to do. "I'm glad you stayed behind to talk to me Aya. Holly fathomed a lot from the scents of the women's cunts that were watching the porn. You responded best to Fulani and bestially porn. Both is vital to be my apprentice, and you fit the bill perfectly. I choose you, well holly does, so I do also"Miss Amber smiled and stroked Aya's hair. "We can walk to my place and you and look at the porn there, and I can answer your questions, and we can get more acquainted. I am sorry I forgot to answer your questions before, holly was busy understanding scents of your vagina when you were talking, so I wasn't really paying attention. Will you be comfortable coming back to my place for the rest of the day ? It's only your class I teach" Aya looked at her as things went to a place she did not think it would. She had no idea what was about to happen, or that Holly was in fact choosing her to be the apprentice. Aya let her gaze travel to the cock before her and she felt her mouth water a little before slowly reach out and holding it a little. "I would be honored to be your apprentice. Both of yours." Aya said quickly pulling her hand away and blushing knowing she just touched her teacher without asking for permission. She looked back to Jodie in a shy demure as she bit her lip. Jodie wanted her to come over to her place for the rest of the day. Well it was not like she would be going anywhere else. So what harm could happen if she did give her teacher what she wanted?" I don't see why not? I trust you. Furthermore, I believe you to be quite smart Jodie despite what those mean boys earlier said about you. Furthermore, I know you know about my father since I told you, so I know you won't put me in danger, so I think it will be fine. Furthermore, I will need to get something to eat though. Furthermore, I'll need my strength if I am to enjoy your reading material." She said with a slight giggle as she found her word play kind of funny. Though she did wonder how Holly would go about getting more acquainted with her. Just in what way was she getting used to Aya's scent? That was an interesting question and one she intended to find the answer to. She smiled before turning. "After You Lady Jodie. I'll follow you. I'll be happy to learn whatever you have to teach me." She said as she hoped that would at least make her happy. After all so far Aya was the only one to be this accepting and eager to learn. She was also the one who was the most turned on by her teacher and the kinks her teacher mentioned. Made her wonder what Jodie would want to show her next. 'I have some leftover dinner from last night you can have at my place. Come follow me" The two left the classroom and Jodi locked it before they both walked perhaps two blocks to a house of moderate size but maintained well. Jodi opened the door and ushered Aya into the living room, sitting beside it was a kitchen and Jodi quickly saw to heating up food for the young woman." You do have two affinities Aya which is very rare, you do have wind and some life magic but being my apprentice I will change your life magic to complement mine. It is my prerogative, Holly knows you're a virgin, and that is sweet but not for much longer." As Jodi served Aya her meal Jodi seemed distracted again, having a conversation with Holly. Holly bobbed about constantly and Jodi listened to it. This went on for some time before Jodi looked up"Now for your questions, I am ready now, and I know you may have a few" Aya followed, and she looked at the house as they arrived. "What a nice cozy house you have. Not as big as some but I prefer the warmth of this place to the airy emptiness of those others." She noted before following inside and she listened. Two affinities! Well that was a surprise. She never would have guessed she would have wind magic and life. That was rare to even have life but wind as well. She could not remember if she ever heard a life mage having other affinities. Usually that was not the case. She slowly looked to it, and she bit her lip as Holly bobbed, and she looked so tasty. Still Aya did not interrupt at all. Instead, she simply waited. When at last she was given the ok to talk she opened her mouth and asked. "Isn't it rare for a life mage to have a second affinity? I never heard of that before. And secondly what will happen to me should you...you know." She said as she knew the teacher had just said she would be AYA's first. Aya was a knight's daughter, so there was some honor to holding her purity till marriage. Well what daddy doesn't know won't hurt him right? She would just not tell anyone what was going to happen. Aya trusted in Jodie and in turn she was trusting in AYA to be a good student. "I mean you said your cock does things to us if you...you know. What can and will do?" Aya asked. It was a simple question and yet one that needed to be asked. Jodie would not mind, would she? Aya hoped not. She needed these answers. Though maybe her answers being few might win her some points. Add that she was still wet from earlier and AYA hoped that Jodie would take things slow as a kindness. "I will take your virginity soon, Holly cant stop talking about your privates, and she is begging for it and what she wants is important, without listing to her, I would be nothing. My come will infuse your life magic and change it into arousal for beasts, this is important and Holly's come will change your body to give off scents that arouse them, your body will be a gift to male mammals sexually as well as for Holly, this is what Holly wants and what she wants is a command"Jodi poured herself a brandy and another for the student. 'Holly is your master now, and we both are her servant I will write a letter to your family informing them of this, and you need to understand that the needs the sexual needs of male mammals and Holly is your duty and destiny. You will be doing class demonstrations and Holly will take your virginity in front of the class before she does the other women, Tell me how do you feel about anal sex ? Holly wants this also" Aya listened again some more before biting her lip. So she was to be turned into a woman in need of mammals for sex as well as Holly. She was to be Holly's servant. Her scents would change as Well as her own needs. It made sense, but it still was unknown to her, so her mind could only try to fathom what that meant. "I.understand. May I ask about my own dream to become a knight? Will Holly allow me to pursue that still?" Aya asked innocently as she slowly began to feel wet once more, and she slowly began to touch herself without her even realizing it. The thought of anal had never crossed her mind but if that is what Holly wants than would it truly be so bad? After all what if Holly could make her dreams come true? Who was she to deny the cock before her. Sure it is supposedly talking to Jodie was a bit odd but maybe in time she would come to talk to AYA too. "I would be open to it. I do not see Why not as long as you are gentle with me. I'll be whatever Holly needs me to be. But May I ask what it is you'll be teaching me? And will you bare with me and my shyness? I may be shy when you show me to the class. Though something tells me I might want Holly to myself. I don't know. I have never felt that way before. Furthermore, I do mean ever." Aya said as her eyes went back to it and she spread her legs showing off a pair of frilly white panties that she wore. "You can be a knight in partial. You will not be far from holly, so we can travel with knights while you sexually service their stallions mules, donkeys ox and bulls and hunting dogs and the likes. This would be a good service. The first thing Holly wants you to do is to remove your panties and never wear them again. You will not have periods anymore so you will not have to worry about that business but holly will ensure your privates are magical, and you will be able to take holly as well as the larger beasts to the hilt. People will know you exist for hollies needs as well as male beasts cocks as you will be doing so in front of many. This helps holly as those that watch will be aroused and increases hollies power. Your bust will also grow, and those wanting life magic will feed from you."" The wind magic you have will also change to complement your life magic, the wind magic will form a force to keen you positioned in place for male beasts as well as hold you up when the need arises. Holly will do you vaginally and anally tomorrow morning in front of the class but now she will take you regularly, this is a great honor, you will please holly and many beasts, one benefit to hollies come being absorbed is that you will not age, ever, and you will have luck on your side, but your nature will be to serve your mistress - do feel free to touch her however you will and whenever you will also, this helps the bond between you both"" Aya could not believe what she was hearing. Holly was going to let her be a knight but not quite in the same way as her father. She would be more of a sex slave for the animals that the knights rode in on. This in turn only made her grow wetter which confused Aya a little. Still she did not argue her new position at all. Instead, she seemed to nod as more was explained. She would grow to have a bond and the things that would change would be for Holly's benefit. Bigger tits? That was fine with Aya as she always wondered what having a bigger bust would be like. Being unable to age? It meant she would serve her new mi stress for as long as Holly wanted her to. Oh, the fun this might yield." I see. I understand." Aya said as she slipped off the panties and tossed them revealing her unshaven virgin hole. Her eyes looking to Holly before smiling. "Is their anything holly wants me to do tonight? I mean I am here. Surely I can do something to thank her for being so kind to her apprentice." Aya said flushing as she was trying to be bold. Truth was she was nervous of doing the wrong thing for them. "So than will I be dressing differently for my new position? I mean it sounds like I'll be Barnard ready for whatever wants me. Maybe retchless armor so I can be mounted. I know they will deem me the meat slut knight Aya. It might turn me on Though. To be Holly's and not care what others think of me." "Try to touch her with both hands when we talk, the more you touch, the more scents from holly can change you. I am very glad you are accepting these things because if you did refuse Holly would have no choice but to force you, it is your destiny to be hollies servant but I am hollies servant too"Jodi looked very pleased and patted Alas head affectionally like she would a puppet "Try and stare at holly when you talk to me, its only polite, she is in control she is the mistress and we both do her bidding. She has chosen you with is a great honor and I also want you to live with me, being close to holly, I do have several dogs in the backyard which will do you soon, your first time with them should be in class though so the other women can see, your nature will increase the magic of holly and her d'demands are the highest because we could hope for."without asking Jodi touched Alas snatch "wet and warm and ready, this is to be your new normal. Your internals will change to please cock and not for reproduction and come from beasts and holly will sustain you, you will drink from cocks and absorb come vaginally and anally and become more attuned to their needs anally and vaginally""Wear something that will turn the other girls on please and only high heels from now on also. Do you any other questions for the moment?' Aya looked at her with an open mouth before nodding. So she would no longer be able to have children. Well that was not the end all be all, but it did slightly sadden the young female. Holly seemed like a monster though. Slowly the words were changing to more demands and in a way AYA was worried that she was nothing more than a toy for the FTA before her. That was what she was asking for right? No question about it. Aya thought as she took hold of Holly with both hands but softly and feeling her fit the first time. Holly feet like power in her hands and it made AYA shiver. "Yes Jodie. Only heels. No more panties. Something to turn the other girls on...wait why? Why would they need to be turned on by me?" Aya asked as she looked up while her hands began to move ever so slightly but only out of reaction. She had never given a hand job before, but she was sure she would learn from Holly soon enough. Holly seemed fixated on making AYA her pet slut and for some reason AYA feet like giving in a little. Was it going to be so bad to be fucked like some toy? She would enjoy it wouldn't she? Aya was not Sure about anything but the future was not foretold. At least not yet anyway. That meant Aya had every reason to simply stay the course for now. "I mean. I'm confused. I thought this was for you. How can I turn the others on when its clear they are only into cocks? I mean I don't have one so..." She said. "Others being turned on seeing you PLEASE cocks and be pleased by cocks also increases hollies power, all arousal nearby, be it men woman or beasts aid hollies power my young apprentice" Jodi said in a lecturing tone she purred, pleased with the touch of her apprentices hands"you will receive pleasure for your service, and your life magic will allow you to feel what phalli nearby feel, so by pleasant them you please yourself. I being a master life mage can feel what your pussy feels" as Jodi talked she massaged Alas snatch "So this is nice for both of us""Did you want to meet the male dogs you will be shortly doing ? Letting them smell your snatch helps them bond with you and will make them aroused so you can see the size of the cocks that will do you later" Aya opened her mouth and then closed it. Everything was changing so quickly. Was she just some play thing now? Did she not have the right for anything for herself? It was as if Holly was now taking everything from her and dictating what she was allowed to have. "I do like the idea Jodie of pleasing Miss Holly, but I wish that she would allow me to remain able to have my own goals. I will gladly serve her, but I am unsure if I can simply reduce myself to a mindless piece of ass...sorry for the crude reference Jodie." She said blushing as she realized what she had said before she was able to take it back. She put her head into her hands and shook her head trying to clear her thoughts as she was worried that the FTA before her might take offense. Furthermore, she had to say something. Hell she had to do something to make Jodie see reason. Maybe she could reason with holly and get the...entity to allow her to keep her hopes alive. Did it pity she sought from Holly? Maybe." I will happily become your apprentice and even do things for Holly. You have my word. But I beg of you. The dream to be a knight and follow my father's footsteps has been something I have wanted to do since I was a little girl. You see my father is getting older and soon won't be able to continue serving the king of the empire. I just want to make him proud Jodie. I don't want to see him sad or let down by his little girl. It is all he talks about. How his own daughter is going to his pride and joy. That he can praise me to his friends and the order he serves. Please do not make me ruin that for him. He deserves to be happy and proud of me. Please, Lady Jodie. I'll do anything." She said as she reached out and slowly looked up to the FTA once more with pleading eyes as her hands grasped at Holly and began to stroke her. "I promise you I'll serve, but you must let me become a knight and not bring shame to the knights whom my father is commander of." Aya knew her words might fall on deaf ears, but she had to try. If anything at least she tried. She did not want to give up and lose hope that Jodie was a good person. Hell even Holly could not be that cruel right? To take away the one thing that Aya had been striving for all her life. Jodi looked to Holly as Holly bobbed about talking to Jodi in the way they strangely did as if debating the idea of Aya becoming a knight. After a few minutes Jodi looked up and smiled"If you are doing this to please the world, what holly has in mind for you is better, but Holly has come to a decision to let you be a knight and fight as long as you please the stallions they ride afterward. The stallions are the unsung heroes of war and do need to be rewarded. So will you agree to this compromise?" Holly bobbed up and down in pulses to Aya's touch and seemingly excited with the new developments. Jodi drunk from her glass while Aya played with Holly, and for the first time Aya heard a voice in her head. A woman's voice ..." Hello Aya, I am Holly, I can talk directly into your mind now that you have agreed to be Jodie's apprentice and my servant. Please understand I am an incarnation of life, that of primal lust. I am a goddess that can effect many things, and as we speak I am changing your affinities to suit your purpose. You can talk directly with my when touching me, and your touch has bonded us. Please understand that although these changes are startling and the demands are considerable, your service is will be rewarded. Is there anything in particular you want to do as a knight - and does the condition Jodie mentioned acceptable to you?" Her eyes went wide as Holly began to speak with her. The conditions she had made were of course reasonable considering she was compromising with Aya on this subject. Aya was not going to be a pain in the ass. She wanted Holly to be happy but being a knight was of course important to her as well. She listened to Holly before quickly nodding. "Of course your conditions are reasonable. I will gladly service the horses as well you my goddess whenever you desire. You do not know how much this means to me, I assure you. You have made me a very happy woman and I promise you I will do my best to serve you to the best of my ability as a thank-you. Of course, I will be serving our king and fighting on the front lines should my presence be called upon. But do not worry. My oath to you will always be in the forefront of my mind and my actions." She said before biting her lip hoping that declaration was good enough to prove that she was in fact serious about all of this." What I want to do as a knight? Well I have always wanted to follow my father and one day become Commander just like him. I know it's a tall task, but it is what I have always wanted. I know that my affinities might not be perfectly suited for such a role, but I am a dedicated person to my goals and will work harder towards that outcome. Of course my duty as your apprentice will never change. You see my father has a contracted mage named Garrick. He supports and councils my father. Should I become Commander I will need one as well? I can make Jodie my contracted mage and therefore continue to be her apprentice behind closed doors. I will still be able to serve you evener than. Though from what it sounds like my body is going to get very curvy.which turns me on since I have always been a tomboy. I will still need to keep up my physical training and continue to be the best warrior I can in addition to honing my magic for combat and defensive purposes. Just like my father. I hope my explanation is acceptable my lady Holly." Aya said. Holly bobbed up and down in agreement as Aya talked." Then it is settled, you can become a knight as long as you continue to service my best interests. Your affinities were awoken by me, so mostly your affinities will be tuned to service my primal desires and that of male mammals, but secondly I will allow you to use them to fight"Jodie finished her drink then rolled a spliff took a long drag then passed it to Aya"You're dealing with this quite well I must say Aya. I am impressed with you. There is a bed in the door opposite the kitchen rest now for tomorrow I will take your virginity in the classroom in front of the other students so they can see Holly in action"Holly bobbed about in agreement a few times before Jodie ushered Aya to her bedroom." I will call your parents and explain the situation truthfully, so they understand your commitments and what Holly expects. Holly is known to them and her importance in being a master life mage is known to all. She is very important, and they will understand"-----The next day ... Jodi arrived early the next day in the classroom, letting Aya appear in her own time as well rested as could be. When Aya arrived late for class Jodie welcomed her with a smile while holly bobbed up and down dancing in anticipation"Today Holly will take Aya Vaginally and Anally in front of you all. This is Aya's first time being a virgin, but she is my chosen apprentice, and does need to be used to public displays of passion. Aya will you walk to the center of class and remove your clothes and assume the position for Holly's sake as well as your own" Aya nodded. "Thank you, Mistress Holly. You have been very understanding of me and I very much appreciate it. Tomorrow you will not be disappointed. I promise you that. I will do my best to serve the needs of your divine will. Furthermore, I just hope that I am good enough to meet every one of your needs and desires." she said as she bowed to Holly and smiled knowing her life was changing extremely and that no longer would anything be the same for her in her eyes. She just hoped her father would not take it too badly. But if Holly was righter than things would work out since her parents seemed to know about holly and what she was. That put Aya at ease. "Well to be honest I am very nervous. But I am excited to finally hear my calling and that despite my request my goddess has not denied me my lifelong passion. She really cares and that alone eases me. I trust in her as well as you that neither will desire to do me harm." Aya explained as she slowly moved to kiss holly and then proceeded to follow Jodie to her temporary bedroom for the evening. The next day came faster than she thought and Aya gulped as she got up and then headed back to her apartment that the school allowed her to have for being a student. She changed into a new uniform and then ate breakfast. She than tried her best to ease her nerves before heading out and towards the classroom. Furthermore, she was late, and she knew it but for some reason Jodie did not seem at all worried about it. Instead, she simply announced to the class what was about to happen. She blushed as Jodie asked her to undress, and slowly she began to undress revealing her lace panties and bra that she thought was cute before biting her lip. "Should we begin with foreplay Jodie?" she asked wondering what sort of things Jodie had in mind before slowly slipping her bra off and showing that her breasts were slightly swollen looking. She than slowly and reluctantly pulled her panties down and showing her unshaven bush and unused slit. As Aya assumed the position holly bucked up and down frantically. "I'm afraid for this session we will be foregoing foreplay for one core reason. Aya is my apprentice and that means she will be used sexually by male mammals, they don't do foreplay and Aya did \need to get used to this. Foreplay is fine at other times but for this classes' lesson it is inappropriate."Jodi eased Aya onto all fours then eased hollies head onto the outside of Alas snatch. With a soft push her folds parted, and as Jodi pushed further her folds parted even more, inhumanly so. "Behold the power of Holly, but also know that Aya's vagina and anus will do this for large beasts. Holly has changed her affinities to allow this but come from Holly will make the changes permanent." Jodi then thrust in and out, and inch by inch holly entered Alas cunt." I feel her hymen, now I will do what holly desires"With a strong push AYA's hymen was broken, and Holly then eased more inches into the girl and thrust back and forth.The class gasped and gathered around to watch. Holly four feet in length and eight inch girth eased itself into Aya, and as each inch submerged into the woman Jodi squealed in delight. "Aya will get used to holly, but this first time, her first time is important for the class to witness. She was a virgin and responded well to FTA porn and beast porn which made her hollies choice." After which Jodie grasped Alas hips and then thrust quickly and sure enough all four feet of Holly's enormous girth pounded into Alas sweet wet snatch. Aya bit her lip as she was told that foreplay would never happen. That she was not allowed to get used to it since she would always be taken roughly. A part was excited for this and a part of her worried that she would die young if that was the case. Yet here she was getting on all fours and looking at her classmates. She knew she looked like a whore and that thought was probably going through their heads right now. Still despite all of this Aya did not stop herself. She would give herself to holly and all that she desires. Aya had made her peace with her choice. She closed her eyes and calmed her nerves as best she could as she feet the head of holly press against her folds.Then she fat Jodie push into her slowly as she began to feel herself being stretched to accommodate the enormous meat being fed into her tight snatch. Holly was way too big, Aya thought. Yet nothing seemed to rip. Well that was until her hymen was destroyed and Holly bottomed out. Aya screamed out loud and her hands became fists as Jodie was relentless. She could feel blood seeping down her leg as Holly was crushing her womb with each push into Aya. "Fuck fuck fuck....it hurts." She cried as tears ran down her face. Yet underneath it all a small amount of pleasure was there. The small amount of pleasure Aya was experiencing grew, and soon it was matched by another feeling. Aya began to feel what Holly was feeling also - magically. It seemed her magic was being used to experience the pleasures cocks doing her felt. At this Jodi mentioned this to the class and stated it was Holly's power that was changing Aya to suit Holly's needs and that this was the first step. The class crowded around Aya and started touching her as Holly was rammed further into the young woman. The pounding didn't cease buy Aya's pain lessened and pleasure grew in her. Soon it was juts pleasure but a very crude kind, and still Jodi force more and more inches of her four-foot-long cock into Aya"She is a good little bitch isn't she" Jodi gasped to which the class agreed. "Feel free to milk Aya, she should be lactating soon class - touch her wherever you like while I pound some sense into her snatch" Aya eyes went wide as she looked back. The words of the teacher were spurring her on and her ass seemed to show it. Just how big was she? Aya feet like she could feel Holly reaching her stomach already, and it frightened her but at the sane time it turned her on so much. Holly was already changing her and as her breasts began to leak milk she gabled in pleasure. "Yes please milk me. Drink from me. It's my duty to serve. Right my goddess holly?" She gasped as another moan forced its way out of her and filled the room. She was soaking, and she closed her eyes as her first orgasm began to build. To her, it was an intense pressure building up inside of her, and she was not quite sure what it was. Yet at this point she did not truly care either. All she could focus on was the giant meat forcing its shape into her insides. She wanted to kiss and make love, but instead she was left with being fucked like an animal. "Yes use me Lady Holly. Make me yours. Show these students what real pleasure. Shit this is better than anything I have ever imagined. Just how did You make it feel so good? Tell me everything lady Holly. Tell me how to serve you and let my doubt never return." She said in delirium as her eyes fogged over and rolled BACO a little. She was losing herself to this. The sight of a knight to be no longer clear and instead replaced with the look of a slutty toy.

Learning the craft (frostsider and Carly)|rating:2.0

Spring break

Ooc: is it spring break? oh, yes I think it is, and although I just came back from mine, I think I should at least have a thread going to make it feel like it isn't over. So here's the deal, the setting is Cancun, and it's spring break, I don't think I have to draw too much of a picture for you to figure out what it's going to be like lol. So use your imagination and have fun with it. As for my character-Name: Shira Greengage: 18Height: 5'5Weight: 125 lbs. Hair: Strawberry blonde, soft curls just past her shoulders School: Boston University IC:Shira walked out of her hotel room in the early afternoon letting the sun warm her body. She took a deep breath of the hot air. She reminded herself to thank her friends for forcing her on this trip. Originally she was going to go back home to New York to play lazy college student with no life for a week, but her friends wouldn't hear it. Basically it took a month of bitching and moaning from Adana and Elise for her to finally give in. She knew she wouldn't hear the end of it if she didn't go. Walking down to the beach took about 3 minutes their room was so close. The beach was swarming with college students laying in the sun, walking around, and standing at the bar due to the reduced alcohol age limit. She walked along the beach for a bit finding a good spot to sit in her beach chair. She slipped out of her cut off shorts and her bright green halter to reveal an olive green bikini. After applying some lotion she sat in her chair and watched a group of boys playing volleyball on the beach a few feet away. My Character:Brian Jensen20 yo Student6'0", 135 lbs. Blond hair, brown eyes Toned, Athletic bodySingleBrian was one of the guys playing volleyball on the beach. He enjoyed glancing over at the fit young women in bikinis while the ball was dead. Shira stretched her arms over her head. Noticing a white object moving very quickly towards her, she quickly moves her hands to catch it. She stood up with the volleyball she caught and moved towards the guys. With one hand on her hip and one hand cradling the volleyball as if she were holding a tray she looked at the group." Can I play?" She asked. "Uh, yeah! You can be on our team." Brian said, sheepishly, as he was getting hard under his red swim trunks. The other guys were all staring at her sexy feminine figure. The two teams already had an equal number of players, so one team now had to have an extra player, but no one made a big fuss out of it, especially since it was a hot girl. "Sweet" Shira said grinning, "I'll take setter if that's ok, I'll leave the spiking to you guys." The guys shook their head in agreement, and they got to playing. Shira continuously set up perfect spikes for their team, her background playing throughout high school made it easy for her to keep up with the guys in the game. She even made a few aces. Shira was back peddling after the ball trying to get to it when she knocked into Brian behind her who as also trying to get to it. Both of them fell to the sand with the volleyball hitting the ground causing them to lose that round. 'Are you OK?' Brian asked as they were on the ground. 'I'm sorry I was in your way of getting that ball'. His eyes were often on Shira's cleavage as she was on her stomach looking up at Brian. 'Damn, it sucks that we lost that round. But we can get it back together. C'mon, let's go get 'em.' David Michelson:Name: David Michaelmas: 21Height: 6'5"Weight: 190 lbs. Like Brian, David has a very toned body, and very tanned. David was nearing professional status as a beach volleyball player, just trying to find the right partner. This was his senior year, and he vowed to have a great time on this trip! I watched as the girl caught the ball. It was hard to miss the tight-fitting olive green bikini she was wearing as she held the ball on her hip. I half expected her to say, "Let me play, or you won't get the ball back." Needless to say we all happily obliged her request, kicking the Bowman off the team, so she could play. I was manning the net. I was startled to see with what precision she handled the ball, setting us up on every play, knowing exactly how to read the other team's defense. Her digs were extraordinary, but her sets classified her as a ringer. It was obvious that she had played before. Unfortunately, we can't all be perfect on every single play. I watched the ball go between the girl, and Brian. They both hit the sand hard. I ran over to ensure they were both okay. Brian was getting up." You guys okay?" I couldn't help but be awe stricken watching the girl in the bikini wipe the sand off her arms and legs, finally brushing the particles off her well stacked breasts." Hey great try." I offered her my hand. "David. David Michaels. You ready to get' em back?" 'Yeah, I'm fine', Brian told David as he was getting up off the sand. As David was helping her up, Brian now noticed the tight sexy ass that Shira had. 'Let's play another round', he said. David Michael shook Brian's hand vigorously, then offered my hand to the other girl. "I'm David. What's your name?" She told me it was Shira Green." Hmm," I thought to myself, "Green ... green bikini ... easy enough to remember!"" Nice to meet you Shira. You've played before, haven't you?" She blushed somewhat, admitting that she had been a starter in high school. "Great," I beamed. "Then you're familiar with the signals, right?" She nodded. "Okay, watch my back, and I'll tell you where to serve it to." This was great. A knowledgeable player, a female to boot, and she'd be staring at his muscular ass as he put his hands back there to signal the shot! "Shira Green" she replied shaking Dave's hand. "I'm ready to go kick some ass." She grinned. This round Shira started out serving. While standing getting ready to serve she quickly glanced and the guys and their toned bodies. Damnshe thought won't get to see that in Boston for a while. She aced her first serve but missed the second being a little low. She got into position for defense and waited for the next serve. "Don't worry about it, Shira," Brian said, as he noticed her looking around at the other guys. The ball was served over as Brian hit it back. It eluded everyone on the other side and fell untouched. David Michaels"Rotation," I called out, bringing Shira who had just served, up next to me while Brian served the ball. I took the brief opportunity to let my eyes linger over Shira's body as she stood next to me. God! She was hot! I definitely needed to get to know her better. Brian served the ball which was dug out, over the net to Shira. She set it for me perfectly, giving me plenty of room to spike it down in front of the guy who had just made the dig, trying to scurry to his feet. "Point," I yelled, slapping high-fives with Shira. "Great set!"(Hmm that could be taken two ways!) "Why thank-you!" she replied making a brushing motion on her shoulder giving a piece-of-cake look towards Dave. She winked at him and threw the ball to Brian. "Let's go BRI, ace it this time alright?" she said to him. She lifted her arms and stretched out her body then bent down and touched the ground stretching the back of her legs. She stood up and adjusted her bathing suit getting ready for the next serve. 'Nice play, Shira!' Brian said. He loved a sexy woman that knew how to play sports. He was trying to fight himself from getting hard in front of everyone. On the next play, the ball was served, and was hit back to Brian's team. Brian and Shira converged once again as the ball was coming down. Brian wound up hitting it, as they both jumped up going after the ball. After the ball left his hands, his left arm accidentally brushed across Shira's breast as they were coming down. The ball once again fell untouched.' Oh, I'm sorry!' Brian apologized, embarrassed and worried what she would think. He really wanted to get to know her and be friends. He started to blush. She felt Brian's arm brush against her breasts and noticed his embarrassed reaction. She giggled slightly, "no worries" she said reassuring him. Furthermore, she gave him a small cocky grin and walked back to her spot. Furthermore, she looked back at Brian. "Just, watch where you're going next time." She said with a wink. David Michaels"Hey guys," I hollowed over to them. "Listen for the call-out. We have to get the ball back." I couldn't help staring at Shira just before the botched play, stretching to touch her toes. Her ass was on full display, nice, round, firm, and very tight! It was getting hard to concentrate on the game. Shira nearly knocked me backwards, watching her brush the sand off her tits again. God this was one sexy sports chick! They finished the round winning by a landslide. Shira rubbed her shoulders feeling the tightness in her muscles. She hadn't played in a while so she didn't have the same stamina she used to. "I don't know about you guys, but I think I'm feeling the hot tub right about now." She said turning towards the guys. "What do ya say?" IOC: I'm going to bed now, but I'll be back on tomorrow. Brian was relieved that Shira didn't take that 'encounter' the wrong way. He was starting to get fatigued in the hot sun. 'I have to go take a break now', he said to everyone. He was visibly tired. David Michael got the ball back and had to rotate again. Now Shira was playing the center net, between Brian and me. We only needed one more point for the win. Jerry, the server sent it deep. The ball came right back to Shira who set it straight up in the air. Knowing that either Brian or I would come for the ball, Shira ducked to get out of the way. Brian and I both jumped simultaneously. My longer reach touched the ball first, letting it drop just over the other side of the net, where the opposing team couldn't make a play. Unfortunately, Brian and I collided, falling down atop Shira. No one was hurt. As a matter of fact we all were laughing quite uncontrollably, celebrating our victory. We all got up and hugged each other, Shira pressed between Brian and me. It was electric. For some unknown reason, and without planning, both Brian and I simultaneously planted a kiss on Shira's cheek. Cocoon: Difficult writing when everyone is posting simultaneously ... PM me and let me know which way you want to go ...! David Michaels"Hot tub sounds great! I'm in." Hell I'd be in anywhere, as long as I was *in* with Shira! 'All right, let's go!' Brian said. He needed to relax somewhere, and with a girl like Shira, he could not turn down the idea. Ooc: sorry boys, exhausted last night kinda left ya hanging. Had a long day too, but I'll post a few tonight.IC:"Hot tub it is then," Shira said leading the way. She led the guys to a hot tub she found in a relatively secluded place, although people do pass by on the paths leading towards the pools and bath houses. She dropped her stuff over by one of the tall hedges and then sunk into the warm water. Brian turned on the jets, and she let the rushing water pass over her aching muscles. She sighed and sunk deeper into the hot tub. David MichaelsTaking Shira's lead, I followed closely behind with Brian, following the delightfully jiggling orbs, held firmly in place by her bikini bottoms. Both our mouths were watering by the time we reached the somewhat secluded spot. Shira dropped her things by a nearby hedge and eased herself into the water, dipping below momentarily to soak her head. She quickly resurfaced as Brian and I joined her in the tub, her olive green top, now much darker from being soaked in the water. Brian turned on the jets, immediately sending the soothing powerful vibrations to our muscles, relaxing us completely. However, I had one muscle that wasn't getting relaxed, and I was quite sure Brian did too! We all relaxed, letting our legs float freely as we sat back, our arms wrapped around the side of the tub. Each of us were spaced evenly apart, our fingers, just out of reach of the other's. I twitched with excitement every time Shira's legs drifted over to brush against mine, before floating away, assumedly brushing against Brian's ... and then back again. Shira laid her head back as she let the powerful jets massage her, closing her eyes and thrusting her irresistible chest into the air. My eyes stripped her naked and devoured her flesh as she lay prone for our viewing pleasure. Eventually, Shira sat up again, only to slink lower and lower into the water, till just her head remained visible atop the swirling foam. Not able to resist any longer, I let my leg linger against hers under the water, running my hands along my thighs as if working out the imaginary knots there. Shira knew what I was doing, but suddenly gasped a quick breath when my hand drifted to her thigh ... As her bikini was soaked in the water, Shira's perky nipples were visible in her bra, which was clinging to her nicely-shaped breasts. As Brian observed this, his cock was as hard as it could possibly be, making a huge lump in his swim trunks. This was visible underwater whenever there was a clearing in the froth of the water. He began fantasizing endlessly about Shira, who was laying there completely relaxed. Suddenly Shira gasped, startling Brian. Shira gasped as Dave's hand found its way to her thigh. He slowly started kneading her leg slowly moving upwards. She was startled at first never being in a situation such as this. Although in a secluded spot there was still the chance of someone seeing something, but that made it even more exciting. She let her foot wander against Dave's leg and then shifted only to let it linger on Brian's for a while. She started to feel that familiar tingling between her legs as she felt Dave's hand move even further up her thigh. Brian saw Dave's hand moving up to Shira's thigh through the foamy water, figuring that's what made Shira react. Brian then gently touched Shira's leg around the knee, then slowly slid it up her smooth, silky leg toward her other thigh. He was getting intensely aroused by this. David MichaelsShira stifled her gasp, but never rebuffed my advances. That was a good sign! Better take things slowly... I started slowly kneading her thigh, gently massaging the tense muscle till it relaxed. Her foot drifted to my leg as I continued to caress her shapely leg, and lingered there for what seemed an eternity. Another good sign! Her foot wandered off for a while, I'm assuming to search out Brian's leg, and eventually returned to mine as Brian and I shifted slightly closer to Shira. She closed her eyes again, relishing the wonderful feelings sweeping through her body, now caressing my leg with her foot. That was it! My cock was definitely getting hard now. I couldn't stop it from growing within my baggy shorts. I tried my best to ignore it and concentrate on Shira, slowly inching my hand higher up her thigh. Furthermore, I had made my way all the way up to her bikini strap at her hip, and thought briefly about tugging them down right there! NO! Tease! Work her up slowly ... I drifted back down her thigh and walked my fingers between her legs. A barely audible moan escaped from within Shira as she sunk slightly lower, parting her legs ever so slightly, allowing me to creep closer to her womanhood. From what I could make out, Brian was doing the same. I was the one to gasp now as I felt Shira's hand rest upon my thigh, only inches below where my cock lay throbbing. Shira mind was becoming cloudy and all logic seemed to have left her. All that mattered was the sensations flowing through her. She placed her hand high on Dave's thigh and heard him gasp from her boldness. She slowly creeped up until the heat she felt was not just the heat from the hot tub. Furthermore, she outlined his cock with her finger at an extremely slow pace. As Shira was doing this she found hands coming even closer to her honey pot which was throbbing in anticipation. Brian witnessed all this as he was probing Shira's other leg up toward her thigh. He moved his hand really close to her crotch, then moved up above it, now feeling her flat, sexy stomach. He then moved his hand slowly around her hip, running over the strap to her bikini bottom. His hand now was on her lower back, just above her ass. From what he could tell, she was immensely turned on by him and Dave caressing her near her most intimate areas. Shira bit her lip. She has never been so turned on in her life. She moved her hips wishing for someone to help her towards some release, but they kept teasing her ever so slowly. Her breasts even ached to be touched, her whole body was aching. Brian then saw Shira's breasts rise up out of the water momentarily. He then noticed that neither Dave nor himself was massaging her beautiful bust. Brian then slid his hand up Shira's side and teased around her breasts. He slowly slid his fingers onto the side of one of her breasts, then retreated back down, leaving Shira aching for more. She could now see his hard-on raging under the water, as there was a massive bulge in his swim trunks. David Michelson my! Her delicate hand was gently outline the length of my cock. She was definitely getting into this, enveloped in the heat of the moment. I looked at Brian and gave him a wink of success as his hand circled around to Shira's ass. If Shira was going to be so bold, then I would too. I traced my fingers along her inner thigh till the back of my hand brushed up against the mound between her parted legs. Shira drew in a lungful of air which filled her breasts enticingly. I kept the back of my hand pressed against her sex, rubbing my fingers up and down her inner thigh, repeating this until Shira began gently rolling her hips to meet my rhythm. I then retreated my hand, back to Shira's outer hip, much to her dismay as she groaned in despair. She quickly found out what I had in mind as I unhooked the thin strap at her hip that held her bikini in place. The pulsing jets of water easily pushed the green material off her hip onto her other thigh. Shira Gripped my shaft in response to the sudden freeing of the material, opening her up for my exploration even more. Shira kicked the green bottoms off of her legs and then opened her legs up even more to their advances. Shira moved her other hand to Brian's thigh and slowly traced his girth as she did to Dave's. Meanwhile, she had her hand gripping Dave's member. She let go of his cock only to travel up to the top of his shorts she pulled at the top of them letting the jets help her remove them. She freed his member from the shorts and then proceeded to massage his tool exploring every inch of it. She soon shifted her attention to Brian and removed his shorts in the same manner. Furthermore, she soon had two throbbing members in her hands and a pair of exploring hands caressing her body. Furthermore, she was on fire. Brian moved his hand across both of her breasts now, admiring how soft they were. Shira's nipples were hard and erect, and they could be felt through her bra. As he was doing this ever so gently, he took his other hand around to her back and suddenly yanked the string of her bra, prompting a sudden gasp out of Shira. She then simply let the bra slide off of her, freeing her breasts of confinement. With the help of Dave, she was now stark naked. Shira then slowly stripped off Brian's swim trunks, exposing his 7-inch uncut cock. The erect masculine organ felt relieved to be out of Brian's confining trunks, and even better as Shira was stroking it up and down. Brian continued to massage her breasts. David MichaelsShira was complete naked under the churning waters, and with her help so was I. This was insanely intense as I returned my wandering hand between her legs. I traced my middle finger along the valley between her legs, not feeling any hair. Mmm, easy access. Shira spread her legs wider, now stroking my cock and Brian's from what I could see. I traced my finger along the valley pressing deeper every time I retraced my path, till suddenly pushed into a warm, wet, velvety soft cavern, easily sinking my exploring digit all the way until the heel of my hand bumped into her mound. "Ooh," Shira cooed as her body trembled around my finger. I briefly looked around to see if there was anybody witnessing our play. Not seeing anyone, I quickly clamped my mouth over her tit when she arched her back, lapping at the sweet flesh as fast as I could in case we had to stop abruptly. I could feel the cherry nubbins harden within my mouth as I centered my flicking tongue over the sensitive spot in the middle of her crinkling pink circles. As Dave had his finger inside Shira's pussy, Brian continued to massage her breast, the one opposite Dave. He then took his other hand and suddenly started rubbing her clit while Dave was penetrating her. She let out a deep moan as her erogenous clit was now being stimulated. She was in complete euphoria. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke both guys' cocks. They all hoped that this moment would last forever. David MichaelsShira gripped my cock more tightly pumping it up and down as if she wanted it. What I really wanted, was to pull Shira out of the hot tub and bend her over the side, so I could mount her doggy style and really give it to her. But we might get caught! I wasn't sure if she was ready for that. Looking at Brian's tension, and how lost Shira was at the moment, I decided what the heck? I motioned for Brian to hop up on the edge of the tub, which he did. Shira still holding onto his cock rolled naturally in his direction, with a little assistance from me. Shira was now stroking his cock right in front of her face while I had her back turned towards me. I spread her legs apart, her beautiful round ass hoisted in the air, and dipped low into the water between her legs. I planted my face between those athletic thighs, burying my nose in her ass as my tongue pierced the soft petals of her dripping wet flower. Shira opened her mouth to let out a moan which was only stifled by Brian's cock entering her mouth. She suckled greedily on his member while moaning from Dave's work with his tongue. The tension within her body was building up fast as she was getting ready to orgasm. Her nipples were painfully stiff and were scraping against the concrete above the hot tub even rafting the sensations throughout her body. She took Brian's cock all the way down her throat and moaned on his member. She came up again and suckled on the tip even more as her orgasm was approaching. David MichaelsThat was doing the trick! Shira's body was convulsing in tiny tremors as her legs began to quiver, my tongue repeatedly lashing at her distended clit, poking out from under its hood. I thrust my tongue deeply into the parted folds of her sex, and was pleasantly rewarded with slurping mouthfuls of her wetness. I drank up all that I could, spurred on by the sounds of her muffled moans, probably coming from around Brian's cock. It was time to take this vixen to the next level. I stood up behind her kneading her pliable orbs of ass flesh, pointing my saber directly towards her sheath. The combination of the water and her wetness allowed my 9 inch, thick hammer to slip delightfully into her tight, small opening. I groaned as the pleasant squeeze was felt around my shaft, gripping her hips as I pulled myself into her. God this was heaven. This was what Spring Break was all about! Shira rocked back and forth, skewered between the two poles running from her mouth to her pussy. She mumbled again, around Brian's cock as she swore the two large pure heads were banging together somewhere beneath her rib cage. Shira was never filled so completely before. 30 seconds after Dave intruded her with his rod she was convulsing in the strongest orgasm she has ever had. She moaned loudly around Brian's cock. Her body shook with pleasure as Dave continued to spear her body with his member. She orgasmed for a few minutes and as it subsided she removed her mouth from Brian's cock only to gain her breath. Once she was ready she quickly replaced her mouth onto his cock only pausing to say "fuck me harder goddammit!" David Michaels "fuck me harder goddammit!" Click to expand... Harder? Harder it is! I pillaged her hole repeatedly abusing it as my balls slapped mercilessly against her undersides. She had already come at least once, if not twice, and now she was begging for for and harder! I looked at Brian, whose face was twisting in agony as he was nearing an explosion. I, too, wasn't far off, but an evil image crept into my mind. Shira's pleas for a desperate fucking only fueled my fire. I pulled my throbbing member free of Shira's clutching grip, just before I felt my lava would explode, holding off the eruption for a better, more intense time. Shira grunted, the sudden void leaving her feeling empty as she reached between her legs to either find my prod and reinsert it, or minimally finger-fuck herself. I leaned over the steaming hot vixen, my cock wedged between the cheeks of her ass, and wrapped my arms around her torso, cupping each of her sensitive melons. I pinched and rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I straightened her into a standing position." Brian, jump in the tub." Again, he followed my lead, pressing his naked body up against Shira. I slowly tightened my grip on the sprite nymph and lifted her out of the water until Brian was able to wedge his cock into her well lubed opening. I lowered Shira back down onto Brian's cock, still mauling her sensitive tips. Shira's moans and groans were no longer stifled, and quite noticeably filling the early evening air as dusk began to fall. Up and down. Up and down. Brian and I kept Shira pinned between our bodies like a creamy Oreo cookie, controlling her tempo as she impaled herself on Brian's cock. Once she was comfortable with the position, wrapping her arms around Brian's neck for support, I raised her a little higher as I crouched a little lower. I aimed my purple football helmet at the tiny pink rosebud, merely centimeters away from Brian's cock plunging into her pussy. I heard Shira hold her breath in disbelief, as I released my grip, letting gravity take hold and ease her down onto my pole! Shira gasped in pain as she fell Dave's cock start to enter her second opening. However, she knew if she relaxed it wouldn't feel as bad. She took some deep breaths to help relax herself. She felt his rod penetrating her filling her up even more. Soon she felt herself bottom out on his cock and he slowly pumped his rod in and out of her. Both Brian and Dave set a rhythm and a few minutes later the pain had subsided to absolute pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Brian's shoulder watching his face as he pumped in an out of her. With more tension building up inside her, she arched her back and let out a moan. She soon felt Dave licking and nipping at the skin on her neck heightening the tingling throughout her body. David Michael took a while, and I was worried Shira might stop everything, but she relaxed and slowly sank down onto my steel pole filling her backside, rubbing against Brian's underside through the thin membrane separating the two cocks from actual contact. Once she bottomed out though, Shira cried out, "Oh my GAWD." She kissed Brian forcefully driving her tongue deep into his throat before coming back up for air. "Inf," she panted, "I've never been this full before." I kissed and nipped at the back of her neck as I began a slow rhythmic pillaging of her anal depths. Damn, I thought her pussy was tight! Now with Brian's cock in there, Shira's ass seemed ten times tighter. Her back arched as she reached that heightened plateau, destined to feel the explosion that would rocket her body to the emerging stars above. Shira's panting quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought for every breath she could get. The tingling sensations ringing through her body were louder and more intense, pushing her closer and closer to the point of ignition. She was almost there! She could only hope that her uncontrollable convulsions that were beginning would encourage Brian and me to join her on her journey." Oh my," she whimpered. "Oh ... Uh ... Inf ..." No longer able to kiss Brian, Shira let out a series of audible gasps, each one coming closer and closer together, until it was finally a steady stream. "Inf, Mph, Shit, Oh yeah, that's it, Fuck. Yeah, demigod, shit, aw fuck. YEAH, C'MON, C'MON, ALMOST, FUCK ME, REAM ME, C'MON YOU BASTARD FUCK MY PUSSY, THAT’S IT FUCK MY ASS. OH GOD, Oh GOD, OH GOD, OH, OH, OH, UGH, UGH, UGH ... IMA ... IMA ... IMA GONNA ......" Brian was in ecstasy as he pounded away at Shira's tight young pussy. What made the experience even better was the fact that he could watch her as she had two cocks in her. He had to keep himself from cumming too soon in her pussy, as he wanted Shira to cum first. His cock felt unbelievable deep in Shira's hot wet cunt. Brian was grunting and moaning as he was getting closer, but Shira drowned him out as she was on the brink of an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm. Shira couldn't hold it any longer. Her toes curled, and her body shook as she reached an amazingly powerful orgasm. She moaned so loudly that she was sure that someone must have heard them. The three of them looked around to see if anyone was around. Although Shira screamed loudly with her orgasm, they did not see anyone at the moment. While Shira had already had a couple of hot orgasms, Dave and Brian were still looking to have their cocks satisfied. The two guys stood up, one on either side of Shira, who was kneeling down. Their two cocks were still rock hard and pointing at Shira, allowing her to play with them. She began stroking them, one with each hand. David MichaelsStanding in the pool of bubbling waters, I was amazed at my ability to hold off, not sending torrents of my backed up juices into either of Sir's juicy holes, even though she had gut-wrenching, muscle clenching climaxes while impaled upon our rods. Now unbelievably, after having just screamed her lungs out, Shira was on her knees in front of Brian and me, hungrily and desperately bathing our towel rods with her warm, wet mouth. It felt so wonderful, her hands stroking my shaft, her mouth suctioning inward as her cheeks hollowed. It was truly an amazing sight watching this insatiable hottie devour my shaft. I wasn't sure about Brian, but I couldn't withstand the pressure any longer and I relaxed my inner muscles, opening the valve, for the backed up pressure to shoot the forceful liquid through my pulsing fire hose. "Here it comes," I announced waiting to see where Shira would let my hot lava go. Brian's was getting ready to cum as Shira's tongue felt so good on the head of his cock. She also took time to stroke it with her hand. After many minutes of being in her hand, pussy, and mouth, Brian was about to cum. He only wondered where to shoot it. Meanwhile, Dave himself was getting to orgasm. Shira could sense that they were about to cum. She deliberated how to do this. With one guy she would just suck on him and swallow all of his cum, but now she had two, and she had to figure this out. Finally deciding she pointed their dicks to her face jacking them off faster and faster. She opened her mouth and looked up at them with her big hazel eyes waiting for them to cum on her. Shira stroked Brian's cock faster and faster. He started to grunt and moan louder and louder as he was going to orgasm. Finally, he threw his head back and let it fly. Strong jets of cum landed on Shira's face, while some of it landed in her open mouth. Brian had built up so much cum lusting after the beautiful Shira that she was now the recipient of all of it. He could not believe how strong this orgasm was, and that it was with the girl of his dreams. Not only did he see her lying on the beach, but he talked to her, played volleyball with her, sat in a hot tub with her, touched her, got her naked, fucked her, and came all over her. He would never forget this day. Dave was also about to cum. She would soon have two loads all over her pretty face. David MichaelsWatching Brian's cock erupt was all it took to send my lava up the chute and into the air, arcing as the thick comets propelled through the small space between my cock and her face. Spurt after spurt, of thick white creamy juices spewed from the tip of my cock, literally painting Shira's beautiful face in milky white. All the built-up tension of our extended play resulted in an overly abundant supply of my spunk to come forth. By the time my and Brian's spasms were over, poor Shira had semen strands in her hair, her yes, across her nose, in her hungrily gulping mouth, across her cheeks, and dripping off her chin, to fall into the pool of swirling water." Whew," I exclaimed. "You are awesome." I gently stroked the back of her head. Shira took a glob of cum off of her cheek with her finger and sucked it off. She gave a wicked grin leaving them with a final picture of her cum covered face. She dipped under the surface of the hot tub to clean her face off. "Well that was fun." she exclaimed. Her stomach rumbled loudly. "Hamm, I think I could use a refueling." She said with her hand on her stomach. She grabbed her bikini that was floating in the water on the opposite side of the tub and put it back on. "Perhaps we can all re-energize, this could turn out to be a long night." She said with a wink. David MichaelsPulling my shorts back on, I look towards Shira doing the same. We both have the same idea, as the moon begins to rise in the early evening sky." Hey! My place is right around the corner! Why don't we go there and order some delivery?" I especially looked at Shira ... "You in?" "I'm in!" Shira said. She moved out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around herself. Although it was warm out there was a cool breeze that chilled her a little. She looked towards Brian awaiting his reply. "Sounds good!" Brian said. He dried off with a towel and put a fresh change of clothes on. David Michael Davis didn't bother drying off, or changing. He was only around the corner, and he always *air dried* when at the beach. *It was the law of professional beach bums, and beach volleyball players!" Great. Follow me." Brian and I again sandwiched Shira between us, walking side by side down the boardwalk and to my room. We each had an arm around her as we strode, laughing and having a good time. "We must look like The Monkees," I commented. That was all it took for us to break out in song ..."Hey, Hey We're The Monkees ... People say we're monkeying around ... But we're too busy singing ... to put anybody down ... Hey, Hey we're The Monkees." We strolled weaving our legs in front of the person next to us just as they did on that old time show. People pointed at us, but we didn't care. Hell! We were on Spring Break! Some people even sang along. We're having fun! We made it into my apartment, and I offered Shira and Brian a beer as they plopped down onto the only piece of furniture in that room. The large sofa bed, still in *sofa* mode beckoned for the two as they plopped into it. I handed Shira the local phone book and told her to pick out anything they wanted to be delivered, and to call it in. "My treat!" It was the least I could do since Shira *treated* last time! "I'm going to jump in the shower be right back."IOC: The shower takes less than five minutes IOC: haha true, like my usual showers except for like now after getting all hot and sweaty ;p...lol working out u operatic: Shira looked through the phone book for something good. She saw an ad for a good delivery pizza place that has a specialty for calzones. "Oooooo Calzones!" She cooed, "I haven't had one of those in forever." Shira usually had a hearty appetite, although you would never have guessed it from her body. Giver her the chance and she could put away a whole pizza pie. Because she is so active in sports and worked out a lot she had a killer body with sexy curves and a flat tummy." That's it. I'm up for Italian tonight!" she exclaimed. David MichaelsJust before heading into the shower, I heard Shira say "Italian." Heck I was so hungry I could eat a large pizza by myself. But I usually like pizza better the next morning. Cold, with all the cheese hardened ... the grease absorbed into the dough. Ah, the breakfast of champions! But for now I needed something that would fill my growling stomach immediately. "Order me a cheesesteak Stromboli," I yelled from inside the open bathroom door. I was about to shut the door before climbing in, and then stopped myself. Don't be so silly! We've already seen each other. There's no reason to be modest! I climbed into the shower, never closing the curtain. "Order me a pepperoni pizza," Brian told Shira. Like Dave and Shira, he was pretty hungry too, after all the day's activity. Everything from volleyball to hardcore sex worked up his appetite. He noticed Dave did not close the shower door, wondering how Shira would react. Shira called the Italian place and ordered a cheesesteak Stromboli, a cheese calzone, what Brian wanted and what the hell, a medium pizza for good measure. She was absolutely famished and could use some energy. She put down the phone after giving the address and peaked into the bathroom, she could see him showering and she grinned. She took another sip of her beer and entered into the bathroom. He was humming to himself and didn't realize she was in there. Shira stripped out of her bikini and stepped into the shower next to him. "Just want to rinse off some of the chlorine. Mind getting my back?" David Michael had shampoo in my hair, scrubbing vigorously to get all the sand and chlorine out. There was such a thick lather that the soap and suds were streaming down over my face. As a result, with my eyes closed, I never noticed Shira slip into the bathroom, strip out of her bikini and climb into the shower with me." Just want to rinse off some of the chlorine. Mind getting my back?" I jumped, somewhat startled she was there. Quickly sticking my head under the running water, I rinsed as much as I could as quickly as I could. I opened my eyes as my grin grew across my face. "Of course not," I replied, quickly soaping up a washcloth with extra complimentary soap from the hotel. I stepped back behind the raining water, letting it spray over my shoulder and onto Shira's back. I watched as the tiny droplets hit her skin, some splashing off into the air, and others running down to the hollow of her back, pooling to make a river flowing down between the cheeks of her ass. Oh, I wish I had a camera to record all these images! My mind surely would never forget. Once her back got sufficiently wet, I stepped into the spray, blocking it from caressing her body in lieu of me and my wash cloth doing the trick. Starting at her shoulders, I worked down, soaping every inch of smooth tanned skin, noting that there was no tan line where her bikini top was. Nice," I murmured. I know she said back, but I couldn't stop myself from moving the soapy cloth across those pink cheeks, warmed by the hot shower. I lathered it, till it too was covered in soap. Seeing no resistance on Shira's part, I lowered down to my knees and worshiped her lovely ass, letting the shower spray rinse all the soap from her body. I squeezed the soft, yet firm rounds, gently plying them apart, until her pink rosebud was again peering at me. I ran my tongue along the hidden valley of untanned flesh, brushing it over the crinkled opening. IOC: EDITED: Please disregard this post and the following. David Michaels**bump ** [EDITED]: Brian was getting hard again as Dave and Shira were together in the shower. He was very tempted to join them, but he realized that someone must wait for the food to arrive. "Any minute now..." he thought as the food would be there soon.

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♫ Rock On ♪ Profiles and OC [character spots filling up fast]

♫ Rock On ♪ Welcome to the first annual Rock Music World Competition! Here at the Live Music Capital of the World, Austin, Texas, bands from all over the world will come here to compete. In each major continent, one or two groups have made their way to the top and are now coming here to compete to be the best in the world! In just 2 months there will be a grand show, each group will play for a crowd of 100 thousand people. Each night for 6 nights straight, these bands will put on a concert for you. A panel of judges will judge each band on performance, concert look, crowd involvement, and a few other things. Therefore, bands this goes out to you, work hard, play hard, and make those 100 thousand people scream you name! Nine bands from six different countries. These bands have competed in the Rock Music Competition in their counties, now proving their really just that good, they have advanced onto the final stage in seeing who is the best in the world. One band will come from Australia One band will come from Asia One band will come from Europe One band will come from Africa One band will come from North America One band will come from South America For 2 months they will settle into their new home and prepare for the final performance. The bands will meet and have a party thrown for them on the first night of their arrival in Austin. After that there will be little get together sometimes, prepared by the competition. However, the bands are allowed to meet, greet, and just have fun, spending time with all the other band members, or just jamming out. Role-play ♫ Rock On – Band Africa ♪ Voice Singer: Quote: Originally Posted by Queenie*BEE [Zamora] I play for [Africa]. My band is called [Voice]. I am the [Singer] in my band. My band members call me [Lizzie] a lot. But my mother calls me [Zamora Semi Dallas]. I am and have lived [19] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [September 14]. For my birthday, I would like [Clothes, a motorcycle, or language dictionaries]. But I will throw out [Jewelry, bath products, clocks/watches] if I receive them. I love: [Learning different languages-roller coasters-ferrets-food]. However, I hate: [Insects-horror movies-large bodies of water-starting practice late]. I am [single] and I am [Bi]. [N/A] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [I think of myself as independent, original, analytical, and determined. With a tendency to take action, even if it sometimes falls apart at the last minute. I also highly value knowledge, competence, and structure. I have very high standards for my performances, and the performance of the band. My mother calls me a natural leader, but I rarely tend to lead especially if there is someone else already taking charge. Strangers tend to take my confidence and straight forward attitude for arrogance but once you get to know me you'll find out that's not true.]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [I was born in Cape Town, South Africa and have lived there my whole life. My mother is a professor at the University of Cape Town as the head of the Linguistics department (which is probably where I got my love of languages from). My father owns his own record store (with a whole back wall dedicated to Bob Marley and Jimi Hendrix). So my life as constantly been surrounded by music. One day when I as 12 I heard an Etta James song and since then to become a singer, although my genre has changed. At 16, I decided to start a band even though it was tough at first I eventually meet up with my current band. I haven't looked back since]. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [I'm currently learning two languages. Can you guess which ones?] I am played by [Queenie*BEE] Lead guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by baby angel [Alex] I play for [Africa]. My band is called [Voice]. I am the Lead Guitarist in my band. My band members call me [Alex or Jade] a lot. But my mother calls me [Alexandria Bipolar Jade Funnily Bodega Adam]. I am and have live [18] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on November 20. For my birthday, I would like [a new guitar, chocolate, a soccer ball, a gift card]. But I will throw out [anything pink] if I receive them. I love: [candy, anything sweet basically, milk chocolate, soccer, blue, reading, hanging with friends, doing nothing sometimes, track camp; field, music]. However, I hate: [pink, dark chocolate, eating sometimes, writing, jerks]. I am [single] and I am [straight]. [----] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [I am kind of self-conscious when I'm near strangers. I don't talk a lot unless I know who you are. I'm considered weird to some people probably by the way I act. Furthermore, I'm usually a ready to try anything kind of person except when I really don't want to do it. Furthermore, I don't like being bossed around much. Furthermore, I don't always mean what I say. Sometimes I give up if I think the task is too hard for me to do.] But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [I was born in Lagos, Nigeria. I spent most of my life their except for the couple of years we went on trips. My family consists of My two older brothers, an older sister, and my parents. My mom works as a banker while my dad is in the medical business. All my life I've been told what to do and what to be when I am older. Ever since I was 5 I wanted a musical instrument because all the children in my family had a musical instrument except for me. At first my parents refused but when I was 10 they gave me a flute. I didn't like the instrument and I gave up easily so at 14 I learned how to play the guitar and got a guitar on an agreement. The agreement was that if I promised to try I could keep my guitar. Ever since then my love for music has grown and my parents are kinder when it comes to my music, except school comes first.]. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I'm bilingual, and I'm learning how to speak Spanish. I know how to play the flute. My favorite color is blue and I absolutely love soccer. I am played by [baby angel] Bass guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Blissful_Nightmares Cam I play for [Africa]. My band is called [Voice]. I am the [Bass Guitar] in my band. My band members call me [Cam] a lot. But my mother calls me [Cameron Chit emo Roland]. I am and have live [20] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [June 19]. For my birthday, I would like [CDs, money, and a new bass guitar couldn't hurt even though mine is pretty new]. But I will throw out [books I have enough] if I receive them. I love: [American Bands like Disturbed, singing despite the fact I sound like a dying cat, animals, math]. However, I hate: [reading, rain, thunder, dark, pity]. I am [recently single] and I am [straight]. [no one for now] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [I have no shame. This is probably obvious from the first time you meet me. I'll sing your ears will bleed, but I love to do despite the fact I sound terrible. I'm always being told that I need to calm down at twenty-one you'd think I'd start listening. But I'm pretty stubborn, and I'm not going to change for a person. Like me or hate me, I don't really care as long as you like the real me or hate the real me. I tend to ramble along and get disconnected then I end up confusing myself.]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [I was born in Cairo Egypt. My father is totally American, from Atlanta, Georgia. He's an archaeologist and Egypt is The Holy Grail for them. My mother was Egyptian by birth I look more like her than my dad. We moved from Cairo to Capetown when I was seven. I liked it much better there. Though I've always had a passion for singing I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but I did have a natural talent for stringed instruments. I can play the Cello, the Violin, the acoustic Guitar and the Bass Guitar. As you can guess most of my talent lies in the Bass Guitar. I guess it was natural for me to gravitate to a band]. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [I really like Hard Rock especially Three Days Grace] I am played by [Blissful_Nightmares] Drums: Quote: Originally Posted by Amapá Lynn Linear I play for Africa. My band is called [Voice]. I am the Drummer in my band. My band members call me Luna a lot. But my mother calls me Lynn Grace Linear. I am and have live 19 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on Nov. 29. For my birthday, I would like new drums, art supplies, PSP with games, a pet. But I will throw out books, fish if I receive them. I love: animals, nature, and art. However, I hate: strawberries, rude people, nosy people. I am single and I am straight. [crush - if you have none now pm me a name once you do] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am outgoing, caring, kind, apologizes a lot, it takes time for her to get anger, she sticks by her friends no matter what. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... Lynn is one out of six siblings, she only has her mom for a parent, it has been a little tough for her but when she is with the band she can escape what is going on at home, she gets into fights when she thinks someone is doing wrong to her friends or mentions something bad about her family, there isn't really much about her life that is worth nothing. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! She dyes her hair once a month I am played by [color="your own color"]Amapá Back up: [closed - can be a back-up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything] ♫ Rock On – Band Asia ♪ Got Chains Singer: Quote: Originally Posted by Lady Hello [Reiko Asama Wakanda] I play for [Asia]. My band is called [Got Chains]. I am the [Singer] in my band. My band members call me [RIE] a lot. But my mother calls me [Reiko Asama Wakanda]. I am and have live [19] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [07/14/2010]. For my birthday, I would like [A new flute or a pet of my own.]. But I will throw out [Anything pink or to girly.] if I receive them. I love: [rain, playing my flute, piano, cello, singing, bright colors, drawing, shopping, and hanging out with the other band members.]. However, I hate: [The color pink, loud people, being depressed, lettuce, and uncreative people, or being in an all white room. . I am [single] and I am [straight]. [The person I find] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [a clam person for the most part. I am very protective of my friends. I am known to be air headed from time to time. Furthermore, I can be rather hyper at times when I excited or happy about something. Furthermore, I will take a lot from people, but cross my line, and I’ll show you the side of me you want like. Cross my line once, and I’ll never talk to you again or waste my time on you every again.]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [I was born into a small family. I have one brother left the rest of my family died in a tragic house fire. I share a small apartment with my brother who has raised me basically since the loss of our parents. Furthermore, I began to play my interments and sing as a way to escape the pain I felt growing up. Because I didn’t have a normal family many of the other children would make fun of me at school and else where. My music was a way for me to escape them and the world. The music let me make my own world that I could change to how I wanted it. I had been playing some of my music at a local park when the other band members found me. That is how I became part of the band. . Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [My favorite color is neon green. My nails are the stare of my outfits. I match everything I wear with the color of my nails. I love ribbons and bows, so those are common in my hair and dress. My dream pet would be a Rottweiler that I could name Bo. I am played by [Lady Hello] Lead guitar: Quote: Jing-TCU Huang I play for Asia My band is called: Got Chains I am the male singer and lead guitarist in my band. My band members call me Jin or John a lot. But my mother named me Jing-TCU Huang I am and have lived 17 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on April 18thFor my birthday I would like a gift card. People never get what I actually want. But I will donate to charity anything I don't need if I receive them. I love singing, creating new songs, melodies or lyrics, mastering old ones, good sleep, motivation, inspiration and winning. My favorite drinks are red tea or milk tea as I dislike alcohol. People who reach out and don’t let emotions get the best of them. Pranks and surprises are welcome and anybody who can make me laugh hard is amazing.However, I hate losing, prejudices, being ignored or looked down upon because of my skin. I also dislike people spitting betel nuts and throwing cigarette butts everywhere they like. Blown out fights, drama, and raw feelings are also annoying as I’m tired of trying of being the neutral diplomat who has to hold things together and reasons with both sides. I am single, and I am straight Now if you really want to know me I’m a level-headed person, who takes time to make decisions and am eager to make a name for myself in the music world. I am dependable and would give a helping hand but people who won’t do their work will be disrespected. Furthermore, I take things seriously unless it’s a joke. If you want to know the whole story. Well alright… I was born into a comfortable family. My parents were successful entrepreneurs and had several businesses up and running. I have three siblings before me; all of whom have impressive diplomas and are successful in their respective fields of study. My parents were easy on me as the youngest and when I decided to follow my passion for art, they signed me up for whatever classes I’d like and supported me. I found little potential in visual arts and dance was not that interesting for me, so I began to pursue music instead. When I was nine, I caught strep throat, and sometimes it affects my singing if I’m not careful. I had joined a band, but it didn’t last long before splitting up. I agreed to join the next band my manager found for me and here I am with the group. Furthermore, I studied at a bilingual high school in Taiwan, but the school has a flexible schedule for me, so I could practice and learn. Even though I’m skipping school I still balance my time for studying, music and exercise. I try to bring in a bit of Asian culture most of the English songs I write; through adding the sound of ancient Chinese instruments, references and what not. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I play three instruments; guitar, keyboards and saxophone. Also had four years of kickboxing. I admire opera singers for the amount of strength, passion and energy they have in their voice and I try to express it in my singing as well. My singing is usually light, but I’ve been practicing with deeper tones. I don’t get angry easily, but I can get offended. Don’t take me as a pushover because I step up when the situation calls for it and can hold my ground in any argument. I'm a team player but solo projects also work well for me. I also like to design and add team choreography into live performances. Bass guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Rain:] Semi Suzuki Here I Am I play for Asia. My band is called [Got Chains]. I am the bass guitar in my band. My band members call me Semi, or Keychain/San, and sometimes even Hana (hah-nah - meaning: "flower") because my middle name is Khan a lot. But my mother calls me Semi Khan Suzuki. I am and have lived 19 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on May 14th. For my birthday, I would like a new guitar, and some more shoes. I only have two pairs of Chucks. But I will throw out anything the color pink if I receive them. I love nighttime, messing with my violin (I still have yet to actually get lessons), and hang out with my friends. However, I hate the color pink, ignorant people, and jackass guys. I am single and I am straight. [none yet] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me, I am a total bitch at times, only if you're on my bad side and I really don't like you. Other than that I'm a pretty "Chill Bill" like my mother would say. What a crazy bitch she is. I can kick it with anyone who can hang with me, and when you compliment me, let's just say I have a pretty big ego for a female. Love me, hate me, either way you're thinking about me. But you want to know the whole story? Well alright... I'm Korean and Japanese, my mother being pure Japanese and marrying my father, a Korean man before making me, the outcome. I've been in love with guitars for as long as I can remember, and was always in talent shows at my schools. Furthermore, I've been told I'm one of the best female guitarists - and most of those compliments end in "probably because you're Asian" and some other bullshit like that. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I absolutely love gentlemen. I also like talent, usually instrumental. Furthermore, I am played by Rain:] Drums: Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessKasumi {明本郷} I play for [Asia]. My band is called [Got Chains]. I am the Drums in my band. My band members call me Aka (Using -San or -run if they want) a lot. But my mother calls me Akira Congo. I am and have lived 19 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on November 15, 2010. For my birthday, I would like more video games, and new drum sticks. But I will throw out anything girl related if I receive them. I love: the Final Fantasy series, Anime, Manga, Writing, Ice-cream and Rocky. However, I hate: People who whine too much, Idiots and rude people in general. I am single and I am straight. [Lt;So-and-songs; is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am quite open-minded about a few things, I can be honest if I want. Even if I do lie, it's not like it's a real lie. I'm just not telling you all of it; Half-truth if you will. I am a punctual person, so it annoys me when I'm late. Not a minute late but more along the lines of five to ten minutes or so. Now... when others are late. that's a whole different story. I can be considered a cleverly skillful person who is also lazy. But that's not true, I'm not lazy. Just too laid-back. Among what I've said I am also these: Trustworthy, Stubborn and patient. Perhaps there's more? You'll have to find out, I'm pretty complicated =). But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... if you wanted to know I'm Japanese if you couldn't tell, nothing mixed about me....moving on, I have no siblings. It makes me wonder if I'm missing out sometimes. One of my first toys was a mini drum, too much delight of my parents they thought I was pretty 'good'. But really? A little kid. Good. At drums. Seriously, it was horrible if you ask me. As time went on I was introduced to homeschooling since my parents moved around a lot. Until they settled down somewhere I barely got to really do anything for long. At the age of eight my Dad got me a drum kit, he encouraged me even if I considered myself horrible. For some reason all he could see in his little boy was some famous drummer. My Mother on the other hand wanted me to be an actor, so she can see her boy on the big screen. To make them happy I took band, and theater once I was enrolled into school. One day though, I had this crazy idea to start up a band. So I was on a quest for bandmates. I thought it was going to be easy, but it wasn't it took me awhile. I almost gave up until one day while I was hanging out with my best friend Semi Suzuki, a light bulb went off. Furthermore, I had no idea why I hadn't asked her in the first place. We did okay for little bit with her singing. I thought we were okay, but Semi disagreed. We needed a real singer, who we found upon chance in a local park. It was fun with just the three of us, but we were missing something. One night we were playing, some manager guy found us. Were we lucky or what? The next day we were introduced to our lead guitarist. Now we just need a backup... Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! Just so I won't be bugged off-stage and have to worry about being in disguise hiding from paparazzi, etc. When I go out on stage this is what I look like. I am played by [PrincessKasumi] Back up: [closed - can be a back-up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything] ♫ Rock On – Band Australia ♪ D.O.T.H. Singer: Quote: Originally Posted by ii_love bug [Cierra 'CIL'] I play for [Australia]. My band is called [D.O.T.H.]. I am the [singer] in my band. My band members call me [CIL] a lot. But my mother calls me [Cierra Vienna Giovanni]. I am and have lived [20] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [March 14]. For my birthday, I would like [a new guitar, a cross necklace or a six-pack of MTN. Dew]. But I will throw out [dark chocolates] if I receive them. I love: [Mountain Dew, sugar and friendly people]. However, I hate: [boring people, chocolate ice cream and glass]. I am [Single] and I am [Straight]. [? N/A?] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [the most reliable person you'll ever know. Did you know that I've never told any secrets? Ever. I'm also a kind person with a big heart, so I'm told, I've never really thought I was. I get pissed off if people push my buttons, really easily. Watch out!]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [My mother was Ms. Alabama, then she met my father. Typical love story, they fell in love at the grocery store, some things happened, then I fell into my mother's belly. After she told my father, he left to go "visit friends" in a different city. My mother moved here, now she works as a dance teacher. I wasn't very happy that my mother's heart was broken, but God works in strange ways, they were bound to leave each other somehow, sometime. Growing up, I was kind of a nerdy child, until I came out of my shell and started talking to people, now I have tons of friends, that I can hardly keep up with]. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [I have a chinchilla named Tamale and a Golden Retriever named Murphy.] I am played by [ii_love bug.] Lead guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Emir Ivanna Rhodes I play for Australia. My band is called [D.O.T.H.]. I am the Lead Guitar in my band. My band members call me Ina a lot. But my mother calls me Ivanna Rhodes. I am and have live 21 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on Feb. 11. For my birthday, I would like a new keyboard! But I will throw out nothing really if I receive them. I love: dancing, partying, boys, shopping, drinking. However, I hate: snakes, sitting still, being told what to do, liars, drugs. I am single and I am straight. ??? Is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am a pretty upbeat person. I am rarely in a foul mood. If you do happen to piss me off, watch out, you will have made a bitter and resentful enemy. But luckily I am incredibly difficult person to piss off. I even take criticism well. I always have to be moving and have trouble sitting still for too long. Furthermore, I am often told to lay off the caffeine, but I don't usually listen. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... I was born into a pretty wealthy family. I was raised in a musical family, learning the piano and violin from a young age, also picking up the saxophone later in school. Unlike anyone in my family, I joined a band and didn't enter the classical music path like my older siblings, I have two older sisters. After refusing to support and approve of being in a band, I moved out of my family home and haven't talked to them since, though one of my sisters tried to convince me to give up and come home. It was through this band that I learned how to play guitar, which wasn’t that difficult. A couple of years after that the ban broke up and I found my current band. I own a small apartment, typically used to wind down after long nights of partying and concerts, almost everyone in the band has a key and knows where I hide the spare. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I love animals and am always trying to bring home a new pet, but am talked out of it by someone. I am played by Emir Bass guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Early Bird Special Rosemary "Rosie" Grenadine I play for Australia. My band is called [D.O.T.H.]. I am the bassist in my band. My band members call me Rosie a lot. But my mother calls me Rosemary Marie Grenadine when she's mad at me. I am and have lived 17 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on October 29th. For my birthday, I would like a twelve-string guitar. But I will throw out clothes from chain stores if I receive them. I love: Vintage things, daisies, photography, stop-motion animation, Alice in Wonderland, salt and vinegar chips, playing bass, and indie music. However, I hate: Emo kids, materialism, anime, cologne, and arena rock. I am single and I am bisexual. N/A is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am Quiet, sarcastic, funny, and talented. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... I've always lived in the city, but I dream of one day settling down and living out in the country with nobody to bother me. My parents are married and supportive of me. I also have two older brothers who are in college right now. They've always teased me and such, but we get along pretty well. I started playing bass as a freshman in high school, but I can't think of anything I enjoy more. I started practicing daily, and I guess I got pretty good... That's how I got into this contest, I guess. My hero is Aimee Mann. I can also play guitar, but I'm not as good as it as I am at bass. I am played by Early Bird Special Drums: Quote: Originally Posted by 'Rain: Aaron Emilio Ryan I play for Australia. My band is called [D.O.T.H.]. I am the drummer in my band. My band members call me Ran, Sara, Ran, Chili, Ice, A.I.R., or some other weird abbreviation of my name a lot. But my mother calls me Aaron Emilio Ryan. I am and have live 20 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on March 7th. For my birthday, I would like some new pants and boxers. They're my favorites. But I will throw out girly stuff if I receive it. I love ice cream, Saturday and Sunday mornings, the color purple (the color, though the movie is pretty good), and attempting to play guitar. However, I hate hypocrite, stereotypes, when people call me a fag or anything of the sort. I am single, and I am bi, though I really prefer men. [none yet] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am laid back, funny, and just fun to hang around I guess. I've been told I'm over-rated, but it's just because I'm hot... Just kidding, I don't have an incredibly huge ego. But I have to admit, if I weren't me, I'd date me. I crack jokes a lot, and listen to music when I have nothing else to do, and especially right before we hit the stage for gigs. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... My mother was a whore. She said she'd stop after, well, me, to take care of me and actually find a better job - but nope, she went to another strip club and somehow ended up on another corner. It's kind of creepy when you pull over to say, "Hi, Mom" and she asks you if you want a good time. So I don't communicate with her much. I came from a one-night-stand, which I hate, and I've met my father, who's some big-time CEO somewhere, only about once. I wouldn't call bumping into him at a concert and him running away as one of those times. He left me an email the other day telling me that he's glad I've moved away from my mother and how I'm doing in my little band, and I never did respond to it, come to think of it... Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I walk around in my boxers a lot (except for rehearsals and gigs - then I might put on pants, but rarely a shirt), so don't be surprised when I walk around the corner. I am played by Rain:] Back up: [closed - can be a back-up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything] ♫ Rock On – Band Europe ♪ Radio Fiasco Singer: Quote: Originally Posted by LilMissMollyPutz Mari-Kathryn I play for Europe. My band is called [Radio Fiasco]. I am the Lead Singer in my band. My band members call me Mari Kat a lot. But my mother calls me Mari Kathryn Jennifer Laura Jones's. I am and have live 18 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on April 1. For my birthday, I would like A good laugh, a nice novel, a skateboard, and a new acoustic. But I will throw out Sappy Romance Movies, Fashion tips, death, and bad jokes if I receive them. I love: Music, teddy bears, books, drawing, guitar, cooking, writing, pets, and good jokes. However, I hate: Bad hair days, dolls, jokes that go too far, over reaction, and complaining. I am Single and I am Straight. Nowhere in the world so far is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am A very shy but outgoing girl who won't take any of the usual shit boys give me. Although I'm a natural flirt, even when I don't notice it, and will usually mess with boys playfully. Although I don't care for too much sappy romance I am a huge softy for a good romance, such as Romeo and Juliet or Alice and the Mad Hatter. I have a mind of my own and won't usually fall into the same things most people would fall too, such as fashion and looks. I have an accent that comes from my Irish and English ancestors so it's a different combination, but you'll know I'm mad when my voice has a thick Irish accent. Although I'm usually calm, and it's hard to get on my bad side, I'm hard to calm down when I do get mad enough, unless you know how to handle it. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... I was born in England when my family was visiting from Ireland. We moved from our small home on the island to move to France. My mother got a job as a fashion designer and sent me to a private school where I learned most of what I know. I graduated a little early, only by three or so years, so I stayed at home most of my time for the next month. My mother although young ended up catching a bad case of the flu when I was about 17, and she soon died. My father took over the business until I was old enough to take over. When I took over a few months later at the age of 18 I set the company on hold until I finished public school, which I had started after my mother's death. I had moved to Italy three months before I graduated after that I met my band. We met when I ran into the guitarist somewhere that I don't remember and after that we found the other two and started our band. I still own my line of clothes, but it's merely a small part in my life and although the fashions are somewhat popular they don't take my life more than my band. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I play acoustic guitar as well and usually draw in my free time to give me ideas of songs that I write. I am played by LilMissMollyPutz Lead guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Early Bird Special Max I play for Europe. My band is called Radio Fiasco. I am the lead guitarist in my band. My band members call me Max a lot. But my mother calls me Christopher Maxwell Collins. I am 19 years old. I will be twenty on January 17th. For my birthday, I would like absolutely nothing. But I will not throw out any gifts if I receive them, because I don't like wasting things. I might give them away, though... I love: music, being happy, girls, and painting. However, I hate: angsty teenagers. I am single, and I am not picky (bi). Everyone is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am Funny, exciting, a bit nihilistic, a cynic, sarcastic, a bit obnoxious, and extremely narcissistic - I know I'm cute. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... I've been playing the guitar since I was five years old. I grew up in a normal flat in London with my mum and dad, and I went to a normal school. Furthermore, I got normal grades in normal classes. The only thing I wasn't completely average at was guitar. I played classically for several years, studying under a really great teacher. Don't worry, though, I didn't just play classical music; I was also involved in my high school jazz band, and I've always loved playing rock music as well. I'm especially good at acoustic guitar, and my hero is Shannon Hewn of Blind Melon. I have a really cool little sister and some cousins in Australia... One of them, Rosie, is competing against me! Well, whatever, I'm still going to win... I am amazing, after all. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! Recently, I've been getting into painting. I took a couple art classes from this chick I was sort of with for a short time, and I've been working on a few paintings, mostly to relieve stress, lately. I am played by Early Bird Special Bass guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by JessehBoo [Elizsarah Ramsey] I play for Europe. My band is called [Radio Fiasco]. I am the Bassist in my band. My band members call me Lizzy, Liz, or Sarah a lot. But my mother calls me Elizsarah Ramsey. I am and have lived Nineteen years. I will be a year older than what I am now on June 4th 1990. For my birthday, I would like a new iPod, a new bass, manga, candy, hugs, cheekiness or a stuffed animal. But really even a card is nice. But I will throw out Insect lollipops or birthday punches if I receive them. I love: laughing, music, the outdoors, walking barefoot in the grass, the beach, sunsets, sushi, rocky, and candles. However, I hate: Rude people, drugs, alcohol, meat (vegetarian besides fish), and war. I am Single and I am straight. Currently, Jeremiah Jayce McCormack is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am the kind of girl who will sit outside wearing no shoes in the grass and blow bubbles for no reason. I'm a free spirit and hate confrontation. Usually up for anything and always in good spirits. After all, Life is a party, live it to the fullest. Though I'm not into alcohol and drugs, I can still have fun when it comes to parties. I love dancing and letting loose. I am a very loyal friend and usually put them before myself. . But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... I was born in London, and yes I have an accent. My parents are a pretty happy couple, mother is a writer and I guess that's where I get my crazy imagination from. My father played guitar for a hobby, but runs a small bakery on a corner of one of the streets near my house. While he was looking to purchase a new guitar I wandered around the music store before my eyes fell on a blue bass and I smiled. Picking it up I strummed it a bit before the store clerk came over to me, showing me the proper way to play. My father bought it for me and had his friend teach me how to play. I was 11 at the time. While my mother wrote her books we would sometimes play songs together to inspire her. I'm an only child, yet that may soon change, my mother has been pregnant for around 7 months and I'm so excited to meet my baby brother. Well, that's what the doctor said anyway. Honestly, my life isn't that miraculous or different. I was a normal kid, went to school, had a part-time job at my dads bakery and loved singing into my hairbrush while I danced around in my underwear. Yet somehow I still felt, incomplete, like my life was missing something. It was then that I met Mari Kat, Jeremy and Lexi, they needed a bassist and I needed a band. Gladly I joined up and I consider all three of them my friends. Sure, we are all different, but somehow we work. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I have a tattoo of the word peace on one wrist and the word love written on the other, both in script. I also have a black peace heart on near my collarbone. I am played by JessehBoo Drums: Quote: Originally Posted by Amelia Jeremiah Jayce McCormack I play for Europe. My band is called Radio Fiasco. I am the drummer in my band. My band members call me Jeremy a lot. But my mother calls me Jeremiah Jayce McCormack. I am and have lived 21 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on October 1st. For my birthday, I would like those cherry red Doc Martens I've been eyeing. My boots are falling apart. But I will throw out mostly everything when I receive it. I love: Jamming on my drums, the people I'm close with, music, the sun, girls, food, and cigarettes. However, I hate: Alcohol, drugs, ignorance, rules, people who don't know how to appreciate things, fake people, and having nothing to do. I am single and I am straight. ____ is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am kind of obnoxious. I can be very loud and cocky, but I'm very friendly. I love attention, even though I am often in the back being the drummer. Furthermore, I'm very loyal to my close friends, and I would do anything for them. Furthermore, I'm upbeat and outgoing, and I will usually speak my mind. Sometimes I have this problem where I don't think before I talk, and I often find myself in a bit of trouble because of it, I seem to offend people occasionally. I love to listen to music and have fun. I love having an audience and showing off my talents. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... My mother died when I was very young of cancer, so it was just my father and me. He wasn't around much, he was a drummer in a pretty popular band back then. He taught me everything I know. I spent a lot of time practicing when I was young, the drums were my only real comfort. We moved around a lot, touring all over Europe. I was often the center of attention at the band's parties, everyone seemed to think I was "the cutest little thing they'd ever seen," but I'm pretty sure they all just wanted me to like them so they could get with my dad. I didn't really care though, I loved the attention. Furthermore, I don't have many real friends since I moved around a lot, or they're only my friend because they think my dad is awesome. Furthermore, I love the ones I do have though. Eventually I found some people that loved music as much as I do, and they were pretty cool so we started a band. I'm the happiest when I'm up on stage, and a huge crowd is cheering for me. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! I have a slight case of epilepsy, I was diagnosed when I was ten. Usually I don't have problems, but once in a while a few drum beats or flashing lights at a show might be a problem, so I'm on medication for it. I am played by Amelia Back up: [closed - can be a back-up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything] ♫ Rock On – Band North America ♪ Engel Singer: Quote: Originally Posted by Raccoon_Cronus [Linnea] I play for [North America]. My band is called [Engel]. I am the [singer] in my band. My band members call me [Lina, Deal and Blue] a lot. But my mother calls me [Linnea Delacroix]. I am and have live [17] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [April 17th]. For my birthday, I would like [any kind of stuffed animal, a real pet, something made from the heart, and it would be great if someone could get me a new I-pod]. But I will throw out [a bought card with nothing on it but what Hallmark wrote, nothing by you] if I receive them. I love: [Singing, dancing, partying, staring up at the sky, reading/singing our songs, small animals, wolves, spending time with my band, and getting to just be myself and not worry what people might think]. However, I hate: [thunderstorms, lightning, sleeping in the dark, people being rude and mean to my band, and poachers]. I am [single] and I am [straight]. [none yet] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [A girl who is timid and shy, at first sight I look like a girl that speaks her mind and is loud. However, I am not any of that except on stage. Nevertheless, off-stage I am quiet and scared in different ways. After what my father did to me, I am not good at opening up to many people. When I first meet someone, it takes me a few days before I stop being so shy. I keep to my self a lot, spending a lot of my time with my head in the clouds. Many people perceive me as a person who does not follow rules, only because thy see my hair and how I am dressed, but they're wrong. I am too scared to break a rule, afraid of what the punishment might be. There are many things that I am afraid, to scared to do, one of the things have coasted me many different boyfriends, and finally I just gave up. All my life for some reason or another I am afraid of relationships, afraid of getting to close and getting a broken heart, afraid of having sex. I do not get why but many of my previous psychologists tell me all my timid, scared, and shyness was caused by all the pain my dad has put me through. Well I’m not sure what the truth is, but still it seems right, ah I don’t know. But all this is me, I may have missed a few things but once you get to know me you’ll see the real fun, cute, caring me. The that loves to sing, dance, and party]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [I was born at a hospital in Sacramento, California. Here I had to stay an extra 2 weeks in the baby care because I would not be breastfed, apparently I was really fussy, only wanting a certain type of formula. After that, my parents moved me to Marin County, just above San Francisco. I was doing okay for one year and then I got sicker. My parents took me to the hospital in San Fran. The doctors soon told my parents that I had a hole in my heart, a VSD, and then my heart was getting big faster than normal. I kept going back to that hospital for checkups every 3 weeks. I was okay in a sense until I was 3. Furthermore, I was put into pre-school, but I was absent a lot during the year. Being held at the hospital for treatment and staying home because I was weak and sick. Soon I developed a mild cause of pneumonia. It was not so severe, so I was allowed to go to school. I went to a kindergartner and excelled, but I was only there 3 months out of the whole year. My pneumonia soon was getting worse, I had to stay home. My check-ups were now every week. The doctors told my parents that the hole in my heart was not closing, and my heart was the size of an eight-year-old’s. If I did not have open-heart surgery soon I would die. Therefore, in April I went into the hospital for my open-heart surgery. They fixed me up, but I was so lucky, they only had one more piece of scar tissue that they used to patch up my hole. I stayed in the hospital for a long time and when I finally got out my parents asked me what I wanted to do. I told them I wanted a pool. When I was five, we moved around a lot until we settled in the city I live in now. Everything was uneventful or so my mom thought. Behind her back, ever since I could walk, my dad was molesting me. Finally, when I was seven I told my mom that he was touching me in weird places. She right away got a divorce, she got the house and me, my ex-father got the money. I had to go to a psychologist every week, they never helped, and I never expressed my feelings. Everything was kept inside as I have been doing my whole life. All through elementary and middle school I never told anyone, being the loner, the girl that no one talked too because she was too quiet. I did not go to a public school but private schools. My mom met a new man, a Navy SEAL. They soon got married and I soon had 2 twin brothers. They were 19 when I was 7, and they were the best thing to happen in my life. I loved them so much, they were my everything. However, this was not to last 5 years after I met them, I was 12 they were 24, they died. My dad and I went to go and pick them up from their fight in Iraq, only to find them wounded and almost in the same place. We went into the military helicopter with them to go to the hospital. I held them both in my arms. The told me to live my life, never giving up no matter what happens, never give in, never let sadness consume me, and always live for them. Live my life for them, make them proud. I promised them that I would do that, 5 minutes later one brother died, 5 minutes after that the other died. Both lying dead in my arms I never wanted to let them go, but I had too. They died 1 month before my first year in high school All my life up until high school was closed up. High school was a very different experience for me. I met new people and no one seemed to ignore me. I made friends with almost everyone. Though I would always be found in hall 9, the emo hallway I was in no way emo. Soon in the middle of my first year, I met all my band members. They had already started to be a band. We became very close friends and I would go over and watch them practice all the time. One day they asked me to sing on of their songs. I did and from that I day I became their singer. I do not write the songs, I may help, but I just sing them; sing the words that my best friend write. But even these great friends don’t even know about my life before high school, I don’t want to lose their friendship, I don’t want them to find me weird, I don’t want to make anything awkward]. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [I look different all the time. Here are all my styles: x X x] I am played by [Raccoon_Chronus] Lead guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Jaunt Michael Jaden I play for North America. My band is called Engel. I am the Lead Guitarist in my band. My band members call me MJ, Mike or Mikey a lot. But my mother calls me Michael Jaden Walker. I am and have lived for 18 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on June 10th. For my birthday, I would like a new iPod, tuner, video games, guitar game controller for Guitar Hero and Rockland, camcorder, more ram for my pc, a headset, dance pad for DDR, Final Fantasy figurines, more Manga, a new laptop and a new guitar case. But I will throw out birthday cards, anything I consider girly and cologne (I only use certain brands) if I receive them. I love: video games (especially Final Fantasy, DDR and Guitar Hero), music, Anime/Manga, writing, composing, running, my guitar, my dog, the outdoors, traveling, soda, junk food, Japanese snacks, my friends/bandmates and so much more. However, I hate: rap, forced exercise, people who complain about the smallest things, people who use others, people who attempt to pick fights with either myself or my bandmates and there are a few more things, but I just can't think of it at the moment. I am single and I am straight. ______ is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am a relatively happy camper; however it doesn't take much to tick me off. I've had a not so fun past of anger issues, but I'm slowly getting over it. I'm not really shy, but I prefer for people to come to me rather I go to them. Furthermore, I try not seem like a jerk, but my sarcasm seems to hurt people, so I try not to use that as much as I can; however, if I slip up... Disregard it. I love to have fun and rock out, playing my Guitar helps a lot with the stress. DDR and Guitar Hero are also my favorite stress relievers. I'm a bit on the competitive side, but I'm not a sore loser... Unless I flat out know you ripped me off. I love a good song and a good laugh. Well, at least my therapist says I should laugh more often. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... I've had a pretty normal life. I was born in sunny side San Diego, California on the tenth of June. When I was in fifth grade, I started taking a band class at my school, playing percussion, and I loved it. I continued in middle school and high school and loved it. When I was ten, I started taking guitar lessons, and now, five years later, I'm writing my own songs and singing them. I started composing songs when I was twelve years old, and I continue to do it. During my freshman year, I joined the marching band and was put on pit/front ensemble. That's the group up front that doesn't really march, but plays xylophone and auxiliary percussion up in front. My tenth grade year, I was put on tenors (the five drums). I enjoy it so much. Also, I joined the school's jazz band and am part of the concert band. Aside from music, I also enjoy writing. I have enjoyed writing ever since I was in elementary school. I used to write little short stories all the time and my mom would read them and save them. Once I hit middle school, I started working on a novel. It's... Still not finished yet. Did I mention I'm a procrastinator? Well, now you officially know. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! Yeah, I sing and I think I sing good too. But I'm not really fond of singing in front of others, but if I have to... I'll sing background vocals. I am played by Jaunt Bass guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by o0Calyx0o [Tanya] I play for [North America]. My band is called [Engel]. I am the [bass] in my band. My band members call me [Lover, because of my last name, or Strings- because I'm the only one who ever has extra] a lot. But my mother calls me [Tanya Annalise Love]. I am and have live [21] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [December 30]. For my birthday, I would like [new boots and a PS3]. But I will throw out [socks] if I receive them. I love: [accents, band guys, video games]. However, I hate: [band guys, my siblings (not really, but eh.)]. I am [single] and I am [straight]. [Don't have] a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [a bit of a wallflower, until someone drags me on stage and puts my bass in my hands. I don't like to talk to a lot of new people, but once I trust someone, I'll tell 'em anything.]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [I'm the middle child in a family of four- three brothers, two older-they're twins- and one younger. I love them to death, but they've been bad influences on me. My mom's been raising us since I was six, when my dad died from cancer. Tim-one of the twins-got me started playing guitar when I was around twelve. We had a little family band going for a while until they went to college, which is when I started looking for another gig. I'm taking a sabbatical from college to do this thing, so I better hope we do good.]. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [I'm a pretty good mechanic-growing up with three guys'll do that to you.] I am played by [o0Calyx0o] Drums: Quote: Originally Posted by Giza 'Sticks' I play for North America. My band is called [Engel]. I am the drummer in my band. My band members call me 'Sticks', 'Doctor Sticks', 'General Sticks', 'Commander Sticks', 'Führer Sticks'...pretty much any title and the word 'Sticks' after it a lot. But my mother calls me Jacob Lang Huntington. I am and have lived 22 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on January 26th. For my birthday, I would like books, perhaps new drumsticks. But I will throw out ugly clothes if I receive them. I love: books, drums, music, video games, some certain TV shows. However, I hate: not being left alone when I wish it, my abilities being underestimated, people being picked on. I am single and I am straight. [No one at this moment] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am reclusive--if you were to describe me in one word, that would be it. In life, I am often alone and have gotten quite used to it; however, if people come seeking advice when I'm not busy reading or gaming, then I am happy to oblige. As such, people have come to rely on me and treat me like a mystical 8-ball for their problems. As if I have nothing else to do, you know? Anyway, that's how I am backstage. On-stage, I am a maniac on drums and my skills are there to show it. I have a nasty habit of inserting drum solos at every good opportunity. Really, it's what I'm famous for...and my relatively small fan base loves me because of it. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... My parents were always pretty busy; trips to other states and unforeseen business meetings were common. My big brother, my little sister and I were pretty much raised by each other, the TV and whoever happened to be our 'babysitter' for that period. Don't get me wrong, we still saw moms and pops, but not as often as the other kids in our neighborhood would see theirs, ya know? Anyway, one day, James--my brother--bought me a drum kit for my birthday and a pair of sticks. I think I was like nine at this time. All day and night, played the damn drums; probably why I'm good. Joined my very first band at age 13, I'm proud to say. I left a year later because of complications between me and the singer--he was a bitch, always bullying us just because he was the frontman. Had that 'god complex' thing, you know? I remember a time were we just Duke it out on the stage at one of our gigs--oh, where was I? Right. So I continued drumming it up for various local bands, never staying in one long. Then, three years ago, I met these real cool cats. I fit in enough with them that they asked me to stay, probably because of my skill. So I did; we all seem to get along pretty well, and I don't feel the need to kill any of them in their sleep. I think I'm the oldest one there; fits, really. I said earlier that I'm the 'WISE UNCLE' of the group, and really I'm not, but people think I am. Furthermore, I also have a solo career, but I don't play much. Mainly because finding supporting guitarists is hard, and finding vocalists that can match what I record in the studio is even harder. Add that I play thrash metal drum-style with soft, soothing singing, and you've got a recipe for disaster. Still, I've managed to get two albums out in the past five years. The first one was called 'Elements' and the second one 'Voices In The Darkness'. Still, I've earned enough from touring with these cats and my solo albums to help finance our band; due to my Richie-rich upbringing and the dinero I've earned from these ventures, I end up paying most of the costs. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! My play style is fast and heavy, like an elephant on a train. Seems to fit with the rest of the band pretty well. I'm also a fatherly kind of person with Linnea, you know I'm always there to listen to and comfort her when she needs it, and I kind of act like a proper father-figure to her, also I'm perhaps a bit overprotective of her. I am played by Giza Back up: [closed - can be a back-up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything] ♫ Rock On – Band South America ♪ Illusion Singer: Quote: Originally Posted by Remark Sander I play for South America. My band is called Illusion. I am the Singer in my band. My band members call me Sander a lot. But my mother calls me Sandro Puerto. I am and have live 20 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on 31st of October. For my birthday, I would like A new mike, any music (I’ll give any style a try, yes, even rapping and classical), a dream catcher (Kinda a habit of collecting them) or a gift card. But I will throw out Nothing, I will give it to my sisters though if I really don’t like it. If I receive them. I love: Dream Catchers and all that sorta mystic stuff, music (obviously), my family, dogs, Mexican food, autumn and my ’scooter’ which I got for my eighteenth!. However, I hate: Cold weather, bullies, fish, winter, any scratches or marks on my scooter, horses (yes I’m scared of them, nasty things can sense your fear!) and planes. I am Single and I am Bi. _______ is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am Very protective of people I care about, especially my twin sister Anita. I’m a hard worker and mum says I’ve got a pretty stubborn attitude. I don’t like backing down to anyone, and I’m generally the one who’ll defend an underdog just because they’re the underdog. Furthermore, I’m pretty easy going through, even if I do worry about my friends and family, some of them can be too outgoing for their own good! The only time I’ve ever lost my temper is when those I care for are in danger, only happened a couple of times that I can remember. Oh, did I mention? I also tend to be a bit forgetful, so I’ll walk into a room to get something, forget what it was and leave, then come back and repeat the procedure until I either remember or someone reminds me. I’m not stupid or anything, my mind just tends to wander and daydream a lot. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... My dad was a businessman from North America who ‘fell in love with my mum’ who was born, raised and lived in Peru. They got married and a year later mum had me and Anita. Anita was born deaf though so tensions were always high between mum and dad where she was concerned. We grew up in Peru, my homeland and proud of it! A couple of years after we were born, we were about six then, my dad left mum for a younger, empty-headed blonde, leaving her to try and scrounge enough money to buy a small place for us to live. We were happy though, and I had never gotten on with dad so him being gone wasn’t too bad for me. I did however lose my temper for the first time though on the last day I saw him. I don’t remember it well, but I do remember hitting him as hard as I could and threw something at his back just before he walked out the door...Yeah, I don’t think he was too upset to leave. Anyway, we settled down after that, mum took on two extra jobs on top of her other one to keep enough money going for us to live on. When I was thirteen though two things happened. Because Anita was born deaf, she was often teased. I was meant to go collect her to take her home when I saw her being attacked by some bullies. Naturally I was furious, I started fighting them, got beaten up pretty badly. It was only when they left I realized what had happened. Somehow they’d managed to cut at her throat with something, she was bleeding badly. I rushed her to the nearest hospital, but they couldn’t save her voice, her vocal cords had been too badly damaged, so now Anita’s a mute as well. On top of that my mum was raped coming back from one of her jobs. We were all pretty shaken up at this point, Anita and I didn’t go to school for a couple of months either and when she had recovered, we both took on jobs so that mum could rest because she’d gotten pregnant. I was fourteen when Catalina was born. Just because she was a child of rape though didn’t mean mum didn’t love her just as much, nor me and Anita. It did mean money was getting a little tight though, we hardly had any spare time. We scraped by though, and we were perfectly happy, so why should I complain? It was around this time I started singing, actually. Mum heard me while I was cleaning the house for her (she was so tired after work I felt bad)and next thing I knew she’d got me into singing lessons. I really enjoyed them and my teacher said I was progressing fast! Things carried on smoothly till I was sixteen, that’s when mum met Matthew. He was visiting the shop she was working in at the time, and they hit it off really well. A couple of months later and we were moving in with him in his fairly large home, and mum was pregnant again. She gave birth to yet another girl, little Noemi. Mum and Matthew stayed together till I was eighteen, that’s when they decided to get married, and Matthew gave me my scooter to try and buy my acceptance of him becoming my step-dad. He didn’t need to, he’s a cool guy and good for mum, but I guess with me being the main man in mum’s life he had to win my friendship or something, I’m not complaining though! Also, after looking for a good band, I finally found the one I’m in now. They’re so cool the other guys, and I’m really glad to have found them! Needless to say, I’m just as protective of them as I am my family, so I probably get a little annoying at times, but we get on really well! And now we’re going to America, up against other amazing bands, I can’t believe it! I’ve got my family and all their friends rooting for us, but we can always use more support!. Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! You do anything that hurts my sisters and I swear I’ll tear your heads off and drag your guts out! That’s what I tell the guys who’ve gone out with Anita anyway, the other two are too young to go on dates! Also, for the record, I’ve only done a major crash once on my scooter! I am played by Remark Lead guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Dear Leslie [Fitch] I play for [South America]. My band is called [Illusion]. I am the [Lead Guitarist] in my band. My band members call me [Fitch, ATT.] a lot. But my mother calls me [Atticus Fitch Blank]. I am and have live [18] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [November 24th]. For my birthday, I would like [a new i-phone {mine is cracked!}, mixed tapes {I like listening to people's own music thus my huge music library}, a mandolin, uhm candy? . But I will throw out [no gag gifts. I have enough of those ;]] if I receive them. I love: [hard candies, beaches, ocean, warm weather, video games, lightning]. However, I hate: [chocolate {ice!}, snow, show girls]. I am [single] and I am [bi]. [-] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [So, a lot of people call me a total nerd, but I disagree. Just 'cause I play video games doesn't mean I'm a nerd... but maybe I am a little. Not the Dungeons and Dragons kind though. I really am a sweet guy, I like to do nice things like open doors for ladies, so I guess I'm quite the gentleman. I'm a total funny guy though. Furthermore, I really like making people laugh and bringing smiles to people's faces. Furthermore, I'm very respectful and try to be good though some people think I'm a flirt. Usually I'm relaxed, but I freak out from time to time, just my nerves. Sometimes though my temper flares I get kinda mad, but no worries just hit. I'll be alright.]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [So I was born with the name Atticus... yeah, like the guy from To Kill a Mockingbird, mom's favorite book. I was actually born in Canada. Yeah, up in the Arctic North, in Manitoba Winnipeg to be precise. My mother and my father are both Canadian born and raised. But when I was born my dad's company offered him a job in Brazil. He said sure so he moved little three-year-old me, and two-year-old Muse down to Brazil. Oh wow, I totally forgot to mention, my little sister Muse. She was born a year after me, so we've always been best friends. So moved to Brazil, which is so much better than the frozen North if you ask me. Muse likes it better up there, but she's a little crazy. Muse and I would've had more siblings, but mom could never make it past the third month... she always lost them. It kinda took a toll on her so she's very sensitive, but I love her anyway. So otherwise I'm a pretty normal kid. I went to school came home to my mom. Ate dinner, dad would come home talk to dad. I always tried to do as good as Muse in school, but I had a hard time doing that. So I wanted to find something I was good at. In fifth grade my mom bought me a little blue guitar. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! I started playing from that day and I said I would play forever. To my surprise I was perfect at it... so now Muse and I had something we were good at. Well then I went threw this phase where I was too cool... ya know how kids are. I went out and partied and did stupid shit. Anyway, let's not talk about that. Then I met the cool group that I'm with now. We're all really tight and get along super well. Though sometimes being a blonde I don't feel like I fit in, but it's all good. They make me feel welcome. We make beautiful music together! . Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [I just started really trying to sing, ya know. Try and back up Sander... a lot of people say I'm perfect, and sound like Anthony Green, but Nash... I don't believe 'um. And I have this fish tattoo that I got during my idiot phase... I don't know why I did it, but it's there on my right shoulder. I am played by [Dear Leslie] Bass guitar: Quote: Originally Posted by Jaunt "Princes" Bella I play for South America. My band is called Illusion. I am the Bass Guitarist in my band. My band members call me Bella, Bells, Bell, Lili and Princes (those meanies!) a lot. But my mother calls me Isabella Liliana De La Cruz. I am and have live 17 years. I will be a year older than what I am now on May 5. For my birthday, I would like clothes, anything cute (Mario Products will make me love you forever!), books (especially romances), sweets and more guitar picks (I keep losing those). But I will throw out anything I find offensive if I receive them. I love: my guitar my little Romeo (isn't he so cute?!), dancing, Mario Products, my cellphone, boys, music, clothes, fashion, Filipino food and there's a lot more. However, I hate: hot weather, sweating, rude people, anything too physical, fights/fighting and being picked on. I am single and I am straight. _____ is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am a typical girly girl, but I hate it when people call me that. I've been called weird; I've been called off, but that's what makes me unique. I'm normally a happy-go-lucky gal; I love to be silly and crazy, but I know my limits. Furthermore, I don't like being the center of attention, but that's something I have to get used to especially being in a band. Furthermore, I love to laugh and I'm easily amused. Furthermore, I love a good song, and I'll sometimes sing along with it (and maybe dance if it's that type of song). Furthermore, I'm a huge sap for romance; woo me with words or sing me a song and I'll melt. Furthermore, I hate it when people are rude or pick on me. Furthermore, I try not to start fights and I really don't know how to end one. Furthermore, I'm a follower, never the leader; I look up to others and I care for others than I do for myself. Furthermore, I also love to dress up and look cute. But please, even if I am a girly girl-don't assume I'm stupid, because I'm not (I speak five different languages!). I'm just as smart as anyone else is. Sometimes I may look like it; but I'm not really shy, I'll be more than happy to talk or if you need an ear, I'll be more than happy to listen. I love my friends, my family and my bandmates more than anything else in this world. And I apologize if I come off as an annoying person. I try not to be, but if I am, you're welcome to say something. My bandmates/best friends do it all the time! But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... I'm originally from the Philippines. My mother is a full blood Filipino and my father is a Latin American who was born in the States, but came from a Brazilian family background. Anyway, my parents met in the Philippines (my dad was in the Air Force at this time) and after a few years of dating, they had gotten married, and then they had sweet little' me! My mother and I stayed in the Philippines for a little over two years until my father got stationed back in the States. We traveled a lot during my childhood years and our family grew. First my younger brother (Ramiro) was born a few months after my third birthday. And before Ramiro's fifth birthday I got a cute little sister (Lucia) and another adorable little brother (Erik) at the same time; meaning my mom gave birth to twins. Anyway, my dad recently just retired, and my parents bought a nice house here. Now I should probably talk a bit about my music background. Sorry about that! Well, during my stay at France--I was fourteen--I met this really cute boy--who I dated for a while--and I had asked him to teach me how to play the guitar. I attended their practices, sometimes got to play with them and as a going away present, since I was moving, they all pitched in and bought me a bass guitar! Since that day and up til now, that guitar has always been my baby. So you can say that I've had a pretty normal or at least a good childhood. Unlike most of my bandmates, nothing too traumatic has happened during my life. This is something I thank God every day for, because I feel really fortunate. So, there are quite a few times that I've annoyed or angered my bandmates because of my abnormal bubbliness. . Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! Before I started playing the guitar, my mother kinda dragged me into playing the piano. And I know five languages which consist of Japanese, English, Spanish, Tagalog and French. I am played by Jaunt Drums: Quote: Originally Posted by Raccoon_Cronus [Tony] I play for [South America]. My band is called [Illusion]. I am the [Drummer] in my band. My band members call me [Tony, Tony Baloney, An] a lot. But my mother calls me [Antonia Rather]. I am and have live [21] years. I will be a year older than what I am now on [April 14th]. For my birthday, I would like [a new bass, Jimmy Page's autograph, and anything related to rock music]. But I will throw out [anything girly, anything that has something to do with rap, and clothes] if I receive them. I love: [to play/rock out to music, Rock N' Roll, Led (Jimmy Page), beaches, forests, and the nighttime]. However, I hate: [Rap, and well just rap or anything to do with rap]. I am [single] and I am [straight]. [____] is a person I like a lot. Now if you really want to know me I am [Rocking, drum playing Tom Boy, enough said... what?! I have to talk more. Darn. Alright so more about me, I'm me! Okay fine, I'm outgoing and harsh, I come from a more American family to my life is a little Topsy Terry and what not, but I find ways to keep everything in my own little world, all nice and perfect. And that's all you'll get to know]. But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [Okay so my history, I will bite you if you repeat some of this. So, my father is American, white, and he married my mother who is an Argentina woman. About 1 year after their marriage, they had my big brother, Junes, and moved into southern Argentina. Her after 3 years they had me, Antonia. Well you could say that I am mostly like my mom, but I am not. So I look like her, but I asked more like my father. I would always go out onto the beach and explore, hiking into the woods and doing other exploring things. Playing with the boys was and still is one of my hobbies. Though I may look girly because I actually have a body does not mean I won't fight a person. Any way back to my history. So when I was 5 my next brother was born, Thomas. He is so cute. He would play with me all the time; well my brothers in general would play with me. About 2 years after Thomas was born, there was another, Carlos. Aw, he’s so cute, he’s the American in the family, besides my dad, but for the life of me I have no idea how or why he has red hair. So confusing And now I shall tread back to my life. So school, boring! I was not a studying kind of person, but for some reason I would still get higher grades, who knows. Anyway, during middle school I walked into this music store and found a drum set. I had always loved rock music and really wanted to know how to play the drums, so I bought them and took them home. Boy where my parents made. But in a few years I was great, my family put me up to be a drummer in this older dude band, ewe. Nevertheless, it did help, from there I advanced into better bands, more my age. And soon I found my new home. My band, my friends, my loves. I love them with all my heart, well more than other, but do not tell them this! Anyway, I helped as much as I can writing songs, practicing, and what not. Now I just cannot believe that we’re going to America to compete in a competition to see who is the best in the world! Please root for us]!!! Did I forget anything else? Oh, yeah! [Hurt, poke or do anything to my band members and I will literally rip your head off, I have been practicing kick boxing since Carlos was born and that was when I was 7. Oh, and I seem to sing a lot, but I hate singing on stage, I just feel really weird.] I am played by [Raccoon_Chronus] Back up: [closed - can be a back-up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything] ♫ Rock On ♪ ♫O♪P♫E♪N♫ ♪ FOR ♪ ONCE ♫T♪A♫L♪K♫ ^^; sorry about Linnea's bio and personality for being so long the bio came out being that long because I used a lot of my life in it O.oi never thought it would be that long though:heart: please join my dears -----------------------I'm heading off to bed, so pm me when you can Laaaaaaaaaawl-- Should have seen this coming. XD ;] yes, yes you should have :P:hug: lol ^.^ Lol but you didn't! =P Dude. I just noticed that Lady Hello's character's pic and my character's pic are the same person, but different pictures... O_AND CAN I SAY THAT AAR ANI IS HOT? ’D What? My pic is a girl you have some buff guy or that is what is up on the page when I look at it? 0.o No my girl is a girl, and she is Asian..... I thought NO OOO.-sigh-I have another profile for an Asian girl. *clams down* Ok.-clams down-ok then as long as you weren't trying to say she was a man. ^.^ Lol. Nope! I wouldn't do that. XD Law-- add Lola silly peoples oh and just a reminder if you guys didn't see it. In the intro on both this thread and the RP one. The word Home has the place where they will be staying and if you guys didn't see them here they are:[I too tired to put them in pinkies O.o] Woah, holy crap. That place looks like a nightmare to navigate. Especially for one directionally challenged, like Sticks is. [Forgot to mention that, but oh well! Just another quirk I have up my sleeve.] XD I was bored and was looking around at weird interesting houses and I found this one o.oi thought it would be kinda perfect for this RP. Cause it all rock and roll and wackiness and also yeah oh yeah if you want me to add anything to your pros just pm ^.^ and things like crushes and band names will be added latter [the people ring in the same band should pm each other or something and come up with a name any question don't be afraid to pm me :P NVM, Lady Hello. TDI forgot that I picked different pictures. I'd almost picked the one, though. Pics for the lounge, practice rooms and rooms too? If you have time that it =) Wow....you need trackers to keep up where everyone is in that thing. I like it though ^.^ Lol it is fine :p Lol I love the house xD when I gets back I'll find other pixies for the bands and toughies ^.^ if you wanted you can find a pixie for a bedroom you would like to stay in ^.^ o. O Workers! That DOES look like a nightmare to navigate in... And I'm getting this huge feeling that there are stairs that go in all directions. But at the same time... It's an awesome looking house. I'd totally live there... :3 bedroom eh? =) yeah, if you wanted your person to have their own bedroom that fits their styles and what not, you can find that pic or I'll just find a gigantic number of bedrooms, and you can choose ^.^*Special News* The Back-Up spots have been closed down. They might be reopened after all the bands are filled up, so for now there are only 4 people per band.~ so that means that Band Asia can come up with a name and then start posting.~ Band North America still needs a bass guitarist~ Band Australia still needs lead and bass guitar~ Band Europe needs a singer, bass guitar, and drums~ And Bands Africa and South America*Pictures*Here you will find all the pics~ Please choose the practice rooms you would like to practice in and I'll put them in the correct folders for future reference~ I found many different bedroom pics that you can choose from ^.^ just tell me which one and I'll put it in the correct folder.~ If you are picking your own bedroom picture then please pm which one you want and all post it in the folder.~ The reason I have these folders is for me and then fact that I will post all the chosen pictures up on the RP page once I'm all organized.~hankies :heart: Alright guys. I CAME UP WITH SOME NAMES EURASIA:"ABNER" - A Band Whose Name Is Random Letters. Ace of Spades Access Denied Acid Tears ACK! - Acronyms for the Japanese words 'Anita Chili USO!'. Which translated means 'You Little Shit!' "C.U.N.T." - See You Next Thursday. XD C4 (an explosive) Purple Hippo - I don't even know. When we pick our name for Asia, maybe I'll let the other bands pick one of the names. XD Some names Rain, Lady and I came up with. Lady came up with Zing came up with Enchained and FuzionThe rest were all Rain Still waiting on Ledge, but so far it looks like our name bank is pretty good. n_edit: I have there more names . Well words that could be names, but I haven't found a way to make them 'awesome' credit edit: ah XD here we go Sunrise 0 (or Zero) . oh, look at that another name out of the blue Zero G lol Anyways moving on, Eminent Blue and Enigma 6 Code: Add-ins Sunrise 0/Zero G Eminent Blue Enigma 6 -sigh- How will weeverpick outonename? Lol, I never thought about that... my mind was set on coming up with names. Well we could, do ENE mine MOE (or however you spell it) catch a tiger by his toe. Etc. >...> or we can flip a coin and post results like say we are trying to choose between A, B, C, and D. LenGe: Out of A and B... A wins... out of C and D... C wins Rain: B wins... C wins Lady: B wins... C winsome: B wins D wins Winners B and C... we flip for those But if thatstoocomplicated... maybe two or three should just do it OR one person can flip?OR we can each pick up to two or three names? Post them and think on those. If there is two people for one name it goes up to the next round... process of elimination (SP?). A B C D E F G and H1 1 3 2 1 0 4 --- 0round 2C DG then out of those, we pick the best then the best out of those two. Etc. Or we can each just pick two names (At least. No more than four). Pick the best out of those and post our answer and vote on the best (or the top two and flip a coin or have someone pick for us. -wiggles eyebrows at Cronus-)(n_n') sorry for long post there... O. O Er, I'm confused. What the heck is C and D? *flails erratically and stabs finger at the board* Forget it! We shall be called Asian Fusion...! Wait...NVM...everyone else is Japanese....so much for my dreams of diversity, he--should we all be speaking in Japanese or English to each other in the RP? How about: Sunrise Ignorant Bliss or Above the Flames_^ sorry for being such a crazy person...or am I too late to submit names in? Well you can speak what ever you like to each other in your band.but it would be most helpful if you knew a little English for us less fortunate :PO.o wait... why JU wiggling and eyebrow at me miss Kashmir No I mean we'll post in English but pretend to be talking in Japanese, like:Kon Ichikawa, Jin said. He continued on in his stunted Japanese ", how are you all feeling today?"something like that oh-continues saying ohhh for an Uber long time] i see That would be loved, or you can write it in kanji and what not, but post a translation down at the bottom of the post ignore this post, sorry Larval~ Normally, I italicized my sentences when my character is speaking in another language via story or role play. I also have a Kanji to Romani converter if you want to use that too... Just so people don't get squares when they're using a different font. English to Japanese Converter Kanji to Romani Converter It's fun to play with~ I use it for my Manga based fan fictions~ :3 Lol A B C D and just examples XD like A for example would be Zing= Fusion= purple hippo dwell were not all JP! (Japanese) . Are they all JP really?edit: I thought Jing was Chinese =LOL well our imaginary back up singer can be the other people we don't have in the group. -Cough-view, thai, etc.-cough-=) Speaking like would be awesome LenGeEDIT EDIT: I sent PMs =) can band that aren't full start brainstorming names??? I don't know because if you have a name, and someone joins what if they don't like it, or they wanted to contribute too? True, good point, but I guess you could come up with names and save them for later. For when you get your last person North American band members... this is you band name package!!! Wootage! Here are some names our very own Giza [I call JU Sufi ^.^] made cause your coon is brain-dead XD we shall have like a tally system thingy for now:♪ per vote everyone can vote with us ^.^ . pweaseVisions ♪ Blood Doll Siege Engine Whitewash ♪ Last Living Souls Feel Good Inc. M1A1 Brave New World Parade of Death After Confession Black Brick Road The Beautiful People [ha ha] Euthanasia Disposable Heroes ♪ Damage Inc. Creeping Death ♪ The Perfect Drug Survivalist S.I.N. Engel [German for 'Angel'] ♪ Demonic Phenomenon Burned Out of the Fire [Better for an album cover, don't you think?] Saints of Hell Saints of the Crossroad ♪ All of those are song names because I have absolutely no creativity, and I am a total fruit loop. I must say, I like 'Engel', 'Whitewash' and 'Creeping Death' the most. I think I must have accidentally taken some DXM or something because I have no idea why I suggested 'Siege Engine', 'Visions', 'Last Living Souls', 'The Beautiful People', 'Disposable Heroes' or 'Demonic Phenomenon'. LOL but JU has brain activity and that's what counts!!!oh I'll post up 2 more sorry it took me a while. Dogs distracted memes edited the names' thingy with a vote thingy Nice vote system. Now all we have to do is wait for the other two to cast theirs. Perhaps a compromise could be worked if none get more than one. -nods- trues trues yes an agreement can command for the only one vote and stuff that's why I suggested that anyone can vote :P Feel Good Inc.? Taking something from the Gorilla? And Brave New World? Natasha theme~ I'm on to you Anime people! Add Law-- Kidding. Mind if I contribute a bit? I don't know why but if I really like Rejected by Hollywood. Burned and Out of the Fire both sound like album covers to me. But if I had to be chosen from the list... I think I like Visions and Disposable Heroes. Your votes are gone be added as soon as I post this :P yes foot vote was cast Lola :P Two Japanese, one half Japanese(btw, if Semi's dad is Korean you need to change her last name to Korean) and one Taiwanese. It's ok, we'll just pretend that Jin's amazing Asian genes gave him a super brain to understand Japanese. Ha ha ha...ignore the stereotype people'm sorry Kashmir but the ABC system is too much for my short attention span. Can we all just put in one favorite band name that someone else thought of (which narrows it down to four choices)and vote(I don't know how we're going to vote, but it'll happen)? Or we can just take my dad's fishing hat, toss in a few scraps of paper and shove it up some random passerby's face and demand that they choose one XD just kidding, I'm in rambling mode now. LOL I would seriously go put the names in hats and shove them in random peoples faces. It's okay Ledge =) with this, you should be able to understand it XD (it's like a tournament)RESULTS Choices:C4 - 1Above the Flames - 2Enchained - 2Sunrise - 1Access Denied - 1Acid Tears - 1ACK! - 1C. U.N.T. - 1Ignorant Bliss - 1Need to choose between Enchained & Above the Flames Adding another...ACK!=) there now there are three names to choose from you guys. Now I believe those three are our favorite ones. (Reason for not having four choices -- two or more people like the same name)Okay, it would have been easier with two choices but there's three. We could do like Cronus and have everyone vote (us too). OR rate on a scale 1 to 5 which one we like the best/most. An alternative to that would be put them in order from best name to worst name (well not worst, but you get the point right?)EDIT: lol rereading my post, I read the two names as one 'Enchained & Above the Flames' >.>; sounds like a nice song/album/name credit EDIT: @ Cap'n Cronus: Hamm I VOTE Disposable Heroes... but there's Engel too hmmmENGEL! :o my vote is done. Quote: Originally Posted by Raccoon_Cronus North American band members... this is you band name package!!! Wootage! Here are some names our very own Giza [I call JU Sufi ^.^] made because your coon is brain-dead XD we shall have like a tally system thingy for now: ♪ per vote everyone can vote with us ^.^ . Pwease Visions ♪ Blood Doll Siege Engine Whitewash ♪ Last Living Souls Feel Good Inc. M1A1 Brave New World Parade of Death After Confession Black Brick Road The Beautiful People [ha ha] Euthanasia Disposable Heroes ♪ Damage Inc. Creeping Death ♪ The Perfect Drug Survivalist S.I.N. Engel [German for 'Angel'] ♪♪ Demonic Phenomenon Burned Out of the Fire [Better for an album cover, don't you think?] Saints of Hell Saints of the Crossroad ♪ witness!!!! Votes more please peoples anyone can :P Naidoo! Visions! Visions, dammit! D8 DDD Kidding... ANYHOW! I'm having a bit of a hard time with choosing a nice room for my super sexy Mikey~ Law... That rhymes. Bedroom 1 (Please ignore the free advertising from Extreme Makeover add) Bedroom 2 (Please ignore the annoying and Trippe wallpaper) A bit of friendly help please? 3 bedroom 1 photo account is inactive... :(-nods- inactive ACK! Dammit... I'll go look for it again... Sgt;Sgt; Lola, when you go, save it to your account, it will work then -nods- Bedroom 1 Hamm... I'm thinking about doubling... A female character for either Europe or South America. Would it be possible or okay? Sgt;Sgt;;;; ^.^ you can have 2 ^.^ the more, the merrier, also because we want to start posting lolling works now ^^ Awesome sauce! I'll go work on her now then~ Lt;3 So yeah, help me with the bedrooms! Now to go find one for my chica. Alrighties I'll upload both to my photo bucket, and then we will pick for you*Special News [2/17/10]*~ Band Asia can come up with a name and then start posting.~ Band North America can come up with a name and then start posting.~ Band Australia still needs a bass guitar.~ Band Europe needs a bass guitar.~ Band Africa needs a lead and bass guitar, and drums.~ Band South America a lead and bass guitar.*Pictures [re-post for those that are new]*Here you will find all the pics~ Please choose the practice rooms you would like to practice in and I'll put them in the correct folders for future reference~ I found many different bedroom pics that you can choose from ^.^ just tell me which one and I'll put it in the correct folder.~ If you are picking your own bedroom picture then please pm which one you want and all post it in the folder.~ The reason I have these folders is for me and then fact that I will post all the chosen pictures up on the RP page once I'm all organized.~hankies :heart: I like the first one me too, so it's the first one my dear? Let's just go with Engel so we can start posting x3....tomorrow I'll make my first post, but right now I have to sleep. Okees then! ^.^ North America's Band's Name is... drum roll please *drum roll* Engel NOW POST YOU GUYS POST! Holy shinnies! Sgt;Sgt; Cooooooonie, can I fix my profile (Bella's pro.) and resend it to you? Sgt;Lt; My dad wanted to get on the comp, so I was in a hurry to finish it... And I just saw the mistakes... Those are going to bug the living hell out of me if I don't fix them! D8 oh sure things ^.^ send it my way love Is it alright if I snag this bedroom for little Sander? Band bedrooms :: H4 picture by Akira_fire ice - PhotobucketReminds him of his mama's interior design style XD you got sit ^.^ Thanks! Awesome sauce! Thank you, Cookie~ Lt;33333 And I found Bella's bedroom~ I wish to snag this one~ B14 NP my dear Remarked does, room B14, saving it and posting it ass soon as this is posted ^.^ Hey, are there any ideas what we could call the South American Band? Since we only have one space left how about we try and start thinking up stuff? Hmms names for a South American band... something Latino or Latin? Ohhhhhhhhh Latin sounds interesting Hamm, well... I came up with a few-- - - La Familiar/The Family; Italian - - Illusion/Illusion; Spanish - - La Persia/The Lost One; Spanish - - Malheureux/Unfortunate; French - - Crash. Ed - - H.E.R/His Everlasting Rejection Law-- I was thinking this same thing... A Latin flare~ He-he, I've got no ideas yet, I'll look around though for inspiration ^^ dude Illusion just looks like a cool way to write Illusion!!! Latin wins!!! Lolzlolz remark Illusion sounds and looks cool! I like H.E.R and La Persia too XD Law! It's because of the "ó" isn't it? It got to me too~ You can add more to that list Remark, you too Cookie~ And I guess we'll vote once we get our last guitarist~ :3 But I'm guessing Illusion might win~ add yeah, the ó makes it all the better XD I have a feeling it will to :D -nods- the ó thingy, too cool!it must! Lolz you know what. Should I just already post it before i poof to bed? Probably should XD Law! Add Well, regardless of what our fourth person decides to roll his/her way in, we already have in 3 out of 4 votes for Illusion. I say we keep it! Sgt;Sgt;;;; done! And now nifty night add Awesome sauce! Well, that was quick-- AAAAA, glad I made the list short! x33 Nifty night Cookie! -Heads off to bed as well-You too Remark! Lt;333 Haha, short is always good though XD Night Cookie and Jaunt! What time is it over there? It's 10:42 in the morning for me XD Sweet dreams :D 2:43 AM here... Sgt;Sgt; DDD Okay now I'm really heading to bed! Lt;333 Haha, night! Edit:I found some rooms for me to decide on. I can't really choose right now. I'll pick one when I get home choices are: A5, B19, E19 ((I just downloaded Avatar and finished with it--now I have this urge to go outside and run around! That's off-topic. Sorry. I'm fine with any bedroom that you guys come up with for the guys as long as it looks relaxing. I'm not into punk rooms for sleeping :)I like the sound of enchained; it might be good as entwined too...let me go check the Google dictionary. Furthermore, I know it's a rock band, but I want some kind of friendly name like Greenpeace. XD or we can go with Embrace the Fire! I'm coming up with random names, ignore me. If it's too long for a band name I'm fine with it as the title of our album or something...)) Anyways, my vote goes for 'Above the Flames'. Your right though.it's too long--maybe it should be shortened to 'Above Flames'.@ CPT. Coon, I vote for Visions can I have room G7? Which rooms are available? I want A18 and am I willing to fight anyone for it. Yes! All the other bands are finally filling up. But let me say this....ASIA WAS FORMED FIRST AND SHALL COME IN FIRST PLACE!!! >=D That's a frigging omen and guarantee to all you competitors! We shall eat you all alive, fried with soy sauce! Haha, not if South America doesn't beat you! You wish!(g'night people, I have to log off soon as it's past 12 and my uncle's hounding me to bed) I was expecting Asia to be the first to fill up... It's only "natural". EveryonewantstobeAsian~ DDD North and South America, baby! NA was the first to be named, then SA second! =DDD -CompetitiveCompetitiveCompetitive- Haha, but"healthy"competition XD *mutters cough*we'llbeatnorthamerica*cough mutters* XD Actually he-he I expected North America to fill up fast. I like A5 but E19 is like -pick me! Could someone pick from those two for me?edit: entwined sounds ok Quote: Originally Posted by Ledge Two Japanese, one half Japanese(btw, if Semi's dad is Korean you need to change her last name to Korean) and one Taiwanese. It's ok, we'll just pretend that Jin's amazing Asian genes gave him a super brain to understand Japanese. Ha ha ha...ignore the stereotype people. You don't know her story. So thank you very much, I'll stick with what I have. As far as names, as long as it's something that sounds like an Asian band then I'm okay with it. I mean we can't have a totally white name (no offense XD) and an Asian band. Haha, you go girl! Gee... I think this is going to be more like "The Battle of the Bands". Add Laaaaaaaaaawl--I really don't see how you can stereotype a band name... No offense Rain Lt;3 Because, there are Asian bands with "English" names. IE: HIGH AND MIGHTY COLOR (Japanese), Ketchup Mania (Japanese), The Brilliant Green (Japanese)... Etc DDD Hell, there's a famous Filipino band called "Kamikaze". Lt;-- Just to get my point across, if it worked. x333 So yeah. Ketchup Mania? God, I need to listen to them! Best name ever! Ketchup Mania? O_O ROFL.yeah I know about Kamikaze. Filipinos are Asian, you know. But that's not the point. I mean I know of Japanese bands that have super "English" names. It's kind of hilarious, really. YES! Ketchup Mania! Awesome songs by the way... It IS an epic name! DDD Law, I know... I am Filipino... Sgt;Sgt;;; But yeaaaaaaaaaaah~ LOLOL, in gym today we had a dance-off and there were a bunch of Asian b-boys. One of the super tall dudes fell on his face. XD lol wanna go with ACK then? Unless you have another one? I'm fine with ACK!, but if anyone else has a better idea. >w :::EDIT:::Anyone want to help us vote too? EnchainedAbove the Flames ACK!XD please....? Alright. Well, let me start brainstorming for Australia's names. Random Mammal Freak Unknown Past Legacy Australian Demise E.N.T. - Enter Name There Shallow Water - LOL. IDK. Legit of the Caravan Air Supply Dyslexic Cows (LOL) Raven Platform 5 Lade (like "LAID" XD) D.F.S. - Rufus Fuck Sticks. XD D.O.T.H. - Devastation of the Heavens LOL. XD I like Lade and D.O.T.H., the best, I think, there are several good names there I'd have to say my favorites are "Freak Unknown" ; "Lade" ; "D.O.T.H." "Legit of the Caravan" ; and of course "D.F.S." Who couldn't love those names? XD True, those are some great name suggestions ;) Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessKasumi lol I don't have any awesome ideas for a cool Asian band name XD :::EDIT::: Anyone want to help us vote too? Enchained Above the Flames ACK! XD please....? ACK sounds cool, -nods-[oh and if you guys picked a room could you please pm the number thingy, because i have to go for 2 hours and some of you won't be on then please and hankies I like D.O.T.H. -nods- same for me D.O.T.H. I think ACK and D.O.T.H. sound cool. Dyslexic Cows! DDD I l-o-v-e weird ass names~ :3 Anyhow, by the looks of it D.O.T.H may just be the one. 8DDD Then unless anyone disagrees, I think D.O.T.H. is Australia's Band's name, and ACK! Is Asia's Band's name. XD@Jauni: LOL YEAH. XD@Amelia: Loving the AVI, So you're free to disagree. Mk ^.^ I'll post tomorrow, sorry guys, I've just been sick with some flue thing ---------------------remember to reserve your bedroom:Harald please pm the names of your bands cause soon almost all the bands can post ^.^ I object to ACK, but I see that the votes are against me anyway T-T Also, I change my mind, I want room G16 XD I don't like the name either. Sorry Rain. ACK... Sgt;Sgt; @Rain: added!! Lt;3 @Lady Cello: Your Iggy... It reminds me of a MMO I once played... -Sigh- I miss that game... add Don't apologize to me. Everyone voted ACK! But you two. So we'll just have to pick a new name. Which is going to be fucking super difficult because someone always doesn't like SOME name. So Think. O.T.H. is the Australian name, unless anyone inAustraliadisagrees. And for Asia, we can always throw around "Freak Unknown" ; "Raven" ; and "Platform 5" in there too. I'm up for anything, so I vote for all the names, it's up to you guys to vote lol. So there won't be any ties. Sorry we can't all be the same Rain. I don't like the choice of name. But isn't that part of a bad always having a part that doesn't agree maybe we can find a happy medium. I'm not asking for wanting the same. And I know that, it's just we should have been posting in the RP by now. Can I be rightfully irritated? The first group to get their band full, but other bands are done before us.SO then Hello and Ledge, what namesdoyou like? Enchained was my top pick. Now about... Asian Fusion or Asian Fuse? Or'Got Rice?' I'd love that for a band name! I'll go and try to post today...but my post looks so bland since my char is sorta boring Enchained? Makes me think of bondage. XD"Got Rice?" offends me a little. 3 -curses Asian-less-But that would be cool. Got Rice? EnchainedRaven - I personally like that one. And whatever Kashmir likes. XD OMFG." Enchained Ravens" or some shit. "Got Chains?" Did, trying to make something work. Got Rice is a slogan for most ABC's to show that they're proud of their scantness and heritage XD If it offends you then I'm sorry ;(The only reason I'm offended by it (just the slightest bit.) is because there's a handful of Asians at my school, and every time a white kid sees one of us they're all "Do you eat dogs?" or "Can you see me?" or "Five Dolley for egg roll?" And trying to be all buddy-buddy with the Asians. Not cool.>but yeah. >WI like Raven ^.^! Tell the white kids who say things like those, that they're white trash. Plain and simple. For more insults just surf the web, there's bound to be more for racists like them. You could tell them they are culturally deprived too.... oh you could call them so many things, besides stupid and trashy. Or look at it this way, one day they'll work for you too! Please. Call them hillbillies, redneck, white trash. Any of that will tick off-white kids. Sometimes cracker makes them mad too... actually lots of things makes people mad. @chello:Not every Asian is at the top of everything; sometimes there can be dumb Asians too *cough;me* But I'm still in high school and my grades have been faring for the better so far...>.> *stares at the wall* No that is not why I said that Ledge. Rain seems like one who is a hard worker. Those who work hard shall benefit from their works. That is why I said that. I was not stereo typing. If I was then I should be a stupid blond who only cares about how I look and how much money I have. ^, ^ And that isn't me at all. O_OANYWAYSback to picking names.SO yeah. Raven? I have found this thread!! I was wondering where it was >__whom ever asked for their room, it was posted ^.^; sorry for slowness yay OC was found Lola, the link is on the first page of the RP, the first post you know ^^;after I answer my other rps, I'll post a post, since it seems others are not Lola :Photo long first post thingy time!!! Wooooot *dies*oh and I read through your talking [Lola] and found that Australia's band was named... please re-post it ^^; I lost it Poland if anyone else's band has a name please either re-post it or pms me it so I can post it on the profiles Glad to see we finally got our lead guitarist! Wootness!i is posting now! Lolz o. O Looks like I didn't miss much... -Lurked during that little debate-x DDD OMG-- WE HAVE OUR LEAD GUITARIST?! -Checked- Awwwwwwwwwwesomeness! I'll go post... Afterward. Lolz, just finding a good dress, and then it's all posted o.o 3 pages in word document LAW-- Gee girl, you don't have ta describe every step she takes. Sgt;Sgt; DDD Law! Just kidding... OHBYTHEWAY! Need to put our band name in ATT's profile... o. O And I just realised something... I totally forgot that Portuguese is the primary language spoken in Brazil... x.e Why the hell did I put down Spanish?! -Brick'd- :hug: it's keep *pets*ahh I'm so used to making gigantic first posts. And well my totally friend lit beyond belief friend have been making me write these huge post things for a chat RP O.o like one post takes 30-1 hour to write o.o lord, so sorry if it transfers over here ^^;keep I'm off to fix that Lola Laaaaaaawl-- I understand, I can get that way too... If I'm seriously feeling up to it. DDD Novella~ That's what they call it. x.e :glop: Well, off I go! -Gonna work on that post- *is still gone kill that RP buddy of mine* he is evil still Lola modifies! :Glop: yeah! Lolz postie postieomgpink and italicized O.clarifies, I'm off to bed in ten minutes ^.^ so if anyone posts during that time frame I'll try and post as well ^.^ So, now that Europe is finally all filled up, we should start thinking up a band name. Suggestions? Fish and Chips? XD My brains out of battery. Also, thanks coon. I couldn't type up anything decent for a first post even if my life was on the line >.> piggybacking on others is easier.((I hate living in boarding school DX how on earth do you fold your uniform without wrinkling it horribly?)) Well, so far for the new Asian band name suggestion we've had Raven, and Ledge either has to approve of it or deny it (sigh). For the Australian Band name, I think three of us have picked D.O.T.H. (Devastation of the Heavens) out of the names I'd listed. D.O.T.H. works with me too... We all agree, yay!!! Alrighty, we have our band name! XD Kay then Australia can post ^.^ I don't know what to post lol. Blockage much? Awws *pets* aww fifth o. O Well, you can do what the rest of us did... Role play out your character's morning... Sgt;Sgt;;;; Unless you're at the other side of the world... that's what I'm having blockage on -.-; Maybe you can base it on how your morning went wells, for those who are on the other side of the world, you can post your mornings as well, the only time we are going to be time sync and stuff will be at Texas -nods- Laval-- Queen suggested something good. DDD I do that sometimes if I need to... It works! =DDD -nods- workaday I am having some more ex-bf troubles, so do you guys mind if I don't post right nowD8 WWW... Sorry to hear that Cookie... But don't worry about it; I don't think we should leave out the other people too. Add Lt;3 :hug: hankies love *clings*so trues Lola :hug: No problem Hun~ Lt;3 O. O OMG! Okay so I just sent him this note thing right, and it was confessing all my feelings and what not and I sent it so he could read it while I was at school ... he just woke up 30 minutes after he went to sleep *dies* o. O You mean he woke up 30 minutes after he went to sleep? ._.;;; Oh wait... You still like him? -nods- 30 minutes. So weird feelings... -sighs and nods once- I try to stop them but they just it's so, grrr I try to forget, I try to stop the feelings, but they just keep coming and i just and tired of everything so I wrote him according to his awesome sissy [loves her] he still cares so much about me, I just don't know what's up or down anymore, so yeahs MMM... I see then. Well... I'm not perfect with advice... That's if you want any. Sgt;Sgt;;;; But, just go with your feelings... However, I consider on and off relationships unhealthy. But that's just me... At least from what I've seen with my friends and such. ^^;;; I'm still with my first~ So I can only empathize with you... MMS truthfully, he was my second :P but no, we haven't had an on-off relationship we met last summer, and then he met someone and in September I just told him to be happy and yeah poof he became ex we talked still every day and every day I wished I had fought back to keep him, but I still don't know how I mean ah, I can't seem to fight for him, it's like I'm scared I'll hurt him more cause it seems every time we talk about it, I end up crying and so does he I just don't get it anymore MMM, I see then... So I''m going to have to assume that he's still with that other person he met? Because if that isn't the case, I don't see why you two haven't gotten back to together. But if that is the case... There really isn't much I can say... Unless he actually isn't happy with this other person. ... I say move on, there's no need to cry anymore and if you can, remain as friends. Because there's always that possibly down the road later. You know? :hug: did I tell you I love you and well we have seen how everything turns out tomorrow I am definitely avoiding his current date :hug: DDD Not sure if you did before, but I love you too. Larval~ But alright then, I wish the two of you the best~ And yeah, don't want to start trouble.... x.e;;; Whoooooooo... Man all that drama... D8 -nods- drama galore!OKed!!! New topic!!! Laaaaaaaawl! OKAYSOLIKE-- I kinda had this idea for another role play I kinda want to do... Via Ancient China! I've adored the dramas I've watched... And I've NEVER seen an Ancient China role play before... But I'm afraid to start one...._. I'LL JOIN!!!!!pretty royal girl at day, samurai at night :P xDDDDDDDDD!! Lt;3333 It's still on the works though~ -Nod nod- Haha Samurai... In China? Well if one traveled then I guess... But I'm making up the land. Add ninja? o.Lola foot new lands to conquer Ninja? o. O Laaaaaaaaawl-- Yeah the setting of the role play takes place in some land area I made up... Sgt;Sgt; There's like 4 Kingdoms and a middle city... I have it all written down. Add ohhhh nice!!!warrior. There!postie and Sendai pinkie @ Jaunt: it sounds like dynasty warriors to me, ever play it? Excellent game. =] but it sounds like an interesting story. /ponders about joining. Dynasty warriors = guys, what's the band name? Oh, that's really cool Quote: Originally Posted by Rain:] Enchained? Makes me think of bondage. XD "Got Rice?" offends me a little. 3 -curses Scantness- But that would be cool. Got Rice? Enchained Raven - I personally like that one. And whatever Kashmir likes. XD OMFG. "Enchained Ravens" or some shit. "Got Chains?" XD IDK, trying to make something work. Well got rice offends rain a tiny bit so, guess that's not a potential named someone said enchained sounded like bondage so that's a no?o.o which leaves us with Raven? I don't see anything negative or something saying they don't like it or what not Lol 'enchained ravens' and 'got chains?' those are some hilarious names he-he>;o people! hear ye! VoTe Or ElSe Got Rice? Enchained Raven Enchained Ravens Got Chains?*XD...vote = * Haha I can't help you with that hope your bandmates are on soon. @Ancient China role play-x DDD WWW! I've only played a little bit of the games, but I didn't realise that I made it sound like Dynasty Warriors. DDD I was actually listening to Yi An Wan Nina; the opening theme to Fairy from Wonderland... That's if any of you watch any Asian dramas. I've been dying to do one since I finished watching the Chinese Paladin... I Lt;3 HU Ge, Wu Chen (he wasn't in Chinese Paladin, but I've seen his other work) and Liu Yi Fei! ^^;;; So yeah... And since I have some folk interested in joining, I guess that'll motivate me to start it. 8D! @Voting- Even if I'm not in the Asian band... Got Chains is the one I like out of all of them add Your role play does sound really fun Sgt;_Lt; If you make I hope you won't mind if I join Sgt;__Sgt; Louis by all means, please! 8DDD! The more, the merrier~ :33 lol >;3 I will join it!lol thanks for voting Juan~ for Europe. I suggested Radio Fiasco and both Molly and Amelia like it. I just need KIB now :) Has she just not responded or not sure if she likes it? Not responded did you post in the thread yet Amelia. because we can post now :) We need to find the name before we can post JessehBoo it's in the rules I think at least that's what Raccoon told me when I asked her. Not yet, but I'll be writing the first post up soon and saving it. Um, well I posted o.o; but it was just an intro thing, and it leaves an opening for one of you :)go read it if you like Law-- Thanks Kashmir, and you're welcome! =DD I'm replying once we get our band name that's my main concern right now lol. How can we have a nameless band. That's why I'm pretty open to anything, I just want something to be decided on. XD yeah same here I'm just tired of waiting, and I'm very impatient sorry I will post quickly to things. Well I'm waiting for KIB D: you guys make me feel so dull. Out of us all I have the most simple outfit. It's cute though. :] I like yours :) Yeah I like it too it's just super simple to y'all haha I wasn't saying it was bad I was just saying it was simple lol mines actually simpler XD when you go into detail but at first glance mine seems simpler. it's the fireworks. Its all an illusion to make mine SEEM more complexed well it's a little more I have more things in one place while yours is spread out more making it seem like you have more than me. Mines less complex than both of your ;) but it's super cute at the same time lol like mine That's true, they're both sweet, sometimes simpler is just better yeah but sometimes more is better as well I try to vary my outfits from different styles. Me too, depending on my mood, or if I'm bored, sometimes I change what I'm wearing like five times a day lol same here it's kind of odd._.;;; ERM... Finally finished that silly Ancient China role play! Add You guys are more than welcome to look and maybe join... Sgt;Sgt; on the avatar clothes thing! Mesa has the simplest one!!!!and yay china RPO and Jaunt - I sent him that finally email thing last night right... and now he's like not really talkative I wish he would say something, I don't even know how to start a conversation with limit feels weird Jaunt, would you link the china role-play here so I can be lazy and not have to go hunt it down, please??? @Coonie: o. O Seriously? I think he might be feeling awkward too... :\ But one of you might as well say something. Even just a "hey"... Sgt;Sgt; @Eiiri: add Lazy butt~ Lt;3 Yes I am, hankies Jaunt - I did speak, asked him if he got more than 5 hours of sleep [his still ill from stuff, so I is worried]He said yes said good and then silence, and now he's offlinerowrs Cookie- x.e Oh alright then... Well like I said, it might be awkward for him too... So yeah... Sgt;Sgt; he-he Nameless sounds like a nice name if not temporary band name Law-- Poor Kashmir~ Lt;3 @Eiiri: DDD I agree at this point I don't care what the band is called :(Do my eyes deceive me or is there going to be another member for band Africa?!?! Wo0ooho0ooo!! ^(^__^) ^ Law Queen~ DDD Looks like you have another in your group! ’D I know! I've been waiting for this day (´；ω；`) I hope you can get more I want to have every band get in and Africa's the only one left it would sadden me if you didn't get in cause people reject life... That means music by the way. Aww, thanks :hug: and since this is the first band RP I have been in I'm looking forward to it. By the way did your members decide on a band name yet? Not yet the only two choices are radio fiasco and dust fall but our last member hasn't answered, yet it's three against one on radio fiasco but if KIB has another choice I don't want to go ahead and pick, and I don't think that my members want to either. what's going on Quote: Originally Posted by Queenie*BEE I know! I've been waiting for this day (´；ω；`) -squeals- the face! ♥ -clomps queen-Haha that's just cute XD Hello to you to Kashmir~! Quote: Hey guys, sorry i haven't been on all day... I went to the emergency room today because I kept blacking out and passing out and not remembering a lot of what happened. I'm home and ok now though, but I was at the hospital all day. Sorryy!! D: iloveyouguyss! Hey hi So did we all agree on the name? Yeah, it's Radio Fiasco So can we post now, or should we wait for Raccoon to put it up? I think we can post now Finally. I'm too impatient. Did anyone PM her the name? I think she'll catch it Quote: Originally Posted by JessehBoo iloveyouguyss! We love you too :D~~~~~~~~~~~~~``argh we need a name got chains got rice enchained ravensravenenchainedI kinda favor got chains and raven =) Got Ravens? XD LOL personally I like Enchained but then again it's not my band >__Asian right? How about KonichiWHAM ?haha? Odor. Amaysian (amazing Asian)or. Raven Glade? RavenShackles? Lol those are great XD just wish my band buddies would come see and pick~♥ I wish my bandmates would post!!! :(haha sorry that you have that problem I had it too for a bit lol and btw Raccoon I'm waiting for a reply in Do You Really Love Me it's not super important I'm kind of waiting for something to happen Lola i knows'm posting there right now... it's just Sky's post is gone be kinda long so it's taking me some time she's explaining to Abel all about her father and that horny English teach gives me 5 min tops ok sorry just kinda bored. this keep the only character so far that I know fully about, is Linnea. because she is me, her bio and person so yeahslolz lol yes I'm not the only one. I'm glad that you understand so like if I don't include something in my bio, but later it pops up as something that's been in my whole life it's just because I just found it out lol Lola happens all the time :P o. O;;; Gee... What'd I miss? DDD everything! XD Apparently... add Oh well! How's everyone? Lolz nah i JK XD mesa all hyper O.you? My sides hurt like hell... ==;;; Cramps... I'm sure you know... Sgt;Sgt; allies:hug: -softly-i understands added :hug: Thank you~ Lt;3333 i clubs JU Was! :Glop: I loves Cruz too! =DDD AWACS :kiss:XD:glop: WWW that's so cute I love those emotions. ALRIGHT. Rain has the flu. >_Jesus. We've spent far too long on the names. I swear we need to hurry the hawk up and pick a damn name before I end up telling Raccoon to pick one for us and that'll be that. DECIDE ON ONE NAME. Feel better!! Foot, Australia can post!-hurries to thread-YAY!!! Someone else from Australia is posting!!! ACK! The role play got super lively! x.e;;; -Overwhelmed with the post count-Aww. It's Kay.-juggles- Lawl--x DDD -Juggles back- I would comment on your uh. Not so positive vibe/tone (Rain) I'm getting from your post on the previous page. But I'm not. ONE MORE SPOT TO FILL AND THEN ALL THE BANDS CAN POST -DIES--is now dead and catching up- lolz Raccoon it's funny when you die cause you immediately go to do things lol I'll post after I'm done watching True Blood... then before I post I will read everything. Or at least scan to see if any of my bandmates posted, if not I'll just post then read everything lol ^.^ it's what I do :Poker does artichoke Kashmir O.o good lords I love True Blood has a third season started or is it an old one w000000000t! We're almost complete then! x3333 witness!!I'm thinking the last person would be a boy... kinda just seems better like that what do you think? Wasn't there a 1 boy limit in each band? DDD Edit: Oh wait, there is a guy. LAW! Maybe... Sgt;Sgt; It's an old one, I don't think season 3 start yet. I'm watching season 1 since I never got to see it'll just post my intro in the morning +_+ can't get enough of true blood raw its like a good book I never want to put down Lola yeah 1 boy or one girl at least can't see Cam's pic ^^; it's blocked for some reasons i no knew Lola Spoken does Kashmir Yeah, Cam's a guy... DDD I'll tell ya that~ x3 O. O -clings to and cries- o. O;;; -Clung onto-Oh by the way... Bella mentioned how their band made it into the news "yesterday". DDD I'm going to post... I'll edit it quickly my ex is dying >.> arm it I'll post after then... Or should I wait til later? o. O;;; I'll post... On MJ then. And uh oh...._.;;; How much sleep does your ex get? o. O Lola days, fixed the postno he's got cancer, and he's like actually dying._.;;; Oh Gawd! I'm sorry! Sgt;Sgt;;;; DDDD8 I'm sorry to hear that... it's okay, he did warn me about hi sand yet I still >.>damn him ;~; WWW... Sgt;Lt;;;; My best condolences... :hug: movies O_O what! Kasumi - my ex [hunter] has heart cancer, got a heart transplant in Sept. Now something with his kidney and liver, and he has till around 5am [by him, so about 5 hours] left to live DDDDDD8 Oh my Gawd! Sgt;Lt;;;;; -clings to all- -clung to and clings back-om gosh :| that's just horrible... especially knowing. When. Well you know -snuggles softly and nods- ye sand now he just went offline and hasn't spoken a word in 30 minute snow I really worried ;~; WWW... D; COLONIES!-juggles-NUUU. HE NOT DIES. That's so sad. -;-hugs Coon-So...does Band Africa have like a deadly communicable disease or something? I've been working on Cam for several days and almost every position was still open when I started.>>; It is starting to seem that way. At least you only need one more person? ._. True. I was just wondering. Seems weird to me. OMG COON ;-; DDDD8 Sgt;Sgt;;;; God Coon! *Clings* So sorry to hear that!!!! :(Everyone loves Cookie. :heart:That's good. DDDDDDDDD:I am sorry to hear about your ex, Coon. Yes Cookie! Always remember that! WE ALL LOVE YOU! You guys want me to fill in that last spot or do you want to wait? Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessKasumi It's an old one, I don't think season 3 start yet. I'm watching season 1 since I never got to see it I'll just post my intro in the morning +_+ can't get enough of true blood raw its like a good book I never want to put down yeah you know it's based off a book too lol, but there's only two that's why I want to know if there's a third one I'm not sure if there are three books actually I just know the first two seasons are from the first two books. Oh, well. I don't know got to ask my sister. I'm sure she knows... and there has to be a season three! Can't just leave us hanging like that... >_> and what kind of show only has two seasons that's this good?!? Yeah, I know it would be kind of random lol. Actually true blood is based off a series of books, I think there's like 8 or 9ish now...I love the books and show!!! If anyone'll let me practice drawing on their avatars. I have a link for it somewhere. I'll post it here. Here. Zohar. Quote: Originally Posted by Emir actually true blood is based off a series of books, I think there's like 8 or 9ish now...I love the books and show!!! Yeah, I know it's based off of books at least with the first season, it was going a book a season, but after the 1st it might have changed, haven't seen after 1st season oh really? Yeah, that's what I heard at least I CLUBS YOU GUYS TOO Lt;3 updates on ex: his email says he's online, but he hasn't answered me but then again it's his sister's email that he uses, so I have no idea. T_T confusing! ♥ Hmm well might have been sister since there was no response? Possibly... then... maybe the worrying can begin... or should I just stillconfuzled!!!!![Rave→.> cookie speaks so badly >.> must get her a dictionary] WWW D8 Hey yeah it's a book a series that hasn't changed, and I can't wait til the next come out it's a great show. I also would like some help with my art shop it's the one in my SIG none is coming, and it saddens me my printer is haywire, so I can't get the pictures up quickly, but I'm trying to fix it. Hola :) hi, hi! Why haaaaaaaaaaaaai thaaaaaaaaar~ 8DDD Hello everyone! Did I miss anything? >_> WHERE IS FIZZ D: *confused* Thanks Jesse. :]Coon: Our guitarist has not been on since Wednesday, and has yet to post. ._. Yeah, and if she doesn't post we'll either be forced to find a new one or have me play guitar instead it sucks. I would vote for finding a new guitarist loll. Kasumi: She didn't say she was leaving she just said she was sorry for the wait and still hasn't had her post. Ahhhhhhhh I'll. Um does the person have an email? Two-glomps Coon- IDK and don't worry I won't worry til it's terrible for her not to show up. Dear African bandmates, what are we going to do? Do you wish to wait some more to see if any wants the spot? -coughs and points at self-.> you really want to do it don't you? XD If Kashmir wants it I wouldn't mind it. ^^ -post deleted- XD I wouldn't mine either:green: I wouldn't mind Okay, but if anyone else wants the spot they can have it =) I'll finish the profile when I get done reading and writing a paper Molly and Jesse, I think we need to figure something out about KIB, because she still hasn't been on, and we're kind of at a dead end at the moment. Should we start looking for a new bandmate? I guess I mean if she doesn't get here we can't start)) the last post has been filled, sorry guys the pm was sent to me a day ago. But I haven't been on an all forgive me?*remember to pick out your room if you have not already* rooms and then pm this to me: PHP Code: Character's name: Country: Room number: You are forgiven coon What? =o -has made profile just needed to fill in one last blank-oh. Ok then -regretfully shreds application and tears up in corner with purple lines hanging over her head-lol WWW *hugs* It's okay(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ -pats Kashmiris okay...EDIT:Africa needs a band name....so very badly yes Africa does what are we going to name our band? -Juggles Kashmir- I loves JU!! No going all gloomy on me love! Watcha think about Voice for a band name? Ohh sounds cools! -is loved-aww thanks =) I love you guys too Voice. Ohhh shiny! Me like.:3 I think the European band is falling apart right now. o.aside from KIB not having logged on in a week and a half, Jesse's profile says she's taking a break from Men.;-; o.o;;; Uh oh... uh oh! :(VOODOO ok first I think that we should find a new person or that I should take over it and second I hope she comes back in time we can't miss this I was so excited. o. O that is sad KIB is in another RP thread I am in I wonder what happen to her........I just joined!!!!!if I remember correctly it is the name of a place in Italy or somewhere lol I said it causes on face book I got tagged to do one of those band things and I ended up with that for a band name and a black and white pic of a girl holding her knees and sitting against a wall for an album cover and the name of the album was The person you truly are Is VOC are band name? Europe band. I'm telling KIB that I'm taking her off, I pmed her before, and now it's just to long. I'll email Jess and ask her Well she warned us, so I hope it's not too long I don't want to get rid of her since she has had a first post well I'm pming peps so we'll see Ok well I guess we're short of a guitarist for a bit, but that's not too big a problem I just pmed, we'll see what happens. Give her a few-several more days? Ok that seems pretty reasonable Thanks Coon. :] So, Band Africa. Are we going to go with Voice? I think we only got two people's input. Sure It's fine with me Hi all, I know that we're kinda waiting on some people, but if they do post, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be gone from tomorrow til late Friday...yay Spring Break!!! Woot spring break -jealous-so Africa has a name? Yes I believe that Africa has a name lol foot -goes to post it-now you guys can post as well ROW!!!:glop:spread the love!! :heart: guys I shut my hand in my locker typing is going to be tough today so I probably won't be posting because it's really hard to type with one hand and I wouldn't be able to capitalize very well I hope your hand feels better soon. :] Same Row to you hope you feel better aww poor hand -goes and gets bandied with an options' boohoo kiss if wanted-aww I want lockers T_T our school is an open campus and there are no lockers T_T So I've got a splint because apparently I broke my pinky. It's a lot easier to type on the plus side. But I feel like fail because I broke my finger by shutting it in a locker. At least with a splint you know it will heal properly. I have a few toes and fingers that I just kind of left after they were broken, and are all a little misshapen as a result. XD -nods--is feeling let out. Hasn't broken any bone yet- wash Coon- it's okay I haven't either yet, but hopefully never will, not really one of my aspirations in life Lola trues, so trues yay for St. Patty's Day tomorrow!!! (well actually today here, it's after 12) modifies it's only 9 here. Where is east coast? I broke my arm when I was little.....breaking bones is not a fun thing to do O. O i sorriesdude!and I'm still not tired! Wow!!! You have been busy -nods and then dies-so much typing.then my friend was making my RP with him as I was typing so it took even longer T_But it looks Uber pretty so I is happy yea it is Uber pretty have figured out that I am a RP whore lol OMG you areas!yay! That's the best kind of whore! Lol YAY!!!! Or maybe I am just a RP addict o. Owho knows?*juggles* I'll be an addict with you think I am getting very close to being one! :hug: yay!!!! :hug:I am in like over twenty rps but must have them have died T-T WWW :hug: i sorties yes they do! :Glop:EPP it's 5 am and I need to at least get 2 hours of sleep, so I guess its bedtime for me :hug: nifty night yeps next time. Possibly 5 hours? Lolz lol maybe if I am still awake by then lol Lola you are not. Lolz!! <33 *got lost somewhere* oh snipers!!! :Glop: YAY!!!! Hugs!!! :hug: yay!!! :Glop:s lol :hug: XD :D

♫ Rock On ♪ Profiles and OC [character spots filling up fast]|rating:3.0

[ Rook x Yggdrasil x limegreen ]

(Ara Va sari"In the slaughterhouse of love they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Do not run away from this dying. Whoever is not killed for love is dead meat."-13th century poet Rum (( (Pale rays of sun filter through the blue twilight, dancing in rhythmic ripples upon the sand-colored carpets. The ballroom space seems endless, the sparkling azure center of the milling crowd deepening to a distant cobalt gloom all around. Jellyfish bob slowly through what would be water, trailing long streams of bioluminescence, while smaller brightly-colored fish swiftly school overhead. It’s warm and a touch humid, as befits a subaqua tic environment, and nearby voices and laughter seem both muffled and hollow, as if truly traveling through a substance thicker than air. The strains of a string quintet, however, set upon a nautilus-shaped plinth, carry unimpeded to each ear. Stone benches are scattered among elevated, coral-encrusted ridges, creating small spaces for groups to pause and chat rather than mingle in the open, where servers silently move bearing silver trays. To one side, the floor slants up sharply into a spiral staircase carved into a pillar of rock, ascending two stories to where it appears to thrust above the surface of this imaginary ocean. It’s all quite showy, as events hosted by the Guild typically are, but Ohio is appreciative of a certain amount of pomp. The actual reason for the party is wholly uninteresting to her – something about the Arch mage and a new appointment to some council: mage business, who cares – and many of the attendees are present simply to be seen by other members of the city’s supernatural elite. Mages aresoenamored with their own sense of status and sets of titles. Ohio much prefers the company of ordinary humans, but there are only a few of those here: assistants and servants, a handful of thralls, and one or two extraordinarily wealthy patrons… all inductees to the magical class, all aware of their place in this secretive world. The illusion of hundreds of tiny florescent seahorses drifts over her table, and even though she knows that they're not at all real, she reaches up as if to catch one in a cupped hand. The little creatures actually shy away from her seeking touch, an element of realism she hadn't expected from a spell, and she sits back, amused. They swirl by on an invisible current, carried towards the next cluster of partygoers and beyond, headed for the platform upon which the strings perform. Dhiio's gaze lingers there when she realizes she hasn't accounted for the musicians. Humans, all five. Either someone here keeps an orchestra as pets or is paying for some selective memory modification. A cursory examination of their minds suggests they've already been clamored, so earnestly set upon the sheet music before them as to seem oblivious to their listeners. All except for... Well. What is that? The second violin is a pretty little redhead, whose thoughts are animated, not automated... free of the compulsions that had been set upon the others. With her head tilted, Ohio watches the girl's slender fingers flash over the instrument's neck as she sways, dappled by the constantly shifting mock sunlight. Now how did something so freshly, preciously mortal find its way into the midst of all this, and why is it allowed to wander? Dhiio wants what she sees; she's been at this long enough to recognize certain potential, even without it being set in front of her on a pedestal beneath a spotlight. Find me, she tells the girl, gently dropping the message into the girl's thoughts like a coin slipping into the waters of a fountain, smoothly so as not to disturb her concentration or make her misplace a note. It was more a suggestion than an imperative, meant to intrigue, not intimidate. And with it came an impression of the woman she was meant to find: not so much older than the girl herself, with unbound sable hair, fair skin and eyes of a color so deep as to be black, all held in a shade of plum... Eventually the quintet will need a respite, and by then, the implanted thought will have taken hold. Ohio has time enough to refresh her red wine, meander in a search of an unoccupied grotto, and connive. If Isla was going to be perfectly honest with herself she would admit that she was disappointed, and perhaps just a little miffed. She would admit that she would much rather mingle and walk through the crowds in order to see the variety of beautiful dresses, or perhaps trying her luck in catching any flaws in the magic that filled the surrounding room. She wanted to reach up and try to catch one of those seahorses with her bare hands, or test out the realism of the bubbles drifting up from the ground only to float up toward the heavens. Would they tickle her palms? Did they cool or warm to the touch? Would Sebastian find her amusing or frown with disapproval? Pale blue eyes flicked across the audience, long enough to test out her luck with locating the man responsible for her being here. Nearly an hour ago, when she had sat down to play, he had been standing to her left. It had given her joy then, she wanted to please him with her skills with the violin, but the first moment Isla had glanced up toward him, he was gone, and in his place were an empty pillar and the faces of beautiful strangers all around her. He hadn’t returned since, and she was beginning to wonder if she cared is he would disapprove of her leaving or not. Would anyone at all notice if she climbed to her feet, pulled her hair down from its complicated braids and walk out? It was depressing, that’s what this was. She felt no pleasure in those sweet, somber notes that drifted from her clever fingers, and when Isla realized that the musically inclined surrounding her were drones already influenced by a spell, well she was beginning to question if Sebastian’s anger would be worth it. Would he even be angry? Maybe he had no intentions of coming back? She was supposed to sit here and play until… something happened. Frowning down at the pages of musical notes before her, Isla hunched into herself, losing the flawless posture to a more comfortable and morose position loudly displayed with her shoulders. She needed… something. Conversation. Recognition. Something that reminded the woman why she was here, something that made her feel alive. This need grew with each note, so that when the last one came to a close, allowing a break for the quintet to rest and stretch their legs, Isla didn’t hesitate. She abandoned her instrument on the chair, climbed rebelliously to her feet, and nearly stumbled with the rush of feigned freedom. He certainly wasn’t going to be happy, especially if he noticed her missing. But… maybe that was the trick? Perhaps Isla could just step away for a few minutes, catch some fresh air, and regain her composure before reluctantly returning to her chair, playing along-side mindless drones. And what was the difference between her situation and theirs? Isla couldn’t remember anything further than the last three months, there was a wall there, while this unfortunate few were living, not experiencing the moment. It made her wonder if that had been her at one point, or if she was on her way toward it. The last thought sent her running, following a buried instinct that directed her away from the richly dressed bodies to a secluded side passage that looked like the mouth of an undersea cave. Her approach frightened the many sea anemones into their bodies, withdrawing their floating tentacles as they stretched out along the rough surface of the opening. Through here it was quieter; a little cooler against her flushed cheeks and soothed her racing heart. Isla slowed to a walk, then came to a stop as she twisted and looked around her. The place was beautiful, but intimidating, the very definition of the sea. Brightly colored fish glided through the air above her head, while pockets of sun-rays seemed to drift down from high above, dimly lighting the surrounding room. She almost thought the beauty seated off to the side was part of the display, but the light that caught her dark eyes to reflect at Isla reassured her in a curious way, telling her that she was indeed supposed to be here. Maybe, whatever Sebastian’s reaction would be, it was worth it.“Hello.” Her voice was soft, but naturally so, and it drifted from her side of the grotto to the other. A shy smile tugged at one corner of her mouth, but it hesitated to drift higher, or shine in her eyes. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. Would you rather be alone?" She certainly hoped that wasn't the case. Sebastian hadn't strayed far. For such a large ballroom filled with milling, chattering guests, the setting offered a surprising number of quiet spots hidden away from prying eyes and ears; he had taken refuge in one of them. Despite the girl’s shallow pang of depression when she finally noted his disappearance he had in fact remained there, not far from her side, watching as she played for almost half an hour before vanishing; he wouldn't have arranged her place in the quintet if he had no interest in seeing her play before an audience. He had spent those minutes split between watching the girl, pale eyes hidden as she played, and the small number of guests who were paying active attention to the musicians, lingering in numbers of two or three to enjoy the sight. It wasn't pride that he felt when he watched the onlookers enjoy the girl’s music - he had done little to influence the girl’s skill beyond allowing her to continue her practice once taken in. Her skill with the violin had been obtained long before she had come to him, something she had dedicated many years to, something he could'veeasilywiped away when he took control of her. But he allowed her to keep her expertise, tucked away somewhere deep: even if she had no idea who she was before the three months she had spent with him, her fingers hadn't forgotten how to play. For a moment, he had wondered: if he did not know for certain that at least little Isla was real, would he think that the musicians were simply another illusion? Another part of the scenery? When standing in a ballroom filled with floating jellyfish and schools of darting silver conjured from the mind of some young mage, were not real musicians something of an unknown? A real string could snap, a note could be missed. Such thoughts only distracted him for so long - from the lingering stares and whispered words of those that took note of him, standing in silence; from the dull ache of addiction he allowed to persist. As best, he did to remain part of the background, at an event like this there were bound to be a number of people who knew - or at least thought to know - something of his nature. So he had disappeared, sought escape in one of the hidden corners of the ballroom, to spend time with the warmth of burning tobacco and the company of a dark haired woman who was responsible for everything from the walls of shimmering blue to the seahorses Isla so badly wished she could touch. He thought the girl would remain put, do as she was told and, in all likeliness she would have, if not for external influence. Still, she would not stray far, he knew that much: despite her thoughts of escape, she would not stray too far that he could not find her.Thus, she had her moment of freedom, even if she was still trapped in the world of his choosing. He was not to be a part of this story just yet. "You aren't, and I wouldn't," she answered the girl, sliding down to one end of the bench so that there's room for another to sit. Isla would already know this was where she was meant to be; Ohio's long, sleekly draped dress was a deep, somehow familiar shade of purple, and her hair a dark shine falling past her shoulders, just so. The shadows were stark here, the light scattered by a latticework of branching coral above, the contrast making pale skin seem to almost glow in the relative darkness. Ohio watched Isla sit with an expression of polite interest that did not at all reflect the anticipation that smoldered within her, casually lifting the wine glass cupped in her palm to sip. The girl was flighty and already anxious, brimming with doubts and half-realized dismays. The FAE could feel them surrounding the young redhead, clouding Isla's mind, crowding her heart. So Ohio said nothing more, allowing the silence to settle and grow comfortable, companionable. Let the girl have a moment's peace while she was not on display, to breathe the faintly salty air and listen to the hushed roar of the surf, and watch a rainbow of starfish meander down the rock wall. If she sensed she was being pursued Isla might flee again, right back to whatever she thought to escape from here. Her life held enough oddities for one night without also being forced to include a faerie with a questionable agenda all her own. So, though Ohio fairly itched to touch the little human, to crawl inside its mind and hollow out her own niche in which to dwell, she only sat. She could be expediently patient when necessary. Given the appropriate space and time, Ohio felt assured Isla would make the move herself, always believing the decision was her own. Isla took a seat next to the beauty draped in purple and felt her fingers itch to touch its fabric. She couldn’t decide if it was as soft as it looked, or if her hair would be even softer. Clearly these things placed before her were no illusion like the sea thriving over their heads, maybe that was why she found her to be so stunning? An anchor to hold onto and center herself around. This was a safe haven, the perfect place to have her little rebellion and remain safe from Sebastian’s disapproval. Right? Biting her lip, Isla flicked her eyes towards the hall she had stumbled through, almost afraid the handsome man would be standing there too soon and take her away. But only a lazy clown-fish drifted past, suddenly scared off by a burst of bubbles that shot up from the floor. Something about seeing this only reassured the girl, the tension that had been building in her shoulders began to relax, until Isla finally took a deep breath that exhaled her frustrations. Alone. Peaceful. She found the sounds of the sea to be visceral comfort that itched somewhere at the back of her mind. It made her think of cool, shallow pools and water drifting along her fingertips. Why, she couldn’t say and if Isla had actually experienced that before remained a mystery. But something itched like déjà vu and left the woman twisting her fingers into the hem of her own dress, almost wishing to sate that need with her fingers. Another piece of the puzzle, another question she wouldn’t have the courage to ask Sebastian about. It was quickly forgotten again, erased completely when her pale blue eyes lifted to meet Ohio’s. She needed to say something; she wanted this moment to start. Conversation wasn’t really her advantage, but Isla wanted to believe she wasn’t a dull thing that was too frightened and would allow this moment to pass by. Flicking her tongue across her lips, her eyes darted back to the hall before settling on the FAE and remaining there this time. She truly was beautiful. “You look lovely. The regal shades truly suit you. I’m almost surprised the fish haven’t crafted a crown from beautiful shells and lost treasures to place upon your head.” Or… maybe she should have kept quiet. While she waited for the girl to find her mental footing, she reached out to the rocky wall that curved about them. Her eyes told her its surface would be roughened but slippery, like a real piece of reef hauled up from the sea, but her fingertips read something smooth. It was solid, as real as the bench beneath them, but wore its illusion like a coat of paint. She held out a finger for a tiny hermit crab to crawl onto, half expecting the tickle of its spidery little legs, but feeling nothing. It was a visual illusion, no more, and it paused briefly upon her lacquered fingernail before vanishing, having met the limits of its spell. How long did it take to craft such a thing? Then multiply that by a hundred, a thousand, for all the different fishes and creatures and corals and bubbles. She neither knew nor cared how it was done, only that it existed, and that she enjoyed it, and hoped to never see the room without its magical veneer; how depressing it would be to witness it as a collection of ordinary, undressed shapes, drab and plain. When Isla piped up, Ohio held back a smile. The girl was imaginative. Ohio hadn't misjudged her. "Queen of the Undersea," she replied, as if giving the notion serious consideration. "With the fish and turtles as my court. But what would that make you?" She looked the girl over, tapping the side of her glass thoughtfully. "You must marry my brother. Then you'd be a princess, and we'd be sisters. And we'd host grand parties." She did smile then, wanting the fantasy to distract the redhead from her troubles, encouraging her to continue the story. The girl's thoughts seemed misty, shrouded; Ohio had mucked about with enough memories to recognize ones that had been concealed. Concealedwas very different fromexcized, however. Whatever Isla had forgotten, the loss seemed temporary, though her past was rendered equally inaccessible to this faerie. Hmph. It was a neat job, whoever had done it, nice and clean. Ohio probably couldn't fix it herself, not without causing more damage than it was worth, like ripping a well-rooted plant from its bed. But the girl did not seem to also bear a signature for the work upon her, a sigil or seal of ownership to be read by any who had the ability to look. Who would go to the trouble of compartmentalizing her mind and trotting her out for show without also staking a claim upon her? Finders keepers is Ohio's attitude on that, with a strong initial surge of possessiveness. Isla heard herself laughing softly, and felt the tightness in her cheeks as she smiled as widely as she could. White teeth flashed behind her full lips, the act forming a dimple on the right side. She felt even more bashful for doing it; but the image of her draped in finery such as the woman before her, granted the title of princess was… well impossible. Amusing, nonetheless, and she automatically lifted her hand to muse with her hair, as if she could imagine adjusting the weight of that crown. Or was it a tiara? “Ah yes. Isla, Princess of Flotsam and Jetsam and the foam that collects at the shores.” Her nose wrinkled, forming little ridges that her freckles hid behind as she pulled a face. “I would only be tainting your name, and a beautiful queen such as yourself deserves no such mar. And what of your brother?” Isla cocked her head off to the side, bracing one bare arm over the back of the bench while her long legs stretched out before her. She tried to push her toes into the sand, but it remained as solid as the surface below her. Once again she was denied that cool, soft touch she seemed to be craving. Disappointed for the moment, Isla frowned, but smiled again bashfully when she looked up to the regal woman beside her. Again she wondered if her hair and skin was as soft as it looked. “Is he as beautiful as you are? You’re the very definition of perfection, that idealized dream in a girl’s head that she wishes she could become when she grows up.” There was a surge of something she couldn’t identify, mixed with a curiosity she hadn’t been able to resist again. Isla reached out, allowing the pads of her fingers to brush softly along the top of Ohio’s hand. She felt as real as the floor beneath their feet, but this was no illusion, and soft, just as she had imagined, a sensation the scent unexpected shivers down her spine. The woman found herself unwilling to pull her hand away, so she stroked the arm belonging to that hand, feeling only slightly guilty for allowing herself the luxury of this moment. Ohio sighed theatrically at the girl's questions, looking wistfully skyward. "He is every bit as beautiful, and has very nearly my charm," she said, not at all deflecting or denying the truth of Isla's compliments. Faeries are not demure creatures. "It has been a thorn in my paw since we were children." She upturned the hand beneath Isla's seeking touch, her own fingertips drawing lightly from the inside of the girl's wrist to her palm. The redhead was adorable, her enthusiasm and coltish innocence beguiling. Perhaps whoever had set restrictions on her mind meant to preserve that state; it was so, so easy to spoil." But don't fret; my brother's qualities have not made him unattainable. He should be so fortunate to win such a princess as you." Which, she reflected, was no embellishment for the tale's sake; her brother had a deplorable taste for females. It would be an unforgivable waste to let him lay hands on this pretty little plunder. Dhiiotima held no fear of retaliation from the girl's handler, no matter what she chose to do with the lost pet. A few of the assembled mages present were admittedly powerful, but they were still merely mages. Mortals. Little more than specially bred humans, and hardly a threat to her kind. And if FAE lacked in modesty, they often compensated with pride. She leaned forward, her dress a rippling shimmer, and placed her other hand atop Isla's, capturing it protectively between her own. Her touch was warm as the air, elegant fingers long and tipped with a deep emerald polish. "And after our coronation, what would be your first princessy decree?" Her queen of the sea had transformed into a beautiful orchid; the flora had ensnared her, beckoning her closer like a fly tantalized by the smell of its sweet but deadly nectar. Dare she explore this a little further? Or did she listen to that quiet sensation that bubbled up at the back of her mind, bringing focus to her current situation? Something was going to happen, good or bad, she hadn’t a clue, but she was far too focused on the alluring prospect before her. Isla didn’t dare pull her hand away; instead her fingers slowly curled, the simple motion quickly sped up her heart and caused another bout of adrenaline to rush through her veins. When was the last time she had entwined fingers with another sole? Certainly not with Sebastian, not like this. It almost felt forbidden, but the fear of her master was beginning to ebb now. The woman was very close. “D-Decree?” It took a few seconds more until Isla’s brain was able to translate that common word, leaving her feeling just slightly intoxicated. She couldn’t tell if she was blushing or simply warm. Either way, she hoped Dhiiotima didn’t take that as a sign to pull away. “I… I can’t say. I suppose I’ve grown quite accustomed to simply blending into the background. Furthermore, I fear I wouldn’t be any good at such stately manners. Better suited for those with silver tongues and unflinching nerves.” "You underestimate yourself, little fox," Ohio replied breezily, lifting the hand not linked with Isla's to skim an escaped stand of coppery hair back from the girl's brow, and didn't press the issue. Foxes are clever, but shy. "But if I must bear the terrible burden of ruling alone, so I shall." Isla's thoughts were dallying on the world outside this cave; Ohio saw the flicker of hesitation on her face. How much loyalty could the girl have to some lord who couldn't be bothered to openly claim his own? Ohio found no strong passion coloring Isla's thoughts; whomever he was, she didn'tSlovenia, not truly. Admired, yes. Feared, almost certainly. If he couldn't convince a thrall to love him, he deserved to lose her. And Isla deserved better, needed someone she could adore, delight in, venerate. Ohio considered herself the perfect candidate for being loved." Come with me," she said suddenly, pulling Isla closer, conspiratorially. "Up the steps, to the surface. I'm told it's beautiful up there." That wasn't far... only the other side of the ballroom, not even leaving the party. What harm could come of it? The faerie's eyes were wide and imploring, asking the girl to come and play. There went her heart again, sputtering around behind her rib cage like the frantic and lofty flight of a butterfly. Just hearing the words made Isla feel daring, a little more rebellious. Would it be so wrong if they were to slip away? Past the crowded ballroom and up to the surface where they might feel the wind on their cheeks? Just how far did the illusion stretch? The red-haired girl chewed at her lower lip, unable to keep from questioning the sudden impulse. She was timid, certainly, but why stop here? Already she had disobeyed by slipping away from her music, and if Sebastian hadn’t noticed her gone yet… would he notice her absence a little further out? Before, she liked nothing more than to keep him happy; he was all she could remember after all. But the sense of betrayal for his abandonment pushed Isla in a direction she had never traveled before; she was going to defy him. Sebastian would be pushed out onto the back burner, so that she might have something fond to think of on those lonely nights: dark hair, a beautiful face, the comforting cool touch of fingers wrapping around her own. What if this would be the only time she could have this rebellious moment? The butterflies dropped into her stomach, and she found herself standing, heart racing, fully aware that she had made up her mind. She was pulling gently, encouraging her beautiful queen to her feet. She didn’t doubt that she would look just as radiant under the moonlight. “I’ll follow you, wherever you lead me.” With an impish grin, Ohio took her by the other hand as well, drawing her in so only scant inches remained between them. That is close, the fairy's eyes proved to be an indigo blue, so dark that her irises were nearly indistinguishable from her pupils. "That is just what I hoped you'd say," she said approvingly, and before Isla could rethink it, drew her out of the grotto and into the crowd. She led the girl on a merrily meandering path around the ballroom's perimeter, to prolong the little adventure and keep the empty seashell plinth out of their sight, so that it might not prompt any further misgivings. She looked back once with a swish of dark hair, laughing as they wound their way across the floor, ducking from rock to rock and pushing through conversations like children that'd been forced to sit still too long and at any moment could be corralled and sent to bed. Once they reached the foot of the stairs wrapping the massive pillar, the light had noticeably deepened to a purplish twilight, the watery ceiling above them shot through with tangerine and rose. She reached out for Isla's hand again as they climbed two steps at a time, accosting one of the servers for champagne flutes halfway up, almost out of breath by the time they broke through to the surface. The steps ended in a bare stone plateau, waves rushing up to its edges and sending the illusion of spray into the surrounding air to sparkle in the ruddy light. The sky overhead was endless, clouds of striated color filling one horizon and fading to stars at the opposite, more stars in more configurations than could ever be seen above the city. There were several other people gathered around tiny tables and the small bar, but none of them were Isla's absent handler, and it wasn't crowded. They found an empty stretch of balustrade to lean against, Ohio resting her hand on the rail just behind Isla's hip. She smiled into her glass, letting her gaze travel the redhead's lithe figure again. The two of them were almost precisely the same height, she noted, but the faerie had heels to thank for that. It had been some time since she'd happened across such a suitable, available female; the males of Ohio's kind -- like most kinds, really -- were so needlessly territorial. And they never truly appreciated what they had." Lovely, isn't it?" she asked softly, looking at Isla, not the sunset. She felt thrilled. She felt mischievous. Isla couldn’t remember a time she had run so freely and without care. Gone were her doubts and hesitation, as if they had been abandoned in the cove, and once the two breached the surface she was able to finally breathe again. Her delicate fingers curled around the crystalline stemware of her champagne, her cheeks were pink from the climb, but it was the exhilaration that made her breath a little harder, causing her heart to hammer in her chest with joy. Laughing had removed the worried lines from her face and brightened her eyes to a more dazzling shade. She flashed perfect white teeth and couldn’t seem to stop herself from grinning so widely. Yet here they were, leaning against the cool stone with the wind tickling their faces, and the bubbles from the champagne tickling their noses. There was no care of worry.“Beautiful.” Isla’s eyes were set on the sky, inwardly trying to name every color smeared across the sky over head. Her hand seemed to be smarter than the rest of the girl, however, taking Ohio’s meaning and curled her fingers around her hand. As far as she was concerned, the few bodies scattered about them didn’t exist, illusions in themselves that could be ignored. Now she blinked, dropping her chin so that she could meet the faerie’s gaze. “It all just takes your breath away, doesn’t it?” The human reached up with her free hand, tucking a stray lock of dark hair away that had fluttered in the wind. It was softer than it looked, which was saying something. Silk would be envious. “I was wrong, you know. Now that I see you here painted under the night’s sky, Queen of the sea is far from fitting. Your mother nature herself; nothing else could be so spectacular and breathtaking or so nearly perfect." After upturning her glass, she lifted it to signal the staff for another. "Two," she told the server, eyes still on Isla. The girl struck her as a likely lightweight, and there was something especially delectable about an effervescent champagne buzz." Nature is resplendent," she agreed, reaching out to touch the redhead's face in turn, drawing a fingertip along the fine line of her jaw to just beneath her chin. "But She is also cruel, little fox." The faerie's not-black gaze was fierce, filled with the hues of the setting sun, roseate and somehow vicious. Then the glow dipped beneath the false line of sea and sky, the clouds washing out into blues, and Ohio was only smiling, leaning in to brush velvety lips over the girl's pale cheek. More stars sparkled to life in the absence of sunlight, and the air held just the hint of a chill, as a proper night should. It brought the two of them in closer, warmth shared as Ohio curled an arm around Isla's slim waist. Their drinks arrived; the faerie touched her glass to Isla's with a ringing chime. "To new things," she declared, "and beautiful ones." Beneath the "water," the party smoothly sank into a turquoise dusk. There was something there she couldn’t quite put her finger on, and that something brought goosebumps to her flesh. This was easily mistake for the chilly evening air at first, but with a sudden vision of clarity Isla realized that the goose flesh had only spawned from Ohio’s touch. There was something quite thrilling about it, almost forbidden. Was it because Isla didn’t know how Sebastian would react should he find out about such things? Or was it because she felt her nipples harden under the silken fabric of her own dress, as a jolt of adrenaline shot straight down from her gut to things much lower and deeper? There was just something delicious and dangerous about the woman that left her captivated and quite curious. She took a drink from the second glass of champagne, unable to help the practiced sweep of her eyes across those occupying the roof, although she didn’t know it herself, she was still keeping a wary eye out for her master. Habits. The sound of crystal was still ringing in her ears, and Isla once again felt simple and awestruck and couldn’t be certain on what to say. Idle conversation, perhaps? What if she left the fingers of her left hand curl into the fabric of Ohio’s dress, just so, light and fleeting across her hip? Tentative touches, curious little flutters like the kiss of a butterfly. It was very new to her, but couldn’t be ignored. Dare she? Should she? Would she? The human began to chew her bottom lip, the nervous tick she couldn’t part with. “Do you plan to be cruel, then?” Isla's current master was cruel, or at the very least indifferent, so Ohio had to be neither of those things for at least awhile longer. But she wanted to pounce. The girl's voice and eyes were imploring the faerie, unwittingly pleading to be seized, taken, reaped. Isla practically begged for direction, for instruction, to be set to a task that would allay all these fanciful thoughts and qualms. Ohio ducked her head, mouth hovering just over the elegant line of Isla's throat, inhaling, tongue curling upon itself to taste the girl's restive scent. All the faerie's instincts were desirous. Covetous. She drew back with effort, turning the motion into a too-casual touch of another kiss across the corner of Isla's plush lips. "Never, little fox," she lied, laughing. Well, it wasn't entirely an untruth, but too often, plans changed. She hugged the girl against her side, setting her dark head against Isla's red one, fingertips tracing from the inside of her hip up her ribs, too lightly to even tickle. It asked Isla to return the gesture and share in the solace of touch. It did not demand of her, only invited. Of all the trickery surrounding them, Isla's illusion of choice was the most integral. They were only a silhouette in the darkness by then, held closely enough that their two shapes were just one. Ohio made her feel as if she were running great distances without any muscle lethargy. She made her heart feel like a swallow imprisoned in a cage made of Isla’s ribs, and the poor thing was fluttering about, hoping for escape. She made her feel bold and devious, edging away from the side of caution in hopes of winning… wellsomethingfrom the beautiful queen. It was too difficult to put into words, but squeezed next to the beautiful woman’s side, fingers tracing the curve of one rib, there was a word that came to mind; indulge. With Sebastian, she couldn’t say that she hated her experience with the man, but she did feel a sense offearthat she would anger him. With Ohio she wanted the woman to indulge, she wanted to keep her happy and satisfied just as she wished to keep Sebastian happy and proud. How different would it be? And, could she? It felt like this evening would never end. Two drinks were enough to create a daring Isla. She felt a comfortable warmth centered at her chest from the booze and a certain flightiness in her eyes, making them more aware of the alcohol in her than anywhere else. Except, maybe, in her hands, which felt a little off but in no sense that would cause the woman any alarm. This was that attractive buzz that often led people into having more than they should. But, Isla who was already a considerable ‘light weight’ and rarely had more than a single glass of wine, was feeling the effects as yet another new experience. She didn’t want to make Sebastian mad… but he wasn’t here, was he? He had left her in that ridiculous gathering of instruments to do… whatever it was he had intended to do. Isla leaned into Ohio, brushing her lips along her jaw to find her way up to the faerie’s ear. “If you don’t plan to be cruel,” and by now, her lips were brushing along the FAE’s ear, her tongue flicked teasingly, if a little uncertain, against the lobe before retreating back into her mouth, “then what is the plan?” It was a fair question. Dhiiocould convince the girl to come with her, to steal away before the real sunrise outside and before one little human could be immediately missed. It would hardly be impossible to escape from a ballroom stuffed with mages, but it just might be to do it unnoticed. Outrage would be certain to follow, and legally and diplomatically, the FAE would eventually be required to return the property with which she'd absconded. And the feathers the theft ruffled would likely keep her from being invited to the next few soirées. Would the morning after be worth the bother? Dhiio thought it might. She turned to capture Isla's warm mouth with her own, seeking that teasing tongue. Fingers slid over the girl's smoothly bound hair, cradling the back of her head to tilt her face more advantageously into the kiss, which was not at all hesitant or cautious. Perhaps the FAE was not so patient as she would like to believe herself to be, her other arm wrapping Isla's waist to pull their hips flush at the same time she pressed forward, the backs of Isla's thighs bumping up against the stone rail. The kiss went on until the redhead had to breathe, and as she endeavored to do so, Ohio murmured against her lips. "I plan for you to forget him." This time it wasn’t the alcohol that caused her head to start swimming. The kiss had been building all evening, even Isla knew that, but what a kiss it had been! She moaned half-way through, a soft sound that acted as some sort of sacrificed offering to the FAE. Isla’s knees threatened to collapse on her, but instead of dropping like a rock, she was backed against the stone rail that successfully kept her upright and able to continue this divine indulgence. Was it too much, that she had lifted her hands to fist into the woman’s hair, stopped only so that she wouldn’t disturb the beautiful strands? Isla wanted to plunge head first into this chaos, yet she wanted to preserve the perfection here before her. As Ohio allowed the human to breathe, she did so with deep, shuddering gasps. The increased body temperature that caused a flush to spread across her cheeks was almost enough to burn off the buzz. She rode that high a little longer, and now allowed her hand to sooth the back of Rhinos’ neck, expertly coaxing muscles that may or may not be tense. Hers sure were. “Is that such a challenge, when you’ve so quickly dominated my mind?” The red head curled her fingers, pulling her queen closer. “You’ll be poisoned candy, yet, my, you taste so sweet.” The FAE was slight, but she held the human girl pinned to the railing without much effort. The spray from breaking waves glimmered all around them, seen but never felt. As Isla spoke, Ohio tilted the girl's head back, palms cradling her face. The faerie's dark eyes held the reflection of the stars above, pinpoints of light caught in cutaneous depths. "My little fox is not so skittish as she alleges to be," she noted, voice low, almost lost beneath the wash of water on stone. "A wolves, perhaps." What memories were hidden behind the gossamer veil that had been so artfully arranged over the girl's mind? Ones that might occasionally be called forward, to brush that curtain aside. The redhead's words and caress seemed to rise from those shadowed layers, belying her seeming innocence. Dhiio kissed her again, hands dropping to Isla's shoulders, then tracing the curves beneath the silky fabric that lay between them, breasts to hips. There was more to be cajoled from the beautiful little thrall, intensity the girl didn't remember she possessed to be roused. "Tell me then," she said, ever so gently nipping at Isla's full lower lip, "what my real challenge is to be... and I'll accept." Somewhere deep within there were half-felt images, some fleeting memories that were too restrained to flutter to the surface. Isla could only relate the sensation to Déjà vu, one wrapped around an erotic fantasy as the woman was given a sample of Ohio’s dainty nip. She wanted it everywhere, deeper, harder, as much as she ached for the slow, gliding caress of their soft flesh rocking and constantly touching. She longed to gaze up at those dark eyes while following every darkly whispered order that came from the FAE’s mouth. Furthermore, she wanted to push Ohio’s knees apart as if they hated each other, feeling her writhe and twist beneath her lips. She wanted sensations from her queen that another woman couldn’t give. Furthermore, she wanted to give in with full abandon and not worry about the hour, the duties expected or following formalities. When was the last time Isla ‘let her hair down’? When was the last time she had indulged with lust and the way it made you feel so invincible? Unafraid? It was the later that was the most intoxicating. “Me,” came her answer, one whispered against Ohio’s jaw as her lips began to wander. “I feel as though once you release me I’ll not stop. Once I get a taste I’ll never be satisfied. I want too much, and I ache to feel everything down into my bones. Freedom is dangerous; I want its taste as badly as I want to taste you.” Her teeth scraped the side of Ohio’s neck.“Yet I want to fight. I want this night to be buried into muscle memory, so every time I arch my back or touch myself, it is you I feel doing it.” Once the girl began to speak, it seemed as though she couldn't stop. Ohio's partly amused half-smile became a somewhat fiendish grin as Isla went on, the FAE's thumbs lightly stroking along the redhead's jawline. Freedom, indeed. Freedom without consequence was what the girl wanted, a goal that might seem so attainable to her at that very moment, held right within her grasping arms. Tonight, the little wolf Jaspreet choose the next snare into which to step. So eager to run, without knowing to where. A hand dropped to the outside of Isla's thigh, fingers slowly walking the fabric of her dress upwards until Ohio could palm warm bare flesh. From there she slipped inward, sliding beneath the thin material of the girl's panties and skirting down the inside of her hip to draw them away from the skin. One knee pressed the inside of Isla's knee, opening them for the FAE to sidle between, allowing her the space to tease the knuckle of a curled finger at the redhead's core. Perhaps it should have, but it never occurred to the faerie that this girl, this trembling little slip of a girl who was suddenly quite amenable to the thought of vocally begging to be held up and thoroughly fucked, could be a snare herself. It --she-- was too perfect. The FAE had so little to fear from most things walking the earth that they became careless, even those like Ohio, who fancied themselves wonderfully self-aware. Surely Isla was all that she seemed, and only that. Only a human, and a young one, and a particularly beautiful one, soft-skinned and slender and increasingly damp against the FAE's moving fingertips. Enough talking, then. Ohio's lips retook Isla's at the same moment her fingers slunk deeper, the pad of her thumb pressed perfectly upon the girl's sensitive center. Those bold fingers weren’t disappointing, and the build-up to now had been worth every clench and elevated heartbeat. Isla had been hyperfocused as Ohio leaned closer, but the moment her warm flesh soothed against the inside of her thigh, all she could do was wobble where she stood, temporarily transfixed by the heat that blazed through her leg. But it slid where she wanted it most, pushing in fast delicate folds that were as smooth as rose petals, and even while she moaned like a whore, it was a soft sound that barely reached past their bodies. Both of her hands lifted, less careful now of the FAE’s gorgeous hair, and pulled her in closer as they kissed. The intimate embrace stabbed into her like the clever fingers currently coated in the warm excitement of her juices, causing a delicious thrill to shudder through her body. But it was the thumb making its mark on her clit that had her crying out sharply, feeding the sound into Ohio’s mouth in another offering of surrender. Her hips undulated like the crashing waves simulated around them, the shiver that racked her frame a tangible thing that the FAE could ride. Isla fisted her hair, soothing her right hand up along Ohio’s neck but didn’t dare break the kiss, not when it was more fun to slip her tongue inside the other woman’s mouth, caressing her tongue against hers like warm silk, less shy now than ever before. The girl continued to respond with a determination that was disproportionate to the effort Ohio had expended to attract her. Isla had something to prove, perhaps to her owner, perhaps only to herself, and it was causing the faerie difficulty in keeping her ultimate goal in mind. It would be much easier and immediately more satisfying to shove the girl to the faux stone floor and clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle the proceeding cries of pleasure. But no, she was Isla'sfriendnow. This was mutual. And anyway, her answering moan into the redhead's fevered kiss was not feigned. A second slim finger joined Ohio's first, slipping easily up into that moist heat, letting the girl's hips roll downward against her palm. "Shh, little fox," Ohio murmured, pacifying stroking the nape of Isla's neck, one thumb caressing the side of her throat even as the other exacted another soft cry from her lips. Then Ohio's hand stilled, mouth just beneath Isla's ear, waiting until some of the tension ebbed from the girl's limbs and the fingers tangled in the faerie's long hair relaxed. Not until Isla had quieted and was breathing quiescently did Ohio resume the both kisses and the motion of her fingers, slow and practiced, gradually deepening.

[ Rook x Yggdrasil x limegreen ]|rating:4.0

The Girls (Open-ish. Please PM if interested)

Isabelle is the leader of an elite group in her college, simply named The Girls. The Girls rule the school-they are the prettiest, the toughest, and have the richest and most powerful parents around. Not to mention, they are the most sexual girls, fucking anyone they want-students and professors alike. They are all either lesbians or bisexual, except for the very rare exception to Isabelle's best friend who happens to be straight, and often enjoy sex within their own group. Each of The Girls has a Pet- a 'Girl-in-training' you might say, which is sort of their 'favorite'. The Pets are very protected and cannot be fucked or fuck anyone else without permission from the Pet's Girl. Pets are also often very spoiled; Isabelle enjoys buying her Pet clothes and taking her out to nice restaurants on Daddy's credit card. The relationship between the Girls and the Pets can vary anywhere from extreme domination and submission to being very romantic and fun. Isabelle tends to be somewhere in the middle; she enjoys light domination, but always loves making sure that her Pet is satisfied as well. The Pets are distinguished by their leather collar with a diamond studded slide-the first initial of The Girl who chose that pet. (i.e.- Isabelle's Pet would have an "I" slide on her collar)Isabelle's father is renowned neurosurgeon, David Lawson. Her mother is a stay-at-home drunk, so, needless to say, Isabelle never had a strong relationship with either parent. Isabelle started The Girls and became a bisexual fuck machine at the tender age of fourteen. She's very smart despite the fact that her teachers pass her because she fucks them, female professors included. At first glance she looks like a stereotypical southern California beach bunny girl-next-door, but she's actually very wild-in bed, at parties, and when fighting. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} IC:Isabelle sighed in relief as she sank down into the bathtub. She had had a long, hard day, which left her feeling extremely tense and horny. Her bubble bath would take care of the tensity in her back and shoulders, but the horniness...well, she had to make a phone call to take care of that one. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed quickly. Her Pet answered on the first ring and Isabelle's free hand traveled instinctively down to her pussy at the sound of the girl's sexy voice. She had just taken in her Pet, but already the girl knew what buttons to push to make Isabelle squirm. "Hey, baby. I need you to come over to my place and...take care of a few things for me. The door's unlocked, and I'm in the tub. Take all your clothes off and come on in." she said and hung up. Isabelle looked around. The tub where she was relaxing was more like a swimming pool. Isabelle lived in a huge house, though she was only a senior in college. Her dear daddy wouldn't stand for her living in a dorm, though she had spent the night with her Pet many times. Of course, dear daddy didn't know about The Girls, either. Isabelle's hands moved up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples and getting them hard and ready for the mouth of another girl. She let out a small sigh of pleasure as her other hand traced gentle circles around her pussy lips in anticipation of the arrival of her Pet.IOC: We are still in need of a man willing to be dominated by the lovely Asa! Lily James had only been on campus for about a week when she hooked up with Isabelle. Initially she had thought it was the alcohol talking at the time, but she realized as soon as she got into that private room with her that she had really wanted this. It was weird, in just one night she went from a decent girl with a bit of a wild side here and there into a submissive sexual pet. Lily was studying physical therapy with a minor in physical education. Her parents had been close to her throughout high school but when she decided to go to a college 700 miles away, she is saddened, but it was the school for her. They helped her move in and then that was the last time she'd see them until Thanksgiving break. IC: Lily was wearing very short shorts today with a form fitting white with blue designed graphic tee that was low cut to the point her cleavage was visible from about 30 yards away. Of course, the collar around her neck was visible to everyone and although when she first put it on in public she felt very weird about it, but everyone seemed jealous instead of disgusted. She had been in the middle of her last class when her phone started buzzing in her purse. Digging quickly through it, she pulled it out and answered, just listening. The sexy voice on the other end of the phone through her entire mind set off, and she knew what had to be done, her heart fluttering. Luckily she had been in the back of the class and was able to get out without the professor noticing and she quickly high-tailed it to the Girls house. Opening the door, she opened the closet and placed her purse and flip-flops into the bin designated for her, and she climbed the stairs. The moment she had walked through that door, she had felt herself beginning to moisten at the thoughts of the night and the weekend, since it was after all Friday. Climbing the stairs and quietly approaching the door to Isabelle's bathroom, she felt her panties beginning to stick to her legs. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door slowly and smiled at her Girl." Good afternoon Isabelle." Isabelle's breath caught in her throat at the sight of her girl. She couldn't help it, Lily always had that effect on her; the blonde's beautiful smile never failed to make her heart flutter with desire. Ever since she first saw the girl on campus, Isabelle knew she had to have her. Not that Isabelle ever struggled to get what she wanted." Hello, beautiful," she smiled, raising herself up in the tub slightly. Her breasts were resting right on top of the water and her pert nipples were hard with a combination of the cool air and her desire for her Pet. "Well, what are you waiting for? Strip down and come on in," she said. She watched as Lily hastily complied, her smile growing as more and more of her Pet's skin was exposed. As the other girl stepped into the water and sat down, Isabelle pulled her naked body close, allowing the girl to sit on her lap. "Mmm, I've been waiting for this all day," she said, wrapping one hand around Lily's tiny waist and reaching her other hand up to toy with her Pet's large breasts. She leaned in, kissing Lily full on the lips, forcing her tongue into the other girl's mouth. She could never get enough of kissing Lily; the girl's tongue and lips were incredibly talented, and she always smelled and tasted sweet. Isabelle's body reacted instantly to the feel of the warm, soft body on top of her and the feel of Lily's lips on her own. She pulled back reluctantly, planting a kiss on Lily's neck and smiling lustfully at the girl. "What would you like to do to please me this afternoon, my Pet?" she asked, giving Lily's full breast a squeeze and tweaking one of her nipples. Lily bit her lip as her nipple was teased and tweaked. "MMM, well miss Isabelle. I would love to take the stress of the week off of you with orgasm after orgasm..." She hung the last three words with a kiss in between, the first a simple yet sexy kiss followed by a French kiss and then a tantalizing kiss on her neck. Lily smiled seductively as her hands massaged her legs, starting with her calf and moving slowly to her thighs. With Isabelle's hand groping and tantalizing her breasts, her moistness would have been like a river at this point, if not for the bath." What would you like to me to do miss Isabelle? You know I pay very close attention to detail." IOC ((Just a quick little intro for Jareena "The evil straight" one *lol*)) Jareena Hernandez“Jazz” ~To The Girls~”Lena” ~ To her mom and dad and a few other professors5’8” well toned tattooed dancer/gymnast Rich brown/black hair with crimson streaks Deep brown eyes38cGreek/Spanish mix She had been friends with Isabelle since they were in middle school. Jazz saw some boy picking in her and proceeded to explain to him in no uncertain terms his actions were not acceptable. She busted his jaw and broke 3 of his ribs… she got 2 weeks suspension and “counseling” but no one ever picked on Isabelle again for fear of Jazz getting revenge. Back then she was one of the kids from the wrong side of the tracks who scared most of the rich kids. Her dad had come to the school a lot at her mother dragging him there when she got in trouble. He was a big man who she idolized, and it hit her hard when he was killed. The only real friend she had other than her mom were a few people from her neighborhood and Isabelle. Beyond that she sank into dance and gymnastics. Courted by the gangs in her old neighborhood she came close a few times to joining till Isabelle helped her and talked her out of it. After her dads' death it had been just her and her mother surviving on her mothers clothing design and custom clothing for stores in their old neighborhood. Now several years later her mother had finally found someone and remarried. Jazz thought he was alright since he made her mother happy and her mother was fitting into his world of money a little easier than Jazz was. Now she was in the same school with Isabelle again and living just a couple doors down from her and found it very hard to deal with this life. Her father taking them to parties and as Jazz put it "showing her off like some prized horse" or something. Gareth Donovan was one of the premiere Lawyers in the state for all Jazz knew, and he did understand Jazz difficulty making the transition since he was like her growing up till he aced Law school and then nothing could stop him. If it were not for Isabelle, Jazz would seriously be having trouble adjusting to the expectations. She and Isabelle had ended up a little different, but She had welcomed Jazz into her school and her little group. Jazz was clearly the one that was the “enforcer” of the bunch as it was well known to the group that Jazz was always packing a weapon or two at all times. She did her best to stay within any dress code the school had when she wanted to not that she ever really wanted to. She was an outsider in this step ford little world with her dark skin intoxicating exotic looks and rough edges. Furthermore, she took great fun in making professors and male students drool stutter and generally make fools of themselves. Isabelle had always talked about finding her a pet and she had her eyes on a couple of guys who would fit that bill in her mind... or even a Professor in particular would do.~~~~~~~Dr. Holden had told them the project for Ancient studies and now to assign pairs. He rattled off a few names, and then he looked to his two lists and swallowed hard he had done all he could to not look at Miss Hernandez through the entire class, but now eye contact was a little required. Miss Hernandez you will be working with Mr Connery. Only another one of "The Girls" would recognize the look in his eyes towards her unless the male student felt the same way. There was a fear there blended well with an intense desire. He knew very well what she could do and almost felt sorry for Connery placing him with her... She would eat that boy alive if he tried to hit on her. He paired up another few students and then gave them all permission to move to their partners tables and get to work. Jazz looked at the tall dark and quiet walk over and sighed... another prim proper suit and tie of a student that she could clearly see the dislike or fear of being assigned to work with her. He was cute enough broad chest and really beautiful smile. Well now she just might have found that pet Isabelle kept going on about her choosing. David... right... Jareena... Lena will be fine... for now. So what angle you want to take this on from... How sex has bred wars throughout history or the sex that wars has caused through time. She sat back her long legs propped up on the stool next to her. She reached to fix her pants leg to better hide the boot knife. Furthermore, she was clad in tight black jeans and SWAT boots a black bikini top on under and sliced up camo top and leather biker jacket. Connery couldn't believe his luck, or was it bad luck? He wasn't sure. Dressed impeccably, as usual, not many people ever thought that David of all people would care about who is project partner was. But he did. He was quiet by nature, and not only did care, he actually was concerned." Jazleena Hernandez!! Seriously? Jareena? What was Dr. Holden thinking?" It wasn't like he hated her or something. No, it was just that the reputation that Lena had, not only made him feel a little concerned, heck it made him feel a little scared! He went up to her, and found her sitting on a stool with her legs propped up against another. "Gosh" he thought, "Not bad..." looking at her smooth long legs. Seeing those intense eyes staring at him made him want to look elsewhere, but they were captivating. He didn't know what exactly he was feeling, was it fear? did it desire?" Umm, sex breeds war I guess, but what do you think Lena?" He immediately realized that there was something wrong over here. He knew that Lena was a part of The Girls, and for some reason, he was real excited and nervous about talking to her. Furthermore, he didn't know why, but he didn't want to say anything out of turn nor did he want to piss her off. Furthermore, he had seen this senior, Isabelle, who was also a part of the group, with some other girl, her 'pet' she called her. But he didn't really see Lena about with anyone. Sounds fine with me... I mean heck some prince and princess run off and go banging around and neither daddy dearest likes and blames the other kingdom and bam... war... Some queen has an affair and... again... war... She smirked watching his reluctance to walk over and then his staring at her legs and shook her head with a smile moving her legs. Have a seat David... She left it open to see if he would or just remain standing. She wondered what Isabelle would think if she could see Mr Ivy League himself assigned to her for the project and his scared eyes looking her over. So before we really get started on this little project... what's on ya mind? Her eyes glanced over to the professor who almost seemed to have a worried yet jealous look in his eyes as he glanced at them. Blowing him a veiled kiss she laughed a little watching the proof have to clear his throat and adjust the way he was sitting. Her eyes then moved back to her partner with a smile. It was not a cold or evil smile but on her there was something evil about it almost primal. David watched as she moved her smooth legs off the chair, to make space for him to sit. But he couldn't really make out whether it was a test of some sort, or was she just taunting him." Gosh, she's hot" He thought to himself, even though he was scared, he couldn't deny the fact that this girl was sexy." Yea, I agree with you, Lena" he said, smiling, trying to be polite. He sat down, and waited for her to say something, he didn't really know what he should say. He watched her blow a kiss to the prof, "What the hell?! Even the prof eh?" He thought. "Who am I dealing with over here?!"" So, umm, Lena, what now?" he asked her, loosening his tie as he spoke. She tossed him her notes form the previous lectures and said. Guess we should go research more for the project unless ya scared to be seen with Me? She saw the confusion in his eyes and smiled. Seriously what's up with you? You seem rather nervous... "Umm, no, it's nothing Lena. Why in the world would I be scared to be seen with you?" He smiled, trying to be polite." Maybe I should just try to get to know her a little bit more" He thought. He sat back, and glanced at her figure again. David was always a shy guy, but he did have a girlfriend once. But she didn't even compare to how hot Jareena was." Umm, fine, I think it's better if we research a little bit more than" he replied to her,"where do you want to go then?" Where ever you feel the safest... back to our house or the library or your place... I have no problem with any of them. And most males are afraid to be seen with someone more willing to pack weapons than the security around here Darwin, so I highly doubt you are any different She stood up with a smirk gracing her lips and moved closer to him testing that fear she saw in his eyes and that she saw on the faces of his buddies there in the class. David was scared alright. But he was beginning to enjoy this. He just couldn't believe how gorgeous she was." Fine then, if that's the way you put it, how about we go to your place?" He asked. But at the same time, he was hoping he hadn't crossed any line, so he hastily added, "as long as that's ok with you, Lena" I would not have suggested it if I wasn't David. Let's go just remember you are going into the "The Girls" lair... Be careful... She winked with a laugh and turned to lead the way across campus to their dorm house. Wow, this could easily turn into a pet situation as she could tell he seemed to be getting off on the fear. Male eyes were so easy to read as she called out that she was home and studying with a partner so no one would disturb her. They entered the luxurious place, The Girl's "Lair" she called it." Wow, this is something," he said to himself, thinking about how many people it would take just to maintain this household. A brief image of him in a butler's suit serving Lena flashed across his mind. He chuckled, trying to not make much of it. But for some reason, he could tell that, that was a real possibility, what with Lena's sheer will and power. He hated to admit, but even though he was intimated by her, he was immensely turned on. "Must be the effect she has on people, I guess"They went upstairs to a room, Lena leading the way, giving David a nice view of her ass while she climbed up the stairs in front of him. David couldn't help but stare. And he knew, that she knew that he was watching. She sat down on the four-poster bed that was in the room, and pointed at the chair next to it, indicating that he was supposed to sit over there. As much as he wanted to join her on the bed, he obeyed immediately. She sat back looking over at him s mental smirk at just how quickly this one was jumping to obey. She began researching her notes and pointed out the computer for him to begin research there. Her eyes seemed to remain on him for a little while before she began looking over her notes and a couple of books that she had on her preparing for class.Let's see how much of this project we can knock out and then if he is going to expect us to work together perhaps we should get to know each other. He could tell that he was watching her." Alright, I'll work on the computer then" he said. He took off his tie and stretched in the chair before getting to work. He could feel her eyes on his back. And it gave him the chills. But he kept working on the computer. They were in her "Lair" as she called it. And he didn't want to piss her off, at least not while they were over there. He tried making small talk. He wanted to ease the tension a bit by joking about the prof and about the project. "These kings and queens were real horny people eh?" chucking weakly at his attempt to crack a joke. So it would seem... She laughed... Kings do it they just get "talked to" by their advisors back then but if women did... they tended to get killed... Glad times have changed... She found his fear and uneasiness entertaining and yet there was a sexual tension on his part it seemed. So What ya want to know? Cause ya either scared to death or turned on which scares ya too due to My rep "Umm...do.do you want me to tell you the truth, Lena?" He chuckled, "You wouldn't kill me or something if I did?"" I don't really want to know anything actually, I was just wondering how in the world do you get the guts to carry around an actual gun." He asked. "But then again, that's none of my business, and yes, to be honest with you, I am kind of intimidated by you," Looking at her face, he realized that he might be in some trouble now, so he hastily added, "But I do think that you're one of the most beautiful girls I've seen in a very long time" Why would I kill you?Yeah, so what I pack a couple of guns and a knife or two. How do I have the guts to do so... you have ever been to North Valley... Nah, you would have no reason to go there... ever parents probably told you the horror stories about that place growing up and the blood and violence the news shows about it... that's where I grew up till Mom married Gareth Donovan. So yeah I pack... now it's just for different reasons... protect friends and family... just who I am. You ever thought about trying to actually fire a gun? She paused hearing the beautiful girl part and just watched his eyes for a moment... was that legit or his attempt to save his ass just in case... She was curious now... Thanks I... think... Wow, all these Ivy League trust fund girls that are more like you and your world, and you say that about me? I could get used to that... She smiled... thinking... yeah she may have found herself a pet. "Oh" David never thought of it like that. He had heard about the North Valley, and realizing that Lena had been through all of that made him think of things from a different perspective. He didn't really see a in the same light. Her attitude was still the same though. Powerful, and knowing what she wanted, she was like a different species altogether. He turned around and faced her, and asked, "Yea, so I've found some material for the project. Do you want to look at it now? Or do you want to take a break for now and go through it later?" She was leaning against the bed, with her arms propped behind her for support, it gave a wonderful effect to her figure, and David couldn't help but notice. But he immediately looked away, he knew that she saw him looking, and no matter how much they talked, he was still intimidated by her, and pissing her off was one of the last things he wanted to do. Sitting up she moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. What ya afraid of David? I see ya looking at me then that fear flashes up in ya eyes...and even now that you know about me, you still get that fearful look... spooked... whatever ya want to call it.Yeah, a break to get you past whatever this is sounds like a good idea. She pat the bed beside her finding him harmless enough as she moved over a little. David squirmed in his seat. He definitely wanted to sit next to her. But there was this apprehension he felt." Heck, go for it. What's the worst that could happen?" , he thought. Getting up, while straightening his shirt, he sat on the bed next to her, and leaned sideways to get a better look of her. This time he looked straight into her eyes. "Wow, her eyes are something, aren't they" he thought. They were filled with passion. And at the same time, he could tell that those were eyes that had seen a lot. She had been through a lot worse than he ever had. He felt a sort of respect for her now, now that he knew more about her, about what she had been through. So what's your story David? She leaned back against one of the bedposts watching him. Its clear we need to get all of this out in the open so you can focus... you got any questions you wanna ask or anything you want to say? "Haha, no nothing really Lena. My life's been a pretty much normal one." He replied to her. "As you say, I'm an Ivy League type." He chuckled." But don't get me wrong, I don't really fit in there either. I just like staying away from the attention" he said. "But I must ask you, this club, her. Group. "The Girls" as you call it. I'm not sure if I completely understand it. If you don't mind me asking. On my way up, I saw this blonde with a diamond studded collar like thing around her neck. Is she also a part of your group? And if she is, how come you don't wear a similar one?" I don't wear one as I am not a "pet". Pets wear the leather collars with diamond slides on them... well their pets do but so far I have not taken a pet as I am not quite like the others. I have been looking around for a male pet actually... kinda prefer males. She stared deep into his eyes with a smile. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder she stretched her legs out over the side of the bed as they talked. Jokingly she added... Why you think you would be interested in being a pet? He laughed. He didn't know what to say. Was she joking? A pet? Him? For her? And even though it first struck him off as a crazy idea, he saw how much he would enjoy being at her service." Why not give it a try?" he thought." Umm, why not Lena? I'd like to be your pet." He grinned. "Oh, am I supposed to call you Ma'am now then? Or would Miss Lena do?", he asked. She stretched her legs out. He could tell that she knew that he liked her legs. They were quite shapely. But then again, that wasn't the only thing he liked about her. A smirk crossed her lips as she listened to him. Well that all depends on if you want your boys to know you are now My pet or not? We could leave it during class as Lena and then in private Ma'am would be good... She smirked picturing stand you would wear the leather collar with the diamond slide on it in public? Or should We find a better way to label you as Mine? She reached over grabbing his tie and pulling him to her intently as she smiled wickedly to him. "Well, Ma'am", he stressed on the word, seeing how much she liked it, "If I'm your pet, shouldn't you be the one who tells me what to do?" He grinned at her. When she pulled his tie, making him come closer, he was surprised by how excited it got him. The slight fear that he felt, the fact that he was her pet, turned him on. He was beginning to enjoy this." How about both? How about I wear the collar whenever I'm seen in public? And also do whatever else you have on your mind, Ma'am?", he suggested. Now that he was in, he didn't really see why he couldn't go all the way. "But could you please give me a few days to adjust, before I begin to wear the collar?" he asked. As much as he liked the idea, he still was a little apprehensive, he felt that he still needed time. A smirk crossed her lips... I could be nice and say yeah to that little request or... add to that fear and apprehension and just lock it on your neck now... I actually had thought of this as a "collar" actually... Stretching along the bed to the bedside table and opening the drawer taking out a black leather watch with a diamond letter J in the center of it. Holding it out to him...since you like the idea of the collar how about... both. He looked at the watch. The fine material did nothing but speak volumes of its worth." Yes Ma'am. Anything that would keep you happy." He said, taking it and putting in on. He was more than happy to wear it, and for some reason, he really wanted to pleasure Lena. Be it anything she wanted to him to do." Ma'am, I do hope you know, I love the idea of being your pet. And I'll make it my foremost objective to fulfill all of your desires" he said, he knew she loved knowing that she had power over him. So why not show her that she indeed did own him, he thought, with a smirk on his lips." So, what now, Miss Lena?" I have been seriously stressed out today dealing with all the highbrow... high society... crap... maybe you would be so willing to accompany me to the old neighborhood to hang out for a bit? She had a tendency to slip back there from time to time to keep herself sane, but now this would be interesting with a pet along. A lot of them call me Lena, but there are a few that call me Jazz we will stick with you calling me Lena for now there K? Maybe grab a bite to eat out there... My treat and get you some other clothes for future visits... we will let the suit slide this time... they will get over it... "Umm, sure Ma'am."" Wherever you want to go.," he said. "But I'm guessing even though might let it slide, it's better if I take off the suit? Just the shirt and trousers should do, shouldn't they?" he asked. He didn't know what he was doing. All of this was new to him. But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it. He enjoyed being at the service of Jareena. Yeah, leave the jacket in the car... Least gotta keep up appearances on campus. She sighed really hating all the expectations of his and Isabelle's wealthy world... people just can't be themselves all the time.Let's go... She moved to grab her purse and head down to her car that wasn't too low for her current life and not to "high" for real life. A nice old Bette in her usual color of choice... jet black. Getting into the car she motioned for him to get in as she started the car and for now kept the music respectably soft and tame... He followed her out of the house and into her car. It was a Bette. He had to admire it. It was just the right kind of car to suit Miss Lena. He opened the door for her, and waited for her to get in, before getting in himself. She started the music and turned down the volume, just a bit, so that it wasn't too loud. He waited while she started the engine and backed the car out onto the road. He, not knowing what to say or do, decided to keep quiet until he was spoken to. Furthermore, he didn't want to seem over enthusiastic also, because he knew that would just be a turn off. You always so quiet? She glanced over at the traffic light. Heading to the on ramp she made quick time flying down the interstate back "home". Finally blaring the radio with wild Latin tunes as she got closer to her old neighborhood. Tossing her hate into the back seat the windows down her hair blowing back with the wind. Taking the exit she quickly sped through heading to the main drag and parking on the side of the road and cranking the radio screaming the horn a couple of times and hopping from the car motioning for him to get out too. Leave the jacket don't want them thinking I am hanging with a cop or something... She laughed and yelled as a small crowd ran over and hugs were exchanged, and they began looking him over then looking to her brows raised...That's David... David this is Lottie... Cameron... Danny and Yvette... She smirked as her friends all tried to greet him in their way before looking back to her. Avette looked at her... Here checking on the shops for ya ma? Tina's need more ya moms designs girl they completely sold out... Glad ya mom married a money bag to pump out more designs... but girl you need to get him in better close you going to bring him around here... we do have all of our rep to consider you know... Yvette laughed and looked to David... NO offense fine suit... Jazleena just laughed... Yeah, while we here we gonna head to now I guess Marko's since you said Tina's is sold out... Will let mom know when I get home... Let's go shopping and fix him up... He won't mind at allJazleena looked to David and winked... Ain't that right sugar? David took of his suit and chucked it back into the car. He stayed back, leaning on the car, while Lena went along and said hi to her mates. "Wow, this is quite a welcome eh?", Lena introduced him to her friends, they did look like a friendly bunch. But there was no making a mistake about it, they were hardcore, and had been through lots more than David had ever dreamt of. He wished them all, with a polite "Hello" and nodded his head. He didn't want to be overenthusiastic and make Lena look bad." After all, I am her pet", he thought, liking the idea of it. While Jareena talked to her friends about her mom's designs, David couldn't help but notice how gorgeous Lena was, as compared to the rest. The others too, weren't bad looking. In fact, some of them looked pretty damn good. But somehow, Lena had an are about her. It seemed to pull David towards her, no matter how hard he should try. Ain't that right sugar?" Yes, Lena, obviously.", he smiled. He remembered that he was supposed to call her Lena in public. "I'd be more than happy if you could help me out with my clothes." He looked into her eyes while saying that, he could tell that Lena was beginning to like her new pet. Walking down past the shops became a near "family reunion" with shopkeepers and patrons all running out to greet her. Finally, they reached Marko's and headed inside looking around. She tossed him some pants and even some button-up shirts with various things stitched into them and. T-shirts and even a couple of jackets... One in a cut he was used to with all his suits and one a little edgier with Greek/Latin flair. Go try it all on We will keep looking... Marko... your wife still got that little cantina on 12th and Bluff?Yes, yes she will be happy to see you I already tell her you back home visit she will have much food ready for you and you friends even Ivy boy if he can handle spice or Greek food... The old man laughed nodding to the small herd in his shop. David followed Lena down the street, not wanting to fall back too much, nor did he want to intrude while Lena chatted with her friends. While they were going to the shop, "Marko's" she called it, he couldn't help but stare at his mistress' ass. It was just the right shape and size. David wasn't surprised to find himself getting turned on right there. When they reached the shop, Lena gave him a couple of clothes to wear. A few shirts, some pants and even a couple of jackets." Go try it all on"she said. He turned around to look for the changing room. He finally found one in a corner at the end of the shop, he got in, and closed the door. Furthermore, he saw that the door didn't have a latch, "Eh, like anyone's going to come in." He took off his clothes and began to try one of the shirts that she had given him. She sat back talking with the owner and her friends waiting on David. Once he walked out showing off the clothes for her approval she smirked after the last outfit had been tried on she quite frankly got tired of waiting for him to walk back and forth so enough pants she found another couple of shirts and held them out to him. Try these on... forget walking back to the dressing room till ya ready to put your clothes back on... try them on here. She smiled to him this would be a very public way for her to see part of what was now hers. Kind of a turn on, but she ignored that for now. And don't worry about any of them they want local boys or gang boys not suits. As if on cue not that she would have set this up... a couple of the gang members walk in and spotting her there with her old gang they began talking and calling out to her and going on and on till one of them broke from the pack and moved to wrap an arm around her or grab for her not seeming hostile but still making a move to grab at her. Without thought... without warning and without fear or really any emotion the guy found a 9mm resting against his crotch. Jazz stood there a deadpan expression as she looked him dead in the face even though he did tower at least a foot taller than her. You have been warned before... and again now... remember this cause the next time... you will not survive it. So is it really work your life your manhood or your position in your gang to piss me off Juan? Another guy who looked clearly like he was in charge walked up and grabbed the guy as well. Saying something about Him having told him to that Jazz was off limits and if he tried it again he better hope she killed him instead of the rest of the gang dealing with him. He then looked to Jazz told her he would see to it that the punk left her alone and then surprisingly was allowed to kiss her cheek before dragging his offending gang member out the door. Now where were we? Jazz smiled to David and... Oh, yeah you were going to try on the other two tops. David walked back wearing the clothes Lena had given him. Frankly he liked them. But it was going to take some getting used to. She held out a couple of shirts for him, and told him to change right there because she was bored with waiting for him to try them on in the changing room." What?" He asked, shocked, "Here?!" As if on cue, at that right moment, some other gang people came in, and what happened, stunned David." Leena has some attitude, huh?" He thought to himself, surprised by how hard he was watching her be all arrogant like that. "Oh yeah you were going to try on the other two tops." He took off his shirt, avoiding looking into the eyes of Lena and the rest of the group, he knew he had a good body, but he was shy nonetheless. He stood bare chested in front of her, and asked her which shirt he was to try on first. Furthermore, he put on the shirt she pointed at, but not before noticing that everyone was looking at him. Furthermore, he went red in the face, getting excited by this little show he had put on for his mistress. Standing back she re-hid the 9mm and smiled watching David strip out of the other shirt to try on the others. She winked when he next looked to her. She was very pleased with what was now her pet. Already debating their getting back to her dorm and learning more about him in more private intimate setting. Unable to decide what she liked him in best she simply held a credit card over to Marko's. We will take all of what he has tried on and whatever boots or shoes he wants to go with them. She then looked to the others Let's get lunch who's got the good stuff today? Avette looked at her and laughed. You know you are not going to come back to the old neighborhood and not go to Momma Marita's for that fusion food she and your grandma made honoring both sides of thy family blood. She looked to David. Fine suit David here gotta try that fajitas/gyro mix they do... Leena nodded and laughed. I know let's go. Let's grab this stuff toss it in the Bette and go eat David felt Lena's eyes look at him as he tried the shirts on. He liked the way she looked at him, as if she wanted him, and at the same time the knowledge that he was actually hers pleased him. He put on the shirts trying hard not to make his erection obvious. Yes, he was hard. He liked showing off his body. And with everyone looking at him, including Lena, he was having a nice time. He even flexed a few of his muscles in a non-obvious way. Or at least in what he thought was a non-obvious way. We will take all of what he has tried on and whatever boots or shoes he wants to go with them."Wow," He thought. As he picked up his bags, and walked to the door, he whispered in her ear while no one was looking, "Thank you Ma'am" and after she smiled back, he grinned. He was beginning to get the hang of this. They headed to the car, and went over to Momma Marita's for lunch. He realized that he was the only odd one out, but he tried his best to fit in. The food was great, and he did have a great time. They headed back to her car, and after getting in, he asked her, "So where to now Lena?" Home... She smiled watching him. She was quite pleased with this outing and was even bringing back some of her grandmothers famous baklava for The girls and their pets alike. Furthermore, she reached a hand-over to him tracing fingernails over his thigh. Her eyes watched the road till they were home though still talked. Sorry about that little fiasco with the gang... Juan's a dumbass. "It's ok Ma'am. Why are you apologizing to me?" He replied. "Although, I agree, I was scared shitless there for a second." He grinned. She began stroking his thigh with her fingertips, he could tell that she knew that he was turned on. But he didn't say anything. After all, it was his job to make sure she was happy. Not the other way around. "Juan's a dumbass."" It's ok Ma'am." He smiled, "Some people just don't know who's boss." He laughed, hoping that, she would cheer up a little. Exactly... Maybe I should explain to Yvette's sister how to submit him to her and get a leash on that idiot... She laughed and smiled to him. I noticed something too... So did you like showing off for my old neighborhood... Flexing and all that.... or was that show for me, and they were just extra? Its like she was revived... back in the old neighborhood she could "breath" and relax with no proper prim expectations. Her laugh made him smile. It was a wonderful sound. All he seemed to want to do was make her happy. I noticed something too... So did you like showing off for my old neighborhood... Flexing and all that.... or was that show for me, and they were just extra? "What? Oh! You noticed?" He stammered, his face going red "That was just for you." He grinned sheepishly." I kinda, umm, if you don't mind me saying it, I kinda, liked the way you were looking at me" He said, "And I got a little carried away, I'm sorry Ma'am." But for some reason he knew that he didn't have to be sorry. Her smile told him that she had liked it too. I enjoyed it. No need to apologise. She smiled a little more tracing her tongue briefly over her lips as she drove. I think we will hang out or "hide out" in My room. Isabelle always accuses Me of hiding out, and now I have reason that she can't argue with. She laughed as they headed back to campus. He laughed as she told him about Isabelle always accused her." She does? Well this time, you can tell her you were being served by me." He said. They reached the campus and Jareena drove her car straight to The Girls house. As soon as she parked the car, David jumped out, grabbed the bags from the back, and went around the car, so that he could open the door for his "Ma'am". He smiled as she laughed. He held out his hand to help her out of the car. Letting him help her from the car she smiled and linked her arm in his as they walked. Yep she will be happy to learn I have finally found a pet to help occupy my time. Walking in she headed with him straight to her room. As she linked her arm in his as they walked back, David asked her," So what now Ma'am? Do you want me to run some errands?" She didn't say much, and instead just led him back to her room. Although it wasn't his first time in the house, he looked around, trying not to get overwhelmed by the grandeur of the house before him. Once they entered the room, David helped Lena take her jacket off, and put it on the hanger. He then slid off her shoes after she sat down on the four-poster bed and put them neatly in a corner. He turned around to find her looking at him with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. Well now lose the shirt and let's see more of that flexing act David. She smiled watching him as she had moved up the bed and was lounging back on the pillows. Fully relaxed and quite happy with her acquisition of a pet. David immediately took off his shirt, thrilled to know that Jareena's eyes were studying every detail. But with that realization, he also began to feel quite conscious about his body. He wanted to impress Lena, this made him a little nervous. Once he was bare-chested, he lifted his arms up high, and stretched before he flexed his chest muscles. He looked straight into his mistress' eyes before he began to show off his biceps. He watched her as he did all of this, and he could tell that Lena was enjoying it too. It was like she had her own private strip show. He turned around, giving Lena a good look, and then turned to face her, and asked, "Like what you see, Ma'am?" Yes... and... I want to see more... Now. She smiled as she spoke her eyes scanning blatantly over all her new pet had to offer. A soft sigh as she watched him as if examining every muscle he was revealing thus far. Hearing her sigh as she said that, David laughed and replied, "Yes Ma'am" He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off in a flash. He then unbuttoned his jeans, not pulling them off yet, but just loosening them enough, making sure that Lena could see the black boxers he was wearing underneath. He then took a step closer to the bed, flexing his abs as he did so. "This is a private show, and I'm going to make sure that Lena enjoys every bit of it.", he thought to himself." He then unzipped his jeans a little more, trying hard not to make his erection too obvious. But then again, there was no harm in letting her know that he was enjoying this as much as her. He slowly pulled down his pants, giving his mistress a complete view of the black boxers underneath. He saw her looking at the tent that had formed, he laughed and said, "I'm sorry Ma'am, but I'm kind of enjoying this too." Nothing wrong with that... Her eyes trailing over the boxers clearly noting the tent. She motioned for him to join her on the bed with an almost purred sigh. Join Me. He obeyed her command. He moved towards the bed, got onto it on both knees, and crawled towards her. Her purr was almost animalistic, and it thrilled him to no end. The knowledge that he was on the same bed as Lena, with nothing on but his boxers, was enough to make him very excited. He came close to Lena, who was sprawled on the bed, on the pillows, the satin sheets felt soft on his skin. He sat down next to her, prone. Furthermore, he made sure that she could reach for him if she wanted to, making it obvious that he was just waiting for her next command. Softly, he asked her, "Anyway I can make you more comfortable, Ma'am?" Far too many ideas on that one but maybe we start with a back rub? She slipped from her top and stretched out on her stomach on the bed. Oils are in the second drawer of the nightstand... surprise me on the scent. It was a test, but she felt he would get it right. David headed towards the nightstand, and found an assortment of bottles, different shapes and sizes. He even noticed a few lubricants. He went through them quickly, and chose a sweet almond flavored oil. Furthermore, he went back to the bed, and sat down right next to her. Lena had already taken off her top, and was just wearing her bra. Not wanting to make a move too quickly, he let the bra be, and poured a little oil onto the rest of her back. He slowly rubbed her back, initially, just running circles with his fingertips, and then slowly shifting, increasing the pressure and releasing when it was just right. He began to use his palms, and increased the pace little. Her skin was smooth, and the oil was at just the right temperature, making it even more pleasurable for him to give the massage. She reached back unhooking her bra. He had not done so... interesting. Quickly forgetting that as she felt him massaging her back and purred softly her eyes falling closed as she moved her hair out of the way as well. Very good... Sports Medicine or Physical Therapy Major or something? Her hands moved to undo her pants as well so he could also get to her legs enjoying this massage intently.Let's just turn it into a full body massage Darwin. He was quite surprised when she unclasped her bra and laid back down. A pleasant surprise though. He continued massaging her the same way. He heard her give out a moan, it was almost like a purr. Furthermore, he loved it. He was very excited himself, and the way Lena was reacting to the massage, he was as hard as a rock. Any harder and his boxers would tear. He grinned to himself thinking about how he would have to buy new boxers if these tore.Let's just turn it into a full body massage Darwin. She said. David was thrilled. He slid down her pants, and looked at the panties that lay underneath. "Let's take them off in just a sec, ok Ma'am?" He said. He then started to massage her legs. Those shapely legs were just a delight to be rubbed and pressed. He slowly ran his hands over her butt, and on the way back down, he slid the panties off, leaving her stark naked. Yes pet that's fine... She smiled... her eyes closed as she laid there. Soft moans at stiff muscles were slowly soothed and relaxed. Very nice... I do enjoy the scent of the oil you chose as well pet. Yes pet that's fine... She moaned, reacting to his touch. He placed his palms in the curve of her back, and slowly slid them down, over her butt, gently kneading her ass cheeks. He then worked his way down further, gently, yet firmly pressing her legs. "Such soft skin" He thought to himself. "Ma'am, you do have very beautiful skin," he said. He then let go off her legs, placed his knees on either side of her, and started massaging her shoulders again, brushing her hair out of the way. He knew she could feel his erection on her ass, and he liked the way she moaned under him. Furthermore, he slid his palms over the back her neck, and slowly slid down, so that his hands were at the side of her breasts. She felt his erection and smiled wriggling her hips beneath him with a glance over her shoulder and a knowing wink as she laid her head back down. Her eyes closing as she let him soothe her muscles of her back and the back of her legs though ready to roll over as well. David continued giving the massage to his Ma'am. He saw her turn her head around and give a smile. Almost as if indicating to him that she wanted him to make a move. He slid his palms slowly to either side, brushing the side of her breaks, and squeezed, when he didn't get any objection, he rubbed them a little more, and kissed Lena on the side of her neck. Mmm how about I roll over... better able to see that handsome face of yours. She stretched out and smiled a little to him thinking. She rolled over and stretched out her beautiful body, which made David boxers brush against her. Just the sight of her sexy body, now all oiled up from the massage that he had been giving her, was too much to handle. He sat upright and ran his palms down her figure, while kissing her neck. He felt her nipples harden under his touch, he gently squeezed one breast, while using the other hand to slowly move her thighs. Furthermore, he brought his hand down and gently rubbed against her clit. Just enough so to make Lena aware of what he was doing, but nothing too hard, in case she wanted him to do something else first. He sucked on her nipples for a bit. Slowly nibbling her breasts only stopping to take a breath of air. He took her hand, and placed it on his boxer. Looking into her eyes, he asked her, "Can I take them off, Ma'am?" Yes take them off that would be good. She smiled to him feeling his hands on her body. Her hands move to caress at his chest and thighs. One hand moving to his hair as he sucked on her nipple. He pulled off his boxers in a flash, and his hard cock swung free, bouncing with the movement. He kept sucking on her nipples, gently nibbling, as she moaned with pleasure. Furthermore, he ran his hands through her hair, and then moving up, he gave her a deep kiss on her lips. Pressing into the kiss she curled her body against his pulling him closer to her. Nipping at his lips as her hands slithered over his chest and abs moving down to toy with his manhood as she purred contentedly all that was Hers.

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Arena Tournament, Round 32_ Jeanette vs. JSB

Arena Tournament, Round 32: Jeanette vs. JSB Map:Spoiler Show XP Award:300 XPGP Award:300 GP Fishy - JeanetteTalic - JSB All Combatants, please roll initiative. Ah, let the battle of the people who came in second in a 2-man war commence... Well, after purchases, and initiative, and spell selection, and all that. Will post my part of it in a bit. However, I'd like to start by saying no immediate purchases, though I reserve the right to purchase items in response to your purchases. Oh, and I'd wish you good luck, but that would mean you'd kill me, so I'll just say may the best and luckiest one here win. Initiative:(1d20+3)[18]@Refs:Spoiler Show Spells Memorized: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue x3 LA 1 Backbiter x5 I've reviewed our sheets, Enhanced Resilience, can I get a basic rundown? Is that the feat that grants 4 HP of damage prevented per point spent instead of 1? I'm afraid I don't have that book. We're Number Two! We're Number Two! Enhanced Resilience does exactly what you think it does. What do Backbiter and Sonic Blast do? Additionally, Jeanette is going to spend her last 20 gold on a Heavy Steel Shield-which is probably stupid for fighting a Wizard, but I'm sticking to it. Initiative:(1d20)[2]Jeanette starts in the red corner, B13, wielding her mace. May the best man win, we who are about to die, salute you, etc., etc. Stats:Spoiler Show Position: B13 HP: 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 5 Psionic Focus: Yes Both are from the Spell Compendium. Sonic Blast does 1d4 damage, fort save or be deafened for 1 round. Backbiter lasts 1 round/ level (or until discharge), targets weapons only, and is will save or next time it's attacked with, it hits its wielder. Any other tidbits from my sheet you need? I believe most of the other spells are SRD. No purchases in response. I'll start in Y13, scroll in hand. Standard action: Cast spell off scroll. Free action: Drop scroll. Move action: Draw dagger. Edit: Done stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: Y13 to S13. (stats did not match stated actions, corrected) HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger No Readied actions. Effects: Mage Armor 1/600 Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue x3 LA 1 Backbiter x5 Jeanette manifests Wild Surged Vigor, turns all silvery.5% Psychic Enervation chance:(1d20)[10]Thankful that her powers still seem to work, she moves to H13, done.stats:Spoiler Show Position: H13 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 4 Psionic Focus: Yes Makes a couple threatening gestures with the dagger. (Free Action)Move from Y13 to Z7. (Move)Cast a spell. (Normally, I'd give you a spell craft check to identify, however, as it's a Trained only skill, you don't get the option.) DoneStats For Refs:Spoiler Show Spell cast: Touch of fatigue, holding charge. Movement: Y13 to Z7. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 2/600, Touch of Fatigue (Held charge, touch attacks considered Armed Attacks) Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Oh no, he has a dagger! Double move to S12, done. Stats:Spoiler Show Position: S12 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 4 Psionic Focus: Yes, Yes... yes he does.... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! By the way, doesn't that big lead weight on a stick weigh you down?ROUND 3!!!!! Move from Z7 to X2. Done. Stats and stuff for refs:Spoiler Show Readied action: Touch attack if my opponent attempts a melee attack. Movement: Z7 to X2. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 3/600, Touch of Fatigue (Held charge, touch attacks considered Armed Attacks) Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Woo, 2 rounds down on that vigor, 18 more to go. Sorry about the delay, forgot to subscribe to this thread. Double Move to X3 (through X7), which doubtlessly triggers whatever readied action you have. Done, after that gets resolved. Stats:Spoiler Show Position: S12 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 4 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 2/20 Nope. :) No readied actions taken here. I figured you'd be moving there, your win condition seems to be, "beat elf with extreme prejudice". No worries on the delay though, the match is progressing plenty quickly. :)Round 4No visible actions, other than a tongue sticking out, and an audible "Hobbit!" sound. Your turn. For refs:Spoiler Show Readied action: Touch attack if my opponent attempts a melee attack. Note: If opponent provokes an7 AOO's, I will not use my touch attack, rather, I will use my dagger. Movement: No movement in X2. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 4/600, Touch of Fatigue (Held charge, touch attacks considered Armed Attacks) Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter I have to say, I'm feeling some pretty rampant paranoia right now. Jeanette's Sense Motive modifier is worse than mine, though, and she just attempts to beat the elf with her Morningstar, two-handed. Attack:(1d20+2)[17]Damage:(1d8+3)[7]Not quite done: I may want to use my move action until after this gets resolved.stats:Spoiler Show Position: X3 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 4 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 3/20 ...and THAT, my friend, triggers a readied action. Remember that spell I cast earlier? Been saving it for now. Melee touch attack, -2 to hit. Your touch AC, by the sheet, looks to be a 10, so if I hit that, I'll need you to make me a DC 17 Fortitude save. Regardless, since I've made no other movement this round, I will take a five-foot step after the touch attack, to W1, putting me safely out of reach of that Morningstar of yours. Touch attack:(1d20-2)[6]Follow with a 5-foot step to W1.EDIT: Curses! Foiled by my physical deficiencies!!!! Stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: X2 to W1. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 4/600, Touch of Fatigue (Held charge, touch attacks considered Armed Attacks) Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter ref chilepepper@JSBSpoiler Show Please correct your stat block. SRD- Holding the Charge If you don’t discharge the spell in the round when you cast the spell, you can hold the discharge of the spell (hold the charge) indefinitely. You can... blah blah blah... If the attack misses, you are still holding the charge JSB tries to poke/slap/high five you but misses and then takes a five-foot step as listed. Jeanette's morning star swings through the air where her opponent just was. Jeanette may now take a move action if desired. Waaaitaminute. You can only ready one action, and it's not his turn. Can he really make a five-foot step now? That seems like it would negate all melee combat ever. If he actually is allowed to do that, then I follow to W2. But I think I killed him right there. Stats:Spoiler Show Position: X3 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 4 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 3/20 ref chilepepperSRD- Readying an Action You can ready a standard action, a move action, or a free action. To do so, specify the action you will take and the conditions under which you will take it. Then, any time before your next action, you may take the readied action in response to that condition. The action occurs just before the action that triggers it. If the triggered action is part of another character’s activities, you interrupt the other character. Assuming he is still capable of doing so, he continues his actions once you complete your readied action. Your initiative result changes. For the rest of the encounter, your initiative result is the count on which you took the readied action, and you act immediately ahead of the character whose action triggered your readied action. You can take a 5-foot step as part of your readied action, but only if you don’t otherwise move any distance during the round. This tactic has been used a lot in the Arena. Although... now that I read it, I'll have to pull a high ref in here to rule on something. Please hold this match.@high ref Spoiler Show It says, 'assuming he is still capable of doing so, he continues his actions once you complete your readied action.' Does that mean if he's not capable of doing it, his action is wasted. Or does it just lock it in if he is capable. In the situation above, Jeanette was going to attack JSB. JSB took a 5' step. Now Jeanette can't attack JSB, is the attack wasted, effectively swinging at air, or not. If the attack isn't wasted, Jeanette hasn't moved this round and can move and attack. The instances I've seen, someone moves in and attacks, therefor, they can't take another move and finish the attack. Not so here. There are things that make the tactic less, or non-effective. For example, melee weapons such as the spiked chain, which can be used at 10 feet, or melee weapons that can also be used at range. It does greatly mitigate the effectiveness of melee attacks, though. Doesn't eliminate it. In order to use this ability, I:Cannot move during my turn (which means if I do cast, it better be on the defensive), AND Have to always have a readied action set to trigger on your attack (which means no casting on my turn also). The primary reason I could do this easily is that I'm holding the charge of a touch spell. If I had chosen a spell likeSleeporDaze, I would have had to take the five-foot step first, to get me out of threat range. But, no, what I did was RAW. In fact, as far as I can see, everything thus far in the match has been, which is why I'm not exactly sure why the match is being put on hold. I'd kinda like to get back to harrying your character. Oh, hey, if that's what it says in large block letters in the SRD, it's my fault for not reading the rules. Sorry about that minor outburst. Originally Posted by Fishy Oh, hey, if that's what it says in large block letters in the SRD, it's my fault for not reading the rules. Sorry about that minor outburst. Hey, I'd do the same thing, in your position. I'm just wondering why we're on hold. High Ref MAV: Blows his Ref Whistle Its seems like you two have sorted out the issue without us, so if there's nothing else. Game On Alrighty, then! Jeanette uses her move action to head to W2, done.stats:Spoiler Show Position: W2 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 4 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 3/20 EDIT: Round 5 Hamm, me in W1, you in W2... looks like you may just have me pinned down. 1st, since I missed, charge is still held on that spell. Standard action to make a melee touch attack... Hope I hit. Attack:(1d20-2)[16]Yay! Again, if it hits, DC17 Fort save. Not done. Stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: None yet, in W1. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 5/600, Touch of Fatigue (Held charge, touch attacks considered Armed Attacks) Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Immediate action: Elan Resistance thingie. Jeanette spends a PowerPoint, gets +4 to all her saves until the end of her next round. So, Fort Save (DC 17):(1d20+7)[13]Edit: Yuck. What did I win? Stats:Spoiler Show Position: W2 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +7/+4/+6 Power Points: 3 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 3/20 Tell her what she's won, Rob! Rob:Why certainly, JSB! Jeanette, you've just been hit by touch of Fatigue! It may not be a four day, five night stay, but for the next 1 full round, you are Fatigued. But that's not all! Thanks to the Fearsome Necromancy feat, any necromancy spell that JSB casts, that requires you to save, automatically gives you theShakencondition for one round as well, regardless of the outcome of the save! Actual game effects: Originally Posted by SRD, Fatigue A fatigued character can neither run nor charge and takes a -2 penalties to Strength and Dexterity. Doing anything that would normally cause fatigue causes the fatigued character to become exhausted. After 8 hours of complete rest, fatigued characters are no longer fatigued. Originally Posted by SRD, Shaken A shaken character takes a -2 penalties on attack rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks. Shaken is a less severe state of fear than frightened or panicked. EDIT: I believe the -2 to strength also puts you at medium encumbrance. The only thing that'll affect you on would be reducing your base move to 20. In other words... for one round, you'll find it difficult to whack me senseless. My action:5 footstep to V1. (free)Elect not to take my move action. Done. Stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: W1 to V1. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 5/600, Touch of Fatigue (Held charge, touch attacks considered Armed Attacks) Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Jeanette takes a moment to quietly cope with her sudden feelings of inadequacy.refs:Spoiler Show Standard action: Ready an action-If JSB tries to hit me with his dagger, a touch spell, or other melee attack, attack him, then 5-foot-step away. No move actions. Done. Stats:Spoiler Show Spoiler Position: W2 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +1/-3/+0 Power Points: 3 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 4/20 Edit:Round 6: The Round Who Loved Me'm a not gonna count on being lucky twice. I was factoring in about a 15% chance of losing the match, due to a 1d8+1 or two whack. Now, hmm. How to do this. Full round action: Withdraw. Move from V1 to K3. That's a decent enough 60 feet of movement. Stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: V1 to K3 via Withdraw action (V1 doesn't count as threatened) HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 6/600 Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Also, refs, this may take a while. My only hope of winning is getting her to expend her PP. That first round vigor was a blessing for me, and getting her to blow a resistance on a 0 level spell was another. Three to go, and I've got a shot here. If it seems like I'm running away like a chicken... I am. That vigor only lasts 20 rounds, and then she has to make a choice on whether she wants it to stay up or not. Maybe I should have taken a swing, but I really didn't want to get double-rebuffed. Anyway. Now that the rebuff has worn off, pursue to L3 via double-move. Spoiler Show Position: L3 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 3 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 5/20 Round 7: Son of the Round Twas a standard action that rebuffed you. I could most assuredly not rebuff you and remain outside the range of your one-hit-killer of steel and wood and homeyness and owes. Action: Full round: Withdraw :Movement: K3 to C8. Free action:Stay away from me, you psycho!!!!@RefsSpoiler Show I just noticed that one of my 0 level spells is banned. I selected Daze, when I meant to select Flare. Since the error was mine, I've removed it from my cast list without replacement. This is why I'm missing a 0 level spell this round. Stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: V1 to K3 via Withdraw action (V1 doesn't count as threatened) HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 7/600 Spells: LA 0 Daze x1 Illegal spell, deleted from list Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Double-move to D6. Free action: "STOP RUNNING!" Stats:Spoiler Show Position: D6 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 3 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 6/20 Round 8: Return of the Son of the Round Free action:How 'bout you put down your whack stick, and I put down my dagger, and we discuss this like civilized people? Now, you're in D6, I'm in C8, so no threats. However, you cut off my planned escape route south. So now I need another. I'll do the hustle. :) Double move action. C8 to C20. Much hahaha! No readied actions at thisterrifiedhurried pace!!!! Stats for Refs:Spoiler Show Movement: C8 to C20. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 8/600 Spells: LA 0 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Free action: Jeanette drops her mace.Also, a free action: "Alright, fine, what *do* you want?"@refs:Spoiler Show Ready a move action to pick up the mace if JSB makes an attack roll at her. So... Given that Jeanette doesn't have any ranged capability and exactly the same move speed as JSB, I'm curious. Is there a mechanism in place to discourage him from just running away for 8,000 posts? Done.stats:Spoiler Show Position: D6 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 3 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 7/20 Move action: Sheathe dagger, hand on hilt. Free Action:Wow! I can't believe that actually worked. Way I see it is this. No way I'm gettin' near you while you're silvery, no way you're getting near me when I'm tryin' to stay away. Now I could run around until whatever that spell is, is gone, or we can both leave this arena without dying. See, I don't like that whole "bleeding" thing. No weapons, just fists, first one to hit the other wins? Misc Action: 5 footstep to C19. Done.stats for refs:Spoiler Show Ready action: Still got that focus in my hand, even if it's in a sheath. Ready action to cast backbiter if she grabs the mace. Movement: C20 to C19. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 9/600 Spells: LA 0 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Sheesh, this must be the weirdest proposal I've ever made. He. Ref chilepepper@JeanetteSpoiler Show When neither contestant takes an action for several rounds, there is a 10 round countdown to "The Meteor" which kills everyone in the arena. The combatants have that long to start making progress, or else. I don't know if there's been a precedent for only one combatant not making progress in a match. It'll never get to 8000 posts, I can assure you that. However, reviewing the match so far, there's no need to even worry about it yet. Five footstep to C7, Move action draw her sickle, free action drop it. "I think you can do more damage with your bare hands than with the dagger."@refsSpoiler Show Hey, thanks for that clarification. Standard action, ready an action to pick up the sickle if JSB finishes his next turn within my charging range, like he is right now. Hardly sporting, I know. Done. Stats:Spoiler Show Position: C7 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 3 Psionic Focus: Yes Vigor: 8/20 Round 10: Partly Parley No spells, just punches. Deal? No other actions. We're in parley, after all. Hardly considerate to scream terms over my shoulder. Done. For refs:Spoiler Show Ready action: Still got that focus in my hand, even if it's in a sheath. Ready action to cast backbiter if she attempts to melee attack me before my next action. Movement: C19 to C18. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 10/600 Spells: LA 0 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter ref chilepepper@JSBSpoiler Show In your ref spoiler, you state movement, but you didn't say the movement out of spoilers. If you meant to move, please post that now, I've seen that the high refs rule on intention in these cases, and since Jeanette hasn't moved, I'll let you take the 5'step, but you have to tell Jeanette. Need a clarification from JSB, then Jeanette may take her turn. @RefsSpoiler Show Non-observable text, such as readied actions, go by spoiler block. Observable things, such as movement, go by visible area. The movement was something I was pondering and changed before posting. I just didn't update the stat block. I've lined it out to show that it's invalid. No movement for this round. There's clarification. Go ahead, Miss Jeanette. :) Well, 'doing nothing' triggered my readied action. Jeanette scoops the sickle off the floor, and quips "Nope!" Full Round Action: Charge to C17, smash. Attack:(1d20+4)[16]Damage:(1d6+2)[7]Psionic Weapon:(2d6)[9]Stats:Spoiler Show Position: C17 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 12, Touch: 8 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 3 Psionic Focus: No Vigor: 9/20 Well, the attack triggered mine... Just because I'm talkin', doesn't mean I'm dumb ;) I assume you meant C18, as I'm currently in C19. Readied Action: Cast a spell, if I'm attacked in melee First, I'll take a 5-foot step back to C20, since you're 5 feet away. Second, I cast. No touch attacks this time. No mixing it up in melee with a close combat specialist. Just a will save, if you would. DC 18.@ Refs:Spoiler Show Readied spell, per last spoiler block, is Backbiter. She won't be shaken by my Fearsome Necromancy Effect, as the spell specifically targets the weapon, not the character. Yeah, yeah. Immediate action: Elan Resistance. Will save:(1d20+6)[14]This is Backbiter, I'm guessing?stats:Spoiler Show Position: C18 HP: 10+ 9/9 AC: 12, Touch: 8 Saves: +7/+4/+6 Power Points: 2 Psionic Focus: No Vigor: 9/20 Yup. Backbiter it is. Since backstabbing's your forte, try your own! Good news, spell is cast on the weapon, not you, so you don't have to worry about Fearsome Necromancy. Since it uses your saves, the resistance does apply. Bad news, you failed. Weapon auto hits you, dealing full normal damage for the attack. Wielder cannot consciously reduce damage. So, that's 16 to you, by the roll, which should tear through this temp hp like a hot sickle through Elan. Query concerning Elan wonky PP tricks: Can you reduce with Resilience in the same turn you use resistance? Stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: C19 to C20. HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Dagger Effects: Mage Armor 10/600 Spells: LA 0 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter They're Immediate actions, and you only get one of those a round, so no. Jeanette gives a spirited attempt to slice her own arm off, but fortunately is still standing. Because you're a wussy mage and can't actually drop her next turn (I think), she's going to press her advantage. Move action to C19, swing. Attack:(1d20+2)[9]Damage:(1d6+2)[3]Done, afterward.stats:Spoiler Show Position: C19 HP: 3/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +7/+4/+6 Power Points: 2 Psionic Focus: No Minor problem with that. As I made the last readied action, my initiative count is slightly above yours. It's currently my action, prior to the attack. You're right though. I can't drop you in one action, even with your immediate actions expended until after your next action. Curses on me and my lack of magic missiles. My only shot is hoping for a miraclemeleedagger hit while that Elan force shield is down. Move action: Draw Dagger. Standard: Throw Dagger Attack(1d20+3)[4]If Hit:(1d4-1)[2]If threat:(1d20-2)[5]If CRT:(1d4-1)[0]Now you get your action. I have no prob if you reroll those attacks, as the action was accidentally out of turn. Stats for refs:Spoiler Show Movement: C20 HP: 5 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Saves: F +1, R +3, W +2 In hand: Nothing. Effects: Mage Armor 11/600 Spells: LA 0 Sonic Snap x1 Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue Touch of Fatigue LA 1 Backbiter Backbiter Backbiter Yuck!DC 10 DEX check for CRT fumble(1d20+3)[8]Double Yuck! I'm prone in square, and weaponless, it seems. Cruel gods of physical combat, take my life. Ref chilepepperFirst of all, Backbiter. Only magic weapons get a save. I would assume Jeanette should get those PP back, ask for a high ref if you two can't agree. Secondly, critical fumble. Unless I missed an Arena house rule, there's no such thing. According to RAW, a natural 1 is always a miss, nothing more, nothing less. Originally Posted by chilepepper ref chilepepper First, Backbiter. Only magic weapons get a save. I would assume Jeanette should get those PP back, ask for a high ref if you two can't agree. Secondly, critical fumble. Unless I missed an Arena house rule, there's no such thing. According to RAW, a natural 1 is always a miss, nothing more, nothing less. Incorrect. Per the listing for backbiter, attended weapons get a save at their owner's safe bonus. If this were not true, I'd argue that the spell be banned immediately. You should be able to verify this; otherwise, I'd like a High Ref to do so. Originally Posted by Backbiter spell, Spell Compendium You cast this spell on any melee weapon. The next time that weapon is used to make a melee attack, its shaft twists around so that the weapon strikes the wielder instead. The weapon hits automatically, and no attack roll is made. The wielder gets no warning or knowledge of the spell’s effect on his weapon, and although he makes the attack, the self-dealt damage can’t be consciously reduced (though damage reduction applies) or changed to nonlethal damage. Once the weapon attacks its wielder (whether successfully or not), the spell is discharged. Magic weapons targeted by this spell receive a Will save. An item in a creature’s possession uses its own Will save bonus or its wielder’s bonus, whichever is higher. Focus: A dagger. Edit: if no fumble, then I'm standing. Edit Edit: if ruled no save, I'd like to reverse play to the hit in question, as my opponent will more than likely want to use PP to soak damage, and current HP were the main factor in my dagger throw. Edit Edit Edit: For refs:Spoiler Show Where'd my dagger land? I may want that back. I am very confused, so I'm going to wait for a ref to explain what actually happened. High Ref MAV:1)All weapons get a save with backbiter, Magical weapons simply get to use their own saving throw.2)Throw weapons that miss end up in the square of the target they were thrown at.3)There are no such things as CRT fumbles. Fishy, when I backbiter'd you as a readied action, that gave me the next action (I interrupted your attack on your turn, and my initiative becomes set to yours, acting just before). I then threw my dagger at you (you were at 3 life, if my math is right, and without immediate actions), missing, and rolled a CRT fumble that I shouldn't have. Current state is that I'm 10 feet away from you, weaponless, your turn. Per mavian's ruling, Chile's post was in error (weapons do get saves vs backbiter), so everything in our play was correct (except your last attack). It's your action. You're slightly too close to charge, but then, I attacked last action, so I have no readied actions. That is, assuming you're amenable to that interpretation. If not, we can wait for someone else to give you the information.EDIT: If you do need more information from refs, please post a request in the waiting room for it. I can tell ya a ref job has a lot of tracking info down. Waiting in here for it means we'll wait a while. Ref chilepepperOkay, the order of what happened is this.in round 9, Jeanette readied an action. Code: Round 10 JSB - readies an action, but does nothing else -that triggered Jeanette's ready, and she picked up her weapon Jeanette - charged and attacked -that triggered JSB's ready, and he stepped back and cast backbiter -Jeanette uses an immediate action to boost her save, fails, and hit's herself with the charge attack Round 11 JSB - draws and throws dagger, missing horribly Now it's Jeanette's turn in the bottom of round 11, she is in C18 and JSB is in C20 empty-handed.(As for the thing about readied actions and moving initiative, it doesn't have any actual bearing when there's only two initiatives. Taking a readied action moves your unit to right before whatever triggered it. Since you already are right before your opponent, nothing actually changes.) Originally Posted by chilepepper ref chilepepper Okay, the order of what happened is this. In round 9, Jeanette readied an action. Code: Round 10 JSB - readies an action, but does nothing else -that triggered Jeanette's ready, and she picked up her weapon Jeanette - charged and attacked -that triggered JSB's ready, and he stepped back and cast backbiter -Jeanette uses an immediate action to boost her save, fails, and hit's herself with the charge attack Round 11 JSB - draws and throws dagger, missing horribly Now it's Jeanette's turn in the bottom of round 11, she is in C18 and JSB is in C20 empty-handed. (As for the thing about readied actions and moving initiative, it doesn't have any actual bearing when there's only two initiatives. Taking a readied action moves your unit to right before whatever triggered it. Since you already are right before your opponent, nothing actually changes.) I prefer noting it by that term for clarity, especially when an issue comes up before concerning it. That way, if anyone later goes into a fight with more than 2 opponents (Free for all, for instance, or a person with an animal companion), then it will matter. Ah, I see what happened: I mistook JSB's readied action for his actual turn. Sorry about that. Once again, move to C19, hit with sickle. Attack:(1d20+2)[19]Damage:(1d6+2)[5]Stats:Spoiler Show Position: C19 HP: 3/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +7/+4/+6 Power Points: 2 Psionic Focus: No Louis, I'm staggered. Well, now that makes this hard. Readying an action will knock me out. I have to hope for two minor miracles here, for even a good showing. Free action: 5 footstep to D19. Move action: Pick up dagger in adjacent square. (provoke AOO)Done. Posting this in the open:Current HP = 0/5Current AC = 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor)Current Location = D19Take your AOO, and your normal attack. If both miss, I'm going to spit in your eye and get knocked out by chucking a dagger at you one last time.EDIT: DEFIANCE TO THE END!!!!!!(Oh, and well played) Wait, seriously? I was kind of hoping Jeanette would be put out of her misery. AoO:(1d20+2)[4]Damage:(1d6+2)[6]Attack:(1d20+2)[22]Damage:(1d6+2)[4]stats:Spoiler Show Position: C19 HP: 3/9 AC: 14, Touch: 10 Saves: +3/+0/+2 Power Points: 2 Psionic Focus: No ... Guess not. Good game, better luck in the future for you! High Ref MAV: This is something I most like won't screw up Jeanette wins and receives the prizes previously mentioned.

Arena Tournament, Round 32_ Jeanette vs. JSB|rating:3.0

The Song of Love

A closed thread for Delicious Maiden and me. All comments welcome, and we hope you enjoy reading along._______Mark swayed gently in the saddle of Clara, his piebald mare, his thighs pressed against her flanks as she made her own way towards Brooke House with no instruction from the reins. He pulled open the document that had been delivered to his lodgings at the Swan With Two Necks that morning and scanned the note from his publisher quickly. Dear Mr West, We are most gratified to inform you...this last week, October 25th1790...your book, Melodious Voices...was available to be sold at the Stationers, St Paul's London and also copies to be sold by the men that carry the Tun bridge Messenger...10 copies have been dispatched to your address in Perjury, Kent... The total amount of the invoice being, then, £53 12s 4d (advertising and sundry costs included)... Mark folded the letter and wondered how long he could fob them off. It was his nature to prevaricate over money matters though he wasn't doing badly for himself at all, after his return from Naples. Kent wasn't perhaps the height of the Opera, but the families there were the fat and contented heart of England. In troubled times in the world, it was a secure job, Singing Master here in the Garden of England. Hard work though, moving from the local grammar school to the church choir to the established gentry, whose house he now approached. On looking up he saw the redbrick of Brooke House through the soft rain of the tree's yellowing leaves, falling as autumn signalled the start of winter for the gentry around London. No more travelling across to Bath, they would have to make do with their own local spa town of Tun bridge Wells and its buzz of gossip, scandal, balls and visits until the roads improved and travel was once more the order of the day. Somewhat resentfully he rode around to the tradesman's entrance; a professional musician, toast of the European opera, reduced to a mere servant. He bit back the thoughts and dismounted while one of the teenage grooms took Clara for him, and he could wipe his boots on the scraper before passing through the kitchen." Morning Mr West," said Cook as she supervised the work of mid-morning in the busy room." Good morning Mrs Jones," he said as he stole one of the small pork pies cooling on a tray. Cook pretended not to notice." Here for the practice," she said, hardly a question in her voice Ashe knew the answer. He was here to coach the three children of Sir Henry Wort hing to be passable singers for when parties would be hosted that season."Indeed, I am. I'll be down for lunch, if I may?" Cook looked around and mopped her brow. She smiled and winked at him. "See you later young man." He smiled back, pulling off his slightly unfashionable tricorne hat and doing a deep bow at which cook squealed in delight. He tugged out his watch from his breeches and saw he was due in the music room and bid his friend a quick adieu. Arriving above stairs he marched purposefully towards the music room until halted by an imperious rendition of his name." Mr West!" He turned and saw Sir Henry Wort hing himself emerging from his study. Bowing, Mark dutifully awaited his employer's approach." Yes, yes, look, West, I have something I need to discuss with you."" Sir?" Worthing approached the young singing master and by beginning to walk towards the window that overlooked the large landscaped garden, implying Mark should follow him. "It's a rather delicate matter," he confided, trying to find the words. "You were engaged to tutor my three young children, yes, of course you know that!" He laughed a little; Mark smiled politely and nodded." Well, you know - oh, of course, you don't - I have another child. Well, not a child now. My daughter Jane. She's 19. An angel. She's been away at school, had a most difficult time, nursing my wife through the last illness that took her from us, so missed a lot of education until now, later in life. But she's bright. And down here just in time for the season and meeting local eligible gentlemen - well, anyway..." Worthing stopped rambling and gazed outside, gathering his thoughts." I see, sir," said Mark, still waiting to see what this had to do with him." She's coming home, here to Brooke. You see, she's got this talent for singing, it seems, according to her last letters home from the school. She knew from my letters to her that we had employed you. So, I was hoping you might find a way to include teaching her in your schedule? There will be a suitable adjustment to your remuneration, of course," he said. That was the reason for his attitude of uncertainty, almost distaste - it involved him speaking of money matters to the staff! Mark smiled." I would be delighted sir. When will she be joining us, may I ask?"" Should the London coach be on time, later today," Wort hing replied. "Now, the children performing well? Good, good. Please, carry on." both men bowed perfunctorily to each other and Mark entered the music room, where the three young children gathered. They stopped laughing and playing when he arrived, lining up beside the piano." Right, choir Wort hings, where were we last time?" Jane Worthington’s body ached from the continual rocking of the coach as she finally approached the end of her 3-day journey home from London. She glanced out of the window as the familiar sight of the river and castle drew into view. It had been many months since she had been at home, in fact she had been sent to school shortly after the death of her mother.” Much too soon” Jane had thought and yet there was little she could do. Her father had made the arrangements and explained how he felt she needed to complete her education and that now was the appropriate time.” After all, you cannot stay at home forever. You are a good girl Jane, but you must needs see something of society before you marry.” Heavy with grief, Jane refused to be drawn on the subject of matrimony and focused instead on becoming as accomplished as possible, knowing that her mother would have been proud of her success. In some ways her father had been right. Jane was given no opportunity to dwell on her mother’s death. Her school day was busy, and the strict routine suited her well. Much as she had enjoyed the novelty of residing in London and knew that she would be much envied her domicile by other young ladies of her age, Jane had in fact seen little of “real” society. True she had been able to observe the colorful tapestry of London society, but from a very “safe” distance. Jane was half aware that there were many sights that she was not permitted to become aware of, and those experiences she was introduced to were carefully arranged and heavily chaperoned. Every function she had attended, had been carefully manufactured and yet Jane had not felt cheated as many of her contemporaries had. The “safety” of the venues had indeed helped Jane to grow in confidence. Naturally shy, she had been surprised to find that she enjoyed dancing with the partners selected for her and had even felt a twinge of pride when told that her singing voice was had a quality which was “above the average”. All the time, Jane’s mind was filled with the loss of her dear mother as she imagined how proud she would be of each accomplishment. Jane knew of course that this schooling was destined to equip her with the skills to attract a suitable husband and subsequently become a good wife, but she preferred to keep that thought to the back of her mind. Grabbbing the side of the coach, Jane stayed upright with effort as the conveyance lurched to a halt. She had endeavored to retain her posture throughout the bumpiest of terrains. True the roads were much improved, but at this time of the year after the recent rain, travelling did not afford much comfort.” TONBRIDGE!” The announcement was followed almost immediately by the door swinging open to admit some welcomed fresh air. Jane inhaled deeply, smiling as she rose gracefully and picked her way out of the coach, not forgetting first to wish those amongst her fellow travelers a pleasant continuation of their journey. Pausing to look about her, Jane took the opportunity to cast her gaze towards the swollen River Midway as it cut its course past the Castle.” Miss Jane!” Turning with a cry of pleasure, Jane saw that Miles had already secured her luggage and had turned in greeting. She moved towards him ignoring any disapproving looks and threw her arms around his neck.” Miles! Are you well?" She laughed in response to his chuckle and scolding look. He had used that expression with her since she was a little girl! He had taught her to ride, when she had been too timid to mount the horse her father chose for her. To her, he was family. Smoothing her skirts and schooling her face to a demure expression, Jane asked politely." What of my father? My sister and brothers?” She ignored the grin and willed her mouth not to twitch as she took his hand allowing him to hand her into the small coach.” Your father is in good health, Miss. Your brothers … “His respectful answer was ruined by his exasperated expression. Jane chuckled, allowing her good humor to surface now she was safely in the privacy of the smaller conveyance. She could imagine all too well how her two brothers might be driving their tutor to despair.” And Miss Sarah … has ambitions to see London herself. She’s growing up fast Miss … a proper handful an’ all.” Her sister at the age of 15 was indeed a handful and had missed much of their mother’s quiet guidance in the last two years. Sarah was dark haired and spirited, taking after their father, whilst Jane was fair and lacked the confidence her sister already possessed. It would prove an interesting reunion between herself and her now envious sister. Jane settled back as the door shut. She had missed the quiet familiarity of the small community that surrounded her family home. She had missed her siblings and she had missed Miles. This journey would be shorter, but the roads would be worse. She closed her eyes and tried to let her body move with the swaying of the coach.Finally, she let homesickness wash over her; an emotion she had long suppressed during the months in London.” Soon … “She told herself.” Soon … I’ll be home … “ {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} The three children stood by the piano. West bowed to them; they had grown out of giggling at his behavior - none of their other tutors treated them this way - and Sarah, for one, was pleased that an adult was finally taking them seriously. He looked at them quizzically. "And this is? An assembly of scarecrows?" They smiled to themselves and knew they had to go through their exercises in posture. They loosened their necks, let their arms fall to their sides, stood up straight." Now, breathing," he said, and they all obediently drew breath, practising how he had taught them to inhale through mouth and nose together. Joseph, the younger boy started a mild coughing fit but recovered with a smile to which West raised an eyebrow. It was enough chastisement to set the boy off on his exercises again." Now lift the breath to your voice," he said, with his hand rising in front of his midriff. "Gradually, I want to hear your voices just whisper..." he closed his eyes. The mixture of sounds was good, considering the few weeks he had been visiting them and the limited amount of time they could devote to practicing." Very good, very good," he said completing their warm-up exercise. "Now, we will continue with the work on the part-song that you will perform -" he caught their eyes, bending down, looking intently to each in turn "yes, perform - at the Hamilton's in two weeks' time." He saw them glance at one another apprehensively." What's this? I won't have any uncertainty amongst the members of the Brooke House ensemble. Your performance will be of such a magnitude that grown women will fan themselves in the audience." The children giggled and Samuel, the 13-year-old said, "yes, but they'd fan themselves anyway, there's such a heat in the room especially after dancing.""No, no, they will be overcome by the beauty of the work; why Shouldn't be surprised to see grown men in tears of joy." The choir Wort hing smiled at this, and they gathered round the piano. Doing a passable imitation of a fish's jaw moving regularly up and down, Mark encouraged their final exercise to loosen the jaw. Undramatic fashion he drew out two long chords from the piano, and they gathered their music and began. Expertly he listened to the mix of high voices amongst his singers. It needed a tenor to give it balance and depth, and he thought that he would probably sing himself but hadn't told them yet. The soprano of Sarah was somewhat thin but passable; Samuel was effectively a countertenor at the moment; though his voice had broken it was still relatively high. Joseph; as he played he glanced at the 11-year-old. A good voice, soprano like in its quality - but for how long? The boy was growing up. It would be a pity if he lost his chance to sing with his family at the social gatherings due to some twist nature threw at him. He allowed them to complete the work despite falterings, and he praised them afterward and was about to work with them individually when there was a noise outside the window. The small carriage pulled up, and the children began to squeal. "Sir, it is our sister, may we go and greet her? Please?" Sarah, who spoke for them all, had flushed with excitement, and he dismissed them with a wave of his hand, following their excited exit from the room at a more sedate pace. In the marble hallway West stood by the door of the music room for the arrival of this seemingly much loved sister. The children had disappeared outside and there was much laughter and voices all speaking at once. Sir Henry stood back, just inside the door and even a couple of servants had abandoned their duties to greet the new arrival. In they all came, trying to get through the doorway all together, clinging to their sister's arms and waist. Mark blinked. Her hair had not maintained its fashionable coiffure and its gold trailed from under her hat around her pale, long neck. The travelling dress had little extra padding; it was also not as revealing as the fashionable dresses of the balls and parties, but it did highlight her figure very well. Mark smiled; her eyes flicked over him but as she didn't recognize him she turned to greet her family and even servants such as Mrs Jones, saying just how much she had missed her cooking. West waited his turn to be introduced and to find out just how talented she was at music. Jane WorthingDespite her intentions, Jane could hardly hold back her eagerness to alight as the carriage drew to a halt before the front door. Already poised for exit, Jane raised her skirts modestly and allowed Miles to hand her down as she bounced eagerly before him, looking up at the frontage of the house.” You’ll be glad to be home again, Miss Jane…” Jane nodded wordlessly and turned to smile at the man she seemed to have known all her life. To his dismay tears pricked her eyes. He looked at her more intently and instantly understood.” She’d ‘have been proud of you Miss.” The gruff voice informed her. Blinking Jane nodded. Returning like this after so long an absence brought her loss crashing in on her. This was the first time she had returned home without her mother’s effusive welcome. Even as the somber thoughts entered her brain a cacophony of sound met her ears as her brothers and sister tumbled out of the door and hurtled towards her.” Sam! Joe!!” Forgetting her decorum, Jane flung her arms around her brothers hugging them to her and pressing kisses against their cheeks, laughing loudly as Joseph squirmed under the embrace, momentarily changing his mind about just how demonstrative he wanted to be with his sister. Still chuckling, Jane ruffled his hair, much as she did when he was little, instantly pacifying him and turned to greet Sarah. The girls eyed each other. Four years her junior, Sarah had certainly grown up, and she was, Jane had to admit, close to being a real beauty.” Sarah!” The young girl threw herself into Jane’s arms, the two holding in close embrace.” We’ve missed you Janie. Since mother . It’s … “Again Jane was all reassurance.” I know … but we shall do very well now we are all together again . “Turning, Jane, accompanied by her siblings who were loath to release her, made her way up the steps and into the familiar hallway, their hubbub of laughter and questions breaking into the previous silence.”Thank you, Miles … “She detached herself from her brothers and sister long enough to turn and press a quick kiss on the man’s cheek. A soft smile and the press of a hand on his arm, before catching sight of familiar faces who seemed to have taken a break in their duties to welcome her home.” Martha … Amy … “She acknowledged the housekeeper and the young woman who had assisted her in nursing her mother and now took on duties as parlor maid, she supposed. Jane glanced around, her eyes briefly travelling over a new face and then moving on as she saw that Mrs Jones had joined the welcome party and flew to her side to assure her that her cooking had been much missed, only to be assured that refreshments would soon be served for her.” Father.” Jane came to a halt before Mr Wort hing, her hands automatically smoothing her skirts, her eyes lifted to his. She saw his pleasure give way to recognition and then pain. Perhaps it was because she was the eldest that she resembled her mother so much. Her eyes glanced at the portrait that still held pride of place in the sweeping hallway and realized that the similarity must cause her father great pain.” Jane … “She blinked back tears as her father too came forward to embrace her.” Are you well, child? Did London please you?” She smiled into his eyes, still held in his embrace.” I am very well father. London was . Interesting, but the journey was long. I am pleased to be home.” A kiss on her cheek, and then he released her.” When you are quite refreshed Jane, I have someone I wish you to meet and a matter I wish to discuss with you … “Jane tried to quash the sudden anxiety that crept up on her. Who did her father wish her to meet? What did he want to speak to her about?” Yes father.” She replied obediently as the children were whisked off to allow Jane to retire. Although Jane would have loved to linger over her toilet, it seemed that Amy, who had been assigned to attend to her, had been assigned to ensure that she presented herself in the drawing room at the earliest opportunity. The children didn't continue with their lesson after the arrival of their sister. He couldn't blame them, it was certainly an exciting event seeing her again after such a separation. Sitting at the piano, he played a few bars of one of Beethoven's latest preludes though without the music couldn't continue for long. He smiled to himself as he improvised instead on a country dance tune they had been playing in the tavern a few nights before. It was a rather less respectable environment than usual for the musicians - all members of the church band - to be found in he chuckled to himself. The knock at the door interrupted his soft playing and reverie. Amy entered and asked, "The Master asks if you would join him in the drawing room...sir," she added the latter noun reluctantly as in her eyes he was a servant too but since she was so low in the pecking order all but the stable lads had to be addressed respectfully. On entering the drawing room Mark was pleased to see Jane again, now changed into fashionable white dress, scoop cut at the front, a peach short-sleeved jacket over it." Ah, the very man," Sir Henry came and took Mark by the elbow. "Now, Jane, this is the singing master, Mr Mark West." Mark bowed and took Jane's proffered hand in his, holding it gently for a moment. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Wort hing," he said, his dark brown eyes meeting her own wide blue gaze." Mr West was in Naples," Henry Wort hing was proud of this fact but floundered a little when it came to details." The Opera House, Metro de San Carlo," supplied Mark, looking from father to daughter, noting Jane's reaction." Singing master there, were you not?" Mark blinked and looked away from Jane, registering her father'question. "One of them, yes; for the minor roles mostly," he said modestly. "Times though, on the continent are - troubled - at the moment. Kent is much safer," he smiled." I understand you have been singing at school?" he continued holding his gaze on to the young woman, listening intently to her answer." Ah, yes, now Jane. Mr West has been engaged to offer you lessons to further develop this valuable talent. West, you've been working with the other - that is, the children haven't you?" Mark smiled, his nod acknowledged the voice of his employer, his eyes didn't stray far from the face of his employer's daughter." They are very proficient," he said. "In need of a good voice to supplement them." Mark smiled at Jane, urging her to tell of her abilities, experiences. Henry Wort hing moved around to stand by his daughter. "Such a useful skill, given the number of families we shall be visiting socially in the locale this winter," he said. Mark's eyes went to Jane for her reaction to this pointed remark by her father." Perhaps - tomorrow - if your diary permits - I could return to the house to have our first lesson?" Mark looked at father, then daughter, enquiringly. Jane Worthington was happy to be alone with her father. His welcome home had been effusive and yet behind his eyes was a sorrow, a sadness still. She was grateful for the refreshment and sat demurely answering his questions about London society, what she had learned, events she had attended. He seemed pleased that her chances for “recreation” had been limited and so well chaperoned.” … there will be time for that … and soon … “His ambiguous comment was disturbed by the entrance of a young man, Jane half recalled having seen upon her arrival. "Ah, the very man. Now, Jane, this is the singing master, Mr Mark West." Jane smiled shyly and greeted him politely.” Mr West … “Her eyes searched his curiously, her father’s effusive welcome so uncharacteristic for a man in his employ.” A pleasure to meet you Miss Wort hing,"Jane smiled and allowed him to release her hand, glancing across at her father as if for further explanation." Mr West was in Naples,"Jane’s eyes widened and as no further details were forthcoming turned back to Mr West." The Opera House, Metro de San Carlo,"She was told, then learned further how this man had been one of the Singing Masters, though he modestly added that he was called upon to tutor the minor roles." Times though, on the continent are - troubled - at the moment. Kent is much safer,"She had heard comments about how the unrest on the continent, though when she had questioned, Jane had been unable to discover any detail. It was incredible that this man had actually been to Italy at such a time and to actually have worked at one of the opera houses…! Belatedly Jane realized that Mr West had spoken to her, asking about her own singing.” Yes, Sir. I enjoy singing very much.” Jane blushed sure that her own abilities could not match Mr West’s previous students.” I have a great love of opera, but have been schooled in a wide range of pieces.” She did not add that she disliked the religious variety of music that she had been much encouraged to sing." Ah, yes, now Jane. Mr West has been engaged to offer you lessons to further develop this valuable talent. West, you've been working with the other - that is, the children haven't you?" Jane’s eyes widened in double shock. Firstly that she was to be further schooled by this man and secondly that a man with such experience had employed to tutor her brothers and sister in the art of song." They are very proficient. In need of a good voice to supplement them." Jane could not hold back a wide smile at Mr West’s words, imagining her brothers and sisters engage in such a disciplined skill. She lowered her eyes quickly stifling the urge to chuckle at the thought. If this man could praise her siblings, surely her singing would be … passable. And the idea that her father was having her tutored along with the “other children” gave her no small amusement. Her eyes danced as she looked up at her father as he came to stand beside her, obviously pleased at what he read as her pleasure at his provision of such a tutor." Such a useful skill, given the number of families we shall be visiting socially in the locale this winter,"Jane bit back the question that sprung readily to her lips. They would be visiting socially? They never had before." Perhaps - tomorrow - if your diary permits - I could return to the house to have our first lesson?" Jane made no comment, her mind distracted.” Yes, yes … as soon as possible … eh Jane?” The older man put his hand on his daughter’s arm affectionately.” Ohh. Yes… yes … as you wish father …” Her response was polite, but lacked enthusiasm. She had hoped for a … quiet … winter season. She knew that at the age of 19 she was of more than marriageable age and yet … somehow she had not considered that “socializing” would happen so quickly. Regaining her senses, Jane realized that Mr West was taking his leave of them. She smiled and gave him her hand.” Until tomorrow Mr West.” She responded politely, watching him as he withdrew and went on his way. Did her father have any idea of the musical caliber of the young man he had employed as tutor? Would she be expected to sing along with the others, or would the lessons be private? Her mind went back to her father’s words:Had he even paused to consider whether she was ready to be “socializing” this Winter? And why hadn’t he mentioned his ideas before introducing the young man in his employ? "Well, and what do you think of Miss Jane," Cook asked Mark the following day. He sat in front of the oven taking in the smell of baking bread, sipping tea; Cook always managed to secrete some away from the supply the smugglers brought before the butler could measure it out and lock it away. Mark knew he was favored when she presented him with the small cup that morning." She seems a very polished young lady." Cook turned around and wiped her brow with the back of a floury hand, "oh, polished is she, and that's all you noticed?" Mark smiled, "I have hardly spoken to the young woman," he said as she grinned at him." You've got eyes in your head though man, haven't you? Do you think she'll make some gentleman sit up and take notice this winter?" Mark shrugged. "I'm sure several wills though I'm not sure if they will suit her. She's been in London. Perhaps she'll look for someone more exalted that a local boy two generations up from a hop growing yeoman family." Cook laughed while Mark privately bemoaned his own poor status in the eyes of the family." Right," he said finishing off his tea with relish, "time for me to see what sort of voice this young girl has on her." They exchanged their traditional parody of a lady and gentlemen departing one another's company with bow and curtsy before Mark made his way into the body of the house. He was surprised to see her - and Amy, clearly assigned to watch over her virtue - already waiting and bowed a little stiffly to Jane." I'm not late I hope miss?" Her first lesson was without the rest of his charges; as an adult and a young lady she could not be treated with the same methods as the children. They went through the preparation, warming up muscles and throat before running through scales, during which he nodded encouragingly to her and found himself attending much more closely. As the piano chords died away he smiled at her and handed her a short psalm he was sure she would be familiar with. After a few guiding notes from the piano he listened as she sang unaccompanied. There were a few - a very few - places where he went back over phrasing with her, and she seemed eager to learn. He was annoyed when the clock on the mantle piece signalled the end of their first hour together. He smiled, his eyes shining with pleasure. "I hope that you will sing with the rest of your siblings as they prepare for the social outings? They are in need of a more developed voice." He was going to say fine voice but at this stage didn't want to over-praise her. Over the coming days they began to explore a wider range of music until he suggested a duet from Don Giovanni, the Don and Berlin. They prepared their voices together and then stood close, by the piano. Jane blushed nervously as she began the aria, then Mark's voice curled around her soaring notes, until she lost her place and the edifice crumbled; they both laughed together, and he showed her what had happened. They began again, the words melting into one another, the emotional song of love filling the room. Their eyes met as the last line, sung together, resonated the strings of the piano; silence slowly crept between them as they breathed deeply together. Amy clapped enthusiastically to draw their gaze from each other and as one they turned and bowed to their audience at which she giggled and covered her mouth. The following day Mark entered the music room to find Jane alone. "I'm sorry," he said, "shall I come back later when Amy..." He was made to understand that today she was needed to help with washing and that since it had slipped the mind of her father, no one had reminded him of the need for chaperoning. Did he mind?" Very well," he answered with a smile. He searched through the music, and she began a tricky piece after which he was able to suggest some nuances, reminiscing about his days in Naples and a young soprano there who he had helped who he said had quite a voice. "Though, if I may say, not as good as yours could be." Suddenly, on an impulse he said, "you also play the piano? Shall we play this duet? You've worked very hard this week, this is a little relaxation?" She came around and sat beside him on the piano stool, obviously nervous but her flush could have been a frisson of excitement too as he placed the music on the stand. She practiced her part, at first a little uncertainly but with growing confidence as he indicated time for her. When she began again he joined her on his side of the piano keys. Slowly they began to master the tempo, the rhythm until they laughed together, and their hands touched at the end of the piece. Jane smiled at him then her eyes flicked to the door where Sarah stood, watching them as they sat so intimately together. Jane Worthington presented herself promptly at 10 am the following morning. She walked into the music room to find it blissfully clear of her siblings and directed Amy to sit in the alcove and assured her that she might read or continue with her mending as her presence at these lessons was to be a regular occurrence." I'm not late I hope miss?” Jane curtsied, greeting her tutor respectfully as she replied.”Indeed, no, Mr West … I was merely ensuring that Amy be made comfortable. She is to attend me during our lessons … ”She informed him smoothly, although she blushed hoping the young man would not be offended by what she considered her father’s over-cautiousness. Reassured by his mild response, Jane soon found herself lost in the scales and exercises she was familiar with as she warmed up her voice. When assigned one of the dreaded psalms, Jane did her best to sing with appropriate phrasing and intonation, her initial nervousness soon melting under Mr West’s encouragement. In fact some of the suggestions he made were a revelation to Jane, making her almost forget that the psalms were not a favored part of her repertoire. The clock announcing the end of that first hour seemed to take them both by surprise. She smiled regretfully as Amy rose promptly to escort her young Mistress from the room.” Thank you, Mr West … “Jane thanked him demurely as she quitted the room and went about her business. And so it was that Jane began to look forward to her lessons. Singing was one of her true joys and Mr West seemed to give a whole new interpretation to those pieces that had seemed so dry and irrelevant when she had been made to recite them at school. Yet it was with great joy that she discovered one day that her set piece was to be an operatic piece!” Don Giovanni!” She exclaimed in delight.” It is one of my favorite operas, Mr West. What do you suggest … ?” Her mind ran over the various duets deciding that he would select one of the aria’s as a more suitable study piece, and yet he surprised her when he suggested the duet between Don Giovanni and Berlin.” La chi dark la many.?” She echoed softly and blushed as she saw his nod. The seduction scene where Don Giovanni seduces Berlin into dumping her bridegroom and consenting to return to his house with him … supposedly to marry him … Jane studiously buried her head in the sheet music Mr West had handed her, though in truth she knew both the libretto and this particular melody by heart. She looked up taken aback by the mellow notes directed towards her as Mr West sang the first section leading up to the response of her character. Captivated by the melodious notes that wove around her consciousness, Jane lowered the music, beginning Berlin’s initial reluctant responses and gaining confidence as the character allowed herself to be seduced by the Don’s persuasion. Stumbling over the first chorus, Jane ground to a halt and was met with Mark’s good-natured laughter and encouragement to try once more. Wordlessly he took the music from her and encouraged her to try “from memory”, telling her they could work on the “technicalities” later. Nodding, Jane focused on his brief introduction and first line leading to her response, her hesitancy fitting her nervousness and the dilemma of her character. By the timelines were being exchanged, Mark’s encouragement to run away with him . The Don … and Jane’s … Berlin’s increasingly feeble objections both were lost in the scenario. They barely noticed that Mark had taken Jane’s hand as the word “an diam” (let’s go) left her lips consenting to run away with him. The rest of the piece continued a true duet of joint intent ending in an ironic declaration of a shared “innocent love”. Though Mark had long released her hand, Jane and he stood closely by the piano, blinking as if awakening from the sensual spell of the song of seduction. Amy’s enthusiastic clapping brought them back to reality. Taking a step back, Jane took a steadying breath and bobbed a mock curtsy in the direction of her maid, just as the clock chimed heralding the end of their lesson. Jane looked in its direction half regretful, half pleased of a seemly escape. She extended her hand to her tutor.” Until tomorrow Mr West …” She bade him farewell and left the room quickly. She was much distracted for the rest of the afternoon. Whilst she knew that her father encouraged her love of opera, she was not sure that he would approve of her singing such a duet. Even as the thought formed she dismissed it. It was a song … a duet … she was being foolish … there was nothing to object to. The music was beautiful … a masterpiece of melody and persuasion. She could well imagine Mr West tutoring the very best of Neapolitan opera singers. His own voice was … fine … She moved restlessly hardly wanting to admit to herself just how his voice had enchanted her. His dramatic interpretation of the seduction scene had been … most … convincing … she had never quite understood how Berlin could have turned her back on her intended, her friends and her rightful place in society, just on a whim … and yet now … She looked up as her father entered the room. Pleased of the distraction, she rose to greet him. She had intended to send word to Mr West that Amy was unavailable to chaperone her that day. And failing that she had intended to procure one of the other servants to fulfil that role and yet, she had found herself in the music room and 9 am that morning, still strangely restless, her fingers picking out the melody of the duet on the piano, lost in thought until she looked up to see Mr West as he crossed the threshold of the room. Her fingers jarred a chord on the piano, and she rose to greet him.” Mr West … I had not realized… that is … time seems to have flown this morning … “Breaking off in blushing confusion, she was grateful when he responded:"I'm sorry, shall I come back later when Amy..." She shook her head.” No … that is … Amy’s presence is required … father did not ask that I cancelled our lesson, …. “She took a steadying breath and hoped he did not think her immodest.” Would you mind if we continued … as usual …?” To her relief, he agreed. His mind instantly on procuring a sheet of music. Jane could not quite hold back a smile. Her virtue had nothing to fear from this very Ernest young man. He was the very reverse of the lascivious Don. Lowering her eyes demurely, Jane stepped towards him and listened attentively to his instructions, following them without question, totally focused on the increasingly difficult piece he had selected for her to attempt today. Although Amy’s presence was not missed as for as propriety was concerned, it did seem to make the atmosphere of the lesson more relaxed. Jane was more willing to try out new ideas. She listened eagerly to him speaking about Naples and the soprano’s he worked with over there. Blushing at the complement about her voice and its potential.” I had no idea if I was indeed talented vocally Mr West. It has simply always been a pleasure to sing, especially music from opera.” She told him shyly." You also play the piano?” Jane nodded.” … tolerably well, I believe…” She watched him sit at the piano and pull out yet another sheet of music.” Shall we play this duet? You've worked very hard this week, this is a little relaxation?" Smiling Jane moved to look over his shoulder at the myriad of notes.” Relaxation?” She echoed incredulously, but sat beside him and began to pick out the notes, struggling to play a tempo, then finally able to follow the slower beat he indicated, speeding up little by little until she had almost mastered the piece. She smiled triumphantly, but was met with a measured. “ … again … “Sitting straight, she turned the music back to the beginning and started once more. Her hands faltered as he too began to play, easing closer to her on the piano stool as the harmony he played joined her own notes. Again he marked time and her confidence grew. By the end of the piece the music was flowing, an interesting juxtaposition of tunes. Finally playing the last chord, Jane shook her head and smiled. He had set her so many challenges that lesson and though she had not performed perfectly, she had risen to meet each one.” Sarah? What are you doing here?” Jane’s voice was breathless as she addressed the sister whose presence she had only just become aware of.” It’s 10:15.” Her sibling announced shortly.”Oh, dear … Mr West … I fear I have kept you beyond your time. Do forgive me … ?” Jane rose hastily and extended her hand, her eyes widening as he bowed over it and assured her that the time has been pleasurably spent. As he straightened, Mark found himself looking into the eyes of the younger Miss Wort hing.” I will now take my leave of you … until tomorrow….” Nodding and smiling as he addressed a remark to her sister, Jane moved to sit at the piano her fingers moving idly across the keys as Mark left the room.” Is he supposed to be teaching you the piano as well?” Jane looked up at the suspicious voice.” No Sarah … that was just a bit of fun … “She smiled at her sister confused by the scowl she saw on Sarah’s face.” Does father know you’re having “fun” with Mr West Jane?” Jane halted moving her hands to smooth her skirts, not understanding her sister’s insinuating tone.” Don’t your tutors ever let you do something fun … just for a change …? “She kept her tone light, almost daring Sarah to mention the absence of Amy.” Mr West isn’t a normal tutor Jane …” The younger sister was stood before the elder, concern on her face.” True, Sarah. He’s very talented. Much accomplished.” The scowl was back again, but this time one of petulance.”Alas, yes. Do you know he is to instruct us in dancing? In preparation for father’s social calendar?” Jane chuckled and rose to hug her sister.” Won’t you enjoy that?” The two walked along out of the music room as they chatted.” I always have to dance with the boys … “Jane chuckled.” Perhaps you’ll get to dance with Mr West.?” She teased.” No. He’s to dance with you.” She missed the look of shock on her sister’s face.” With … me …?” Sarah continued oblivious to Jane’s concern.” Yes … I heard father talking to him before the lesson today …. He said … “Sarah continued to chatter, but Jane could think of nothing but how inappropriate it was for Mark to be asked to assist in giving dance lessons. Of course, she had attended dances, classes, all in preparation for her launching in society. An event she had thought would be long in coming. She determinedly blanked her mind from imagining what it might be like to dance with a personable young man like Mark West, rather than the female and elderly partners she had previously been introduced to. It had been rather a surprise when Sir Henry asked Mark to teach dancing as well as singing." Well, you're here, and you get along tolerably well with the brood eh?" Sir Henry laughed. "No point getting in a dancing master. Remuneration of course can be suitably altered. In fact," He wagged a finger at Mark thoughtfully, "in fact, there's a cottage in the grounds that's not been used for a while. How about you take that rent-free?" Mark bowed gratefully. His current room above the Inn was pleasant enough, except for the noise most evenings, and he would appreciate somewhere quiet to work on his next book." Good, then I'll ask Simmons the estate steward to be in touch with you." Sir Henry smiled and nodded. "Splendid. Yes, very good. Right, carry on." There was, however, a practical difficulty that came to mind a day or two later. The fashionable dances were all sets - he needed more participants. The solution he offered Sir Henry was practical enough in theory but beset with thorny problems of etiquette." So, my children and those of a neighbor should pool resources?" Mark nodded. "I was hoping you might have some friends in the area?" Mark prompted. Sir Henry sat back in his chair in the study and pursed his lips. A finger wagged again as it did when he came upon an idea he liked. "Yes. Yes - the Gilbert's. They would be delighted I'm sure, and I haven't seen them socially since my wife passed on." The decision made letters were exchanged and confirmation made; they even offered to bring along a "capable piano player," should the dancing master need it. As Mark had suspected, Sir Henry had picked a family who were rather lower in the pecking order; in fact, while not fallen on hard times they were very pleased indeed to be able to send their children for free lessons in such an important social skill. Sir Henry accompanied Mark to his singing lesson to announce the news to his children. Sarah frowned. "Are there not three children?" Sir Henry nodded." Then are we not an uneven number of pupils?"" Sir Henry if I may?" Mark requested to answer her. "Where necessary to complete the set I will join in myself. I find it is better that way to get a feel of how things are progressing." Briefly his eyes met Jane's and a flicker of a smile passed across his lips. Sarah glanced across at her sister and sniffed, otherwise keeping her thoughts to herself.****The day of the first lesson arrived and the carriage Sir Henry had sent to pick up the Gilbert children arrived. Riding with them came the mother and father who took the opportunity to thank their neighbor in person and to renew acquaintances over lunch. Mark, after pleasantries and in due course led his charges away to the grand hall. He spent a little time getting to know the two girls and a boy and decided to paint a picture of a grand ball which they would soon be attending. The new girls giggled as he indicated their popularity with the young gentlemen of the district." Now you Mary, yes, I see a cavalryman at your side. He will undoubtably send you letters from the front about how he saved the regiment if not the whole battle." There was laughter and the boys broke into an impromptu imitation of Napoleonic warfare until Mark clapped his hands and said they would begin. He lined them up parallel to one another; boy girl, boy girl. The same on his side but he made up the final place himself, opposite Sarah who couldn't resist a broad smile; she had the sense not to look towards Jane and crow at who he had chosen as his partner - she thought she would save that delight up for later. Mark, the diplomat had of course seen the tensions and knew this was the way to diffuse them. For him matters were very practical and professional - he couldn't afford his charges falling out and word getting back to his patron and the loss of this lucrative position. Slowly, they went through the moves after his assistant had played the tune of the dance slowly on the piano. The dance was quite simple and both Jane and Sarah had seen it before. Each couple would dance down the set, turn out and part and resume their position at the end; all would do this twice and the dance would be over. It only took half an hour for them all to become very capable indeed. He then made it a little more complex by suggesting a partner change. The confusion led to laughter and the faces of two of the boys going even redder than the exercise had made them when they nearly ended up dancing together. The end of the dance though once again was achieved and Jane was in Mark's arms for the first time. He smiled and, instead of the simple set along the line he encouraged her to swing around. As if she had read his mind they turned, drawing close to one another just as the notes of the plan faded. He released her and bowed to his new partner - and of course, to Sarah. For all Sarah’s penchant for idle chatter, it seemed that on this occasion she was correct, or at least partly so. Jane’s initial consternation turned to one of indulgent amusement as she learned that the lessons were in fact to include the Gilbert children and could imagine just how fortuitous that arrangement would prove both for them and her own father’s social standing. And so it was with somewhat bemusement that she allowed herself to be presented to Mr and Mrs Gilbert enjoying a brief sojourn amongst adults before retiring to the music room to join the youngsters in their lesson. Jane was gratified to be greeted by the pianist as she entered the room and exchanged a few polite pleasantries as she watched Mark arranging his charges, encouraging them with romantic tales of balls and brave suitors for the girls. She bit back a sigh, knowing her own future was not to be cluttered with the inconveniences of love. True she was to be schooled and “paraded” in society, but her father wanted her “well settled” and not for the first time, Jane wondered if the level of financial and social reputation were her father’s only criteria for happiness. Mutely she allowed herself to be positioned opposite the Gilbert’s boy. So preoccupied was she that she did not notice that Mark was partnering Sarah until the set actually began. The dance was simple and executed at this tempo was verging on tedious. Did her father not realize that being expected to take lessons like this with the children was actually of very little “use”? Never ill-tempered, Jane smiled indulgently as the dance deteriorated as the pace of the music increased. She set herself instead to encourage the young man opposite her with but few whispered instructions and any amount of smiling encouragement, which in fact boosted his confidence and made him the most adept dancer when the partner change was introduced. Encouraging the boy as he moved on to his next partner, Jane turned expecting to find a brother and found herself in Mark’s arms. Managing not to falter Jane smiled shyly finding the experience of actually dancing with a man most … pleasurable. Indeed, as she fell naturally into the pace of one actually able to lead the dance, she followed his subtle encouragement and finally got the opportunity to demonstrate some of her true ability in the more complex moves and swings bringing a smile and flush of pleasure to her face. As they drew apart, she gave him a graceful curtsy and moved out of line to bid farewell to the pianist whilst Mark praised and encouraged his younger pupils before dismissing them into the pianist’s care. Aware that only the two of them remained, Jane crossed the room and extended a hand to Mark, smiling softly.” An … interesting … lesson Mr West … I believe I’ve never seen such progress before now … “Her eyes danced with a soft tease, her mouth turning irrepressibly upwards as his hand surrounded hers. True the lesson had done little to develop her own skills, but perhaps in time… She had no intention of making any critical comment: She believed their tutor had coped admirably. Jane had no great anxiety about her dancing “prowess” or otherwise. Whilst not conceited, she judged herself as tolerably proficient on the dance floor. Admittedly she was perhaps not up to the skill necessary for London … or Naples … society, but she would perform well enough for what her father had in mind … Jane withdrew her hand reluctantly, knowing she should make haste to bid farewell to their guests, although from the audible chatter, she suspected that the Gilbert's would still be some time before taking their leave … "An … interesting … lesson Mr West … I believe I’ve never seen such progress before now … " Her eyes danced with a soft tease, her mouth turning irrepressibly upwards as his hand surrounded hers. Mark, his concentration still on the leading of the session did not immediately comprehend her words or her look. It was only after she had departed to be with her family and their friends he reflected - and grinned. The young woman...he laughed to himself; perhaps she had learned more fashionable dances in London, that was what gave her the cheek to be critical. Her knowledge was clearly considerable in the field of music, dance, those things that made her even more marriageable. Her own abilities had been evident; he had noted how she helped her young partner and increased his confidence. Then, of course - he felt a knot in his stomach, yes her own confidence had allowed her to speak in such a way to him, but also she could speak to the servants in any way she chose. With a sigh he slipped away to the kitchen and lunch with Mrs Jones.****The week was busy as he moved out of The Swan into the cottage in the grounds of Brooke House. He eyed it warily; the thatch looked worn in places, the walls cracked. He was grateful, of course but also concerned. An estate worker should have this cottage and the local laborers might well decide to express that opinion forcibly enough to him one night after the pub. His friends in the village, particularly the church musicians, allayed his fears. "This place has always been used for the tutor to the Wort hings," said Tom, himself a plowman and violinist. His gap-toothed grin and wiry gray hair a testimony to his unusual age of 53 for a laborer. His memory was one of the longest in the village, and he commanded the respect of the other workers of the estate and beyond. Mark smiled his thanks as Tom and the others helped move the few possessions he had into the cottage, it's damp interior testimony to it having lain empty for several months. There was little time to improve on that as his work commitments pressed in on him. He had made enough money to settle his publisher's bill, but he was stretched now with commitments as the autumn embraced winter. He rode from grammar school to church to the Wort hings, knowing the latter choir were becoming agitated at the impending performance at the Hamilton's. While he knew that they were more than able he felt that something of their father's concerns were rubbing off on them. On several occasions as the day of the ball approached he had sat in on the lessons. While he did not criticize, his presence seemed to remind them all that this was an important function and that the performance was to be one of those subtle tests of their place in the hierarchy of Kent society. Mark also knew that this would reflect on Jane's appearance on the social stage. Mistakes could not be allowed.****The song was The Linnet. "The stress notes...?" Mark looked at his charges who all shuffled their feet after a particularly horrendous rendition during which their father had walked out."255..." he paused, not telling them the rest. "Again, if you please." He waited for them to raise the sheet music noting their demoralized state. Running through the simple three versed song, he smiled. "There, you did it. A little more expression and a demeanor less reminiscent of cowed puppy, and we will be on the way to the London stage." They did at least smile." Very well, that's enough for today," he said. "Miss Jane? A word, please?" The other Wort hings trooped out, Sarah more slowly than the other two as she strained to catch the words Mark shared with her older sister." Miss Wort hing...this is a delicate matter I hope you will be able to help with." He searched her expression; she was less worried than the rest and with good cause, her command of the song had been complete, and she had vented her frustration on her siblings several times before realizing that here, at least, Mr West was the one to instill discipline." May I ask you a favor?" She inclined her head and gave a smile of piqued interest." Would you perhaps intervene with your father - ask him to refrain from joining our rehearsals? I sense that his presence is having an adverse effect on your brothers and sister. I know you are more mature and experienced...you maintain your skills well...very well." He paused, meeting her gaze. "Your performance will be the anchor to steady the Wort hing ship." He smiled. Suddenly, an idea struck him." I wonder -" He smiled at her, his hand running through his dark locks distractedly as the idea coalesced. "I am sure that in your London school you were educated in solo singing? Do you have a favorite piece? It would be a great treat - ERM - for the audience - if we, in these few remaining days, might practice it together as a surprise item on the day. What do you say?" His eyes burned with enthusiasm. Forgotten were the pressures on his time or the work with the children as he awaited her reply. "Very well, that's enough for today,"” Jane smiled encouragingly at her siblings. That morning’s lessons had been uncharacteristically arduous and her father walking out had done little to instill any of them with confidence." Miss Jane? A word, please?" Jane bit back a sigh. With a quick smile at Sarah as she loitered Jane turned and walked across to their tutor inquiring politely.” Mr West … ?” Her polite smile softened to a genuine expression as she saw him trying to pick his words carefully." Miss Wort hing...this is a delicate matter I hope you will be able to help with." She met his eyes, curious as to how he would proceed." May I ask you a favor?" Jane did not want to commit herself, but nodded her head indicating that he continue." Would you perhaps intervene with your father - ask him to refrain from joining our rehearsals? I sense that his presence is having an adverse effect on your brothers and sister.” Her father … she knew he was becoming concerned about their forthcoming social event and of course now he had put the estate cottage at Mr West’s disposal, he obviously expected that their appearance in society be successful.” I know you are more mature and experienced...you maintain your skills well...very well. Your performance will be the anchor to steady the Wort hing ship." Jane flushed at the compliment and a bit back a sigh hoping that she would indeed be able to support her siblings who had indeed become increasingly nervous." I wonder - I am sure that in your London school you were educated in solo singing? Do you have a favorite piece?” Jane eyed him suspiciously and nodded slowly.” It would be a great treat - ERM - for the audience - if we, in these few remaining days, might practice it together as a surprise item on the day. What do you say?" Jane’s eyes widened.” No … I … I don’t think so … “She began, wary of being carried away by the tutor’s enthusiasm.” I think there are enough things that could go wrong without more pressure. I’ll speak with father … try to persuade him … but … “She sighed heavily.” This is very important to him … to us … “She corrected hastily.” When mother … “She halted, the thought of her dear mother’s death and the way her father had sent her away to London. She had thought it cruel at the time, and yet he had always maintained that it was what her mother would have wanted.” There’s never enough time … “She hardly realized she had spoken as she was lost in thought. She had been sent away before she had time to truly get over her loss and now … Now she was being thrust into the marriage market before she had time to even get her bearings.” I’m … sorry Mr West … “She blushed blinking away tears that suddenly seemed to prick her eyes.” … so … foolish … “She moved away from him fixing her gaze on the garden beyond struggling to regain her composure. ”No … I … I don’t think so … “Mark sighed, disappointed that she didn't feel able to sing at the Hamilton's - then he suddenly realized what a dunce he was. The young woman's last few remarks, disjointed though they were, made sense to him." I think there are enough things that could go wrong without more pressure." She sighed heavily.” This is very important to him … to us … “Yes, it was to him, to her father's wishes that she was conforming. She had spirit, but she was also a dutiful daughter." When mother … There’s never enough time … " He couldn't plumb her thoughts from these scattered phrases but the way she wrung her hands, from her agitation there was something that was disturbing her deeply. He did suspect that Sir Henry was a man whose concerns for the welfare of his children was rather more how they illuminated the family name rather than their individual well-being; Mark mused on whether Jane's father should have remarried - give a feminine touch, at least help the girls out with a different ear for them. He blinked, drawn out of his reverie by Jane. "I’m … sorry Mr West … "She addressed him, apologizing when there was no need. He began to bow little, acknowledging her wishes when he saw her watery eyes." … so … foolish … "As she turned to the garden he saw her try to compose herself. Without thinking of decorum he stepped forward." Miss West, I didn't mean to agitate you so, please, I should be the one who is apologizing. There's clearly no need for further pressure as you rightly say. I hadn't realized..." He stopped as she half turned towards him, and he looked where her gaze directed his eyes; his hand, closed gently around her elbow, comfortingly. As if it was a red-hot poker he immediately relinquished his hold upon her and took a step back in confusion. He gave a bow. "If you'll excuse me," he flustered. "An engagement. The church choir. I will see you - the choir Wort hing that is - tomorrow." Turning without waiting for a reply he fled the room.****Parson Charles Beck stroked the mane of Clara, the singing master's mare and offered her an apple freshly fallen from the tree. Inside the church that evening the practice was coming to an end for the harvest festival service and the musicians began to file out with a respectful tug at forelocks or caps when they saw him waiting." Should be good one this year," said Frank Willougbhy, the cumbersome instrument the serpent held close to his chest. "Mr West is a good UN." He wandered on to ask the others if any were going to the pub. Mark emerged and closed the door of the church when the parson cornered him." Before you leave Mr West, perhaps you would join my family for a sherry?" Mark, always careful not to upset his employers agreed happily. He stroked Clara and followed the thin bird like priest across the intervening graveyard to the parsonage. Charles Beck had a considerable brood to look after, and his living was stretched but not to breaking point; he enjoyed the company of the travelled Mr West and this evening he decided to take his chance and introduce his daughter Anna to the young man. Anna curtsied and stifled a giggle mindful of her mother's fussing that day over curling her hair and the stories she had been told of Mr West's colorful life abroad. As the evening wore on Mark was invited to stay for something to eat and found himself liking the attentions of the young woman he had been asked to meet. True, she didn't have Jane's breeding nor her natural if often hidden wit. Of course, the London education had helped Jane too... Suddenly he realized that his yardstick for measuring this pleasant young woman was not in her own terms or even what Mark thought of her. It was Jane Wort hing. He shook his head. The parson's wife, Mary inclined her head to him. "Is all well Mr West?" He smiled. "It is. Indeed, it is Mrs Beck. And the company is charming." He smiled at Anna who blushed and sipped again from her first glass of sherry taken in company. With smiles all round the Jason invited Mark to share the family pew at the following Sunday's service. Despite not being a regular churchgoer, Mark accepted the offer to the delight of all.****Clara's patient gait took him towards the village later as Mark mused on his past and his future. Perhaps it was time to put his travelling behind him, to settle down. That would mean settling down with a wife and Anna...it could be worse. Despite his mind being occupied with Jane Wort hing nothing could come of that! A tradesman and a lady...impossible. Anyway, he mused, she might well have him dismissed for his behavior earlier that day, and thought about what he would do if she did. He smiled even as his mind pined for the excitement of the theater, and he was torn wondering instead should he head for London, there was music there a plenty, he would not be short of work." Baa," he grunted to himself at this speculation as he put Clara in the stable behind the Swan. He entered the Inn with a smile for his friends and removed his coat, immediately joining those of the church band who were there and playing. In the oil lamps the music flowed along with ale. Mark forgot his concerns in the ancient songs and modern friendships until Clara once again took his home, half asleep on her back. "Miss West, I didn't mean to agitate you so, please, I should be the one who is apologizing. There's clearly no need for further pressure as you rightly say. I hadn't realized..." Jane raised her eyes to his, her face flushing slightly as she felt his hand gently capturing her elbow. The gesture she knew was intended to comfort, to reassure and yet … she gazed downwards aware that the touch had caused a sudden … glow … to seep into her body. His release of her elbow was abrupt. Her head snapped up to his, her expression confused and strangely hurt by the distance he suddenly felt necessary." If you'll excuse me … An engagement. The church choir.” She opened her mouth to make the expected polite response, but closed it again, merely nodding.” I will see you - the choir Wort hing that is - tomorrow." She watched wordlessly as he quitted the room with almost offensive haste.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~” Jane will not be attending class today … “Sarah informed Mark almost relishing the information she had to impart. Eyeing the music Master asses singly, she approached him before responding to his query as if in confidence.” She’s … indisposed … at least …. That is what she told me to tell you … “The conversation was cut short by the younger Wort hings causing an uproar that threatened to summon all available hands from the adjacent rooms and took both Mark and an amazingly co-operative Sarah to restore order and embark on a particularly ponderous lesson. Mercifully the only partially dispirited choir had just been dismissed when Mr Wort hing entered unannounced, eyeing Mark West critically as the youngsters dashed past him and out to freedom.” You’re finished with Jane Mr West… I have to speak to her … matter of some urgency … ”The words were a statement rather than a question, clearly impatient to speak with his daughter.” Father … Jane just left … “Sarah’s eyes met Mark’s entreating him silently not to tell of Jane’s absence.” I think she was headed towards the church … perhaps to speak to the Parson about the Harvest Festival … “She explained, braving her father’s annoyance, sure she could slip away before being questioned further by either man. Her father’s abrupt exit took her by surprise. She blushed and stared across at Mark.” The boys … “She made a hasty excuse and turned to leave …

The Song of Love|rating:4.0

The Knight and The Damsel; Into the Unknown (Haru_Anna)

The Land of Arboreal; a land of fascinating extensities, sprawling human metropolises, and vastlandscapesto explore. Home to not only those humans end elves, but dwarves and halflings and all manner of good humanoid folk. Though in all things, as there is light, there is as dark. Orcs and goblins, ogres and trolls, all manner of fantastical beasts and monsters call Arboreal home. Our story though, will follow a man. Not just any man, but a Knight. A Knight of the Order of the Silver Flame. Or so he used to be anyway. SerJamesCortland. A man in his mid-twenties, long and lean of build, well muscled and tone, not bulky. Dark-haired and with dark intense eyes. A man whose aura speaks of the dangerous intent he carries with him, an animalistic quality exuded by men of his ilk. A blade master and with a reputation to match. A man who had shirked his duty to the Silver Flame, his life and ruins and now a nomad. The sword on his back and his faithful steed, Brass, his only companions on the road. Sometimes a sell sword if he needs money, though most consider him a simple wanderer. Righting some wrongs as he sees them, though just as often keeping his business to himself. Short temper is as likely to be shown as cool indifference, and he changes mood as a storm, quick to blow in and destroy all in its path and then just as quickly to be gone without a care. So it came to be that James had passed through the village of Wald grave, a human settlement on the borders of one of the Even Kingdoms. The road passed into the wood and Brass followed it faithfully. The woods were not thick, not at first, and even after passing under the huge canopy above, the path still remained somehow light, despite the thick foliage. Brass snorted and stamped a bit and James halted the beast, hand upon the hilt of the bastard sword on his hip. Brass had caught a scent, and that was when he heard it. Quite some distance away it would seem, and carried lightly upon the breeze - a cry. Female it would seem, and in distress." Ha!" James cried and put spurs to his beast, dirt kicked up from iron-shod hooves as Brass broke into a run, James' keen eyes put to the path and looking at their surroundings as the trees flew by. He almost missed it really, the small clump seeming unnatural in the forest, and he was able to make out limb amidst the glint of steel. Orcs it would seem, travelled far from their own lands. A raiding or scouting party most likely, and their green-hued skin a natural camouflage in this forest, despite it not being their natural terrain. They were not far from the path and Brass cleared the hedgerow and in moments James was upon them... It was a hard time to be an elf, it was not like it had been hundreds of years ago. As the number of men rose the forest got smaller. They needed wood to build and to keep warm, and they just became more and more. The even people split into two groups depending on belief, the wood elves and the high elves. They both soon became seen as separate species where the high elves joined man and left their home they had sworn to protect, and the wood elves stayed as proud guardians only to be seen as wildings. It was also easy to see who was who. High elves was much taller than the wood elves who often were shorter than your average man while the high elves were taller. The wood elves hadn't much choice but to search for peace rather than fight as they became fewer and fewer, so the even king Adanedhel Ellen decided to marry away his only daughter. It wasn't usual for an elf to be married away, but he didn't have a choice, did he? The lord didn't think about the offer for long since wood even brides were rare and highly valued as natural beauties. They also had the reputation of being extremely wild in bed, they were after all wildings. So, Ila Ellen, princess of the fores twas married away. To live a long and boring life locked away in a castle, to never feel the smell of her home once more. She couldn't take it, anything but this life she told herself. So she ran. The first chance she got. Alot of things happened to her to get to the point where she would meet Sir James Cortland. She was dressed in a wide black and redressing the colors of her new home which was more pretty than comfortable. It was far from suitable to run through the woods in but when she had gotten the chance to flee there was no time to get changed. Perhaps the dress was the reason for the orcs catching up to her, perhaps was it because she had been from the forest for so long. She wasn't familiar in these parts. Where ever she looked she saw the green disgusting faces of orcs in the shadows of the trees. They melted into their surroundings perfectly well, and they had gotten her by surprise. Ila had tripped and now sat in the middle of the ring of orcs who came closer and closer to her. Her hair was in a knot at the back of her head and her pointy ears was well seen by the orcs." Boys!" one of the orcs screamed out in Irish which Ila barely could understand because of the similarities to her own native tongue. "Seems we caught elf! We love elf flesh, don't we!?" he continued, and the others cheered and screamed behind him with lust in their eyes. The young princess didn't know what to do so she screamed, she screamed for help in elvish even though it was a language not many people knew. She didn't have time to think, she was panicking. Screaming for help out in nowhere. There probably wasn't another being for miles and she knew it. Yet, this day, she was lucky. The orcs started gripping her, pulling her in all possible directions. All of them wanted a taste of her sweet young body. She screamed louder, neither she nor the ORS noticing the man riding up behind them. She kicked and screamed, but it just drove the orcs wilder with lust. James' face was grim as he saw the scene, the lithe pale woman caught between the beasts, her dress already rent and part of the skirt tattered, one shapely leg exposed and pawed at by the orcs, and their full intent to ravage her and then likely consume her was not lost on the Knight. No matter his current mindset and dissatisfaction with his lot, such foul deeds would not be allowed to stand. Fulgurshriked from the sheath, blue arcs of energy licking along the blade, the steel hungry for blood. Brass reared, and the orcs realized their lack of awareness too late as huge iron-shod hooves crashed down, screams as bones snapped and then silence asFulgurended that life. Brass whinnied, sparks drawn off the shining metal boarding he wore as one Irish spear skittered along the protection and James knew what was next, and had freed his feet from the stirrups ad leapt free as Brass bucked, a distinct -though- of air as an orc's chest was impacted by the kicking hoof, the beastly man-thing thrown back to crash into a tree, further ruining those ribs, now crushed. With a strong two-handed grip James laid into the orcs, sidestepping as an axe whistled down and the pommel of his sword cracked into the orc's skull and the blade of his sword pierced the hide of another, the point protruding from the orc's back, the heat and energy from the blade instantly cauterizing the wounded, though the heat immolated internal organs before it was withdrawn. The cries and yowls of the orcs filled the wood and in stark contrast to them James fought in near silence, mouth set in a grim line as his skill with a blade decimated the small group of orcs in short order, trees splattered with their lifeblood, the greenish liquid uponFulgureither burned away or absorbed by the blade, it was hard to say. The last of the orcs fell, the group of six having managed to place several scratches upon the Knight's golden armor, though he bore no wound. The element of surprise and his destroyer had played a crucial role in such a victory. Moving to Brass as he sheathed his blade, he patted the large neck and brown intelligent eyes gazed back at him." Well done."he said, and then he turned his attention to the woman. Upon seeing her more fully now he could see the pointed ears and recognized her as even. This was their lands, in truth and James sighed softly." What is your name, girl?"he asked her, his tone gruff and yet friendly enough. Idly he wondered if she had become separated from a larger group. Her dress, though not quite ruined, hinted at a station more than mere common elf." Are you hurt?"he asked, moving toward her with cautious steps. Ila didn't realize fully what was going on. As the orcs had been caught by surprise they had one by one let go by her limbs and body, and she had fallen towards the ground, landing among damp sticks and leaves. She quickly realized there was a battle going on, and she stopped screaming soon after hitting the uncomfortable ground. With bare feet she kicked her way backwards, trying to get away as the orcs' blood flew around her. She tripped and fell but she didn't stop. She was filled with fear and wanted away, yet she was in chock and therefore couldn't focus or keep her balance. A dead orc fell before her, on the spot she had just been in, staring into her green eyes with his gray frozen eyes with his skull split in two. She let out a high-pitched scream of terror and her face was full of fear. She kicked her way further back until she hit a tree, trapped in place. Ila wiped her eyes with the back of her hand quickly but soon slowed down as she realized all the orcs were dead. It wasn't normal for her to cry, yet this wasn't a normal situation. As a member of a royal family her life hadn't been filled with much danger or fear. She could only remember crying two times in her life, three now and two of these three had been quite recently. The first memory was when her mother died, the other after her first meeting with her new husband, an old fat man who had no traits for one to love, only greed. James stood before the young even female in his shining armor. Ila couldn't know if he was to trust or not, he was human, and his colors wasn't those of her former prison, but he could be a sell sword, a mercenary paid to get her 'home'. Her dress was in rags, destroyed. Once expensive and exotic but now destroyed, worth close to nothing. The left side had fallen down, both sleeves ripped off. The rest of the dress had rips all over it, her olive colored skin looking out through the rips hinting about her naked body underneath. She had a tattoo on her right forearm of two faces surrounded by small words as hair. It was a sign of elvish royalty containing a prayer to the gods and goddesses. James rose high over her as she sat on the ground looking up into his sophisticated eyes with her deep green ones. He spoke to her, asked her questions, but she was careful. "I'm Ila..." she said but stopped herself, used to tell people her full name when they asked her about it to state her status above them but did she really want him to know who she was? She quickly came up with a lie. "I am Ila... Ila Smallwood" she lied. Her elvish accent let the words roll over her tongue. "No I'm not hunt, I'm fine. Thank you so much FOH helping me." she said having problems pronouncing the 'r's. As she noticed him slowly coming closer to her, she got defensive. "Stay back!" she screamed out quickly and fear could be seen in her eyes once more. "Now it is you turn, who AHE you?!" she said quickly, stumbling over her words. As soon as she screamed at him to stay back, James stopped, his features hardening. Her accent was familiar, though still slightly odd, and he filed that away. The tattoo on her was also familiar but... that was impossible. That couldn't be. There was no way that she would be out here by herself. Was there? As a Knight it had been his duty to be properly educated on heraldry of all sorts, as well as possessing a deep knowledge of ruling families, both human and elf, dwarves and even some of the clans of orcs. It was always better to be informed than to go into a station ignorantly. As soon as he's seen the red marks on the orcs he'd known he was dealing with the clan called the "Blood Masks". They frequently raped and then ate their victims, men, women and children alike. Even other orc clans. So James knew he'd saved this elf from a rather horrible fate. That she now screamed at him to stay away, in the same breath where she thanked him for saving her - it riled him a bit. In a voice that had a bit of a growl he spoke up." My name is James Cortland, formerly a Knight of the Silver Flame. If I was going to hurt you, then you'd already be dead."he told her and turned on his heel to grab the reins of Brass and hoist himself up." These woods are not safe. You'd best get to shelter, and fast."he said. The bodies of the orcs would attract all manner of scavengers, and some worse than the orcs themselves." You need to keep your screaming under control. All you do is attract attention. And in your state, that is not too wise."he told her, addressing the state of her dress and how she was barely covered as it was. James had noticed, oh, he had noticed. She was a fine even woman, that was a certainty, and he had his suspicions about her identity as well. The fact that James had not had a woman since... well, it had been some time. That fact, and the glimpses of her naked flesh, had brought with it a desire, though a Knight would not speak of such things. On the other hand James was no longer a Knight, having left the Order. He wasn't about to take her under his wing though, if she kept shrieking like a banshee. With that in mind he started to move away, though his grip was tight on the reins, and he was sure that she would call out to him." Take care of yourself Ila."he told her, and pulled the reins to go. Ila knew she had been mean by yelling at him right after him saving her, but how could she trust him? He saved her, but he could just as well be after to rape her young flesh. She felt alone in the world, there was no one she could ever put her faith in. What would her father and people say if she returned? Perhaps her escape would be the reason for a new war, a war her people was sure to lose. She was between a rock and a hard place with no real hope. She knew nothing about orcs more than there savage nature and not knowing spreads fear better than being aware of their raw flesh eating habits. As a princess she wasn't badly educated, the problem was that the things they had taught her were things such as how to behave, how to walk and how to talk. It was believed that women from noble families couldn't handle such stories as those of orcs. This of course, being false. James was about to leave her, but that didn't stop him from scaring her up. She was an easy victim in a world of violence so she quickly stood up. She had to look strong in front of the man if he was to want to help her. At least so she believed." Wait!" She said with a strong voice." Take me with you! I can work for you if you just take me with you!"she quickly said hoping to gain his attention." I can wash your clothes, cook your food?"she asked, believing it was her new creative personal idea, not aware at all of James planting it in her mind. As she now stood up the torn dress fell down on the side, exposing her left naked perky breast, and she was quick to pull it up. With her other free hand which is not holding up her dress to cover her chest held up the torn mess around her legs so she wouldn't trip over it. She took a step forward, her back straight and head held high." Please!"she finally said, she looked up on the man high up on his horse, and she took a leap of faith. Putting her life in his hands. She wouldn't survive alone, but perhaps she would do better if she had him by her side. She could start a new life, leaving her past life behind her and spend the rest of it as a slave. At least she would be safe. The simple fact of the matter was that James did notneedher to come along. He had coin, and he earned more as he moved along the byways and roads throughout the Kingdoms. Yet as he looked at her and listened to her, he could see her ragged state and hear the pleading in her voice. The exposure of her one perky breast did not hurt her case either and James did have other needs. Needs that a fine even woman could easily fulfill. Brass turned as James moved the reins, and the huge destroyer's saddle was constructed for only one rider. If she came along she'd have to sit in front of him. Basically in his lap. James seemed to consider." I have use for you, Girl."he said and Brass moved to her and James extended a hand to hoist her up. In the process she'd have to let go of her dress and James was not concerned with what parts of her might be exposed. In fact the did get quite the good look at her, and he smirked at the sight of her. James set her right in front of him, actually having to squeeze her small form between himself and the pommel of the saddle. He'd scooted back to make room and yet her soft round behind was placed directly on his crotch. One well-muscled arm slipped about her waist." You better get used to the new seat Ila."he TLD her, and he began to direct Brass back to the road. It was not something he was used too much anymore and the feel of her warmth against him brought forth a burgeoning desire, and the human man's hand slipped upward from her waist to gently cup and fondle one breast. Testing the waters really and paying close attention to how she might react. They'd only just met and yet James wanted her. Rumors persisted that a human could not resist an even woman, that their siren's call could not be avoided. James had to wonder if it was true and the feel of her, the smell of her, seemed to seep into his pores. It was like something wild, primal, had been released and even as they reached the road beneath her slender form his human cock stirred. Her people were small and slight, and he wondered if she had ever seen a penis, much less on a human. It would be a sight to behold he was sure, longer and thicker than any even cock ever hoped to be." Where were you headed?"he asked her. She blushed gently, her cheeks having a healthy red color as she knew he had seen her breast as the dress had failed to cover her up. She was in a fragile state, yet she didn't object when James offered his hand to help her up on the high horse. Furthermore, she had asked for his help after all. Only now, when she looked up at him from close did she notice his beauty. His face was symmetrical but not like an male elf. It had much more masculinity in it with traces of battle. She didn't know where she had him, but she would soon find out. The young gracious elf curtsied and put out her hand, aware of her dress once more falling down exposing her naked skin and round nipple. She climbed up on the horse, her body light as a feather and sat down before the man. She pulled up her dress once more but as it felled down she let it hanging. Furthermore, she considered that since the man sat behind her, it wasn't all that bad. Furthermore, she was used to riding horses but not battle horses such as this one. It was much taller and stronger than the horses they used in the even palace. Where she sat she kept slipping down towards James crotch, her round firm behind pushing down towards him. She felt his strong arm around her and at first she felt safe. That was before he slipped it higher and cup her naked breast. His hand was strong and firm, the hand of a man, yet she felt that he was careful. His touch was soft besides the protection he wore for his hands and arms. Ila didn't complain, not with words at least. She didn't like it, she felt degraded, but she was scared of him. He had power over her, she didn't want to unleash, and she had heard the stories about the lusts of men. She adjusted herself in her seat as it was a little bit uncomfortable, rubbing against the large man behind her. They were out on the road now, and she recognized it from earlier days. Ila herself hadn't heard the rumors men spoke about when it came to even women. If she had heard them she wouldn't have believed them, but perhaps there was some truth to it. James felt a clean smell for her soft skin. She smelled like fresh tree resin and funny. She didn't know where she wanted to go but all she knew what that she couldn't return home so all she could answer to the question was"Anywhere but the forest, I need to escape and get as far away as possible..." She loved the forest, yet she had to search for a new home where she could be free. Her heart was racing, her body full of different emotions as her leaf green eyes stared forwards trying to forget about everything, trying to disappear from this world. But I will follow you where ever you want to go..."she added, trying to be on his good side."...sir."she added not used to using the word. There it was, and though James did not know her reasons she had practically confirmed she was likely royalty and was now running away from home. Should they be caught then he would be charged with kidnapping and because of her royal blood he would either hang or lose his head? James' hand dropped from her small perky breast and rested against her thigh. His mind was reeling from the implications and this was yet another time that doing his Knightly duty might come back to haunt him. He would have let her meet her fate at the hands of those orcs, and yet he simply could not. Following the road, it never ventured into the Even Lands, and simply skirted along the border. The sun had begun its descent and for the most part James had ridden in silence. There was MUC to discuss with her, but words on the open road could reach listening ears and one never knew where spies might yet reside. So as the sun began to slip below the horizon James looked for a suitable place to stop. Brass moved off the road and onto the side that was designated the edge of the Human Lands, and soon they found a large clearing." This is where we make camp. Princess."he told her, letting the title slip so that he let her know that he knew. It was yet another thing he had over her. Dismounting Brass the Knight dug into one of the saddlebags and withdrew a tightly wrapped cloth. Unwrapping the cloth it was soon revealed the contents within. A tiny little cottage, or a model of one, small enough to easily fit into even Ila's small hand." Stand back." James said and set the small item on the ground." Cescere!"he commanded in a moment the small model expanded and grew, becomingfull Sivan a matter of moments, complete with a small stable at the back." We can go in. We'll be safe here." James told her, and the iron-bound wooden door opened and offered warmth and safety. James would help Ila down from the horse, her small body light and still exposed, her pale and lovely flesh bared to him, her small breasts jiggling enticingly as he set her down. Ushering her into the cottage he watched as Brass moved back to the stable, content, and he would make sure that she entered before he would follow. She had no reason not to. The interior of the cottage was small but utilitarian and cozy. A fire roared in the hearth, a heart pot of stew already bubbling over it, and plates and cups available, a pitcher of water upon the table, which was surrounded by four chairs. A huge bed, but only one, occupied one side and two overstuffed chairs sat before the fire. A small washroom was near the back, a tub of water with lava stones beneath to heat the water that sat waiting." This cottage protects us from crying and divination. So you may speak freely here. I know who you are, Princess, and you have put me into a bad dilemma. Not only did I save your life, but I have put my own in the balance. You do realize that if I am caught with you that I will likely hang, or worse. So I have merely taken your place beneath that hanging blade." James' ire was clear and though he was not furious, his worry and concern was evident in HS tone." You may bathe first, Princess, but once you have done so you will dry and remain unclothed. Your dress is ruined and no longer befitting of your station. However, those with the knowledge will still recognize the quality it once had, and you may be discovered. It will need to be destroyed." Whether Ila responded to him or not James would begin to remove his armor, softly spoken words helping with some of it, unbuckling straps and undoing ties so that he could be out of his armor in moments. His bright eyes kept an eye on the even girl. Princess she may be, but she was no longer in her lands, was on the run, and in his debt. As James hand left her breast she felt as if he cared about her and what he had done just seconds ago seemed like a distant memory. She couldn't fully trust him and his size compared to hers didn't make it any better. They rode in silence and the sky was turning red as night crawled closer. Where would she have been now if it wasn't for James she asked herself. They suddenly stopped, Ila had been a little sleepy the last minutes having trouble keeping her eyes open, but the change of activity woke her. He called her princess and she blushed trying to defend herself." I'm no princess..."she said, being a bad liar and James knew for sure now who she was. Most people wouldn't feel a need to say they are not a princess in such a situation, and she had made a mistake. James knew she was of noble blood, not just some relative but the actually princess. James used magic, prepared magic, a part of the arts which was hard to create but powerful and useable for many for time to come. It was something the high elves had taught the humans when the two sides joined forces. The wood elves had been left with magic such as healing and reading the future in the stars which paled in comparison to tricks such as this one. Ila herself sometimes had visions, yet she couldn't control it. Ila took James help down from the horse, and he lifted her like it was nothing until her bare feet hit the ground feeling the lovely feeling of dirt between her toes. Holding up her dress so it wouldn't drag along the dirty ground she tips toed carefully towards the cottage. She trusted his words. Her body moved so naturally and silent, as if it was floating. Her long legs compared to her height taking careful steps forward. Inside it was warm and cozy, it felt like a home. Even if this was far from how her kind decorated and lived she felt a feeling of safety. She felt shame as he spoke to her, explaining that he knew more or less who she was and that he know was in the same if not a worse position, and he was probably right. If the two of them were found, she could have a chance of forgiveness, but he didn't. Filled with shame she avoided looking him in the eye, still so silent as before. Barely saying a word. She turned her back to him and let the dress fall off onto the floor which wasn't that big of a problem from the state it was in. Completely naked she walked towards the bath, her naked back towards James. Her round bottom slowly moving from side to side with her slow silent steps. While moving, she put her hands up to her hair and let it free, her thick and long, brown hair falling down her shoulders and back. She was beautiful. She stepped into thetubstanding in a corner of the room feeling the hot water caress her naked skin as she sat down in it. Furthermore, she rubbed her body gently, pouring water over her back but after a while she stopped. Furthermore, she looked at James, now without his armor on. His body was dirty and sweaty from wearing the suit of armor all day. Ila felt even more shame as she observed him in secret." Thank you... For saving me..."she finally said breaking the silence. The water went up to her shoulders, her knees sticking up above the surface in front of her as well in the narrow tub. She wanted to make up for what he had done to her and decided to offer her services as a servant, what else could she do?" I could help clean you if you want?"she asked imagining him having problem moving and fitting in the small source of water. He also looked like he needed a bath. James watched her nubile even form as the dress fell from her shoulders, her perfectly shaped body quite alluring. As she moved into the washroom he slipped completely from his clothes, now nude. Even flaccid his manhood was longer and thicker than most elves, and as he began to become aroused at the sight of her, there was no doubt about how potent he would be. Following her to the washroom James leaned against the door, unashamed of his naked form. The offer she proposed was unexpected, but welcome." Bathed by and Even Princess. Would be a dream come true, though I do have other plans for you, Princess. You owe me your life and I intend to have you repay that debt. Bathing me is a good start."he said and moved toward the tub, his cock swinging between his legs, the muscles he held that of a man used to physical exertion. Larger and bigger than the elves, muscle shifted beneath his skin even in the act of walking, his gait that of an apex predator stalking his prey. Without waiting for her to say a thing James stepped into the tub, his right leg planted between hers as he then lifted his other leg into the large receptacle, standing between her parted knees. Though obscured somewhat by the water, the clear liquid in the tub did not do a lot to hide her from him and her naked form was something to behold. Save for the hair on her head she seemed devoid of all hair, and James smiled silently down at her." Are you virginal Princess?"he asked, his tone stern but somehow tinged with kindness and curiosity. Unfamiliar with Even rites of maturity, jams wondered if she was experienced, or on the other hand, had ever even seen a cock before. Much less this human one before her now, slowly growing in length and girth as James' mind wondered, and his eyes roamed over her. He remained standing and said a single phrase. His tone commanding and brooking no argument, and one which she would grow to know quite well in the coming weeks." Bathe me."he commanded. The elf couldn't take her eyes from the strong muscular naked body. He towered over her so tall that it felt as if he was leaning out over her. She slowly poured water from her hands onto her shoulders, checking out his body standing before her in full glory. He spoke and Ila knew what he was talking about. He didn't just want her to clean and cook, to take care of him. Furthermore, he wanted someone to take care of his sexual needs just as well, she looked at his growing cock. It was so much bigger than any she had seen, even males was far from as equipped as him being much less sexual creatures than man. His hairless manhood was just some inches above her, standing out between her and James' eyes. Her lips slowly parted, her mouth half open as she looked at it and him. She owed him, yet his size was intimidating. His voice was that of a leader and hard to resist, yet it was kind and warm. She felt as if he didn't see her as a burden. He asked her a question and she was quick to answer." I am... sir..."she said, and it was true. She had never had a male lover. She had seen men naked, but nothing could have prepared here for this sight. Furthermore, she had no experience but even females were natural lovers, one of many reasons why they were so sought after. Ila was blushing from her position, her cheeks red as he commanded her to bathe him. She cupped her hands and took up some hot water and let it drip down his legs, she gently rubbed the spot with her hands feeling his rougher skin and strong muscles against her soft hands. Ila's touch was slow and careful and the room was silent besides from water driving. She continued doing this, working her way upwards his legs. Slowly pouring water over his skin until the legs were done. She looked up into his eyes and saw him looking down back at her naked and exposed body. She knew what was coming next. Ila changed her position in the small tub without a word so she now was on her knees before the man. Water dripped down her breasts into the water as they now aren't bellow the surface. She took up some water once more and let it slowly drip down his cock, the water following its shape. She looked up at him, then back at the cock standing out before her face and she took it into her small soft hands. Slowly rubbing it to make it clean in her both hands. Her deep green eyes looked back up at his to make sure she wasn't doing anything he wouldn't like, unaware of exactly how pleasure for a man worked, scared of hurting him. James sighed." You've obviously never bathed anyone but yourself. My fault really, for not taking a seat. What are you going to do when you get up here to my head and rinse all the dirt here back down onto the legs you've just cleaned?"he asked her and as she so softly touched his cock he grinned." I can tell you've never touched a man before either. What do you think my cock is made of girl? Glass?"he asked with an amused snort. Without waiting for her to answer jams lowered himself into the water, sitting much as she had."NOW you bathe me. From my head down."he would tell her and as she moved to do so he would instruct her, though washing some of him required her to leave the tub. With his instruction it was not long before she was done." That's it, girl. You can be taught."he said and as he stood and grabbed them both clean towels with which to dry he said,"You should feel lucky that I'm a kind sort, girl. Make no mistake, I tend to show you the way of a man with a woman, and you'll learn right quick. But some other men, men that are not like me, would have taken you in the squalor, Princess or not, and laughed while they did it. I reckon if I'm already in the noose for snatching you, I might as well make use. And I have to break you in right Princess." His words rang with truth, and though James was a good man, he was no longer holding to his code of honor. Still she owed him her life, and in many cultures of Arboreal that meant a blood debt for the rest of James' life. She was his to-do with as he wished. Now having dried with the towel, jams stood nude, and he canted his head a bit as he looked at her." Come with me, girl."he said, seeming to have settled on her name as 'girl' for the time being. Grabbing her hand he pulled her along behind him to the hanging bed and lifted her with nary an effort to toss her onto it. She bounced a little, tits jiggling and bare ass nice and curvy and James was soon to follow." You say you've never been with a man? Let's teach you the basics. This,"he said, and grabbed the base of his member and pulled her hand to it, forcing her to grab it as well,"is my cock. You get it nice and big and hard and then I fuck you with it. You have three ready orifices for me to use, princess; mouth, cunt and ass. Are you following me so far?"he asked, and he knew that she knew much of this, but he had to teach her from the beginning, like a child." I'm not yet fully hard as you can see, but you need to learn. Use your hand, or your mouth, and bring me to fullness girl. I want you to see me in all my glory and know that you're mine, and I aim to have you." James said and laid back on the bed, ready to grab her if she went far or tried to get away, and ready to bend her to his will if she fought too much. Ila said in a quiet voice, "Sorry Sir." she didn't know how to bathe someone, and she had just started cleaning him as she had seen fit. She felt stupid compared to James, yet he was kind and showed her how to do her new job. "No sir" she said and blushed. She felt a feeling she wasn't used to, being lesser than someone else. She was a servant now, and she had to follow order. He was her master, and it was her job to make sure he was pleased. She was also getting used to being naked in his pretense. He had already seen ever side of her, every inch of skin as she sat on the side of the tub cleaning him. She felt lucky, James was kind to her or so she believed. "Yes Sir." she said about James talking about breaking her in, yet she didn't know what he meet by that. They both dried up and Ila felt herself getting more and more interested in his naked body. Her eyes wandered more and more often over his strong chest and arms to his cock hanging between his legs. He grabbed her tender hand in his big one and pulled her along and she followed. He lifted her like she was nothing, and she soon landed nicely on the soft bed, she smiled enjoying the harmful landing. Furthermore, he pulled her hand to his cock, and she could feel it throbbing gently. Ila was interested in it, she wanted to get a closer look, and she was soon to get just that." Yes sir." she said confirming she understood. He's calling her a princess made her feel even lesser than before since it showed how far she had fallen. From the top of the world to a common whore. She was about to lose her virginity, and it scared her, yet she had no choice, and she was curious. She had heard her maids talk about their sexual adventures, not that they had spoken directly to her about it, but she had overheard their giggles and blushes. James told the little elf to begin, and she got up on all four and positioned herself from the side of James stroking his cock in her little hands. She didn't take her eyes of it and observed with big round eyes how it grew. She wanted to know what it tasted like so she leaned in and took a lick of the top. The newly bathed cock tasted like any skin and not much but the feel of skin against her tongue made her do it again. Her slim tongue taking short licks of the top. She wondered if this really was what he wanted her to do, she felt embarrassed and stupid sitting like this. She licked it once more. There were many things in Arboreal that were taken and simply known as fact. One could not out drink a dwarf, an orc would just as soon kill you as look at you, and even females were the best and most desired lovers in all the Kingdoms. So though he had one in his possession, for all intents and purposes, Ila was a blank slate or block of clay, to be molded and used as he saw fit. The fact that she was royalty had no bearing on it whatsoever and if James had saved a human woman her debt to him would be the same. The way her eyes grew wide and round as she watched his cock grow, it made James smile. He was a well-endowed, even for a human, his 10" length more than she had ever seen and her delicate and slender hand, even with her long even fingers, barely able to wrap about his entire girth. The fact she seemed so fascinated only spurred James on and as she bent forward to lick he encouraged." Yes Ila. Just like that my Pet."he told her and his one hand came to stroke her long brunette hair, and he pulled her down a little." Keep licking. Ah... there, you see? It is pleased with you."he told her and pointed out the thick clear drop of precut the oozed from his tip and he said,"Catch it and taste it."and would watch as she did so." Now, but the head in your mouth and lick it, suck it."he said, and throbbed gently in her grasp. Meanwhile, his hand caressed her cheek, like he was comforting her, and he spread his knees wider to give her better access. His hand slipped down her body from her hair, to caress down her side and hip until he reached her ass, and he leaned up and caught her thigh and pulled her a bit closer, angling her so he could explore her with his hand and especially his fingers." Keep licking and sucking that cock, Pet."he told her as his fingers slid up her creamy inner thighs and found her hairless smooth cunt."Oh, that is very nice." James said and rubbed her pussy, feeling how soft she was, how small and vulnerable, and he let his middle finger slide between her pussy lips to see how soft and wet she was, and she was starting to put off a little more heat." Your body knows what it wants." James told her, and with his other hand he pushed her mouth down over his cock, forcing her to take a few more inches, though she only got a couple past the thick swollen head before he could feel the back of her throat a good 6–7 inches still outside of her sweet even mouth." We'll have to work on that."he told her. Elves didn't see sex as a way of pleasure but a way of intimate art. A way of creating feelings yet in a cultural way. It was a high honor for normal even females to be picked out by the royal male elves to be royal pleasure mistresses. Yet Ila, who belonged to the female side of the royal family did get no such treatment. Elves, famous for their culture and many traditions. So now, that she got the chance to experience sex and with such an exotic and handsome man as James was it made a much bigger impact on her. She felt a lust grow inside of her to tease and play around with the large muscular man. If she was to describe it she would have described it as if she felt like a cat, and the games had just begun. Ila jumped over the cock and placed her soft lips on the top of its head and sucked in the precut. It tasted salty, a taste elves wasn't normally used to because of their more vegan lifestyle. She put her tongue out in surprise as she lifted her head from the big cock. "Taste funny..." she said and blushed, her cheeks getting a health red color. James told her to put it in her mouth, and so she did. She glanced up at him a little unsure of what to do with her lips pouting out, wrapped around his cock. He pulled her by her legs so that they now laid in opposite direction as she started sucking on the cock, her soft flesh in his hands. Ila sucked on the head with her tongue licking it from inside her mouth. Her feet were up in the air behind her as her hair was a mess all around her now that it had started to dry. She felt James' hand between her legs, on her pussy, and it gave her a tickling sensation throughout her whole body. Ila closed her eyes and let out a girly "MMH!" as she felt him inside of her. She had never before felt anything like it. James had his finger inside of her and could feel how tight and wet she was. With that he pushed her deeper on his cock, and she could feel it fill up her small mouth. As it pushed against her throat she believed it couldn't go any further in, but she head on James' voice that he had other plans for her. She didn't even have half of it inside of her, and she couldn't imagine how she would ever be possible to get anything more in. Yet she didn't want to stop because she didn't want James to stop, his middle finger barely inside here yet for her, it was enough. She loved it. As Ila's tiny little pussy started to heat up and started to dribble her juices on his finger, jams smiled and used his other hand still in her hair to shove her down more, his cock penetrating her throat before he pulled her back up and let her get a breath before shoving her back down again. All the while just the tip of his middle finger played along her tight entrance, never fully penetrating her. If she was virginal he was going to claim that with his cock." Very good Princess. You're a quick study."he told her and shoved her mouth back down over his cock again while his finger played at her hole and then his thumb rubbed her even smaller upper entrance, pressing at her tiny dot of an asshole." We have a lot of you to break in my little cock slut." James said with a laugh. A sudden movement had him shove her down on his cock again, and she managed to get about six thick inches this time, her mouth stretched obscenely wide, her lips stretched, and her teeth just barely scraping. But it wasn't how she was stretched that he was interested in." Choke on it."he told her, almost snarling. He wanted to hear her choke, to gag on his cock. As it was, her blushing face was no longer blushing, but turning red from lack of oxygen, and her throat worked around his member like a clenching pussy as she struggled for air and the veins in her neck popped out a bit, her eyes watering and tears streaming down her cheeks now. James pulled her off and admired the thick ropes of saliva coating his dick, and then said,"Go back down, little kitten, and keep choking yourself on it."he instructed and slapped her cheek as she started to go back down, then slapped the back of her head as she took his thick meat into her mouth, her even ears bright red and burning. If only the royal family could see their Princess now, choking on the cock of a human knight like a common whore. Ila felt the top of the head push deeper than she knew was possible. Her throat got wider as it searched its way inside as she was unable to do anything. As he pulled her up from the cock she let out a "guard!" but was soon forced down back on the thick rod. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter from the teasing James did to her with his finger gently playing around her pussy lips. She went up and down once more on his cock, grasping for air each time, saliva dripping from her lips. She let out a mumbled moan over his cock as he now also showed interest in her asshole. At first the feeling of his thumb was a nice touch but as he started pressing at the tight hole it became uncomfortable. She couldn't resist though, she was way too busy with his cock. She now knew the word princess meet nothing as he also called her cock slut. He was degrading her with not only his actions but also his words as he played around with her. Most knights would never even dream of what James now had, not only was she a princess but also an elf. There were not many women of her position in the world. Once more she went up for air just so she could go down on his cock. Her lips were messy with saliva hanging in chunks between her lips and his cock, but it felt easier and easier to do what she did for each time he let her up so she could go back down. This time she got deeper on it, and she started to gag on it, the shaft looked unnatural in her tiny mouth. She couldn't help but choke and gag on it. "Sarah Sarah Gregg" could be heard from the woman humiliated over James' crotch. She wanted air, she wanted out. Her head was getting Missy, her mind started to drift away. She was crying but she barely noticed, she was about to pass out. Then he let her off, she got air. Her face was messier than ever before. She looked like a whore, and she struggled for air, for anything. Her eyes wide open in panic. He wanted her back down, he was no longer her kind savior. He was now showing his position over her for real. She had earlier mistaken their situation with love, but perhaps this was not that. She started go down again and he slapped her. Then when she had it in her mouth he slapped the back of her head so she was forced quickly further down on the cock that now was seven inches in. She moved up but remembered what he had commanded her and not daring to anger him in this position she went up and down on the cock, deep throating and aging on it between five and six inches. All she could get out while doing so was a "guerilla gash great Utah..." her head moving up and down like a machine mixed with the purpling sound of saliva and precut in her throat. Oh, those lovely sounds coming from her throat! James' little even fuck whore! HisPrincessfuckwhore. He groaned his pleasure as her throat was fucked, and she choked and gagged on him. As was her place. One strong hand held her down, once more cutting off her air, and before she could protest much his thumb pushed into her ass, and he pressed it in and out of that almost impossibly tight hole, that ring of muscle clenching around the invading digit. Pulling that thumb out of her ass he jerked her up off his cock, thick ropes of saliva cascading out of her mouth and down her chin and onto her tits and still connecting in strands to his cock and James practically lifted her and forced her to his back, his body between her knees as he slipped his thumb into her mouth." Taste your ass Princess and let me know you like it."he growled and with his other hand he guided his cock to her tight even cunt and rubbed his bulbous cock head over her swollen lips and dripping slit. James did this for the longest time, long after he'd pulled his thumb out of her mouth, and he simply loomed over her, her legs spread wide and the soft sounds of her dripping pussy being rubbed by his cock was all you could hear in the room.*sheik-shlik-shlik*James waited. He knew that eventually she would give in. He could feel how hot she was, how wet, how utterly ready... and soon enough she would beg for it, plead for it, try to get him to fill her with his cock by any means... and he had yet to decide if he would do it. A hand came down, slapping across her sensitive tits, right across her nipples, before he sat back a bit, on the head of his cock now touring her, leaking precut onto her swollen clit as he used both hands to grab her nipples, squeezing hard and pulling, seeing her breasts distend and the soft flesh yield and come to points as he pulled and pulled, almost hard enough to lift her off the bed by her breasts and nipple - before he finally let go and let her relax, her breasts jiggling as they went back to their normal shape and jams smiled. He then went back to rubbing his hot hard throbbing cock all over her pussy. Ila barely knew what was happening as she had the big cock deep down her throat. Her mouth was wide open, yet her lips were tightly around the shaft. Her eyes were open, yet her vision was disappearing from the lack or air. Everything was going black, and her head felt as if it was all over the place, numb. She saw again when he pushed his thumb into her ass, the burning pain of her ass being penetrated for the first time by an outside force. It was as if her body wanted to tell her to fight it but all she could do was letting out a twitch, totally harmless to the big man. He was teaching her, and it was only a matter of time until she would beg for him to put his fingers inside her. She got air and she grasped for air. She spit saliva that had gotten slimy from the aging and mixing with precut, her face was a wet mess. It was as if someone had poured a glass filled with the liquid over her mouth. She didn't really recover from the lack of air before she was on her back. James could lift and move her like if she was nothing more than a pillow. His thumb was put into her mouth and she could taste the discussing taste of her ass in her small saliva filled mouth. She hated the taste, yet he told her what to say, and she was scared to say anything he may not like. "I like it! I like it! I like the taste of my dirty ass! Thank you sir!" she said quickly, once more a thing she would learn to love with time. One does not become a fuck doll overnight, it is something that needs preparation. As she spoke a bubble of saliva formed between her messy lips, bursting as she spoke. She was a wreck. Ila looked up at James towering over her with tired pleading eyes. He teased her, and she had started to moan from the touch of his cock over her pussy. The slippery sound didn't make it better. She could soon not help herself from biting her lower lip as an unspeakable lust spread through her. He slapped her and the sudden pain made her lose control, she couldn't take it. He played with her breasts and nipples and the pain made her scream, yet it felt good. She couldn't explain it, but she liked it when he hurt her." Please stop!" she first said but did she really want him to stop? "I don't mean for you to stop..." she corrected herself, "but I can't take it anymore. Please, give it to me!" Her hair had fallen behind her as she laid the in bed like a beautiful artwork, like a dark sun with her head in the center. She moaned, so softly, "It feels too good, I don't understand, I can't take it. It is too much!" being new to the teasing pleasure he filled her with. Smiling down at her James said softly, almost tenderly,"You're a vision, Princess."and in truth she was, her hair fanned out but her face a mess; lips swollen and sticky, lined with glistening saliva and precut from his cock. He would wager she'd never looked so lovely in her life. Down below her pussy grew hotter and wetter and as she cried out that she loved the taste of her own ass, James actually chuckled." Of course, you do! Though if it is dirty well then that is your fault, my love. You did just bathe after all."he cooed to her, and as she gasped and cried out in pain at the rough treatment of her tits he slapped a hand across them again, watching how they jiggled and moved, one side turning red from the slaps." Of course, you need it my love."he said sweetly,"You have a pussy between your legs, do you not? It's crying out to be filled. Drooling to be fed the cock I have for you. I've seen it. It drips down your ass as we speak." James told her and set the tip of his potent shaft at her tight virginal opening. There were a few ways he could do this, but James already knew... I violent thrust of his hips buried most of his cock inside of her, giving her little time to adjust, though her cut squeezed his cock with immensely powerful muscles and fit tighter than a glove. She was so hot and wet, and he claimed her maidenhead without remorse, fresh blood seeping from her pussy as he drew back a little and then thrust back into her again, hard. Her body was not yet ready for all the thick inches he had, but soon.... Ila smiled at him for a short while before he entered her without second thought. Her body was filled with pain and got all tense. This was not what she had been hoping for, she couldn't relax life was horrible. James was huge inside of her, his size made it feel as if she was going to split in half. She felt feelings inside of her in parts she didn't know she could feel. She was no longer attractive for marry, as not being a virgin she was doomed to a life of servant girl. Furthermore, she was dirty, not only her face and body but also her mind. He was making her unclean, yet she had no choice. She got pushed by the force of him entering her and once more for each thrust he made into her. It made her soft breasts bounce quickly up to then fall down again. Her hands gripped for the bed straight out from her body, anything to contain the pain. She screamed, her eyes filled with fear. James at this moment probably felt guilt, yet she would grow used to it. Blood was flowing along her juices. Her back was arching as she screamed, her mouth wide open as her womanly screams never stopped filling the air. Her mind flashed throughout her life and she could not remember one time when she had felt like this before. She wondered if she was going to die, if this was the end of her, tears dripping down her red cheeks. Seven thick inches fit into her tight even puss before he bottomed out and slammed into her cervix. Yet that wasn't the problem. She was impossibly tight almost and wet, so wet and hot. It was the screaming. The incessant screaming." Shut up!" James growled and slapped her across the face and then grabbed her about the throat, squeezing. He choked her, but in an entirely different way than he had with his cock, and this strangled her cries a bit, allowed him to think, and soon pleasurable endorphins flooded her system as it cried out for oxygen and only when she ceased screaming so badly did James relinquish his grip and he roughly grabbed the backs of her legs, his hands pressed to the backs of her knees as he shoved her legs high and wide, her knees by her shoulders and her cunt open for the fucking. And fuck it he did. Grunting with exertion jams slammed into her, wet squelching heard from her dripping seething cunt as he rammed home, and deep within her, that tight core stretched around his throbbing cock, his mushroom head slammed into her cervix again, and again, and again... threatening to penetrate even her womb, and after a few moments, her body plundered and virginity shattered, James once more removed his cock, this time leaving her stretched and empty, muscles tightening almost instantly, but her pussy swollen and red and angry, blood and juices oozing from her as James slapped her legs aside and straddled her chest, his heavy balls resting between her tits as he rubbed his slimy but heated cock head over her lips and the slid it not her mouth." Now you get to taste your own cunt, my sweet even princess."he told her and slid another two inches into her mouth, forcing her to lick herself off his thick meat. Ila could no longer scream as James choked her. His strong hand could snap her neck if he so wanted it to do. Her small, fragile throat was nothing for him. Her thin body was filled with burning pain, her face red from lack of oxygen all the way up to her pointy ears. She no longer felt the pain, she felt like a numb rag doll, her arms and legs bouncing along with his thrusts as he decided to change position of her. He threw her fit yet not very strong legs up so she could touch her knees with her face and she felt like a package with an ass sticking up behind. She was exposed, humiliated, objectified. She was forced to look up at James as he towered over her, she couldn't turn her neck in a comfortable way. James thrust into her like no one ever had, he fucked her like no even man ever could, yet she didn't like it. She didn't like it, but she would learn to love it. If she could see how addicted she would become to this she wouldn't believe it yet deep underneath the numb pain there was another feeling. Was it pleasure? Or was it her virginity, her holiness, escaping her soul through that same hole James used violently? As James took out his cock her pussy was still open, now used to that form. It was a discussing sight. His cock was in her mouth. It tasted like metal from the blood and like fish from her womanly juices. She didn't care, she was only happy it was over. If only James could be finished with her, she would be able to relax, to fall asleep and hopefully never wake up again. The cock was so slippery in her mouth, her saliva covered lips around it. She closed her eyes, tears falling. James could tell she was not enjoying herself and frankly, he didn't care. His pleasure was paramount and her feelings, whether they were joyous or miserable, were secondary. She was a collection of holes for his pleasure at the moment, and he intended to use her as such. So as he thrust in and out of her mouth he could feel his pleasure building." Have you ever seen a man reach his pleasure, Princess? Seen him spill himself and known that it was because of you? For you? Well, you're about to."he informed her and continued to fuck her mouth, forcing a bit more in until he heard her gag." Damn I love that sound."he said with a smile and his balls twitched. Watching her face he took pleasure in how her mouth wrapped around his cock, and it wasn't long before James grunted his pleasure and erupted. His cock throbbed and pulsed, the first thick rope of cum jettisoned from his tip and hitting the back of her throat, though he pulled out of her mouth then to watch the rest spurt out over her mouth and nose, her chin and one cheek, decorating her face, and then he dribbled onto her neck and chin as he emptied himself. Ila felt like a doll, her body numb and senseless. She shook her head as he asked her his question. She didn't know what it meet for a man reaching his pleasure, yet she felt like he was doing it for her. It was her body which had got him to this mysterious scary point. The cock in her mouth started pulsing like never before, and it started shooting out its liquid into her small mouth. She started ganging, choking on the cum now blocking her air ways. By instinct, she swallowed. The liquid, all new to her, now flying over her instead of inside of her. It seemed like it never stopped coming, strains of cum landing over her saliva covered skin. Ila's mouth was half open, the sticky lines hanging from her slutty face. Her eyes looked up into James', they asked him if he was done. She wondered if she could clean up, leave him for the day and perhaps cry in a corner. She wanted to get outside, feel the grass between her naked toes. Furthermore, she wanted to feel the wind in her hair. Furthermore, she felt caged, like a bird, and she wanted to fly again. Ila's forest green eyes were begging him yet being humble, understanding of her position. She never wanted to do this again, never like this. James finished and groaned, rolling off of her and to the bed, chest heaving." That was nice."he said, his spoken feeling about the counter so different from her own, though there was no way for him to know. In moments, he was asleep, snoring soundly. The man was soon asleep next to the beautiful elf. Ila couldn't sleep, she hated him and herself. She hated the world and everything with it. The hate filling her body made her sick, but it made her not want to stop. She wanted to be angry, and would use this anger to drown the world in flames. Ila swore she would destroy every elf, every man who had ever done her anything wrong, and she was to start with James. She stood up, cum and saliva in her face as her hair was floating in the air perfectly, unnaturally. The cabin was quiet, there was no sound at all. Ila looked down on the muscular man and soon found herself with his sword in her hands. She didn't remember picking it up, and it was lighter than she would believe it to be, she didn't know why put perhaps it was the anger. She raised the sword above her head and naked body, not letting her eyes leave James body and whispered, "Tam on á DI AKT mi Sal!" Her voice was strong and flowing with power, the words in elvish as her native tongue was meaning 'thank you for awaking me'. Metal hit flesh and blood covered the room. She raised the sword again and swung it down towards his body, and again and again and again. She cried, but she didn't stop.-------------------Ila woke up, grasping for air with lungs demanding oxygen now. Her body was sweaty as she sat in the round bed, her body felt weak and ill. Her mind rushed around, trying to put all the pieces together. She was in the cabin, but where were the blood or James? She put a hand to her face, and it was clean, dry and soft skin met her gentle hand. Furthermore, she had no pain in her lower parts neither in her lips. It had been all a dream, she leaned back and laid down once more relaxed and grateful. It didn't go many seconds before Ila sat up once more, something was missing. Where is James she asked herself and decided to investigate. She was awake and didn't want to sleep right away anyway. She felt lonely after her nightmare, in need of comfort so she started to crawl over to the side of the bed. Furthermore, she sat on the side, her naked body in the moon light finding its way through the window and shining over her skin. Her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor and she saw him. He was sleeping on the floor, in his own home. At first Ila didn't understand, but it went up for her that he had not touched her at all, he had left her with the only bed while he took the cold hard floor. She smiled a warm smile of how nicely he was treating her and she who just some minutes ago wanted to kill him. The woman stood up and took a blanket from the bed, the sweat over her body had about now dried up. James was naked as well, sleeping deeply when Ila covered him the blanket and made sure it would keep him warm. She then went to bed back in the round bed without it. The night was cold, and she couldn't fall asleep, she shivered and turn, crawled up into a ball to keep her heat. She didn't understand how James could have endured it, it was impossible for her to fall asleep. Perhaps she was still worked up about her dream, perhaps she was cold, but it was impossible. Ila therefor once more got up but this time she crawled in under the blanket next to James, his skin against hers warm and welcoming. It didn't take long before Ila fell asleep with her head resting against his arm. She once more felt safe. What if it hadn't been a nightmare, what if it was a vision of what could have been? The Princess was traumatized. That much Wei clear, and James held to his Knightly Tenets and took care of her as best as he could. He refrained from bathing her or seeing any more of her naked flesh than he had to. The temptation there was great, and all men knew the tales and legends surrounding even women and how they were Arboreal's best lovers. So he had insisted that she bathe separately and he found an old gown for her. It was not as nice as the one she'd had, but until they found a town, and they could buy her some traveling clothes it would have to do. The gown had been his wife's, but she wouldn't be needing it anymore... James had bathed quickly and efficiently, emerging with tingling skin and had stoked the fire for their morning meal and to keep them warm overnight. The warm bed had called to him, but Ila had already claimed it, and he'd vowed to never share a bed with another woman except his wife. So he'd settled on the floor.-----​James was unaware of the dilemma in the bed above and behind him, nor the acts he committed against Ila in her mind. It made him no better than the orcs he had saved her from, save for the fact he didn't butcher her and throw her in a pot. So when Ila slipped down onto the floor and snuggled into him the Knight turned into her and without waking he pulled her close a single word on his lips, "Valeria..." A sigh escaped him then and his lips pressed gently to Ila's shoulder. By the time James awoke the sun was up and could be seen filtered through the curtained windows. Rubbing his eyes and looking a little confused at the nubile form of the female elf it took James a few moments to remember what had happened. Her state of undress caused his eyes to slip over her form and James sighed. Pushing up from the floor James could tell he'd awakened like so many men, his shaft rigid and his bladder screaming. Stepping outside he moved to the treeline and emptied his bladder, and went to see Brass, patting the big horse, the destroyer glad to see him. The mental link they shared allowed James to know that the animal was curious, almost wondering if James had taken a new mate. James gently scolded the animal but got him some fresh oats and then headed back to the cabin. Like it did with all things, the cabin provided. There was never a need to gather firewood nor food, and James found a half dozen eggs, a generous portion of ham, some potatoes, and half a dozen biscuits waiting for them, as well as cold clear water. James went to observe the Princess a moment, and reached down, kneeling beside her to gently shake her shoulder." Princess. Wake up. We must break our fast and get moving. Princess..." Ila fell asleep but just before her mind disappeared to a much safer and calming dream she heard the name Valeria. The name got stuck in her head and she dreamed about it. In her dreams she saw James with a woman on a field, but he was much younger. His body wasn't scarred as now and more smooth. He was smiling. She woke up to James' voice but she at first she didn't understand who it belonged too. She believed she was home in the even royal castle. Furthermore, she could almost hear the pouring of waterfalls mixed with birds singing in the morning, but it was all in her head. Furthermore, she was smiling but as soon as she understood where she was the smile disappeared from her lips and she felt cold so she had no problem waking up. She looked up at James while she laid on the floor and tears took form in her eyes. "I'm so sorry for thinking so badly of you!" she said as the tears started their journey down her soft skin. "You are so kind to me and I haven't done anything back for you!" she was sobbing now as she laid there naked on the floor. She wanted nothing more than to get moving and get out of here for another place and to thank James in any way. She told herself there and then to make sure he wouldn't think of her as ungrateful, yet she would wait, this was not the time or place. The outburst from Ila was concerning and James, clad only in his undergarments, grabbed a blanket from the bed and bent to wrap the even princess in, covering her naked form and pulling her close. He was never one to deny another being comfort if he could provide it." Think badly of me?"he asked, his confusion evident." Ssshhhh.... it's ok. Just relax. Everything is fine."he assured her and just rocked her gently for a few moments." Calm Ila. Calm yourself. All is well."he crooned to her, and held her cradled in his arms as one might a child, though she was a woman, and likely older than him by a good bit." Come. I have some clothing you can borrow until we can purchase more for you. We have a breakfast waiting, and then we should get going."he told her softly. He was sure that there were to be other elves out looking for her and the longer they stayed stationary the more likely they were to be found. The cottage would protect them from crying of all sorts, and even the most powerful mortal diviners would be unable to find them while they resided inside of it. However, once outside there was nothing to shield them and staying moving was important. The rest of the morning passed peacefully besides the incident of Ila breaking out in tears. She had gotten a white dress to big for her small frame, yet it was the only thing available. She believed it belonged to Valeria, yet she didn't ask about it, some things are best left alone. After eating a small meal yet not being able to finish it before feeling full and slightly ill Ila prayed to the seven fathers and mothers of the forest. She sat whispering to herself in her own language believing James couldn't understand her. She asked them to not only take care of her but also to take care about him, it was the best she could do to care for him for now. They soon were back on horseback and once more Ila sat before James constantly gliding backwards pressing against him as they moved slowly over roads and bridges. Her long hair hung down one of her shoulders and she gently jumped up and down along the movement of the big horse, Ila had a tight grip of the mane of the horse still unused to its size. "Where are we going?" she finally asked James and if someone would see them she could easily be mistaken as his daughter. Dressed in the larger dress she looked even smaller. Personally she felt like she was very slowly shrinking in it as it was no use adjusting it while sitting on the horse so it just got worse and worse. James had made sure to cover her as best he could, and he realized, as she did, that she looked more like a daughter than a full-grown woman. That was good, and could work in their advantage. James had even told her to wear her hair down to cover her ears. It really wasn't much of a disguise, but it would have to do for now. Brass didn't mind the grip on his mane and looked back now and then as if checking on her himself. The question of where they were going was a good one." If we stay on this path it will take us to Grand Falls."he informed her. Grand Falls was one of the few settlements that housed both humans and elves, living peacefully in coexistence. There, neither his presence nor hers, would raise a fuss - so long as nobody would recognize her." We can resupply and get you some clothing. Maybe even find work for a week or so to earn enough to get you your own horse. You can ride, yes?"he asked her. Grand Falls was the perfect place to blend in, and they could make some coin before heading back out. James tried to help with the dress as they rode and apologized softly for it, though there was no fault in it." I'm sorry Princess, for not providing adequate clothing, I simply don't have anything smaller."he told her and pulled the dress up once again. Her body was small and athletic, and as he sat behind her, it was hard not to become aroused. Not because she was trying to seduce, but simply because her soft warm backside was pressed to him. James could not always control his reaction, as with most men, but he certainly controlled his urges and made no untoward advanced, either in word or deed, as they rode along the forest pathway.

The Knight and The Damsel; Into the Unknown (Haru_Anna)|rating:2.0

Bound by Chains (Master_slave_fantasy rp) OOC

Bound by Chains Welcome to the IOC Walking in the large trading house you see many slaves lined up against the walls, all bound by chains, some are tidy, you figure they are the obedient ones, and others are bloody and covered in bruises, the not so obedient ones. Walking up to what looks like a front counter, the man behind the desk smiles at you and welcomes you. (Slaves) The man tells the person that had walked you to unchain you and takes you to the ‘examining room’. (Masters) The man bows before moving away and asking you what you would like to purchase today. Here is where you can post ether things related to the Role Play or off-topic stuffs tooling to RP: castle lay out ^^ : (still in the making :P)floor 1- the viewing room:floor two-main bedrooms:Floor three-bath room:floor Four-extra bedroom and what ever ya want:(still coming.) w00t! I found it! Yes I'm proud of myself. . . I get lost easy. Ya, so if we could make sure to try and stick to some sort of day/night timeline that would be good for the Wolfe. Or maybe, since your the RP God, you can just say when it's night.Anything's good just as long as I know it's nifty time. Cause then he gets all fortified. Well I was thinking maybe go by pages..... something like every 5 pages it will become night?does that sound okay? That may not work since it all depends on how slow or fast things are going. I was also wondering if perhaps I could make another Master character, perhaps a sister or family member of your character. What do you think? Sounds great, I could give you a bit of background info on Vince if you like, he is a bit of a weird character ^^ XD, and he is always told off for not treating his slave the "proper way" XD That would be great, you could just pm it to me sometime and build a relative for him, lol what's the link to the page the rps on? @broadway_princessxo34 is where the actual Ring is done. Join us! It's fun and we need more masters. 3 thanks for that Wahhabi ^^ no probs. 3 HAHAHA MORE RING!!! :dies from headache:: XD Lola, that's the way ^^ heeheehee. It was fun last night when we all had a back and forth going. :) indeed ^^ lets hope everyone's on later :P We don't use the IOC very much yet, do we? No not really I was going to point hat out, but it's here if anyone needs it ^^ How the hell do you buy slaves? Ethic is wondering that XD Asia (my character) bought her slave by talking to Vincent (Venous' character), but Aya (Brazen) might be able to help, too. I don't know. I'm sure Aya could help with slave purchases unless Venous wants Vinny to handle all slave transactions which I understand. n.n anyone that works in the castle can purchase the slaves ^^ so you can really do as you please ask Vince or Aya or just role play that you get some random worker to help with the purchase :DP. S I'm real sorry but I find it VERY hard to get on the net on the weekends so I am really sorry for those who have to wait for me :'(Sweetness. Hey Vex, it's cool. We all have other things to do. No big deal. n.n yay I'm not in trouble XD BAH! Like you would be. :shakes fist:: yeah, no worries venous. :) Haha haha Lola i now but this role play is about other people to, so i want to make sure I'm doing the right thing ^^ You do a good job. No worries. I think you are doing the right thing, Venous. I agree w/ Brazen; you're doing a good job. ’D days *dances* Whoa, I think every slave will get their time to shine here. First Panel now Navy... Who's next? :P Yeah, it is so hard of creating a RP and keeping track of what goes on and such. I am on another site and it is so hard to be the creator of a thread. I knows but you can't help but love logging on and have 15 PMS XD Lola I felt loved he-he That part is fun. What's not, so fun is getting stuck for 4 pages. XD true or having to find were you last posted (until you relies you can just search 'your posts') I did that once *shame* I do that, but it can't find me sometimes. I feel invisible when it does that... *emo moment* So now I don't feel bad knowing that you guys have done that too... When I first joined I was getting so frustrated and gave up trying to respond on simple forum posts because I could never figure what my last one read was. XD we all do it, it's why I think most of us try to get on as much as we can so we can keep up ^^ lol Maybe so? I just get all excited about being on with everyone else and going back and forth. It's like waiting for Christmas day. ... I'm ridiculous. Me? =3 hi guys, just joined, with my first official post~ i didn't quite know how o post you're going to get examined... so I just figured she would be like a teen on crack, all dizzy and falling asleep like XD It's cool. We all just improvised with it too. n.n You did good. Welcome by the way! Thnks for the welcome, and I guess I did good o.o leaving my character totally off the world o.o XD Eh, I haven't made the mistress Aya do anything for a bit, actually. Whoops. Make her visit me? XD OH HEY! That's actually a good idea!!! And Diamond would be a perfect fit for Aya. She's supposed to be the sweetheart, unlike Navy. Sgt;.Sgt;; ^^; yeah buy me before mar rock buys me please XD i don't want to heal a poor elf's limb again and again until the poor thing turns insane XD Still a funny thought... XD Well Aya has to meet her first. I think I'll post that later though because I've been a on way too long and need to go get some sleep. Eek! Yeah, sleep before role-play, think about your health sweetheart its 11 AM where I am now so yeah XD Oh wow. O. O; It's about well four Am on the dot here. Lol I think I will. See you on later? I promise to make Aya come meet Diamond. n.n that's a damn promise >:P NOM NOM NOM!!! Aya is meeting Diamond!!! I told you I promised. Mm. Teehee~ XD ((My last post, all. Sorry if it seems rushed and if it doesn't fit with anything already written (I didn't have time to read the pages of what was written). If it doesn't fit just dismiss it. I said I'd take care of getting rid of Asia, so this is her leaving. Later, guys! )Asia fed willingly for the first time. By the end of it, the teenage boy Panel had sent up was limp on her bed. Had it not been for how cold his skin was as she lay him down, she could have believed he was only asleep or, at worst, passed out. Holding her hand to her mouth, she stared at him for some time. As a child, Asia remembered hearing her parents frequently complain of a “blood sucking” great uncle of hers living somewhere in Paris. Though he seemed to be incredibly old, he out lived everyone. Perhaps she was not the only vampire in her family. Perhaps she could find him. There was no way she could continue living like this. He could help her. He would help her. Hadn't he sent her all those letters, though they were always intercepted by her parents? As an adult, she just never felt curious enough to open them, and for her parent's memory left the letters unopened.“It's decided then,” she thought. Pulling a sheet of paper from her desk she scrawled a letter out and pinned it to her door, just under the plank that read, “Asia.”“Panel, I'm sorry to leave you so suddenly. You've done nothing wrong, but I can't stay here. Do as you see fit. You can be free if you'd like. If for some reason you are not ready to live on your own, please turn yourself into Vincent. He'll know what to do, I'm sure. Please give my regards to everyone. Kindly, Adia” As Asia left, wondered vaguely what life would have been had she stayed in the castle, and she hoped that her life outside of it would be a good one. I feel like crying :'(CYA Wahhabi'm keep your profile here if you Eva want to come back Quote: [IMG right] Username: Wahhabi I am a: (Secret) Vampire My name is: Asia Ainsworth I am What I am because: (Master) While wealthy and opposed to slavery, her recent Vampires caused her hired servants to flee. Frightened and desperate, she wants a slave for numerous reasons: the first of which being companionship (she doesn't do well amongst the high class parties she attends). Another important reason being protection. I have the ability to: (3 abilities max) She is currently unaware of her abilities, as she's been a vampire for less than a week and is afraid to explore her new identity. What I would like in a slave: (collars you wants 5 max) Orange, Violet, Gray, Blue What I think a slave should do: (Items they have 3 max) Protect, Sing, Clean (but all she REALLY wants is the protection. The rest are pluses). Bio: Asia was born into wealth and raised with a strong moral compass (to always do what is best for as many people as possible). Very recently, she became a vampire. She is in intense denial over being a vampire. She avoids situations that would bring about obvious symptoms of her new vampire status, and has refused to feed. This starvation drove her temporarily mad, and she attacked her cook in the kitchen, feeding off of him. When she came to herself, she discovered her estate empty of all but herself and the cook's corpse. Sooo what's going on in the RP right now? I just joined and 67ish pages is a lot to read through lol XD okay, so there is a ball on atm/soon, so Vincent has set all the slaves free to attend it, it's about to start and people should really be getting ready for it, so I'd say it's about midday basically the slaves are to dance with masters, or other slaves in order to show them selves off, so Vincent can get more sales, he's kinda money hungry XD lol so should my Charlie just be at the ball chained up or something?? Nope, get fancy! I was going to get a couple of the slaves to help prepare food and serve then and stuff, but none are chained for the night, anyway come morning you'll all be chained again mwhahahahaha lol I'll do my best. I'll post in a second, tell me what you think! Not quite sure how to fit myself in... haha Psst! Psst! Aya can grab you! n.n If you need an in. lol anything to work with would be wonderful! Lol I liked your post by the way. n.n Aya is just hanging out in the entrance for meeting any of the ball goers if you want to wander into her. She's kind of stuck there till Vincent takes over. Lol oh great, my poor Did will be chained if she doesn't find a master T. T and she just likes to move so many~! -sigh- i didn't know there was one of these D: thanks for telling me, um uh Serena is really passive and takes a lot of shit for people, and she's submissive so it works. Hmm... for all the masters, above information is a small piece of how the new character will be~ =3 But yeah, my character is the caring type who couldn't take disappointing anyone. And would do anything to help ^^; haha mine kinda is TTO, her pain to pleasure power she mainly used on hospital patients to give them relief. [she's innocent really, lost rejected and confused. D; Well, I guess I got that point ^^; But mine wouldn't take 'shit' from people, probably burn their hands off o.o XP But yeah, feel free to talk to my character one accepted =D she loves helping, soothing and what not as long as it makes others feel better~ aww I don't want to be chained up. Guess I better find a master too! Or at lest try yummy char will be a wreck once she gets put in the examination room"holy crap what's going on who are these people?!?!" However, when she's scared she can't really speak, so telepathic talking will be A-Go. XD Hmm, I hope I get bought! I have quite the abilities, for nice masters and evil masters o.o Healing and magic, she knows more spells than your vocabulary knows words ;P And she could care for a depressed master that wants a slave for attention or anything like that. I mean, be creative! XP he-he uhh, Chivy said she might buy me :P. I'm thinking of making a master character too, but i want to get a hang for the RP before I make another character. In a INN RP that I'm in I have 3 characters. Ugh, he said he might buy me too >.> but because he wanted to get the hang of it, he wanted to leave me open for others ^.^; so I am quite available everyone XP through I would be useful to keep his experiments alive o.0 lol wellhopefuuly I get a hang quick and ill make this broken master for you to heal oh you don't need to make one for me XD I like having my character roam the castle, Vex might just put her free to do stuff o.o ^^ uh but I have a character in my head. A one strong warrior who had a curse put on him and his bone deteriorate over time and frequently break, he needs very frequently healing and requires slaves with healing to do so :P ooh interesting ^^ HHH it just popped in my head. Yeah, but you wouldn't bring her back once she lifts the curse, would you? o.0 She has a few books all about magic soon >.> she would prob find a cure XD that all sounds fascinating... I wish I was that creative.... Vex just wanted to play so her bounty hunter Angel came after my girl... eh... oh well... IDK if anyone would pick me as their slave... she's too hyper Hmm, Don't ask me >.> And I always pick the same character, so I'm not creative at all! XD well we could say there's no cure and the curse is bound by a multitude of magic, unbreakable. Or It's designed to only be able to be lifted by the person who cast it. The last one then =3 that sounds more logical to me. =3 i don't really know how to enter so I hope I did it ok. I had the same problem... I think it worked ok... they just told me slaves are supposed to get ready for the ball... you can bump into Lyra if you want ok ill do throne :P XD welcome aboard, I thought I better come say hi and ask how are ya, so umm how are ya? XD hope you enjoy the RP Hello Jesse! Welcome! ^.^ Its funny how lexer got tossed around o.o now she's masterless XD But oh well, who knows where she might end up now? Time will tell o.o Ya never know. n.n that was the whole idea, it's not all that fun being a master and a slave as one person, it was good in the being to get stuffs going but hey till will live it up a little I hopes, and vine gets to be the love sick puppy dog who wants the elf he can't have mwhahahahai feel mean to my character O.o BE mean to your character!!! ROFL!! Such a weird thing to do, but you're doing it well. I hope so, i at least want to make it interesting for people to read Holloway I'm really logging off now XD bye byes I'm working on a master now :P hmm >.o every master is welcome ^^; the masters we have right now don't buy slaves or are not online at all (except for mar rock and VIN...)) Quote: [IMG right] Username: JessehBoo I am a: White Elf. Stopped aging at 17 but is truly 1374. My name is: Elysian Token (El-EE-ree-ah-nah Toe-ken) I am What I am because: I came from a very powerful and rich Even family, I was the firstborn daughter of my father. At age 8 I was stolen from my family by a group of Dark elves. Their kingdom was at war with mine at the time. While prisoner one of the guards took a liking to me, I accepted the Dark Elves, and agreed to stay there if let free to walk the kingdom. After a few years they let informed me I could leave whenever I pleased, the war was over. Though I told my father I did not wish to return home. I had never left my kingdom and the experience was too fascinating. For many years I traveled becoming more and more intrigued by the outside world. With the riches I had someone approached me, offering me a Neo slave he was dragging behind him. Shaking my head I refused, the though of being a master seemed odd in my head, but I wondered. The thought of a slave slithered its way into my mind. In later years I purchased some slaves, the power of feeling dominant was riveting, the feisty ones were my favorite. My heart was slowly being darkens, becoming lustful. Yet the sweet ones did make lovely pets. Once bored with I slave I set them free and searched for a new one. While in one city I heard news of a Ball at Vincent Manner, to show off his many gifted slaves. Intrigued I decide that if there were exceptional ones at this ball I would gladly take them off the man Vincent's hands. I have the ability to: Immense Healing Powers, Seduce almost anyone; it's an odd power that makes others attracted to her, Can read minds totally unnoticed, (no exceptions). What I would like in a slave: Black and Grey, or White Violet and Orange. What I think a slave should do: Silver ring with a Shield on it, special collar/checker with a red gem, any other ability is a plus. (She does not have the two weapons on her hips. She does however possess this weapon. -Sgt; Chain Scythe.) what do you think?? Hmm... interesting >.o Uh *shrugs*tried to stay away from Vamps. IMA see if your char works with her, if not I got a backup plan :P O.o my char?! XD oh my.... need to watch my char her thoughts then o.o... if I could post before she accepted I'd find you now ;-; I have work at 5, till like 10ish or so. I hope the balls still going my then.HERE Yahweh :P hmm, ill make sure it won't stop XD >D Orly?! XD.> D haha XD.> this is the dress she's wearing :Haha I'm 18-year-old insomniac :P Hamm o. O awesome =3 I might just have to edit a pic later, because I lost a lot of words in the description of my dress x.x But I love editing so it shouldn't bother love the dress you picked, though it isn't really something for a 17-year-old with no chest.... *shrugs she's really 137 the 4 was a mistake, and she like to dress like that :)she has a chest! The picture was just too good not to use D: she does have boobs I swear!edit: in the big version she has boobs ;-; XD had? Those peas on a plate? o.o that dress will hang loose >.> shush ;-; ill just say she has bigger boobs then the pictureNyah~ >: P I figured you would XD ;-; ^.^; Murry work in a hours okay ^^; I want to vex to get onion D:the person I need is on and I need VEX D: because i wanna posted ;-;. That will be in 7 hours.... or later XD grrr I hate working all day how's everyone today :P godhood~ how are you? =3 Lol hey everyone hopefully I'll be able to join you all soon XD hmm, knowing venous if you send a profile now. Maybe 8 hours, and then each day around that time you have a chance to get accepted =D XD I have time on my hands, so I don't mind. Used to waiting though pizza sounds nice XD Lalalalalala ~jumps in the thread~ Vexyyyyy, where are Yousuf, and why aren't you Helena~? Blahh so is the ball still going on?? Sorry I thought I explained to everyone that I can't get online on weekends so I can only role-play during the week....sorry :'(don't hate me please yeah I'd say the ball is still going Nah, we know. You're good. n.n days ^^ OMG! Sdo much reading only 10 more pages to go sigh XD Elysian finally posted :] Yay! ^^ awesome ^^ :) IMA head to bed in a while tho, not sure when Boo! I understand though, sleep is important. Yuuhhh but I'm too happy to sleep Uh, yay!?! And apparently I'm adorable.(Chikumaaa) XDDD WWW night ^^ for when ya do head off :P ill be up a while, want to have Fly talk to Vincent more. Awsome :P sorry I'm slow trying to get the last two floor plans done, speaking of the third is up now ^^ yay :P on to the fourth one ....hmmmmmmmm maybe later I've had enough XD Lola he-he :P so you like Fly so far Expire? Blahh I always manage to miss my change to have Lyra do anything lol she's not a bad character ^^ I do like her :P *juggles venous* well done on the map darling you don't have to use then all the time, after all mine are there as back-ups if people wanna role play with em the only thing I worry about is I've never played a master before... Hamm look at Vincent he's not your normal Master, most of the time. Each person makes their own master, so no matter what it's like it'll be fine coz you're behind the character I hope my silly master gets to join!!! Added ^^ :D I will do my best! You'll do great. n.n we need more masters :P :) I was noticing that.... tee he hey people I know it's random, but how do you all like my new look it took five minutes to test something and I think it's ok what do you all think I like the crown and the staff-? The most. Though I think the background takes away from some of your items and makes them difficult to see. Not bad though, very nice. n.n I love gothic type stuff... its super cuts:heart: yay that means this one is a keeper I'll be sure to fix the background thing thanks for the opinion I was just wondering if my concoction was actually a fashion lol I worry about mine a lot too... Hamm Ah no problem. =3 But if you're happy with it, you should keep it how you want since it is yours. n.n Castellón, I'm jealous at the CI items that you have in your possession. Awww i sorry... want one? I have some Menzies left over Hey what's the one with the big flower it looks so cool that's the... blood lotus. it's got lots of neat stuff :D ugh now I want it I agree, want that lotus. =3 Bahama well maybe I'll do some Christmas shopping for special ppl on here... depending on how this next week goes. My little puppy is getting fixed this week... MY POOR OIL GIRL HAS TO STAY OVERnight AT THE HOSPITAL!!!! MY BAAAAABBBYYYY!!!!!!! OOOHHH PUPPY!!! _; Hope the surgery goes well, and the recovery is speedy, I'm sure it will be. What kind of dog if I may ask. oh, I'm so sorry for her my dog is a guy and neither one of the ways can be painless. Poor little things but he got fixed a while ago so can't compare, but the poor guy couldn't actually sit for about two weeks. She's a coon hound mix :D her name is Nova, and she's the love of my life.... I'll have to put an album of pics up... she's my little pride and joy, and we always cuddle when we sleep so it's going to be hard not having her there :(ACK! 2 whole weeks! MY BABY!!!! I feel so bad for you Ohhhhh!!! I love animals, cute puppy! That'll for sure be tough not having her, for two whole weeks?! Jesus. I wish I had a puppy, I really want a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. :SQUEALS:: My baby is my cat though and always will be. She had surgery earlier in the year in the Summer, but that was just for the day that she was away for. It was eerie having her gone because she loves to cuddle with me and my boyfriend under the sheets and is such a talked. House was way too quiet with her gone. So I can't imagine how that'll feel to have your baby gone for that long. I know her vet will take good care of her... but I miss her. Aww, I love kitties! I want a Savannah cat :D Corgis are super cute too... Also, I put pics of her up :D hmm I love Italian Greyhounds and Australian Shepherds... mostly I love dogs that are really trainable and my little one is super smart They will, they always do. n.n Oh pretty kitty, but they can be a handful I heard. I've never had a dog before so I think I'd start small. Though the corgi is said to be a big dog in a small dog's body. n.n Those are pretty powerful dogs, beautiful if taken well care of too. I'm going to have to go look at your baby now. n.n Maybe I should put pics up of mine. She's a Tortoiseshell Confines. Lt;3 OOO Chinese are a pretty breed :D Nova is going to go into agility training when she gets bigger, and we're going to compete in amateur competitions :D, Thank you. n.n Nova is so cute! I had to show my brother her. Will she get very big then? Very cool that you two will compete, I've always wanted to try that. Best of luck during training and at the future competitions. About 40 or 50 lbs... she'll be a med size dog. Amazingly she doesn't potty the house. She always wanted to go outside... so I never worried about house breaking her lol its just she's hyper... that why we're going to do agility so she can burn off her energy :) I hope I get to see your Purdy little kitten! Ah, decent size. Perfect size for my house. n.n That's awesome that you didn't have to worry about house breaking. Not many get that lucky she must be very smart. Good idea to burn off her energy and that you're willing to do something to help her. My old roommate had a chocolate lab, but she never did anything with him, I ended up having to walk him to calm him down at night. It was sad. I'll have to put some pictures up for ya. I'll go do that quick before I have to get off. Well, if my computer lets me that is. XD dogs can get very destructive if you don't exercise them... you can tell when nova doesn't get her daily walks. That's the winning point of cats is that you don't have to worry about them as much cause their still pretty independent :)tee he ill have to look at the pics in the morning though... gotta go to bed. Ill check before work!!!! ’D :hug: nigh-nights!!!!! Yeah I agree, though my kitty is like a kid. She gets kind of scared when she's alone and starts to do the ungodly Siamese yowl. I've heard her do it when I'm in another room, and she's "lost" me. XD Bah, my computer is being stupid right now. I'll try again later. Sleep tight! Have a good day at work, I should probably go get some sleep too. :Juggles back:: n.n Aw that is so cute! >_> Yes I'm just dropping into the conversation. But aw...silly kitty... UUU!!! YOU CAN'T!!!! XD Kidding! Please do jump in with us. n.n Do you have any furry kids too Parker? OUI, I do. Just one kitty though, she's Siamese (I don't know the English term) But she is crossed eyed, pretty blue eyes... Mersadiese ^^; Ah beautiful! I love Siamese! Mine is only part, she's a Confines. No cross-eyed thing going on. Can I ask where you're from? Hey guys its kittykatastrophe, I can't log in on my other account so is it alright if I use my back-up account? Aaawww it's an adorable cute gray foxy how is the cute little foxy OXY Hello everyone.... haven't really spoken here before. I wanted people to know that I'm still supposed to be in the role-play, I just am kind of stuck in a locked room with somebody who quit the role-play. Any help? Hey Dino! I'm sure that's cool just make a note like China does with their mule to let people know it's you. n.n Hm, well the ball is going on. You could say someone let you out or something, like a handler came along and directed you back downstairs? hmm, what to have Lyra do... I'm out of ideas lol Ve~x! Wo best Du? She's not on the weekends so we make due without her. n.n Hm, I'm sorry I can't help ya out with Lyra. Ish ok she'll find a home someday :heart: XD Oh yes, I'm quite sure she will. Maybe Aya will have to nab her first! NOM NOM NOM! Lyra: nom? I am cancer?/me pets Lyra, yes deary. You is candy :) Aya: "Yes Lyra, you are Vampire candy." ;) Bah, I think I'll head off for tonight since I'm at a stand still with my RP's. Oh well, work early tomorrow anyway. Night all! Night Lucie! Ok... so... my grandma is in the hospital right now and my life is super freaking stressful... I'm going to try to check in daily and everything but if I don't...well. You know why. But I'll really try to stay active Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Lastemoon, your life is way more important than and RP that you can pick up whenever. Go be with your family and take care of yourself, I really hope that your grandma gets better and nothing serious is going on with her. Again, you better take care of yourself as well. Much love to ya! Lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 I agree there's no need for you to neglect your life because of a role-play we can always catch up in the role-play later really. Well I cant do much right now since she lives about 3–4 hours away from me and I have finals next week D: after that my dad is driving overnight from Tennessee to MN, and then we're going to see her together, because the doctors say there isn't anything they can do for her :(is verily stressful Ugh, sad to hear that last, my thumbs up for you and my... ugh... my pinkies for your grandma? =P But I wish you both luck Very stressful situation, I'm sorry Castellón. Where is your grandma being taken care of in MN if you don't me asking? Oh, did the RP die? _; St. Cloud... my aunt lives near here there...there isn't much activity in any of my rps :(Ah, was curious because I'm actually in Minneapolis. Good thing your aunt lives nearby. I know right? Worries me a bit, hope they don't die. I'm waiting for you to reply sorry no way! I'm in Mankato....used to drive to Minneapolis twice a week for belly dancing lessons think the winter time is draining everyone's life forces :(I wish I was in Australia during these times. It's summer there they are overheating instead. Lol sorry molly must've missed your post I'll go look for blah I can't do much without Vincent! yeah, I understand that it's ok lol seriously how long will this ball go on? I need Vincent, so Kali can talk to him ok Anyone know what's going on with Venous? I really don't want to see this RP die. No clue, I've been wondering the same thing. I really hope that she's alright. I miss this RP quite a bit. Sorry for not being on guys, but with it being SO close to Christmas I am finding it really hard to come online, so i won't be on till after Christmas, really sorry I have to do this, it is a Very Busy time of year for me, loves you all ^^ Wishing you a lovely Christmas and a happy new year I'll see ya's all in the new year don't have too much fun without me ^^ and please by all means just drag my characters around if your stuck with me or something again I'm really sorry *cries* I miss ya's too Venous, I am so glad that you are alright. I was beginning to worry something had happened to you. Totally cool we all get busy, I'm sure I'll be off a bit as it closer to the big holidays. See you next year then! XD Have a good holiday! So all, shall we end the ball and move on with the RP? I was thinking I would post the end of the ball while I'm on today, I'll only be on for like the next 10 mins tho you or China are more than welcome to take over my characters till I return, bloody them up or whatever, just don't kill em XD can anyone give me a quick run down of important events that may have occurred i don't have time to read it today? *Clomps in IOC thread* Even if your just on for a little bit to tell us what's what I must give you loving :D mawhahahahaa XD Lola days i got a clomps Than vex.... its one of my favorite songs ... though I have to say I will be having a very painful Christmas so IDK if ill be on either lol... LOVES YA. HAVE A HAPPY HOLIDAYS *juggles everyone* hankies, i has a Chrissy prey for house guys to, but I got finish a mates first :P COOOOOOOLL!! HAVE FUN VERY SWEET! Presents! XD Take care Very, have a happy fun time. ^^ I'll try, once I has my computer for Christmas I can be online at home! *SHOCK HORROR*anyway I'm logging off now, don't want to get my ass busted for being on the internet too much at work XD see ya's after Christmas!!!!!!!!! yay, Venous liiiiiives!!!!!!!!!!!! Is this still open to new players? AHH, NICHOLE! DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! Quote: Originally Posted by Kendra Is this still open to new players? Yes I believe it is. Venous won't be back till after the holidays so it may take time to get your profile up sorry for making you all stuck there O.o my bad Loki is back known, can someone catch me up a bit? Um i haven't been posting much, it's been pretty dead D: hmm mm OK I may read for a while then OK ill await your post so I can answer with Fly :) nothing changed between Angel and her?if not I can post now :P nope :) awesome lol I thought you logged off, lol I need to pass out soon...I'm sick and uh... it's okay, I understand, I need to log off now anyway as I'm at work, and it's home time ^^i'll replied tomorrow until then see ya :(sorry guys.... I'm back. Lots of drama in the real world... lots my comp in the whole mess too.... what's been going on??? Hello. I have a couple questions about sign up. If my character is a slave and has assassin type skills, what type charm should I choose? Also, do I have to be human? I don't mean can I be a vampire or animal of some kind, but could I be an elf or draw? I think you can be whatever you want. I have a witch and shaman and there is an elf. hmm, where is vexed? Quote: Originally Posted by Castellón I think you can be whatever you want. I have a witch and shaman and there is an elf. hmm, where is vexed? Thanks. I'm really interested in this RP. I hope she is on soon :3 Where do I send or put my application? Furthermore, I don't want to accidentally put it here if I'm supposed to send it and vice versa. PM to venous O I know.... I've sent my application in for this role-play, but I've not heard back yet. I was hoping to get a pm back saying I was accepted, so I could start ring. Vexous hasn't been online... for a while as you can see at her profile. ^^; Great... I've applied to two different roleplays and in both ones, the person in charge hasn't been on in a while. Ouch, XD take the ones that have less than 50 posts, then the leader is more often found as quite active. This RP seems like it would be a lot of fun, but yeah, I think I'll hold off on applying until Venous shows up again =3 Smart choice ^_^;

Bound by Chains (Master_slave_fantasy rp) OOC|rating:2.0

Wanderer (Dizzi & Aysande)

That had been a poorly planned take over. No matter the angle she took to look at it, Maeve had blood on her hands. Literally had blood on her hands. She was the pilot of the Wanderer. She had tracked down the prisoner transport, and she had taken a shot at it, disabling it. Furthermore, she had done a good job, but it could have been better. Furthermore, she should have been closer and not allowed the guards inside to prepare so well. Now, she had her hands covered in blood, her captain’s blood. A woman who’s last words had been to get these sons of a bitch of prisoners to the planet, to make some serious dough, and to take care of the Wanderer. She was a great ship. Manning a ship alone, for a pilot that was clueless when it came to mechanics, was easier said than done. Maeve had put the surviving guard into the cells at gun point, taken care of her fallen comrades, and then gone on with the male-harvesting project. They were all cons, definitely not quality material, but back on her home planet, they would fetch a nice price and face the great majority of women still alive. They would have to deal, or they would be used for breeding purposes and not even in a physically pleasant way. It was later on that Maeve showed her face into the corridor with the cells. Of all the people she had access to, all the stasis boxes that she had wired into the ship’s system and the guard in the cell, she decided to see if she would cooperate or if she’d find herself trying to figure out which one was the less dangerous to wake and the most likely to help without taking over. The Wanderer was her ship now, and she had no intent to let it go. Her boots made her entrances less than discreet on the metallic floor. They were basic combat boots, which were mostly hidden by her long loose pants that she were low on her hips. Just out of the shower, her long brown hair were still somewhat damp and hung loosely down her shoulders. The shirt, a standard black t-shirt, was loose on her lean and athletic frame, and only slightly tighter in the chest area. She stood in front of the cell and eyed the guard warily. “How are you feeling?” She asked him, without any form of greeting. The ship that Gray lived and worked in had been destroyed. His fellow guards had been sleeping in the rear of the ship, right where the ship had been struck; Most survived, but those men were the first casualties. By the end of it, Gray soon found himself alone, being armed to the ship that had attacked them and thrown in a cell as the convicts, held in stasis as they headed to the prison planet, were carted in and hooked up to machines that would keep them in stasis. The ship that Gray was in did not come out unscathed; It would not fly for more than a day without breaking down completely. Gray sat in the cell, warm blood cooling on his skin from his fallen comrades an enemy. Three women had taken down the whole ship, they had caught the ship by surprise, but the crew had gathered together to fight them off, at least for a while. Gray ran a hand through his thick, short, black hair, taking off his guards cap and throwing it to the other end of the cell. After a few, what felt like, hours, Gray heard a door open and footsteps coming to him. He looked up at the woman; She was not the captain that had boarded the transport ship first No, this woman was ranked lower. The man was a little surprised at the woman's words, but nonetheless he said, his voice quiet with nervousness, fear of the unknown. "Cold..." He said. His guards uniform, made up of a navy shirt and navy pants were thin, the patches falling off from the fight not too long ago. The guard could not help but wonder what was going to happen to him. “Are you hurt?” she specified. She could do something about the cold, once the systems would be fixed and that’s not something she could do, because she didn’t know how. She would rely on the computer, but that too had been taken out sometimes in the last week or so. The Wanderer needed a real mechanic, something better than Zeta’s fixer-upper job. “Do you need medical attention?” She specified. That’s what her first question had meant. Maeve passed before the cell to head towards the back. One of the cells had been used for storage. Having men on board for an extended period of time, they couldn’t expect the guys to wear the same gear for a month. Stasis guys weren’t an issue. With Zeta and Laura gone, there would be free stasis pods on board, but Maeve had already come to the conclusion that she couldn’t do it alone. Could she trust the guard not to take over though? She knew how to fend off someone, or else he wouldn’t have ended up in a cell, but she wasn’t invincible and quite aware of it. She came back toward him, holding a thicker and clean sweatshirt that would most likely fit. Maeve didn’t especially have the eye though, and estimated the shirt would most likely be on the larger side of things. She dropped it onto the ground, on her side of the bars so he could pick it up and pull it inside. She should have brought something so he could clean himself, Maeve thought to herself. A towel wouldn’t have hurt. The detention conditions were meant to be humane, not so shitty. The man shook his head when he was asked if he was hurt, confused when he saw her just walk away. He was not left alone with his thoughts for long when she approached with a sweater. He was taken captive, but she was showing some humanity towards him, which he did not expect. Furthermore, he looked at the sweater when she returned, walking up to her warily, expecting a trick and took the sweater through the bars and pulled it on. "Thanks..." He said, stepping away from the bars in the ill-fitting sweatshirt. After a moment, Gray piped u, "What are you going to do with everyone?" He asked. He assumed that the convicts would be sold, but he was mostly wondering about himself. Would he be sold as well? Or... Gray did not want to think of any alternatives, his mind jumping to thoughts he did not want as he awaited an answer. “Originally the plan was to sell everyone on my home planet. An incident has caused most of the male population to die. Men can fetch a pretty high price and those who can’t find a mistress are used to become sperm donors.” Maeve said. She leaned against the wall behind her and let herself slide to the cold floor. She sat with her feet slightly apart, and both of her wrists resting on her bent knees. “My captain needed money to make a trip somewhere, fuel and all, but now that she’s gone, I guess it’s up to me to decides where I’ll go after.”“As opposed to the prisoners, you actually have a choice in your hands. It all depends on how useful you can prove to be to me. And how reliable.” As she spoke, Maeve plucked lint from her old and worn pants, tossing it aside. She turned her head and looked up toward him. “If you’re not the right guy for the job, I’ll have to wake one of the prisoners to help me. There are a couple of things that need fixing, and some stuff I want to deal with.” She told him bluntly. Now that he knew men, in her world, were sold to women for their own use, she expected that he would understand what she wanted from him, and to make his choice. “I will not let you roam freely, but you will not be confined to your cell... once you prove to me that I can trust you not to try to take over.” The man listened to his captor talk, his eyes widening at her words He had heard of her group before, and his mind could only imagine what this meant for him. Was he going to be a slave? The guard watched her slide along the wall to continue her story, breathing a sigh of relief as she spoke that he actually had a choice. Fixing up the ship in return for, what he assumed was, his freedom? He could go for that. He slid closer to the bars of his cell and nodded. "I can help out." He said. "And I understand I can't be trusted yet." He said with a weak smile, "But getting out of this cell would be nice." The man's stomach growled. "And maybe something to eat?" Gray smiled at the woman, hoping to warm up to her, allow her to allow him freedom and, hopefully, he would soon be free. Maeve stretched a leg. There was a painful bruise on her side that seemed not to take kindly to her position. Of course, he would agree. There was no way he would refuse. She had no intention to give him his freedom, it wasn’t what she meant. His choice was to remain in his cell or to help. His choice, Maeve thought to herself, was either to make himself irreplaceable to her or to face being sold. She wasn’t sure if he understood it as such, but she wouldn’t tell him unless he asked.“How can I be sure you won’t try to finish what your comrades failed to do?” Maeve asked as she stood up. She held back a wince when she stood. Showing a weakness would only encourage the man slave to try and takeover. She took out of her pocket a narrowband that he might recognize as being the handcuffs that she had used earlier on him. She also took out of a loop a short stick that with a flick of her wrist extended in a long and narrow whip-like stick. Maeve was clearly prepared to face opposition. It wasn’t the first prisoners transport that she did, only it was the first that she would end alone. Upon hearing her question, the prisoner shook his head, "We were defending ourselves the only way we could. " He said. "I wouldn't hurt you unless you attacked me. Which I doubt you would. After all; You need me to help fix your ship. And I need you to appreciate work I do to stay alive." He explained, grabbing the bars of the cell as he wanted to be released. When he saw her wince, the guard stored a note in his mind that she had hurt herself and was weak. Possibly a broken rib, something he could take advantage of if need be. His eyes narrowed on the handcuffs that had brought him to the cell, he saw the whip-like stick come out and the man swallowed. "I'll be good... you shouldn't have to use that on me..." He stammered, standing up in the cell, allowing the woman to see that he was quite a bit taller than her. Maeve took a good look at the man. A stop by a washroom would be necessary before they would find themselves in the kitchen. She was hungry too and even if it would be the company of a male, she was glad she wouldn’t be eating alone. The quiet of the ship, without the laughter of the captain or her sister, was rattling her nerves. If she had the computer on, she would at least be able to request some music or something.“I don’t trust your words just yet. Put both your hands through the same opening, so I can cuff you.” Maeve requested with a very neutral tone. It was clear that she expected his cooperation, but the stick remained at her side. She examined him, from head to toe and decided that the stick would definitely remain at her hand for a little while longer. She was not very tall, nor very big. Furthermore, she knew how to fight, though, and this stick was like the normal extension of her arm. “So... How shall I call you?” When told to place his arms through the bars, Gray nodded and did as requested, he understood her concerns, placing his slim arms through a gap in the bars and, feeling the cuffs tighten around his wrist, frowned. He pulled his hands back through the bars and when asked for his name he simply said, "gray. And what is your name?" returning the question, asking for her to give him the same courtesy she had asked of him. The prisoner was waiting for the cell door to open, the man was slowly feeling more and more claustrophobic in the small interior, waiting silently for her to give him her name and allow him out of the cell. The band closed with a click sound around each of his wrists and then Maeve let him go. She pressed her thumb to the opening mechanism of the door, and it unlocked, sliding the heavy door open. She held out a hand toward his upper arm, but her stance was everything but relaxed. The stick at her side swung slightly back and forth, betraying her restlessness. “Maeve, for now. If I decide to keep you with me, I’ll see to the proper etiquette. Right now, I am not too bothered to deal with your training. Come.” She told him, guiding him by his upper arm. On the way to the kitchen area, there was a washroom where he would be able to clean up and make himself presentable. Gray allowed the woman to grab his upper arm without hesitation, letting her lead him through the eerily quiet ship. He entered the bathroom and quickly washed his face using the sink and slicked his hair back a little before looking at himself in the mirror. He looked pathetic. Tied up, wearing an ill-fitting sweater and still fairly dirty. He gave a sigh and started to leave the bathroom, meeting Maeve outside He followed her silently as they headed to the kitchen Gray was hungry, he would eat almost anything that would be put in front of him. As he waited for his food, the man fantasized about what it would be like to be free again, when something clicked in his head. "Earlier... when you told me your name what did you mean by training me?" Gray grew worried as what the implications of being trained could be. “You look better when you’re clean.” Maeve told him as she led him to the kitchen. She punched something into the computer. A good thing that if the computer failed to acknowledge vocal command it could still use the replicator to prepare food, or else they would have the backup rations... and the fact that there were no expiry dates on the packages never inspired confidence in Maeve’s mind. Maeve put a plate in front of him with a normal portion of short spaghetti-shape noodles, slivers of beef and vegetables. All this was in a light brown spicy sauce. Her plate looked exactly the same. She placed chopsticks before him, forgetting that he might be used to use a fork, like the children back home. Before she sat down before her meal, she got them both a tall bottle of water, so they could rehydrate all the water lost in the fight, but also because she had not forgotten how her home world’s food was spicy compared to some other human planets. “You’re a man, Gray. It’s obvious. If we make it to my home world before this ship let us freeze to death, and if you manage to make yourself needed on this ship, your choice will be simple; to stay on board and be... a member of this crew, or to take your chances on the planet.” Be mine, that’s what Maeve had almost said. She wasn’t sure if she wanted Gray for her own, just yet. As the man was led to the kitchen, Maeve said, "you look better when you're clean" which took the guard by surprise "Thank... you...?" He said, a little confused. That compliment, though he was not unappreciative, was seemingly out of nowhere. In the kitchen, the man fumbled with the chopsticks, a little confused as to how they worked until he finally got a hold of it, eating the food quickly. "It's good" He muttered, taking a sip of the water as he started to feel the spice of the food. "Ow fuck..." He grunted at the food. His taste buds were not acclimatized to such foods. When Maeve spoke of why he needed to be trained, he listened carefully He noticed her almost say something, the woman pausing, before continuing her speech with something else. Gray thought nothing of it as he nodded. He would much rather be a crew member of the ship and brought to the planet and left to fend for himself. "I see. Thank you." He said as he finished the food."what now?" the guard asked, drinking some more water He was very glad that he had the bottle, his mouth had been getting mighty dry Maeve ate slowly. She was hungry, but bothered by the way things had turned out. She had very little appetite in a ship that seemed haunted by the presence of her friends. Furthermore, she had spent the last five years with these two girls and there were memories of them all over the ship. Grieving would not be easy. His fumbling with the chopsticks did not go unnoticed, but didn’t really amuse her. The reaction to the spice, however, amused her greatly. She was used to it, this was her favorite meal.“The heating system needs to be seen to, or else we’ll freeze. Computer needs fixing too, though that isn’t an absolute priority. We have to enter you in the computer the old-fashioned way so I can limit your access to certain rooms…” Maeve said, with her chopsticks hovering over her half-empty plate. “I don’t want you anywhere near the Helm. Ever. If I catch you there, it’s back in the cell, if I don’t put you in stasis. I do have a couple of empty pods.” Maeve’s tone was clearly not giving him the choice in the matter. She expected obedience, because that’s how it worked in her world. “We can return to the cell room, though, so you can go through the supplies and get you better clothes. I could never guess the size at a glance.” The man listened to her explaining what needed to be fixed and he nodded. "I know a little about heating modules. Back on our ship it was constantly breaking down." He explained, taking another drink of water. "I don't know a lot about computers, but I guess I can take a look at it." He explained, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Do you have any milk?" He asked, hoping that would help with the burning. When threatened about not approaching the helm, Gray nodded. "You won't see me there." He said though, he had to admit. Now he was curious. Before he couldn't have cared less but now, with being told that it was off limits, he wanted to go in. He would do anything he could to stay out of the cell as long as possible. "Shall we head to the heater room?" He asked, standing up He almost fell, and he was unable to catch himself with his hands but, at the last moment, he caught himself. Thoroughly amused, Maeve went to get him a glass of milk. “You’ll get used to the food, but I’ll try to remember to request it milder for you. At least for a little while.” She said, a crooked smile on her face. It was the first real show of emotion, other than that slight wince of pain, that Maeve let bubble to the surface. She wasn’t laughing at him, perhaps, just finding the adaptation amusing.“I might be able to fix the computer. It isn’t the first time vocal recognition breaks down.” Maeve said with a small shrug and placed the milk in front of his seat. She carried the dishes to the counter, thinking that she’d see to it later, or might have him do it. The dishes were quickly forgotten though, as heating was far more important. She took the stick back into her hand. She had left it by the food replicator. Seeing how he had behaved so far, she pushed against the end until it was no longer than her hand, but she kept it in her hand rather than put it back into the loop of her pants.“Right, heating room, clothes will still be there when we’re done. Zeta’s tools are probably still there. She was fixing the thing when we reached your ship.” Maeve frowned, watching him as he struggled to stay standing. “Are you sure you don’t need medical attention?” Gray made a note of the woman's smile, even if it was at his pain. Her shell seemed to be breaking. Perhaps she was starting to trust him more? He took the glass of milk and quickly drank it down. "Holy sahib. That's so much Bette.r thank you." He said, listening to her explain that she may be able to fix the computer. He nodded as he stood. Gray shook his head when asked if he needed medical attention. "No. I'm sure. Just fell off balance there. Um... To work on the heating module would I be able to be untied? Might be a little difficult" The guard said, holding up his bound hands. The pair headed down to the room which held the heating module and, as soon as they opened the door, they were hit with a blast of heat. "Fuck. I'll die if I keep this sweater on. So I need to have the binds cut off or the sweater." He explained. “I can’t expect you to be efficient with the cuffs, Gray, it’s obvious.” Maeve said. She led him out, still holding him by the arm. The way to the machine room was one level below and the difference in temperature made Maeve ponder if there had been a fire down there. There was no smoke but... As they reached the door, it became obvious that something was overheating. The blast of heat that came from the door was a relief to the coolness of the air upstairs, but not for her nerves. Maeve turned to Gray and pressed her thumb in the middle between his wrists. With a loud click, the device opened, and she motioned to Grey to get going. She hoped it wasn’t too late, that the component had not melted or something. It would suck to get home on auxiliary power and then spend the hard-earned money on repairing the ship. It somehow made the death of her comrades be meaningless, if it was what she had to do. “Let me know what you need.” The prisoner was led by the arm to the large room and explained that he simply needed a wrench to get to work. When he was given the tool and his cuffs were removed, he moved in closer to the heating element. Soon, the man found himself sweating and the took off both his shirt and his sweater. He looked inside the module and saw that, luckily, nothing had melted. "Good news!" He shouted. "I can fix it. I just might need a little while."the man had been in the room for close to an hour, shedding his pants when he was about half way done, leaving Gray in just his underwear. He made one last adjustment and leaned back. "There..." He said, picking up his clothes and standing, his toned body glistening with sweat. "That should do it..." Maeve sat in a corner near the door where the air would be cooler. Even though she was there, she felt sweat bead on her forehead and knew that she’d need another shower before long. What a waste of water... she was just out of a shower! Well the ship’s water supply was built to maintain three crew members, and they were only two so... they had plenty, right? From time to time, Maeve looked up from her tablet. She was working on a full diagnostic of the different systems. Most were operational, and once the heating would be fixed, they would be able to turn on the autopilot, clean up and... what? Maybe get to know Gray. The man just kept shedding layers, it seemed. She never thought he’d be so eager to walk around her naked, or at least almost naked, but she had to admit that once out of his clothes, he had a rather interesting shape. He looked toned and healthy, not heavy in any way. She wondered if she would not be better off selling him. He’s one of the few who would fetch a really high price, after all. The others, the prisoners, would most likely be breeders, no more, given their liking for violence and treachery. The sound in the room was bought down to a more normal level and the redirected heat seemed to make the whole room less of a sauna.“Cell room, to get you some clothes, then shower.” Maeve said, pushing herself up and clenching her teeth under the pain. “Can you hold yourself around a woman, Grey? Or will you get the wrong idea if I am in the stall next to you in the shower? Men from home will not mind, but you aren’t used to our customs.” Maeve extended a hand toward him, not put off my sweat at all. She was covered in her own, it wouldn’t make much of a difference if she had some of his on her hand. Gray was far from eager to walk around the woman naked, however he was too warm with the clothes on to really have a choice. Gray was about to put on some of his clothes as he was told that they were to go to the cell room to get new ones, and then shower"Yes. I can hold myself." He said, he felt as though he was being talked to as a child, taking note of the woman's injury. He took her hand and followed her to the cell room and picked up his clothes "Do you need medical attention?" He asked. "You've been asking me this whole time but...." He OKed her side slightly. "It looks like you may have broken a rib..." he explained as they approached the shower. “I’m good. It’s just a bruise. It’s below the ribs too.” Maeve answered, knowing now that she had not hidden her pain from the man. He would see the purple bruise sooner or later anyway, they were heading toward the shower room together, after all. The fact that he could hold himself, or claimed that he could anyway, was a relief to her. She wouldn’t care less if he got arousal out of it. It’s not like males could hide such thing anyway. The time in the cell room had her a little impatient. To find something that fit him well took longer than she expected. Maybe she ought to set him to sort out this mess and find himself a couple of clothes. The question was, where would he sleep? The cell was not necessary, and she could rig his bedroom door to open only with her fingerprint.“Were you married? Children?” Maeve asked, trying to figure out what kind of man was standing by her side. It was also an attempt to try and stir attention away from herself. The last thing she wanted was for him to pay mind to her pain. A quick stop by her own room had her gather clean clothes, and then she led him to the small 3-stalls shower room. “Take the one at the back.” If he was making a run for it, which would be stupid with the slippery floor and the lack of clothes, she would see him pass by. And without waiting, Maeve started to undress. Gray nodded at the woman ignoring her injury and followed her to the shower room. They stopped in a small room filled with old clothes, and Gray found a small ensemble consisting of a black T-shirt and blue jeans that fit him well. It was not long until the pair continued to the showers." No. Not married. No children either." gray answered. "I had just gotten out of a good three-year-long relationship when I set out to transport the prisoners." He explained before they paused at Maeve's room. "Yourself? Any children back home? A husband?" Before Maeve could answer, Gray soon found himself at the showers and took the one in the back as he was told. He put his clothes on a small hook and turned the water on after stripping the water was cold at first and, as he waited for it to heat up, he glanced over at the new captain of the ship, smiling as she finished undressing, his eyes darting up and down her body as he felt the water start to warm up. The prisoner soon found himself washing under the stream of water, trying to not glance over at the woman as his member slowly started to grow erect. No wife, no children. No ties. Good. It was the only thing that Maeve really feared. A man that had a family to return to would fight harder, much harder. “None. There will be no children for me for a while, not as long as I am on this ship. No husband either. I am too poor to afford one. Maybe after I deliver the stasis boxes... Unless ...” She glanced his way, making her intention known almost subtly... almost. “I find a better deal.” She was saying the truth about being too poor to afford a husband, and about considering taking one. Those she could afford before selling the stasis boxes to the trainers were poor, weak or used specimens. Not something that someone energetic like Maeve wanted to have around. While waiting for the water to get at the proper temperature, she examined her side. She had a bruise just below her rib cage, purple and mean. It had grown since her last glance at it, in her first shower, but it didn’t feel like it was pulsating anymore. She had clearly taken a fist there. Her body, although lean and toned, was clearly not geared toward fighting. Maeve was first and foremost a pilot; not a fighter, not a slave-trainer. Among her things, however, was her whip-stick. Gray said she wouldn’t need it with him, but she wasn’t completely sure. When the woman mentioned being too poor to afford a husband, and then looking in Gary's direction the man was confused for a moment until he realized that she was insinuating that she'd sell him. He said nothing and just looked away from her. In the shower, Gray noticed her bruise. "Looks like someone got you good." He said, stepping under the water and feeling the warm liquid soothe his muscles, washing off the grime and sweat from the past few hours. After a few moments of washing, Gray bit his lip, he tested his footing and, just as he was about to try and run, get past the woman and to the cockpit, he noticed the soap starting to coat the floor to the single drain. No way he would make it out without slipping. The prisoner decided against the thought and just turned away from the woman and continued to clean himself, trying to ignore his erection. Maeve washed herself quickly, considering the pros and the cons of picking one among the men on board to be with her. Cons were, in her opinion, breeder material and no more. Gray wasn’t a convict. Therefore, he was a step ahead from those in stasis boxes. She had a choice to make, once she’d be home: sell everyone, and buy fuel to fly to her next destination and buy a husband with what was left, or keep most of that money and go for a less than perfectly trained man. “Yeah, wasn’t it you? Or was it the other one?" In the confusion, it was hard to tell. Being clean, she leaned against the partition between them and gave him a lop-sided grin. “Been a long time without a woman, Grey?” She teased him. Gray pondered for a moment at her question the attack on the ship had been so fast. "I really don't know..." He said, almost forgetting their nakedness. "I think it was Ron." He pondered as the water trailed down his body. He noticed her leaning against the partition and looked up, her body pressed against the transparent wall as she asked him if it had been awhile since he had been with a woman. Furthermore, he suddenly turned away from her, a little bashful, and said, "It's. Been awhile... Yeah..." He muttered. Maeve laughed, though there was no malice in it. She was simply amused to see his reaction. The world had already changed, the men having lost the concept of freedom and embraced the servitude when Maeve was born. So Gray’s behavior around her was refreshing, fascinating. Of course, during her travel the young woman had met with free men, some that even thought she should be the one bowing before them. Now, that would take them a lot more effort than a mere show of force. She wondered if he was like that, if she should be wary and watch for the moment he’d think she’s not looking. Better to lock the help with her biometrics... “Who knows, we might solve that issue soon.” She told him, with a touch of wickedness to her smile. She dried herself, still showing little care as to what part of her body Gray could ogle at. Fact was, it was the way it worked in her world, and thus on the ship. The man was a little hurt at her laugh. He knew that she was not making fun of him, but it had been a very, very long time. But the man said nothing and just thought of his home, where men and women were pretty equal Men had advantages in some places, and women in others. This whole idea of servitude that Maeve seemed so accustomed to was foreign to Gray. Something that he didn't like. But if it got him home, he would pretend for a while. The man was snapped out of his thoughts as Maeve told him that his ;issue' might be solved soon. She didn't mean... Gray shook the idea from his head as he watched the woman move over to her towel and begin to dry herself. Gray stared for a few moments, his eyes entranced by her movements, his cock only growing harder at the sight It took every ounce of the man's willpower to not bring his hand down before he turned the shower off and began to dry himself “Are you always so quiet, or am I unsettling to the point where you don’t dare to talk?” Maeve asked, as she brushed her almost dry hair towards the back of her head. Her nimble fingers split the hair in three, and she braided it quickly and tied it back. She had her eyes onto him, clearly trying to read his body language. Her gaze had something calculating and predatory. She was weighing him up. She knew that her bruise marked her weakness even more efficiently than would a blinking neon arrow. She leaned into her stall for a split second and her hand slipped into the loop at the end of her whip-like stick. Furthermore, she’d have it with her, not willing to risk a hand-to-hand fight while naked. Furthermore, she didn’t take the stick into her hand however, she only meant to keep it close and in its closed state, not stretched. Maeve didn’t mean it to be a threat, but a reminder that she could use it. “Put your hands against the walls, spread your legs. It’s probably a posture you’re very familiar with, given your old job...” "I just don't talk much..." Gray explained. He did not want to explain that, in reality, it was a mix between her two suggestions. He did not want to let her on that he was nervous around her. Furthermore, he looked over and noticed her deftly tie her hair into a braid, her hair already almost dry, and turned away from her when she starred at him, He felt like he was a piece of meat as he could feel her eyes looking at him, sizing him up. The guard was almost finished during himself when he noticed Maeve lean into her own shower again. He turned to notice her take out her switch-like defense. He was about to say something, when he was told to move against the wall and spread his legs. The man simply nodded his head, a look of moderate fear on his features as he assumed the position. He could only guess at what she had planned for him. Maeve stopped at the entrance of his shower booth, taking a good look at him from behind. While he was not as heavily muscular as some of the guys she had seen in the stasis boxes, Gray was still a sight for sore eyes. In this position, Maeve had a pretty good view of just how athletic he was. She walked toward him, her feet almost silent against the floor. She put a gentle hand between his shoulder blades and moved it up toward his nape, feeling the tension in the muscles under her finger. It crossed her mind that with a shape like this, he would fetch a perfect price if he had the proper temper and so far Maeve had not been displeased. He was somewhat shying away from her, giving her as short an answer as he could to her questions, but that could be considered a good thing for someone who didn’t want a chatty man. Maeve didn’t care either way. He wasn’t overly hairy, which was a major plus for the young woman.“I am not the kind to take pleasure in inflicting pain.” She said softly. There was no use speaking any louder, they were inches apart. “So unless you give me a reason, you shouldn’t fear me using this on you.” Maeve added, raising her hand holding onto the base of the closed whip stick. Maeve looked down at him, having a good closer look to discover that the front was just as attractive as the back. She let her fingers trail lightly along his sides until they reached his hips. “Don’t move.” She commanded as she covered the small distance between them to press her body against his. “I wonder what makes you tick...” she whispered to him. Her hand just brushed faintly against his hard sex. Gray felt extremely exposed as Maeve eyed him up. He did not DAR look back but, instead, simply stared at the floor, waiting for the opportunity to stand and get dressed. When her hand touched his back he gave a small jump, goosebumps spreading out from where she touched for a few moments. He was tense, wound like a children's toy. When the man heard that Maeve had no plan to use the whip-stick on him unless he misbehaved, he simply nodded. He did not want to know how that thing felt. Gray could feel her almost right against him, her head right next to his, her voice almost a whisper as she spoke. He felt her hands trail long his sides, making him give a small gasp when they reached his hips. He was starting to get an idea of where this was going, causing him to bite his lip nervously as she pressed completely against him, her breasts pressed against his back while her hand brushed against his hard member. Gray did not respond to her remark about seeing what made him tick. Instead, he simply moved his gaze from the ceiling to the floor, suppressing a moan. It had been so long. Her hand curled on the inside of his thigh, her nails brushed against his skin as she brought her hand back toward his hip. He wasn’t her first man, that much was obvious. She had no husband, but she had been in space for a while and met her share of men. There was something to be said about the men who had no freedom. The men of her planet were eager to please, eager to provide. It wasn’t a matter of ego, but a matter of being rewarded because they had been good. Free men... with some of them she had had to finish herself afterward. Her experience with them was far from interesting. Grey was not broken, or at least that was Maeve’s opinion. If she believed him broken, her stick wouldn’t be at her wrist. She wondered how eager to please he was. Before she could hope for an answer to her question, the young woman had to figure out one more thing. While her world enslaved men mostly for breeding purposes, men still had rights to a certain dignity, to a choice, and to deal with the consequences of that choice. Maeve brushed her hand against his manhood again, but this time testing its length. “Tell me, Gray... Would this be against your will?” Maeve asked him, her voice soft but demanding. “Would you consider this a rape?” She specified. His hard on was, to her, only a demonstration that his body reacted to hers. It could be reacting in spite of the psychological state of the man, and that’s what she wanted to know. Gray bit his lip when Maeve curled her hand onto the inside of his thigh, it took all of his willpower to not pull away. He knew that he would regret it if he tried to escape. One part of him wanted to have sex, the other was fearful of the woman, afraid of what she would do if he were to rebel. He was not broken, but he was not going to rebel against her. Not when the very real threat of being frozen and sold like a piece of meat was still imminent. The man gave a soft gasp, almost a moan as her hand brush up his length and asked him if it would be against his will, if he would call it a rape. It was hard to answer Did he want to have sex with her? Yes. However, not under these conditions. Not like this. After a few moments pause Gray said, "Yes... It would..." The man did not expect his words to halt the woman. Maeve nodded her head once and removed her hand from him. “Get dressed, then.” She replied, giving no signs of being annoyed or offended by his words. All she showed was a simple acceptance of his refusal to please her this way. It was the one thing she should never force upon him. It was against the laws of her world. A horrible memory from the past, when the roles were the opposite, that the feminine rulers did not want to gift the men. Maeve moved away and walked out of the stall to get to her own clothes. They were the same pants, same top as before, but clean of sweat. She glanced toward Gray, wondering how he would take her decision not to force herself onto him. Pulling her shirt down, she started to speak, planning aloud. “You’ll sleep in your cell for tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll enter your biometrics in the system, and I’ll set up the areas you have access to. From there, you won’t have to return to the cell’s room.” The man was actually quite surprised when the woman suddenly pulled away from him. That was, honestly, one of the last things he was expecting. He almost regretted his decision, as even though he wouldn't be raped, his shaft was still rock hard as he pulled on his pants. However, he knew that his feelings at the moment were temporary and that acting upon them would just MAK him feel terrible later. When Gray was told that he would be sleeping in the cell tonight, he frowned as he followed her form the shower at least the next night, granted, as long as he did not do anything stupid, it seemed that he would be sleeping in a real bed the next night. As they headed to his cell, Gray looked at the frozen men along the walls. He had been frozen before, he had to, it was a part of the training. It was odd, it was as though no time had passed. He simply blinked, and was miles away from his starting point. He wondered what it would be like, blinking and expecting to find yourself in one place, and suddenly finding yourself up for sale on the market. The man shook the thought from his mind as they arrived at his cell. "Is it possible for me to get a blanket or some pillows?" He asked, stepping inside. Maeve led him back to the cells, the whip hanging from her wrist. She was outwardly calm. She could have used a good time, but wasn’t so desperate as to force herself onto a man. There were some unforgivable crimes in her culture. Rape was one of them. As they entered the cell, Maeve went past his cell and closed a few doors. The one to the furniture, from which she came out of with a blanket and a pillow, was closed and the access to the stasis cases was also closed, but the four remaining cells were open. She put his pillow and his blanket on his mattress.“If you need to go to the washroom, or get a drink of water, it’s there.” She pointed toward a smaller cabinet with real walls, not just bars. Maeve then walked out from the cell and towards the exit. “I am not containing you in your cell, but in this room. Don’t make me regret it. If you need me, I am at the Helm. It’s the blue button.” She said pointing beside an intercom. She pushed the green one under and then spoke to it. “Officer Maeve Connor, authorization code 22124P.” The computer emitted a beep that acknowledged her. “Lock down cell area, accept officer 22124P biometrics only.” There was another beep and Maeve nodded her head. She pressed her thumb to a small screen by the door and it opened. Watching Maeve continue down the hall, and returning with a pillow and a blanket made the man smile. "Thank you." He said, nodding at her explanation. He could move around, but not leave. That seemed alright. Gray placed the pillow and the blanket on the bed before walking around a little, looking in the other empty cells, realizing that they were exactly the same The prisoner got an idea, maybe a way to escape, and rushed back to the door, looking for the green button, he was just about to press it, to try and see if he could unlock the doors, when he realized that the computer could probably recognize who was speaking, and not just what was being spoken, and he would, with his luck, have an alarm sent to Maeve, and he would be punished. The man sighed and went back to his bed, slowly falling asleep. The man dreamt of various things, but one dream that stood out was his dream of him escaping, bursting onto the bridge of the ship and flying home. It was a few hours later when he woke up, fully refreshed. He panicked for a moment, trying to remember where he was. Once he realized that he was a prisoner on a ship that had attacked the one he had been working on, he sighed, sliding out of the bed and walking to the door. He had no idea what time it was, but he hoped that Maeve was still asleep. He clicked the green button, "Officer Maeve Connor, authorization code 22124P" He said remembering the code from the previous night. Furthermore, he awaited the computers' response, waiting for it to beep in acknowledgement. If it did, he would continue with "Unlock Cell area" hoping, praying, that it would work. Before heading to bed for much-needed rest, Maeve went around the rooms to lock the doors where Grey shouldn’t go. Most of them weren’t an issue but the helm and her own private quarters, for example, would remain out of reach. The commands he could give the computer would also be few, mainly a request for status of machinery, or location in space… Maeve had almost gone for breakfast on her own when she remembered her prisoner. He reminded himself to her, really. With the computer being repaired, she was hauling a small tablet with her to get the information she needed about the space around them and monitoring the different system. She was adding sugar to coffee when an alarm flashed on her tablet.“On screen.” Maeve said, and she saw Grey by the panel. Voice recognition would make sure that he couldn’t use her code and that door could only be unlocked by her biometrics. She left her cup on the counter and walked. With a touch on the screen, she spoke to Grey. “Good try, but unless you grow my thumbprint, you’re stuck in that room until I come and get you. Getting hungry for breakfast?” She asked on her way there. Gray jumped slightly when he heard Maeve's voice over the intercom. He paused for a moment before saying jokingly, "you can't blame me for trying..." The prisoner hoped that by making light of the situation he would be let off easy for trying to escape. He nodded when asked if he was hungry, "Yes... I am..." He said, rubbing his stomach. He had almost forgotten just how hungry he was, his stomach gurgling in response. That didn't work... He thought to himself, trying to think of another way he could escape. It took Maeve a few minutes to get to the door. She wore a tight black catsuit that zipped in the front, with a belt that looked delicate but clearly had a practical purpose. It carried her whip. She was getting ready to eat and then to exercise. Her side was still bothering her, but she could run and do a couple more exercise as long as it didn’t require for her to twist her torso. She pressed her thumbprint against the door and her hand went to the whip. He had had a long time to plan his escape, and she had had enough to restrain his access. As the door swished open before her, Maeve started to talk. “I’ll need your biometrics before I let you go anywhere. I’ve programmed the ship’s security to give you enough room, but if you try to wiggle out through a crack, you’ll lose your privileges.” Maeve warned, and then she handed him the tablet which showed his information as known by the previous assignment. Only, she couldn’t get the biometrics out of it. There was a small square on screen for him to press his thumb on. Gray's eye travelled Maeve's form quickly, taking note of the whip from the day before.Dan... He thought appreciatively before taking the tablet. He saw all of his information there, from his photo's to enough personal information to pretend to be him in almost any star system. "Where did you get this?" He said, astounded, as he swiped through the information she had. Birthday. Phone numbers, the Na, es of his next of kin, his home planet, and address, his Galactic Identification Number, credit cards, bank information, everything. He assumed that she, somehow, got the information from the ship he had been on not too long ago. And he was astounded that they had taken that much information from him. He looked up at Maeve nervously before pressing his thumb against the small square on the screen, knowing that if he did not, he would be sold and, most likely, frozen. She had enough information to completely ruin him, and he had to trust that she wouldn't. A small beep came from the tablet which had Gray hand it back to Maeve. “I got the information from your ship’s database. It was downloaded so we knew exactly who was on board.” Maeve said. Her tone, compared to the one she used yesterday, was rested and relaxed. She had taken something for her bruise, and it was helping her along. The bruise would be gone by the end of the day, as well as any small cuts and scrapes she might have had from the fight of the previous day. “We needed to know if the inhabitants of the ship were worth the attack. Humans, physically and mentally healthy, and able to reproduce.” Maeve took the tablet back, took a look at the result and then satisfied, she closed the application to open the autopilot. They were still on course, there was no other inhabited ship anywhere close. “We already knew that one of your coworker was no longer able to give us children. That one of the guys in the tanks is plagued with a hereditary disease, and he won’t be used to repopulate the planet.” These guys were trained and sold to older women, those that were beyond the age of reproduction... but Maeve was done with the talking about her birth planet just now.“Okay, so I’ve programmed you biometrics in. You can now move freely within a certain area of the ship. Whenever I need you to fix something, the way there will be opened to you. You are no longer limited to the cells. Let me show you your new bedroom, and then we’ll head for breakfast.” Maeve offered, taking a turn leading toward his room rather than the eating area. “My room is right across the hall, here’s yours. Press your thumb on the scanner and you’ll see. It used to be the mechanic’s room, so I left her tools there. You can go pick up clothes from the cell room and fill the drawers if you want.” Maeve wondered if he was aware of the privilege. This was a commanding officer’s room, a woman’s room, not a man’s. It was large, the bed was comfortable, had its own small washroom. "They had more info on me than I thought..." The man muttered as he took note of how much less exhausted Maeve seemed that day. Before Gray could ask how they would check to see if the men would be suitable for being sold, Maeve continued, letting him know that he would only be allowed into certain areas. Gray pressed his thumb to the scanner, which lit up green almost instantly, opening the door automatically to reveal a large room, with a bed larger than his 'living space' back on his ship, which was only just large enough to allow him to see, eat, and watch a few pre-recorded television shows, it was more of a coffin, and was commonly referred to as such. He quickly closed the door and followed Maeve to the eating area. "I'll get my clothes later. And thanks." He said, not aware of just how much of a privilege the room was.

Wanderer (Dizzi & Aysande)|rating:4.0

[WoD_ Where did that 4th wall go_] (IC)

At first there was nothing... Then suddenly a room was created... The room was empty but very white and lamps hung in the ceiling creating illumination to the whole room...and it made the room even more white... Suddenly a player character was created into existence as she took form it became clear that it was a vampire (stood so very clearly on the character's character sheet. A very fit feminine shape emerged in the middle of the room. The light illuminated her tan and flawless body, form-fitting leather pants and glorious golden wristbands. A pair of keen eyes gazed around, always attentive and vigilant. The servant of Osiris nodded her head and walked forward, adjusting the automatic pistol holstered under her shoulder. In a flurry of debased logic, a large monitor lizard appeared, perhaps ten feet away. Its tongue flicked out of its mouth, tasting the air lazily for a moment, before it suddenly rose up and reshaped itself into a smiling, dark-skinned young man. He grinned, looking up at the woman's character sheet. "And I thought I was min/maxed," he chuckled. The Amenti immediately looked back, her eyes assessing the shape changer as he shifted into human form." Not min maxed. I might not be your type, but I did increase more than just raw power you know..." She sent him a very short smile." Maybe I actually shouldn't... What's a dot in looks for most men..." "Don't worry, I noticed. I grew up as a lizard, you know -- I can't be that picky, it'd be terrible role-playing." He says this last phrase with a rather amused smile. "But you still have way more combat skills than I do. I didn't know mummies got that many freebie points." She just nodded, her silky black hair shining in the light." I have lived for as long as history goes back. Anyway, half of me did. It just happens that my modern interests mesh very well with memories back from the desert wars against Nubians..." The woman's eyes blinked in both directions." Still, I have to admit I do not know where we are. I really can't recall this place. Have you used some kind of tricked-out mojo to bring me here?" Suddenly with a flash of light the Storyteller appeared, he looked wise and had a cool (in his mind anyway) pointy hat, a blue shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked around and quickly saw the two characters." Oh, you are already here... never mind, I got a few more players that also are joining as soon as they can, but I see no problem of starting you two up and have the others join as we move on..." He looked back and forth on the two characters, even if his eyes lingered a bit on Astrid's breasts." Sooo... any questions before we start. I always like to give those characters that are going to be part of the story a chance of speaking up, beforehell gets loose." Astrid didn't bat an eyelid at the storytellers' arrival. She was facing him split-second after his first atoms materialized, assessing him. And sadly, even if the man seemed mundane, she felt very well the aura of storytelling around him. He was an untouchable, omnipotent and whimsical being that could regard entire world as his toy. And he seemed like he was around all the time. Like the most everyday guy you meet when picking up newspapers... Thoughts flown rather fast through her head. She had questions for him all right." You better make sure my Tomb is like it is supposed to be, especially the armory. I want to pick myself something better that this pistol before anything starts..."" Hell gets loose? What exactly do you mean?" The Storyteller's eyes was lifted from her bosom, and he did look at her face this time, not that he felt ashamed or anything as this was his game, some benefits came with the job." Ok, you need a bigger gun? No problem... what would you like? And... I always hate to answer a series of questions in writing when I'm really answering them one at the time... it looks so corny doesn't it?... Well back to the...hell part... I thought you knew, it seems as we are getting one of the Fallen, and that makes it when the Hell gets loose. I have always liked that theme... don't you? But of course if you prefer a quiet Chronicle with politics and... such I can fix that too." She met his gaze and shook her head very lightly." With my resources I can easily have a customized rifle built from polymers, can't I?" Astrid decided not to pursue the concept of a campaign based on politics and even preferred the teller to stare at her body if it kept him distracted." One that would not show on metal detectors, for example." And she kind of suspected that trying to 'game' the storyteller might get him a little angry, but she didn't feel like letting anyone know about her 'metal ward' amulet. Also, the shape-changer would better not know of all her abilities, after all. Thunder raised his eyebrows in surprise at the new arrival, but refrained from shifting form when he recognized the Storyteller. There were some things you just didn't mess with, no matter what your soak was." I don't think politics are really our style. I mean, I'm a such id -- the only reason I even know what 'politics' means is because I'm metagaming." A shrug. "And, uh...hypothetically, if I put some XP into Firearms, how big a gun could I carry in Arched?" "How would you carry it otherwise? And how big is 'arched' anyway?" Astrid for a moment thinks of different kinds of infantry support weapons. " Potassium... Where'd I put that potassium..." A rather scholarly figure looks up, and promptly falls on his ass, as the chair he was previously sitting on fails to exist. " Oh, damn it. I really hope that compound doesn't go off, I liked that apartment..." He looks around, and then grins. " Oh my, oh my. Looks like I'm going to be the relatively level-headed one here... Joy." He looks around. " Well, continue on, no need to stare." He quietly takes out a small sheet. " Hmm mm... If we can finish this in less than twenty minutes, though, I need to introduce that stabilizer." He quietly takes another look at the sheets. " Well, at least I won't be having any trouble with accidentally draining innocents dry..." The Storyteller was just to answer when the new guy showed up before he did have time to post but as no direct question was directed towards him the Storyteller decided to ignore the character at the moment..." How big weapon? A machine gun at least." He then quickly turned to Astrid." No way can you have such weapon that will unbalance the whole game... take a hunting rifle instead." He quickly glances on her character sheet." And to be frank with you... how are you to be able to find a buyer if you don't have streetwise? Even with craft, 2 isn't enough to make such thing." Of course Astrid's face couldn't show more anger upon hearing this." What the Set do you mean by unbalanced? Rifles exist for a reason you know, and people use them to shoot. I might not have streetwise, but with my money I don't need..." The Amenti's movements were blindingly fast when she was angry, thanks to her mystic ample... wait a moment! Astrid looked at the clenched fist she waved before the storyteller. She has worn a solid golden bracelet on each of her wrists, engraved with a mystic ankh." But I understand I have one of every amulet I can craft, right? I have 7 different amulets I can craft." Gill taps his chin. " That reminds me, I probably should have taken some Streetwise... Damn my lack of decent skills. Well, at least I know how to make explosives, and what more can a man ask for." He looks around. " Hey, Incan Mummy Girl, might I ask what exactly those various interesting abilities you have marked on your character sheet are? I haven't gotten a chance to look up Mummies yet." He looks towards the young man, next. " And a Mobile? Where exactly are we planning on setting up shop?" "My Arched form?" Thunder paces off a pretty good distance away from the others, before closing his eyes and making his Stamina + Primal-Urge roll (8 dice against difficulty 4 being no great trick). His body promptly erupts into a 30-foot-long scaled Juggernaut, complete with heavily-armored scales, and claws and teeth much like railroad spikes." It'shindig." His voice is a bit hard to understand in this form, but he can't remember if there are rules for that, so he continues speaking more or less normally. "And don't look at me. I'm not allowed to start with Streetwise." "Oh, wow, is that a dragon? I haven't seen one of those since I was played in Changeling: A Supernatural Romance." With a slight whirl of plastic wheels, a buxom Japanese girl with wide blue eyes skated into existence." Konichiwa!" she waved, then pulled up on the back of her blades to stop short, flying into a bow that made her ponytail wave, then bombing back up. "Yumiko desk. Yorkshire Onega shiatsu!" As she bubbled that out in a piping, perky voice, subtitles flashed through the air around her reading." Hi, I'm Yumiko, how do you do?" She glanced down at the subtitles and shook her head, "No, no, Yorkshire Onega shiatsu means something more like, "you'll make me welcome, won't you?" The subtitles didn't dignify this with a response. "Uh, sort of," the giant Arched responded. "The book does call Mobile the 'Dragon Breed.' But I don't have any fire-breathing Gifts yet." He looked over the new arrival with a dragon-sized grin. "Mage, huh? Don't tell me you're going to make us all buy a dot in Linguistics just to understand what you're talking about." The softball-sized eyes went glassy, then. "Hey, isn't there a rule against taking more than seven points of flaws?" "EEP," Yumiko squeezed, "Are you peeking at my character sheet, Mr. Dragon?" Giggling as she skated backwards a few paces to be able to look up into his eyes without craning her neck, she explained, "Actually, by the third edition rules at least, you can take up to ten points of flaws, provided they come from no more than 2 flaws." Her shadow leaned around her and stuck out it's tongue at the Mobile. "Huh. That's not what my book said. But why would youwantthese flaws?" He turned to peer down at her. "I mean, those Echoes? It's like you'retrying to be the victim of deviant sexual scenarios!" With another Stamina + Primal-Urge roll, he shrunk back down into his human form, which made it a lot easier to look Yumiko in the eye. Thunder smirked good-natured at her. "If that one gets set off, do you want a rescue, or are you planning to enjoy it?" " THAT thing will get us into plenty of trouble." He nods toward the shadow. " My, I can't wait till I get Chemistry three, because we are going to stick out like a sore thumb, otherwise." He quietly smiles. " And we'll see if we can keep you from getting into too much trouble, shall we, Sakura?" He quietly looks over the three. " Well, I happen to have a few questions. Where are we starting, are we planning a local, national, or globetrotting game in terms of where we plan to go on a semiregular basis, and does everyone here feel comfortable doing a lot of things at night?" He quietly taps his chin. " And something I was curious about... Vampire Blood is fairly powerful Tass, isn't it?" He grins towards the Mage. " Hey, kiddy. First blood point is free." Quote from: Defeat on 27-12-2006, 06:57:34"Huh. That's not what my book said. But why would you want these flaws?" He turned to peer down at her. "I mean, those Echoes? It's like you're trying to be the victim of deviant sexual scenarios!" With another Stamina + Primal-Urge roll, he shrunk back down into his human form, which made it a lot easier to look Yumiko in the eye. Thunder smirked good-natured at her. "If that one gets set off, do you want a rescue, or are you planning to enjoy it?"" Ew!" Yumiko groans, "I can't help it my writer is a pervert! He probably made me a virgin again in this story too, with the bloody boyfriend who was too much of a stuck up fundamentalist to do anything but kiss." "Oh, gee." He shook his head. "I'll try and get you out if something happens. You want I should kill the boyfriend so you don't have to put up with that again?" Gill shakes his head quietly. " Oh, other people can get away with murdering people willy-nilly, but when I do it I'm suddenly an inhuman monster... Seriously speaking, though, there are many ways for a group as diverse as ourselves to take care of irritating Significant Others. Thank god you didn't buy the True Love merit, though." He quietly looks around. " So... Could we get some chairs, or are we standing for this whole thing?" Quote from: Defeat on 27-12-2006, 07:21:15"Oh, gee." He shook his head. "I'll try and get you out if something happens. You want I should kill the boyfriend so you don't have to put up with that again?" Kumiko shook her head, "Who, him? That's okay, I haven't seen him since high school. But the guy who put that on my character sheet you can kill if you want." "Sorry, Yumiko. Just 'cause the fourth wall's down doesn't mean I can actually kill anyone on the other side of it." Thunder shrugged. "Lucky me, my author decided to make me Altaba NASA. And he metagames like a bastard, so I get to know Latin catchphrases even though I grew up as a lizard." He threw an arm around Yumiko's shoulders companionably. "Don't worry, though. I've got your back as far as in-character problems go. It's in my Code of Honor." He nodded in Gill's direction. "You, too. Let me know if something's got to get done. You don't take a Humanity hit for things I do, right?" " Christ, I hope not, or I'm going to be gone very fast." He quietly taps his chin. " You're sure that Amnesia won't come back to bite you in the ass? There are reasons people have amnesia, and they're rarely pleasant. Taking it in a World of Darkness game, even a comedy, is begging to be made into a Plot Magnet." He grins. " And all I ask is that if I look like I'm getting into drinking somebody's blood way too much, drag me off. You appear to be the Brute Force guy here." "Doubt it. I'm a such id, remember? Lizards are too dumb to know anything useful." Thunder grinned. "Besides, if the Storyteller wants us to be Plot Magnets, we will be whether we took flaws or not. Might as well get the points, so I can start with enough Gnosis to be worth something." Gill nods quietly. " I had to be careful with flaws, since I've already got enough disadvantages. Also, the guy who writes for me apparently doesn't know shit about proper character creation. For gods sakes, my primary abilities are knowledge. I don't think anybody has ever made that their primary ability." He laughs quietly. " But... at least I can still use the Technicolor Fireball." "Oh?" Yumiko asked, slipping an arm companionably around the Mobile's waist. "Technicolor Fireball? What's that? It sounds really neat." " It's a combination of Fortitude, extremely strong whiskey, the vomiting reflex, and a match. Suffice it to say that it is unexpected, dangerous, and extremely effective against most supernatural critters." He grins. " I do SO love that one..." The Storyteller (who was rather busy in Christmas things) quickly scanned through what had been said since he was in last time." Yes Astrid, you can have all amulets you can make." He then turned to them all." So... you want a problem-solving chronicle with an epic twist?" "Oh, that sounds great, storyteller. Especially if there are a few chances for kung fu fighting and extreme skating and athletic stunts." " Also, hopefully some problem-solving portions, something to actually be able to use my Knowledge for." He grins. " And perhaps a few higher generations Kindred to drain the souls of..." Astrid nodded to the storyteller with a little relief, then adjusted the Egyptian choker that suddenly existed on her neck." I'm not Incan." She said to the vampire." At all. Astrid Volker here, I don't think I even visited that part of the world..."" More than a few times."" You know storyteller, the way I am it pretty much assumes amnesia by default. Simply by not having enough 'memories' I am rather confused about past. For example if I actually was to South America two or three times." " Frankly, I'd call you Incan Mummy Girl if you were Inuit." He smiles politely. " And barring a better suggestion for a nickname for our reptile friend here, it seems I'm likely to end up calling him Killer Croc." He quietly taps his teeth. " I'm a vampire. I'm required to be at least a bit of a jerk." The Storyteller smiled." Very well, then let's begin shall we..." End thread... "On another news; the heat wave that has hit Middle west seems to continue in its third month making it the warmest period in modern time and despite that we are now entering late October the weather services claim that there are no ends in sight of the strange weather..." The TV footage zoomed in on a wheat field, everything on it was withered and dead, not one green leaf existed as far as the eye could see." In the same time the early winter that have hit New York continues also and authorities recommend people to stay indoors. Going out in the cold is considering extremely dangerous, already the deaths are counting in the thousands as many people ignore the warnings." Again the TV showed pictures taken from the air showing the Statue of Liberty totally iced down. All rivers around Manhattan were totally frozen, and a few ships seemed to be trapped in the frozen water." This is John Little from Fox News.” Any particular place you want us to begin, Storyteller, or should I be at my home in Santa Barbra? ((OCC: I suggest that you are in someone of yours homes having a barbecue or something.)) "Which of us actually enjoys barbecue, hmm?" Astrid was standing by the wall, again dressed in leather leggings, black shirt and Egyptian bracelets." I guess I like hanging around with you anyway, if only because you're the only more-than-a-human folks I know so well..." She snapped fingers." Accept that brotherhood of Isis that refused to trust me and placed me on probation." The meat sizzled and emanated with pleasant aroma." Do you already have any gossip about the crazy weather? It really looks like someone supernatural is playing around. Mages maybe?" The vampire whistles quietly as the last golden rays of sunset, already fallen behind the hills, lights up the clouds enough to make his eyes water a bit. " MMM... What a perfect beginning to a night." He grins, and tosses the fish fillets onto the barbecue, quietly whistling as he drizzles a bit of cloudy liquid from a blue bottle over it. He stands in the backyard of the Mummy's house, smiling as he works on the food. " Oh my, there's a heatwave in the Midwest, and it's chilly in New York. Clearly, signs of the end of the world..." He trails off, lifting the bottle again. " Wait a moment. I don't remember anyone turning that TV on." He sighs. " Well, damn. Sounds more like foreshadowing than a plot hook, however. So for now, get those other two, because they're the only people who I know will need to actually eat." He looks towards Astrid. " I'm still not to sure about what you're all about, I must admit. Care to fill me in any?" He grins charmingly, pouring a dash more of the apparently flammable liquid, as the flames lick along the bottom of the fish fillets hungrily. " Mummy, they ought to love this-best swordfish I know." He looks around. " Where the hell are we, anyway? Clearly in the states, from the weather forecast, but what state? They all tend to look the same, aside from Hawaii and Alaska." Yumiko whirred into the room, in her rollerblades as usual. Her lush body was clad in her favorite midnight purple mini-kimono and tights. "Ooh, is that sea trout? I brought some sushi plates from home. I hope someone can each them." As the sun went down, leaving the world rather unpleasant for the cold-blooded sorts, the monitor lizard clambered down a nearby tree trunk. Thunder quickly rose into his humid form, still dressed casually (because he didn't own any other clothes)." I can eat anything, as long as it's meat." He inhaled the aroma of the food. "Mmm. Make sure you give me a chance to use Feed the Wallow on this before we eat." Thunder glanced over at the TV. "Yeah, it looks like foreshadowing. Something's probably going to hit closer to home, sooner or later. Keep your eyes peeled." The vampire quietly flips the fillets. " Swordfish, actually. Pumpkin, no idea how I got it out here. Gorges on arctic krill, gives it a beautiful orange color and a great flavor." He presses the fillet into the grill a bit, pouring more of the liquid on. " Hope you guys like your fish drunk..." He grins. " Well, weather manipulation... That's some pretty standard supernatural fare, but there aren't a lot who control it directly, are there? Maybe some funky Vampire discipline, an unusual Gift of a Werewolf-Trying a Great Ghost Dance, who knows- but it definitely sounds like mage stuff to me." He looks towards Yumiko. " You're picking up any odd smells from the great cosmic Ether, Sakura?" "What am I about?" Astrid's black eyes turned to the Finite." If not that I have reasons to trust you, I would have sent you to final rest. I am a warrior of Osiris, and I was born four thousand years ago. With such age comes experience, but sadly my mind cannot even fit all that I lived trough." She stood in the darkness, modern woman with ancient eyes, illuminated by the faint flame of the barbecue." I also am Astrid Volker, you might remember me if you ever saw Winter Olympics six years ago. Or if you pursue police reports of unsolved crimes and shadowy organizations." All the time the woman would stand in the same straight and proud pose, smiling only as much so not to look unpolite. In the background the TV continued;"The mayor's daughter vanished today on her way to school, witness claims having seen her talking to a strange man with a long trench coat and then following the man to his car. The police has at this time no comments if they suspect a crime connected to her disappearing." " Well, nobody seemed to be about to respond to that... If it's any point of bonding or something that I can use to justify being friendly with you, I personally enjoy occasionally killing Kindred as well." He grins, toasting her. " But what are your powers? I saw Alchemy there, and clearly some rather interesting items. It sounds like your racket is the strange, interesting, and highly useful loot department." He flashes a glance to the Mobile and Mage. " Modules, Mummies, and Mages... and I'm the only one who isn't supposed to get access to unusual and interesting goodies." He makes a vague sound of irritation, and starts lifting the grilled swordfish onto a large platter, along with the other meats that have been prepared. " Well, are you familiar with who'd be after the mayor's daughter?" "Strange man with a long trench coat? Sounds like pretty standard player-character material to me." Thunder shrugged. "That's the obvious answer, but I didn't do it, and it happened in the morning, so it wasn't you either." A smirk crossed his face. "I guess it could just be, you know, normal human crime. But I don't think normal humans really do anything in the World of Darkness, do they? We could try to check it out, but they aren't saying much about what happened, and none of us is exactly Batman. We'd probably have to beat more information out of the witnesses or the cops." He chuckled. "Not that I'd mind that. I'm just saying."" But for who'd be after her...could be a perv, but probably someone wants to bully the mayor. Anyone know more about local politics than me, or know who would?" "Local politics are not my forte. But I do agree that strangeness plus trench oat very much points to a darn player character. Maybe he was even justified? The mayor's daughter might have been possessed or a vampire..." In a split-second, Astrid's hand was at the grill, opening it and checking the swordfish in a blink of eye that some people's senses could have trouble even registering." Amulets, not alchemy. But it's very much the same thing. Those other written on my sheet are those I don't have. No necromancy, no effigy. It's just that the character sheet is designed like that. Does help to intimidate, I guess." Glow from the grill shined on the golden bracelets Astrid worn and the ankh-symbols engraved in them seemed to reflect it especially brightly." I create amulets of protection and empowerment. From death, from weapons..." She looked in the vampire's eyes, judging if he is worthy of such assistance and deciding that this game isn't likely to include much interparty conflict." Like the one that protects from wood. Stakes and bolts just shatter before touching your body." Astrid put her finger on his chest, where the heart was." More useful to you than to me, true? Makes you think Wizards of the Coast made the game..." He grins. " Wood is helpful, but fire is more so." He quietly brings the large platter of fish over to a convenient table. " Anyone got some silverware here, or are we planning on eating like the bunch of animals we are?" He grins wryly." Well, kidnapping, particularly young girls, isn't exactly PC stuff most of the time. It might have been a ghoul taking her, though for a girl like that to go along willingly, it must have involved SOME kind of unusual power." He shrugs. " Best we can do, I suppose, is tried to look up some information on the Mayor, and see if we'll be able to figure out who, or at least what, is behind this." He shrugs, he's not going to drive himself nuts finding out who's behind this until there's a little more evidence. "Right, I doubt a PC would kidnap someone, even if we weren't all accounted for. Unless the ST's running another PC group on the sly, but even so." Thunder nods. "A ghoul sounds most likely, unless the girl is just an idiot. Maybe a mage, but vampires are more likely to care about local politics. We should check up on the mayor. Gill, you've actually got Knowledge -- maybe we can find something at the library. They have recent newspapers and stuff, right?" The vampire nods. " Me and Sakura can check out the library, see if we can find anything there. You two... threaten someone, I suppose." The vampire grins wryly. " I kid, but I'd say you two should do your best to find out what supernatural powers there are in this town... The daughter of the mayor, no matter how jerkwater this burg is, can't be stupid enough to walk off with some stranger." He quietly serves up the fish. " Eat up, boys, girls, and things." "Wait, wait, wait," Yumiko muttered, "You guys are going too fast. I'm a chronometer, wouldn't you rather know what the guy looked like before we jump into anything? If we can find the scene of the crime, I'll just look into the past and see who took her. That's a much more solid starting point than libraries and bullying, don't you think? There might be spirits hanging around the scene worth talking too as well." The vampire slaps his forehead. " Of course! Brilliant. TSK, forgot about all those nifty powers you mages have... Alright, now looking into the past like that doesn't accumulate any of that nasty Paradox white, does it?" He quietly taps his chin. " We probably don't want to split up into groups smaller than two people, just because that tends to beg for kidnappings, especially inthesekinds of games." "Looking into the past ought be coincidental, right? I mean, no one can prove she's not just...zoned out or something." Thunder nodded, moving to divide up (and multiply) the food. "All right, let's advance this subplot. Yumiko, come with me, and we'll take a look at the crime scene. I doubt the mayor's daughter was going to school in any kind of dangerous neighborhood, but we can't afford to split the party any further than that. Gill, Astrid, check out the library and see if there's any obvious reasons why someone would mess with the mayor." He smiled apologetically at the mummy. "If nothing goes wrong tonight, we can go start a bar fight later." Astrid had her lips busy with fish and hands busy with the plate. At the motion of a bar fight, she gave the roguish vampire a shrug." I am all fine with doing research. But if our girl here can just take a peek into the past..." She looked at Yumiko with more interest than before." Say, how long back into the past can you look? That's the most interesting thing I heard today..." Gill nods quietly, sipping some of the vodka, though if one looks closely, he seems to be keeping the same mouthful, quietly savoring the flavor. Probably good, as he doesn't want to have to vomit at some point that night. " Bar fights. Yay!" He smiles. " And just because she can look into the future, we don't necessarily know that we'll find something useful. Are you able to detect the use of spells, Vampire Disciplines, those sorts of things while you're looking back in time? If you can, and there's any sign of them, that's a good bonus. But even if we know WHAT caused it, we'll still want to find out why." He thinks about the question. " I think it's supposed to be of varying difficulties, but hey, she might be able to help you find out something about your past, that's true." He shrugs. " I'm curious, by the way, about those amulets and such of yours. If you've got ways to increase stats- I don't know if you've noticed, but vampires get royally screwed as far as artifacts go." He grins sardonically. " We mostly just get to rely on ourselves." Yumiko swatted at the vampire's shoulder playfully, "Would you stop talking about the dice? You're ruining the suspension of disbelief. Anyway, I can look a good way into the past, but if I look too far, things start to get confusing, as if there was more than one past as well as multiple possible futures."" Idetakimasu," she sang out before digging into the salmon, I eat humbly. She took her share of the sushi as well, and then pulled a Mountain Dew from the fridge. "Okay, I'm ready." "Okay, okay... So can you look at the possible futures and make a list of them? That would be the simplest solution, a check-list of possible futures. And I'll go to the library, we just might stumble upon some clue in newspapers. Do we have any idea how that girl looks, by the way? It could tell us a lot. If she's a creepy little girl, it's a sure sign she's connected into occult, for example. It just shows." " Or blonde." the Ranks interjects, before continuing to enjoy the mouthful of alcohol. Around them, they could see two thread beginning to open... one that clearly opened up at the library and the other just outside a private school...IOC: As soon as you have shifted threads you are all awarded 3 experience points. St Mary was an old private school from the beginning of 1900s. It is a brown brick building surrounded by a 10 feet brick wall that surrounds the whole school. The gate in to the school is the classic iron gate... it looks very much as some kind of prison. The crime scene itself is one block away from the school, and several cars passes the sidewalk without slowing down to look at the pair that just appeared in thin air from the other thread. The library is a new one that opened up the year before. It has everything you would hope a library (mainly books) but also computers for free Internet use. Behind one of the counters a typical librarian stands with her hair in a tight bun, it is obvious that she is in reality a suppressed nymphomaniac... as they always are. Arriving at the library, Gill whistles quietly. " What do you know? An all-night library. Thank god for donations from the LaCroix foundation for nocturnal children." He grins quietly. " C'mon, Mummy girl." He walks along towards the periodicals section, checking out the things there, seeing if he can find any sign of news articles about the mayor, people whose toes he has stepped on, or recent examples of particularly supernatural activity, inspecting the different articles painstakingly. He tosses a glance over to Astrid. " Hey, anything in particular you can do? Divining rods? Maybe a bit of crystalmancy?" He grins, speaking in a low voice to keep from attracting attention, he noticed that the librarian appears to have a whip under the counter. "I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you, Daddy." Astrid walks through the library in her tight leather, her face still grim and unsmiling as always." Okay, joking." She remarks and smiles, but very little and coldly to boot." I can't look into the future. The only thing associated with seeing the hidden I can do is fashioning an Eye of Horizon..." Astrid touched her slender chin and picked one of the periodicals, not bothering to even sit down."... Which works like a normal security camera, just gimmicky and ordinary mortals won't suspect it. Hmm... Here's something suspicious! A janitor claims he saw wolves running in the park next to the town hall at night. And a year earlier, a man sporadically combusted in the same park. And there's a mention of two different occult groups meeting in the park..." Thunder walked down the sidewalk, smiling idly, although he does keep an eye out for trouble. After all, if something actually goes wrong, he's the one who isn't at risk of getting slapped down by reality. "Looks like this is the place." Gill quietly studies the paper. " Werewolf and distinctly Mage-like activity, though that spontaneous combustion COULD be a vampire who got caught in some sunlight." He mutters quietly, studying through the papers. " Alright, do we have any leads on whom those occult groups are, what they are worshiping, all that good stuff?" As Gill starts to mention supernatural creatures the librarian looks up and over in their direction. " We've got to find some information, or Fox is going to cancel the series. I mean, we need to think of a new scam-We can't just slap a guy in a Chewbacca costume and shout Bigfoot again." He says, a little bit louder, continuing to study them, giving Astrid a meaningful look. Yumiko whimpered softly at the site of the school, unable to think of any expression for her distaste at confining place. "Good lord, I can't imagine going to a girls school, even one that wasn't a prison. There was only one other girl in my skater crew." She sighed, then skated backwards just ahead of Thunder to the scene of the crime, where she went up on her heal-stops, then leaned back against a flag poll. Reaching into the flared sleeve of her purple silk mini-kimono, she removed a silver zippo covered in black paper with red kanji-Chinese characters-stuck to it. She flicked on the flame, then spent a minute staring into the flame while praying quietly in Japanese to the gods of time to reveal to her the past. Arate 3, time 2 effect with my personalized foci. Is that DC 5 or 4? Either way, I have 3 dice. Would you like to do the rolling, storyteller? Astrid looks at him morbidly." There's no such a thing like 'Bigfoot'. The legends come from Rural and they're kind. At least that's what would make sense. Either that or mages. Mages have their fingers in everything..." Absorbed in her issue of The New FORD Herald, Astrid didn't get in time the suggestion not to be loudmouthed about supernatural in a perfectly normal library." I know of two local occult groups, one of which should be friendly to anyone like me. The other are imperialists so you could get them to do what you want if you say you're a devil or something...." " You always do find the best connections." He quietly kneads his forehead mentally. " And cut the show's rhetoric, somebody is going to think we belong in the nuthouse. " He raises his eyebrows significantly, tilting his head towards the librarian ever so slightly. " And hey, it wouldn't be the first time I tried to bargain for somebody's immortal soul." He grins sarcastically. The librarian sighs and resumes her work muttering something about "Role-playing characters..." DC 4, please roll... 3 successes Although there were more than a few witty (and mildly perverted) comments Thunder could have made, he kept his silence when Yumiko pulled out the lighter. For all he knew, the ST might decide to inflict penalties on her roll if he distracted her. Time slowed... and began to move backwards, slowly at first then faster and faster... much the same way when you rewind a videotape. " Eh he, he..." He softly sighs, rubbing his forehead. " This would be so much easier if people were in the dark." He sighs, looking through the newspapers. " Hmm mm... Odd, the GM hasn't asked us to roll an Investigate roll yet to see what, if anything, we find..." He looks towards the mummy. " Have you gotten one? You seem to know a lot about this town, and whatever forces might be at work." "I do know that the Society of the Pit had doings here and operated a temple of macabre hidden under one of the nightclubs..." Astrid toned her voice down a little when speaking of her personal background." But that was before them and me came into contact. The Society of the Pit does not live here anymore.' She smiled mockingly." I'd know more from the Society of Isis... They are the good guys... But they just don't like me and won't help out much. I just know this city has a CERN of werewolves, few coteries of Camarillo, a mage chantey, Technocracy branch and a few stray Changelings. Like every city. You know, I'm really thinking of simply going from one to the other and just checking if they don't happen to be holding the girl there." Astrid hissed as she cut her finger with a piece of paper, sucking it for a moment." Ach... Anyway, my plan would be to tell them that whoever captured the girl is planning to do something *really* bad and all supernaturals have to work together. It's bullshit, but they'll believe me... I'm a mummy." "Schhhhhh!" The sharp sound came from the librarian who looked rather annoyed that the player characters... still... just stood there. The vampire walks up to the librarian, smiling his best charming' Blood? Who drinks blood?' smile, and politely asks" Pardon me, ma'am, would you happen to be a plot NPC in any way? We promise that we're good PCs." He smiles. The librarian sighed heavily." Well of course I'm a plot hook, how many other NPC do you see in here?" She tapped he indexes finger’s long nail against the counter repeatedly. "You can't be!" Astrid spoke with a mocking, comedic voice." An NPC, I can't believe it!" She winked and walked up to the librarian too, looking her over carefully." In that case we might want to ask you a few questions..." The vampire smiles. " I'm afraid I wasn't sure how flowery our GM was, so I wasn't sure if you were going to be helpful, or just another 'Times are Tough' NPC." He smiles." Well, is there anything that you might be able to tell us about what oddities there are in this town, and if you have any thoughts on what's up with the kidnapping?" He smiles his best, charmingly British smile. The librarian totally ignored the mocking of the mummy and concentrated on the kindred instead." There isn't much I know really that is outside this building. My abilities are picked with my main function in mind so... But as a librarian I can tell you a lot... so fire away, what are you looking for?" The question seemed to be a standard question she asked all player characters as the moment she had asked it she continued." Ah, the kidnapping. I perfume you mean the kidnapping of the mayor's daughter?" Yumiko had come to see the motion of time much the way she saw the rode blurring passed when skating, as something she could ride, but never control until she first yielded too. She surfed the time strands back, looking for the kidnapping, hoping to replay the whole event. The stream of time changed and Yumiko controlled it back to the even she was looking for, as the time started to close in the stream slowed more and more almost slow enough to make it possible for her to actually be able to see what was happening... then suddenly she stopped, and she had found the right time the kidnapping took place. A rather skinny girl, dressed totally in white passed the spot and walked towards the school, somehow Yumiko just knew that it was the mayor's daughter. She was rather average looking, about 16–18 years old by Yumiko's guess. In a parked pickup not long from the entrance, on the other side of the street she could see a man sitting. He was clearly suspicious looking and if she had seen him on the street she would have known instantly that the man was trouble. He opened the door to the car and stepped out. The girl saw him, waved and crossed the street. As they came close to each other they hugged and Yumiko could clearly see that he kissed her on the mouth... she seemed to welcome the kiss. Shortly after, she jumped into the car; he closed the door and moved over to the other side, started it up and drove away. She got a good look the registration number of the red pickup. As the scene had passed the effect of the viewing of the past ended, and she returned to the present with her mind. " Of course. If there are other kidnappings, it might be nice to know about them, as well." He smiles, leaning a bit closer. " Well, anything that you can tell us about it, would be welcome." "Who kidney..." Astrid pressed her lips together and waves her hand dismissively. That wouldn't work." Do you know anything specific about the mayor's daughter? Or the mayor's family in general? Is there something about them that ordinary folks might not know?" Okay, that would require 'mayor's family trivia' to be a scholarly discipline." Or another way, did the date of the kidnapping, was it a special date maybe? Prophecies or Celtic rituals?" She explained to the librarian." We are exploring the occult angle because we were hinted at it by reputable sources." Thunder watched closely as Yumiko's eyes focused again. Fortunately, it looked like there wasn't going to be any trouble on location. Yet. "You see anything, 'Mike?" The librarian thought a moment before she answered. *dices rolled in the distance*"I don't know more than what I have read in the gossip columns. She is support to be one of those "pure" girls that never does anything wrong, always are nice, and so on... well you know the type, those you always end up hating." She turned to Astrid." Not what I was aware of, but then my (hidden) roll was rather lousy." "Mm," Yumiko nodded, "The abductor was her lover, an older guy, looked like trouble. They kissed, and she got into the car voluntarily. It was a red pickup," she proceeded to give the license plate number. "Okay. If she went willingly, we're not going to find much else around here. Let's get back to the others." He paused, trying to remember how this sort of thing worked, which was tough since he was already metagaming to know what 'pickup' and 'license plate' meant. "Is there some way we can trace the license plate, find out who the guy is?" " Oh, well, that seals it. Well, you know what they say about true adventurers. We'll need to get the Mobile to, ERM, 'desecrate' her- I don't think that I'm allowed to do that sort of thing anymore. Not without paying an exorbitant price, anyway." He smiles. "Hamm..." Yumiko replied, "I'm sure there is, but I'm really not sure how. I guess the library or the internet would be the place to start, ne? Let's join up with the others." Once that was decided a gateway opened up the library thread. Thunder stepped through the opening gateway, glancing back to make sure Yumiko was following. "Hey, guys. Any luck so far?" He looks over to the librarian. "And does anyone know how to trace a license plate number?" "Desecrate her? I'd be happy enough with finding her." Astrid glanced at the vampire very suspiciously." I didn't ask before, but what path you happen to be following?" When Thunder came, she gave him a restrained wave and a beckon to come closer. " Humanity. I meant in blood-Sadly, I'm not the most humane of people." He looks towards the two who come through the gate. " Well, the girl was apparently very pure. I take it you found something that oddly contradicts that, suggesting possible mind control, or that the girl isn't quite as pure as everyone thought she was?" "I don't know if she seemed pure, but I don't think it's our concern. If there's supernatural involved, or at least people in trench oats, then we should know what's going on. I don't care about the girl herself too much. I'm telling you, we should investigate on foot and simply use the batman approach." " But I don't know many ways to interrogate thugs while leaving them alive, and frankly, unless one of the two of you are going to bust out some crazy seduction moves, I think we're all built distinctly more for vicious killing stuff." He quietly tilts his head. " Uh oh. Stalling. Alright, we need to begin working on the ideas. Computer... I have the best chance of figuring something out, Investigation-wise, and Sakura there knows the plates, while you two are built for ass-kicking. You go kick butt, we'll see what we can research." He looks towards the Mage and the Mobile. " So? Sound good? Any thoughts?" Thunder shrugged. "Hey, I'm all for kicking butt, but we don't actually know where we're going yet. Any butt-kicking we did now would be purely recreational, not productive." He glanced over at Astrid. "Not that that bothers me, but if there's anything we can do to pursue the plot hook while we're at it, we probably should so the Storyteller doesn't get pissed at us." The librarian nods." Sounds reasonable." "Actually, it's a matter of popping a bullet in them and then using intimidation. A single bullet won't hurt a person, even a mortal... At least not immediately." Astrid was not smiling when she said that." But okay, we can go the investigation route. Let me see on my sheet what can I contribute to this... Um... Resources." She looked at their companions." I can hire the best detective there is for hire..." "I don't know. Hiring a detective to do our investigating just seems kinda...not PC-like. The ST'd just be playing with himself then." Thunder paused, thinking carefully. "But we could stillconsultone. A private detective would know how to trace a license plate for sure. Someone got the Yellow Pages handy?" The librarian smiled and ducked down behind her counter and once she came up again she held the phone book in her hand. Quickly she turned it over to the yellow pages and pushed it over to the PCs." Everything I can do to help." She commented "Actually, if we hire a PI, it's the perfect way for the storyteller to push us the right way. I don't see anything un PC in this...!" Astrid took the yellow pages and picked a name at random." How about this? Sylvia Holmes, private detective... Or this one, Edgar Lupin, pet detective... Or this one, Ian Fishman..." "Okay, let'snot hire a pet detective. Not unless there's something about the mayor's daughter you're not telling us." Thunder scratched his head. "Let's try the first one."

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Good vs._with Evil_[ [dream]&SHARPii ]

All great minds. Of course. But some excelled and went beyond the beyond. Everyone knew her only as Constance She, but she always got away with things because of her invisibility. Having been pretty unnoticed all throughout her school, it's like it became apart from her to be invisible. And after an accident during her final years of high school, she had the option to go literally invisible or be visible. most of the time she chose to be invisible and when people found out that she had that ability, she only turned even more into a freak than she was. It sucked, and eventually she gave up and one day after high school--having not gone to college--she decided to use her invisibility for evil. People would definitely notice her then and they'd pay for sure. Having always looked like the awkward girl pretty much her entire life, just one night it all changed. She woke up, and her acne cleared, she no longer needed to wear glasses and without all those blemishes and imperfections, she saw a beautiful young woman and actually happily changed herself for the better, at least physically. Her hair was actually washed every day, long and luscious and healthy. Jet black raven hair, smooth and silky, naturally curly and since it was long, it grew out into more softer curls rather than sharper curls. Her eyes were more visible without the big specs and showed to be a piercing purple, unforgettable, which was a plus. That day, Constance planned the greatest heist to get herself more money and to leave the police dying for a way to catch her. It was impossible to catch her. Even with the clues she left, only a genius would be able to crack them, and it'd lead to her hideout, her headquarters, or whatever people wanted to call it. She was building an empire and if this went out the way she planned--which they'd always do--then eventually she'd be unstoppable. Constance had a leather fetish, and she tended to wear a lot of leather. She even specialized a certain leather that when she turned invisible, it'd turn invisible with her rather than her having to take her clothes off just to be invisible and not be walking clothes without a body. The day to make her plan work, arrived and she wore all black. Leather pants, leather bra, with a leather jacket zipped up partially, and she was good to go. Of course, it was her special leather. Early in the morning, she went to the biggest bank in all of New York City and snuck into the main vault. Grabbing a bag she emptied out each compartment that was full of money and jewels and other valuables and filled it up. She never carried a weapon. Nothing to defend since she always got away. She left her signature mark which tended to be the same clue over and over again that was coded, of course, but no one was ever able to break it. Leaving the bank and the vault, she went to her car which she parked in the alley and put everything in the back and got in and drove off, being visible and blending in with the morning traffic. Once she pulled out of the alley, the alarm went off in the bank and eventually the cops and their back-up got to the scene. Constance however, was closer to her home at any moment which happened to be on the outskirts of the city, drifting off into the countryside. It looked like a normal home but given her devious mind and innovativeness, it was definitely the lair of a villain underground. While all her classmates were in college, she spent four years building lair, all by her own hand. It was half an hour after the alarm went off. The PERP had definitely gotten away. It had been a well-planned job. It was always when that mark was left behind. Constance She. She always left clues. It was a classic case of narcissism. The girl wanted to be known, so she always left a clue, always left something behind just to taunt people. And Vital Sting knew why. The woman was one of the few "naturals" who were able to survive being a masked vigilante. Since a few years ago, masked vigilantes were made into a legal grouping, so long as they passed an advanced physical survival test. It was supposed to be impossible for naturals to pass, as it usually involved dodging bullets. Vital Sting instead dodged the eyes and sensors linked to those bullets. She hadn't at all been a popular one in school. She had been a computer geek with thick glasses, short, messy hair, and an awkward personality. So much so that she didn't even fit in with the geek crowd that well. She not only envied the more popular girls and their "perfect" bodies, she envied the ones who developed superpowers and showed them off. She got nothing. It was when college came that she became who she was today. Instead of studying like mad, she worked on her body, a lot. She had the knowledge she needed already, but her frail body needed a lot of work. The girl discovered that even if she were frail, it gave her a lot of agility and flexibility, so she focused on the dexterous nature. Over three years of work, she became a paragon of fitness, and something of a contortionist. The woman wore a black vest, single-breasted and bullet-proof, as well as a pair of long shorts that went down below her knees. She had yellow spandex underneath, ending in a fingerless glove on each hand, and wearing yellow stilettos with black laces. Of course, she had a mask over the top half of her face, and a pair of goggles that hid the glasses she needed to see properly. Her short, platinum blonde hair was spiked up and back. A wasp emblem was on the vest, and she took the wasp theme because of her weapon, the bow." So... Pretty much case closed already. It was She." She motioned one of the detectives to the criminal's calling card, having already taken a mental snapshot of the clue." The UV cameras the bank had just bought caught the heist, but it's no clear indication of who came in. There's only a distortion where the body would be." One of the other detectives on scene mentioned just loud enough for the heroine to hear." So we know the reason she's invisible is that her body doesn't reflect light the same way a normal human does. Fingerprints? Hair fibers? Anything?"" No. Gloves, of course."" Of course." She sighed. "Call me if anything comes up. I've got a lead I need to follow." Vital Sting left out the front door, deep in thought. There had to be some clue there. Constance was a narcissist, and that meant there was a clue they were missing. Because the girl wanted to be caught. Nobody with a mind for remaining anonymous would never leave a calling card. Perhaps it was something simple. Something right under her nose. Once home, she pulled up in the driveway and pressed a button in her high-tech but insanely advanced mustang. It was black and gorgeous and kept the look of that of a classic mustang convertible, rode way back in the day. Constance and her car were shifted underground to her lair, the driveway having opened sideways and let her down along with the platform. Once she was in, and the side ground doors of her driveway shut, she got out of her car and took the money out and jumped onto her chair that rolled to her computer system and went online and back to the parts she needed. She had her own banking system that was apparently valid, thankfully. Instantly she bought up the parts she needed and weaponry needed too to finally take out whatever remaining super-heroes were left. Especially the annoying... Vital Sting. Constance despised that woman beyond on anyone, especially and only because that woman along with her associates worked on the 'She' case and that was her. She wasn't called the Invisible Villains or anything like that. She was known as 'She.' With her calling card a clue she left behind at every crime, instantly they knew it was her. It was She. She loved it. Years of being unnoticed and the invisible villains was finally being noticed. Even if it was in the completely wrong way, she didn't give a fuck. People knew who she was, but never knew what she looked like. In school, her name was Carlyle Shepherd. She changed it to Constance She after high school, and it was true that Carlyle Shepherd pretty much vanished from the face of the earth. If Vital knew how to decode her clues, she'd know where to come and that would be first. It was a trap. To get the woman to come to her average looking home and then boom! She is squashed and swatted like a good wasp deserved. But of course, having been demented in her mind for so long already, she'd love to have her fun in torturing the woman. Give her a taste of what it was Constance went through when it was leaked out she was such a freak and how horribly and brutally bullied she was. Freshman Fridays during her senior year was a regular for her. It was a nightmare. If Vital remembered a certain invisible girl from school, she'd know where to find Constance since she lived in the same house that she was born in but definitely tweaked it. The clue said CS. But it didn't stand for Constance Shepherd. It stood for her old name. Perhaps Carlyle wasn't totally erased from the face of the earth. Vital Sting waited as her computer downloaded scan information from the police network. Her own place was a measly apartment, vigilantes didn't make much money. At least, not the ones who didn't save the universe on a daily basis. The "grunt" heroes like Vital Sting who did street-cleaning and dealt with the fledgling villains got paid on a commission for work done. Another reason she was close to broke most of the time, she had to rely on technology, which wasn't cheap like mental blasts or fireballs. It was a hard way to live, but she got by. When the information came up on her screen, it was a database of people with only one thing in common, they were all females with either the name "Constance" or "She" in their name. Constance was an uncommon name, so there were few of those. "She" turned up a lot of people with the last name "Shepherd." Of course. It was the lead she was going after. It was just the kind of "under the nose" clue that someone like her would leave. And now the vigilante could find out just who it was. There had been a girl only a year ahead in high school than she was that had displayed such a power. If she'd had that power, Vital Sting would have been able to be so much more effective. It was definitely a girl she envied. The two that came up on the cross-reference were Dominic Shepherd and Carlyle Shepherd. Dominic wasn't a guy. Identity of suspect one confirmed. But it didn't tell where the girl was living. But a girl with that much green probably had a lot of stuff. Stuff that let off energy signatures. She had a scan going for high-energy outputs in the city. There were a few homes with unusually high energy outputs at unusual times of the day. When she cross-referenced those homes with places Carlyle had been known to live, there was only one. Because the girl had lived in only one place.---------------------------x------------------------2:39 AM - Carlyle's suburban home yellow glow from Vital Sting's goggles could be seen from several houses away. The goggles were something developed for her by a techno path friend of hers. They gave her night-vision, thermal, UV sight, and zoom up to 32 times normal sight. As thought, there were cameras set up in spots of the home. If she dared sneak up, She would know right then and there. Nothing short of invisibility could get her past them unnoticed. The heroine placed an arrow on her bow, tipped by a blunt cylinder for delivering her various shots. And with perfect aim, launched the arrow into the front door. The tip exploded with a silvery white and blue burst, and EMP burst around the house, knocking the camera system offline. She would know someone was there, but she wouldn't know where her pursuer was. And that was all the advantage she needed. The faint yellow glow slowly disappeared, and the wasp was already infiltrating the household. Loud angry girl music could be played underground where she was working. Typing up reports and planning out her newest and latest plan. It involved a way to finally capture the damn wasp and have her right where she wanted. And if the brainier decoded her clue right, she'd fall right into the lion's den. Or in this case, the swatter where Constance could finally take her down. She had done her research, done her work and knew every superhero that was still alive and all their little mimics. She had Vital down better than anyone. Being a computer nerd, she knew all the tricks on how to get whatever she wanted to be done. Being an invisible nerd paid off. Once she got everything written up and saved, she sat back and watched as things were shutting down. She was here. Grinning, Constance got up, and she took all the stash of money and jewels and put it next to her chair and placed her doll decoy in her seat. Going invisible she walked up to her house, taking the lift and arriving in the garage and walked into the house. She didn't hide her passageway to the lair. She'd be down there later but for now, Vital could go down there if she pleased and get nice and 'comfortable.' instead she went into her room and sat on her dressed, a leg crossed over the other, and she was looking at her nails like she was getting ready to file them or do something to them, all the while she was invisible. Any moment her prey would hopefully be coming to the lair. Constance was already aware that Vital had gotten into her house, having been more than ready for her for when she came crashing down the doors. She was eager to meet her, eager to kick her off this assignment, to do anything to get her off her back and let her live in the evil she has become. Perhaps if people had been nicer and a lot less rude in high school, she wouldn't have carried such a vendetta at all or for this long. But it went on for too long, and it's time to pay it forward, She style. The other jocks and bimbos already got their deal. She hit their most valued assets. Jobs. Either ran down who they worked for or got them fired. Pulled every trick in the book of classic schemes and she succeeded. She always did, and she always got away with it. She was known for it and the best thing was, she would never be caught, ever. Of course there were times in the beginning when she did, but that is natural. Now, she excelled to the highest that all the villains and bad guys in jails, looked up to her. There were times even when she thought to crash every jail she could get to and let the criminals who she thought were just misunderstood, out, but she wasn't about to go liberating those who were stupid enough to get caught. Even though she wanted to be caught, it wasn't the police she wanted. It was certain people, like Vital Sting. Vital Sting had her goggles on UV mode, able to see the waves of light that normal humans couldn't. It'd show distortions where She was, if she were in her invisible mode. So all she had to do now was find the girl, and take her down. She crept around the house, mapping the floor plan in her head easily. Other heroes had no need for memorizing clues and such. But she had to use every little advantage she could think of. That was why she was still doing this and not in the coma ward. When she found the entrance to the underground lair, open, she instantly smelled a trap. It was a taunt. Girl was cocky too. For good reason. She'd had her way with plenty of heists. Vital Sting decided to sweep the home first. Her approach was slow and deliberate, using a small mirror to check under doors. She got to the bedroom and checked under the crack in the door. Something was off about the look of the room. So she decided to intrude. The door handle turned slowly, quietly, just before it burst open and Vital Sting aimed her bow at the first distortion that appeared in her vision." Freeze!" But knowing Vital Sting, she should and would be able to smell a trap instantly. Giving off a soft sigh as the woman barged in, she hopped off the counter, definitely not taking to the order to freeze, and she appeared visible, still wearing the outfit she wore to the bank heist. Though the zipper of her jacket was unzipped all the way. Standing before the woman, she put her Hans on her hips and she nodded. "I knew you were one of the best, Love. I'm impressed." She crossed her arms over her ample chest[nothing too out there or unnatural though] and smirked at her. "Gotta say though, I'm a sucker for a girl in tights." Walking right passed her, showing off that she wasn't going to attack her, she walked out of her room and strutted--not walked--to the garage and stood in the lift waiting for her. Given that the electricity in the entire vicinity of her home including her lair was off, she used the hand operating gadget. The wheel to take them down. She covered every instance when she built her lair. Once she got them to the ground and in her lair, Constance walked out, and she took her jacket off, tossing it on the hood of her car now only being in her leather pants and leather bra. She walked to her chair, pushing the dummy of her out of the chair and sat down, crossing a leg over the other." So...you know who I am. I know who you are. What now? You plan to bust me? Hand me over to the cops? Let them deal with me? What makes you think I will go willingly? What makes you think they can even keep me in their custody long enough to put me in the jail? Tell me all your great ideas Miss Sting and I will tell you whether it's worth it. You're talking to the best. I'd be an expert on what can and what can't hold me down." She didn't speak with attitude. She spoke with confidence. Furthermore, she wasn't yelling. Furthermore, she wasn't scolding. Speaking softly and calmly like civilized people would. No need for a fight. They were big girls here. "Carlyle..." She spoke up after the villain's big speech. "I'm sure you know how it works. I bust you... Bring you in. You stay for a while, bust out, and get captured all over again. A pointless cycle, but it keeps you off the streets... For a short while anyway. And it gets people their stolen merchandise back." She had an arrow strung the whole time. It was a web shot. It'd cover the girl in a tangled mass of sticky strings stronger than steel. To put it simply, the girl was a criminal and needed to be put down. "Carlyle, you're being brought in on charges of theft. You have the right to remain silent." The bow raised and let loose with the arrow immediately, not wanting to waste time on sentiments or excessive villain speeches. A villain's speech always ended in something bad happening. And she wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out.------------------------X-----------------------NYC Public High School - Sometime in the Past "Hey Carlyle... The school put a new site blocker on the network. Can you show me how you get past it?" The young Vivian Redding was the most awkward of people, fumbling with her hands the entire time as she asked the slightly older girl. She always knew the newest proxies and hacks. She looked up to the girl. Sure, the activities were considered illegal, but it wasn't anything big. At least, not in her eyes at the time. "Sure thing, Vi."--------------------------X----------------------A button on her goggles would summon the police as soon as she got the captured perpetrator in custody. She may have been invisible, but the strings weren't, and she wasn't nearly as strong as Amazon or Meteor Fist. "Right..." She nodded as she sat back and just raised her palms up in the air, as if surrendering. Once she shot the arrow at her, it just pushed her chair more back against the table, and she was covered in such a sticky strings. She grimaced and failed her arms a bit but then gave up and rested her hand at her hip. She wore a special belt. It looked ordinary but if it belonged to Constance, it was much more than a belt. Her finger lingered around a certain spot on her belt, and it'd give her a chance to get away regardless of being in this sticky web or not. If she pressed it, a haze would emit all around her, and it could probably rust or freeze--depending on the chemical relation--the web, and she'd easily get out and leave. It was her lair and she was the greatest villain of all time. Not really wanting to stick around, she pressed the button and just as she thought, it did something to the web and she broke free. She grabbed a device and knocked Sting's bow out of her hand and grabbed her arm, officially taking a hostage. Jumping into the car, she punched the girl's lights out and once she was surfaced in the driveway, she pulled out immediately and drove away fast and quickly away from the police. Money didn't matter. Nothing mattered. All that mattered was she got her hostage in the end, and she still did have a safe house far in Boston and that was where she was headed. As the police got out of her sight, she started course to Boston and because she worked on this car, she made it incredibly fast. Going sixty was going eighty and going a hundred was going 120. She pushed it up by twenty miles than the average speed of each speed on the dial. Looking over to Sting, she let out a soft sigh. She'd pay. Constance didn't care if at one time she was ever nice to this girl. Things happened and because she was on her case and nearly got her admitted into jail, she'd get her revenge. In the end she got her hostage, trapped her and took her away with her. Her safe house which was just as high-tech as her house that she just left, would be a good place because no one knew about it. But her lair in that one wasn't underground. It was a lair but in the form of the house but inside was like a replica of her underground lair. She'd miss that lair for she loved it, but a girl had to do what she had to do. The haze fired out instantly, interfering with her headset and causing it to blitz out in a weird display of color and nauseating imagery. The momentary confusion was the only reason she couldn't easily defend herself when she felt something smash into her temple and knock her out cold. Cyber-Girl would have some answering to do for the lack of protection on the goggles. She was supposed to be infallible. Then again, the fault was really her own, for not being aware enough to deal with the sudden hampering. Now she was out cold. She didn't know where she was going to go, or if she was going to die. She might be put on display, like a trophy. Unmasked. It'd be a horrible moment for her. Her ability to be a masked vigilante would be severely compromised. If she were conscious, she'd be more than embarrassed.(That's the thing I hate about being knocked out... so little to write about...) [lol, sorry. I'll wake her up now XD]Throughout the ride, she got bored with driving in complete silence. No one to talk to, and there was silence. Silence always did creep her out and well that was the point of her music. It fit best with her. Years of anger and well angry girl music helped to cope with that. Sadly though, she didn't fix the radio yet and did plan to fix it eventually, but she was so busy with doing crime and not the time she never got the chance. Opening the glove compartment as she drove, she took out a bottled water and grinned. Pulling it to her and shutting the glove compartment, she twisted the cap and opened it, but she wasn't exactly about to go and drink it. Instead, she pulled off any electronic gear on Sting and then poured the water over her head. She'd be up in minutes. Emptying the bottled water over her head, she tossed the empty bottle to the back of her car and pressed down onto the gas pedal, really speeding up, which caused an unfriendly or would cause an unfriendly jerk to those who weren't necessarily prepared for it or saw it coming." Wakey-wakey little wasp. Rise and shine and look out to the new day and welcome to your worst nightmare." An amused grin was on her face as she said the cheesiest line--which worked for the current situation--to greet her out-of-it hostage. Oh, she'd get plenty of money in exchange for Vital since she was sure the woman was a vital asset to the police force. After all, she did crack the code that was left unsolved for eight other crimes. Then again...since she got easily captured, that may affect her status and job on the police force. Poor thing.Oh, well. At least she was closer to ruining her life for having ever taken up her case. Vital Sting rubbed her had gently, still very wrecked from the hit to the temple. A harder hit could have given her a concussion. She was okay, but she wasn't going to be in any condition for much anytime in the next hour. She was all wet and aching. It felt weird to be so vulnerable."ninth..." She replied, not even receiving the threat. In her vulnerable state, she'd sort of flipped personalities from hardened crime fighter to the weak girl from high school. "Car... Is that you?" She muttered, apparently that out of it.((And now I'm in writer's block mode? VOODOO!)) [don't worry about it. ^^]Constance watched as her hostage was coming to, and she grinned some and shook her head. "I have no idea who this Carlyle is that you speak of. She must be a geeky teen who was a nothing in school. Bullied. Taken advantage of. Anything to ruin her life. She's dead. Never speak of that stupid name!" She nearly yelled. Carlyle was her past and Constance was her present and future and honestly, it was amazing! She could get guys now, and she had so much fun with them. It was amazing, and she literally got a high off of it. Such a rush. So exhilarating! By now she was already driving into Massachusetts. A couple of hours before they'd be in Boston and then to her safe house/lair. "How do you feel Sting? Huh? Does it hurt? To feel so weak and no one will help you, and you can't do anything for yourself?" She snapped, her voice full of venom and hate. "Now you know what every day of Carlyle's life was. Painful, frustrating, but no one dared to listen to a freak." She was lowering her guard on accident and upon realizing that little factor, the wall came right up and stayed strongly. "Why did you jump on this case? Huh?' Constance didn't care at all if this woman was in pain or anything. No one else cared when her life went seriously downhill. Even her own mother abandoned her when she learned of her literal invisibility. "When I found out you of all people who was the only nicest to me got ontomycase, you have no idea how much of a betrayal that was. How could you!?" She slammed on the breaks, causing her car to turn slightly horizontal, and she looked at the girl, beyond furiously. Vital Sting, no... Vivian, listened as Carlyle had her fit. The poor thing. She really was so bitter. She listened wholeheartedly as the woman who'd been her mentor in high school went on about the pain of high school. Neither of them had gotten over it. She was a heroine filled with envy and want for the superpowers, trying to show everyone she wasn't some frail little geek. And there was Car, lashing out. She took the route of power, while Vivian herself took the route of submissiveness. Just like in high school. Vivian had to take her time to think this out, resulting in some silence. "Car..." The car hit the brakes harshly, and she flew forward into the seat, bashing into them roughly, only helping her headache. She groaned harshly, stuck between the seats now, not bothering to try and get back up on the back seats properly. She was probably safer down there." Y-you never knew, did you?" She frowned, her voice almost a whisper. "You never knew how hard it was for me to accept that it was you. You never knew how hard it was to stand up and do my job. To shoot that arrow at you. To treat you like every other criminal. I... I couldn't capture you in the end. Furthermore, I wouldn't have been able to turn you in..."" And I know why you went to crime... Pretty easy to figure out. I... I wanted you to come to the good side... So we could be friends again. Maybe partners..." Her piercing purple eyes looked Vivian over as she fumed. Beyond angry and upset and hurt and totally crushed, she had no soul in her. She was completely evil and there was no turning back. She killed. Furthermore, she abused. Furthermore, she ruined everyone that caused her hell in high school and what else was there for her to do? Take over the world and show the consequences if people judged a person by what they have and who they are. In high school, Vivian was her only friend, Cons--Carlyle was her mentor too, and they got along great. She always had an attraction to the girl no matter what and then this happened. It was an instant betrayal, and she felt hatred for everyone and everything. Nothing could go right. Now that she was a criminal, all people wanted was to see her put to justice and behind bars so she could no longer kill, abuse or torment and steal. She was a true criminal now and if she turned herself in on her own or because of Vivian, she'd do hard time. There was no escaping it truly except to stay on the lam. Never would she be able to return to her lair and as she sat there and even listened to her, her guard kept coming down. Inside was still that geeky little girl wanting out and to be excepted. She made her own true self and conscience invisible so she wouldn't face it because it was a big conscience. And it was coming out and facing her, and she wasn't going to be able to handle that well. What kind of villain is that?" It's not possible for me to come to the good side. You of all people should know that. I've killed. I've tormented and abused and stole. If I turn myself in now, I will do time and I am not going to jail." She told her. "Ever since I found out it was you, I wanted to kill you, torment you, abuse you and ruin your life. Bring you down forever deceiving me like that. I still want to, but the bigger part of me won't allow that because of who you are and how much you mean to me." With that said, she put her car back into drive and then stomped on the gas pedal and was off. To Boston and to her safe house/lair where they will stay. Whether either of them liked it. There was no way that anyone, not even Vivian, could make her turn to the good side. Their was no way to repay the life debt of murder and torture and theft she had done. She was better off on the lam and in hiding. Simply to disappear again for good. Perhaps fake her death... She shook against the seats as the car sped up again in an instant. She was crying. It was silent, but she was crying. It made her so sad to see her friend so hurt by society. And she couldn't speak anymore. Carlyle had really turned that far to the evil side. As she wept quietly, she couldn't help but think of the old times they shared, and the more simple bliss they had in just being with one another. If only they could go back. But that was impossible. Only something that would happen in dreams. But she'd fallen asleep now from exertion, out until Boston. Unless more water got dumped on her. Those dreams she hoped for were nightmares. Of her and Carlyle separating slowly. Like looking back and seeing their lives happen all over again, on constant loop, shadows pulling them apart, growing more grotesque and horrifying each time. The hand pulling Carlyle away was twisted, demonic and blood-drenched. And the hand pulling her away was blue, a rusted badge on the back of the hand. She woke slowly, a dull throb still in her head. The feeling of car floor wasn't there anymore, and she was struggling to figure out the location with the bright lights stinging her eyes. Given that the speed she was driving was beyond fast, she got them to her safe house in only a couple of hours. She heard Vivian's little cries before she had drifted to sleep. She did her best to ignore them. They both knew that Carlyle was a sucker to Vivian's sadness. She grew fond of the woman when they were in high school and took it to her responsibility to look after her. Like a little sister and at one point it was definitely more than a little sister way. Though she never expressed those feelings to Vivian, afraid to scare her off. And still those feelings remained, but she said nothing, showed no expression of that or her vulnerability. Whatever soul that was left in her, was growing again to her dismay. If she changed to her good ways, she'd have nothing. She'd rather be evil than want to succumb to the life of a true invisible girl for the rest of her life. Reaching into Boston, just a few more minutes and they'd reach the house. Once there, she parked and then got out and went to the other side and helped the sleeping Vivian. She carried the woman, still so light and easy to hold and carry. Once inside, she set her down on a black leather couch and then walked away from her, going to the little kitchen she had set up and started to make some food for the both of them. In truth, Vivian was still her hostage but because of her feelings for the girl, it'd be difficult to ruin her and attempt killing her when she'd have to watch her suffer. It was a nightmare. Coming back with a cup of warm tea and some aspirin for her, she handed her the mug and gave her the two pills. She said nothing as she looked away from her. Just her current situation hurt to see her in. If Constance didn't have t hose feelings for her, it'd be easier, but because she did, it made things so much harder, and she hated that so, so much. It was obvious on her face that it pained her to see Vivian like this. Crying, and in pain for what she did on her own hand. Letting out a quiet sigh, s he went to her computer and logged on, turning all circuits on and was in business. "You think your police force would be trying to look for you? If so, how much do you think your worth as ransom?" She asked dully and quietly, trying to not think back to their conversation in the car. Ignoring it and making it seem as if it had no effect on her which it did. She slowly sipped the tea. It was chai. Just like high school. It had been her favorite. Aspirin, swig, down the hatch. Relief would come in maybe 10 minutes. She rarely used medicine. Her body had scars to prove her reliance on natural healing. Where she'd been a meek nerdy thing in high school, she was now a marked, fragile-looking woman. And usually, she was tougher than this. But one blow to the temple brought her down. Or perhaps it was one blow to the heart. It hurt bad. Aspirin couldn't solve that. When she was asked how much ransom would be, she shook her head. "Nothing. NYPD doesn't cough up cash for vigilantes. Part of the agreement. I'm on my own in a legal sense. They can't give you a dime anyway. No negotiations with criminals. Not without a sniper team with a bead on your head. As for the other heroes, maybe they'd come. But it certainly wouldn't involve money. Plus you might get someone as nasty to deal with as SuperCollider. Can't kill him... He's just a mass of radioactive atoms in a balloon suit... He's got another 15 years before reaching half-life and weakening to a point of instability. Ransom hasn't worked once since the Hero Act was put into motion. Meteor Fist wouldn't be great either. He's never needed to see something in order to punch it." She'd managed to flip back into Vital Sting mode. Final back to her heroic self. And she had one trick left, compliments of Cybergirl and the superhero team "Lost and Found." The only question was when to spring the trap and claim victory. Or at least try. Keeping her back to her, she nodded as she explained and she sighed softly. "Alright...well I guess you are staying here then. No longer a hostage but perhaps someone I can trust still." She brought a knee to her chest and she sighed softly, putting her finger to her mouth, biting on the nail. "Oh wait... I can't trust you. You deceived me and who knows what will happen if I confide in you again." She turned around and then crossed a leg over the other, facing her. "Can I trust you? Or will you pull a Sting on me and capture me again? Was everything you said in the car true? Did I let my guard down for nothing, all to just be punk'd by you?" Sure she was only like a two-year mentor to her, but they remained in some kind of contact until Carlyle Shepherd vanished from the face of this planet and all that was left was her young records from a baby to high school. The day she changed her name, stuff stopped going under as Carlyle Shepherd and started going under Constance She and that was mostly her criminal record. Letting out a soft sigh she shook her head and she looked back at Vivian. Honestly, she really didn't know what to do which is why she kept biting on her nail so much. She was at a loss for ideas and what to do, and it scared her. That it only took Vivian to come back into her life like this, and suddenly she felt like Carlyle...except she was pretty now and not ugly." Do you want me to accept defeat and let you take me in? Make them find me guilty and put me behind bars and I stay in jail for the rest of my life? Is that what you want?" She finally stood up and went to her. "What the hell do you want from me Vivian!? Huh!?" Vital Sting stood up and looked her best friend turned adversary right in the eyes. They were close enough that they could feel each other's faint breaths on each other's necks. Tension had filled the air in a fashion not seen since wild west duels. In a way, it almost was one." I never deceived you. You left me! You just 'fuck off' and left everything behind. Including me! You best friend! Or so I thought. What? Couldn't take another minute of being with me and decided to fuck up society? Couldn't make it into a college to see that all the high school bullshit didn't matter? That high school was nothing more than shit in a can that prepared you for lives challenges by getting 99% of the horrible shit out of the way? FUCK! You couldn't even confide in me when you thought about lashing out! You didn't even trust me then, so why would you now? Furthermore, you just used me back then to feel better about yourself. Bitch! You were never my friend. You duped me like everyone else you've ever seen and gave me the fucking middle finger!" Lashing out verbally made her click her molars together rather harshly, with triggered the small implant inside. All that stuff that had been taken off in the car. Her belt, her bow, the goggles, communicators... All of it appeared on her body, in their rightful places, all the back-up gear she had stored in extradimensional space thanks to the three heroes that helped her out most. And as the goggles appeared over her eyes, an arrow appeared in her hand, as she jabbed the end into the woman that was causing her so much pain now. It was a stun cap, a jolt that would easily take the other woman out for a few hours. Constance glared at her, and it was so not even like that. Her life fell apart when she couldn't get into a single college. Everything that Vivian was saying was a bunch of bull-shit, and she knew that. They were actual friends in high school and the only reason she pretty much disappeared was she had no confidence or any motivation anymore or even hope after being labeled the freak of the state. Ever since her accident in science, she swore off any science and got such a curse she wished it never happened. She wished she wasn't even in the situation she was in now. If she could go back, she never would have stayed in the science room after hours and worked on an experiment that clearly was disastrous. Clenching her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms, she gritted her teeth and let out a breath. "I was always your friend! I fucking fell in love with you!" She screamed, tears having welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall. But before anymore could happen, she was jabbed by an arrow and instantly fell unconscious, fallen to the floor and was so out. Having just admitted her dire secret to her, she knew it wouldn't have done squat. But it was true. She did fall in love with Vivian during high school and leaving her behind was the hardest thing ever. It sucked to do it, but she couldn't bring her down with her. Carlyle had fallen so low at the end of high school, there was no way she could bring Vivian. And she knew that if she told her the truth about why she was leaving, she'd try to tag along. SO in some way, what she said was true. But Carlyle only did it for her own good and so that she'd be happy that Carlyle was out of her life. It was the only way otherwise Vivian would be as screwed up as Carlyle was. Had she got the chance to explain that before she was knocked out, it'd probably change a lot of things right then and there. Vital Sting looked down at the collapsed lump that used to be her best friend. She'd heard every word, of course. And like real love, she had reciprocated those feelings. At one time. Now with all that had happened, she didn't care. She was a hero, and Carlyle was a villain. There was a duty to work with here. She was supposed to be in love with her job. But Vivian could exist, just for a few more minutes. She picked up the villain and set her so she was laying on the couch. As she looked over the body, she couldn't help but wonder if things would have been different, or really, how much different period, that things would have been if Carlyle had the courage to o to her rather than just run off to her life of crime. As she looked at the costume she wore, and the one Carlyle wore, the difference between them became so clear. She was still the same from her high school days. Her tight yellow latex outfit was mostly covered, for protection, yes, but also for the conservative image. Then Carlyle was in nothing more than leather pants and a bikini top. She'd changed so much, and yet still was Carlyle." This will be the last of Vivian... After this, she won't exist. This is goodbye. Vivian loved you too, so very much..." She leaned down and locked her lips with Carlyle's, feeling the still warmth, the soft flesh beneath her own lips. Even though she had confessed her feelings for her which remained the same to this day, she knew it wouldn't have done anything. Much. Given the kind of arrow she was jabbed with, even she thought that she'd be out for way longer but then again, she wasn't physically weak anymore and trained herself to be stronger. It worked since as she was laid down, she wasn't coming to but once she felt a certain pair of soft sweet lips against hers, her eyes slowly opened. All of a sudden now, Vivian would be able to feel Carlyle kissing her back, her hand having even moved around her cheek and slightly around her neck. Pulling back, it was like something had come over her and there was no fighting the rush of lust she had for. Her body needed true companionship. She was never able to be with a woman because it'd feel wrong since she had such feelings for Vivian, the only woman she'd ever want to be with. And right now...there was no stopping that. Sitting up, she pulled the girl down onto her completely and then turned her so she was on her back a laying on the couch and Carlyle was on top of her. Pinning her wrists back up above her head she grinned and looked down at her. "You love me. You always will won't you? Just like I have and will always love you." She leaned down, and her lips pressed to Vivian's lovingly and not trying to be harsh on it and then after a little bit, she trailed them down to her neck and kissed her there. Her hands eventually laced with hers, and she shifted, so her legs were straddling the girl's hips, yet her torso was pressed to Vivian's. Bodies connected. "Vivian..." "..." "Vivian! Stop, now!" "..." "She's kissing you back! She's coming to, you idiot! We need to apprehend her now while she's too weak to fight back. This is supposed to be the last thing you ever do, so we can finally be the hero you've always wanted to be." "..." "VIVIAN!" Vivian found herself flipped over and pinned, straddled and dominated by Carlyle. She could feel it to her very core. It wasn't She that was pinning her down, it was the girl she loved. Vivian gladly submitted to her mentor, her body needing guidance, receiving it with every kiss, bring her more and more into ecstasy.[/i]"Vivian, you idiot! What about when she finds out about a certain attribute? Huh?"[/i]Instant worry. As Carlyle kissed her neck and slid her body against hers, she had a dread feeling rise in her chest. Because another feeling was rising to make its presence known against Carlyle's hips. She'd never shared that aspect of herself with anyone, ever. She was too secretive about the part that made her feel so awkward. Carlyle had slept over, but Vivian had always used the bathroom privately, and always wore clothes that covered her shame." C-car..." Slowly, she retracted back a little bit and looked into Vivian's eyes. She let out a soft smile and then moved her hand around her cheek and kissed her forehead. "Tell me." She always knew there was something that Vivian had always hid from her. She never knew what or understood what it was exactly, but it'd not something she'd ever hold against her. This girl was so perfect in her eyes and nothing about her could ever change her perspective and view on her. It was possible at least, and she knew it wouldn't happen. Besides, who was Carlyle to judge anyway? She always wanted to be accepted and Vivian was the one person to accept her for her. With time, she grew to love her and nothing could change that. Her hand moved into her hair. Her guard was down completely, down enough at least for Vivian to be let into her and not freak out. Deep down inside, they were both their same dorky and geeky selves, slowly coming forth the more they reconnected. What could be better than that? Carlyle already knew what Vivian's job was and that was to bring her in, but that wasn't her true job. Deep down, they both desired for each other, needed and loved each other and hopefully in the end, they could get to that stage and stay there, for good. Vivian looked tot eh side, completely embarrassed about her condition. "Car... I..." She sighed, finding it hard to express things delicately. "I'm more of a freak than you... Then you ever thought you were..." She ran a hand into her hair, taking a moment to tensely grip her spiked hair nervously. "You see... My body has a lot of scars... Some you put there. My chest is small, and my body is more muscular than a pretty girl... But I know you don't care about all that..." She pushed her shorts down a little, a long lump slowly being exposed under the yellow spandex." I was born with a defect... I'm... Both..." She bit her lip and turned away more, unable to sit up or get away with Car laying over her. The feeling had been so good. Just like things had been. And with this reveal, she suddenly felt alone again. Like before she met Car. She felt far more vulnerable than she ever had when she'd been captured. Because now she was weak-willed and trapped beneath the woman she wanted to be her lover, exposed, and awaiting the horrid judgment. She was so scared right now. Carlyle looked at her so worriedly now. She ran her hand through her hair and let her thumb rub gently along her cheek too. Her heart was pounding. Suddenly she was very worried that Vivian would be saying she didn't love her and that Carlyle should get off of her right now. If that happened, she'd have nothing left but just to go to jail and die there a lonely criminal who was never loved. Thankfully, that wasn't the case here. When she said she was both, Carlyle blinked, and she sat up and made a face like as if sh was in deep thought and then sat back down. She looked down to see the long lump exposed through her spandex and somehow...it kind of really turned her on. Looking at Vivian, she kissed her softly and lovingly and cupped her hands around her cheeks. "I don't care. I mean I care for and love you but like I said, nothing you can say or do can ever make me stop loving you Via." She said softly, resting her forehead to hers. "I love you so much. And if I could, I'd come around to the good just for you..." She looked up at her nemesis, watching as she embraced her face and still seemed to adore her. A small set of tears were welling up in her eyes. She felt so humiliated, and yet being in her lover's embrace made her not care anymore. Her lower lip paled a little as she bit it softly, nervously." Still... I... I know it's weird. Furthermore, I understand if you'd never want to make love with me. Knowing you love me is enough. I could be alone for the rest of my life, and still be content to know you loved me. Thank you..." She kissed Carlyle and sat up some, prepared to leave. After all, she was a freak physically. Though Carlyle loved her, and she loved Car, she didn't feel right being with her. For so long, Carlyle had loved a girl. And Vivian was... Not. Carlyle felt her move, ready to leave, but she pinned her back down gently and shook her head. "I want to make love to you Vivian. I want you to make love to me. Let's make love. I don't care that you have that. I love every part of you and that's what matters right? The sight of your body doesn't disgust me one bit, knowing this. Nothing's changed and I still want to be one with you." Having said that, she sat up a little bit, positioning her crotch to be against Vivian's spandex covered crotch, and she untied her leather bikini top and pushed it off of her and let it drop to the floor. Over the years, she filled out. Not being like a triple or double or even a D but a C-cup and moved her hands to Vivian's outfit and began to undress her as well as herself too, all until they were both naked and still Carlyle remained on top of her, but she was now grinding her turned on womanhood against Vivian's crotch. Soft moans came from her too, and she wrapped her arms around the girl's neck. "I love you so much Vivian. Only you and always you." she whispered, kissing her neck. She blushed at Carlyle's words, surprised that she didn't care. That the notion of being a female with 'something extra' didn't scare her at all. Vivian couldn't help but let her tears flow just a little tiny bit. Enough to wet her cheeks. Now she had come full circle back to her high school self, completely and helplessly in love, hanging on the girl's every word. The only difference was that she had nothing left to hide. When Carlyle stripped away the leather bra, Vivian couldn't help but envy her as much as she always had. She had become so shapely and amazing. "Car... You've grown so beautiful... And nobody ever sees you like this..." She was much more nervous as her own clothes came off much more grudgingly. That was the problem with spandex. So tight. She still had a very tiny, lithe body, but it had various faded scars and wounds. She was also very muscular from all the work she did. Her chest was still the small A-cup from high school too. The most growth she'd had, was down there... Speaking of, having Carlyle rubbing against her rarely exposed member made her whimper softly, arching her back, the stretching of her body making her breasts seem all the smaller. "Carry..." Carlyle kept her lips teasing at Vivian's neck, but soon she started to kiss down the girl's body and rubbed her sides. "Via...you've always been so beautiful to me, and you've only gotten more beautiful as they years went by..." No lie even. While Vivian may have not thought her body was very good-looking, she always did but at the same time, even Vivian knew that Carlyle hadn't fallen in love based on her body her personality and she always looked for a great personality over anything else in a person. It's what mattered to her and although Vivian may not have had a body like Carlyle had or any other grown woman, she was beautiful nonetheless. Gorgeous smile, beautiful face and body and the best personality ever. Slowly, her lips trailed down to her collarbone and she sucked on it a little bit and then let her body and lips go down more. Now she was sitting more on Vivian's legs and carefully so she didn't hurt her with too much weight and then her attention paid down to the extra part on her. Nothing changed and if anything, it'd make their sex life so hot, no doubt. No doubt. Her hand wrapped around her member and she started to stroke it gently, looking up at Vivian for a reaction, her hand continued to stroke her, definitely going a little faster too. She whimpered softly as Carlyle praised her body, blushing red as she felt so inferior, just as she always did. But now the most beautiful woman in her world was grinding against her, praising her body and wanting her and only her. And she was kissing, suckling a little, making her whole body feel like it was on fire. And the hand was going down... Down... Vivian gasped and arched her back sharply, closing her eyes with a whimper of pleasure. Her small, submissive body wracked with sexual pleasure for the first time, that energy and desire having been pent-up for so long. Even though it was a touch she gave herself nightly thinking of the woman that had her in her grasp, dreaming of her doing the very same thing she was doing now, the difference in feeling was incredible, almost bringing her to release in moments as the hand quickly built up speed." Ahhhhnnn... C-Carlyle..." And when she wasn't with a guy, she thought of Vivian, a lot. She didn't touch herself but man she got hot just thinking of her. Now she was with her and she wasn't trading it for anything. Even if she was the most noticed person in the world, the world was nothing without Vivian. This moment made Carlyle see that the only thing she needed was Vivian, the only person that mattered was Vivian and the only person she wanted to be seen and noticed by was Vivian. It was making her want to turn herself in but at the same time not to because if she did then that would mean leaving her lover and having to spend a lot of time in jail, probably even being sentenced to jail. Jail was the last thing on her mind though. Hearing and seeing the reaction from her was priceless, and it made Carlyle get that hotness feeling that she always got when thinking of her in that very sexy way. Her hand stroked her faster and she leaned down and ran her tongue along the tip of her member and licked all around it before advancing the source of wetness down her length before letting her entire mouth take her in. Slowly, inch by inch until it was like four inches into her mouth, Carlyle kept it there before she started to bob her head slowly up and down, each time taking more into her mouth. He hands was stroking her in synch while her head bobbed up and down. Amazing and to she couldn't help but get wet for her as she kept doing this. She moaned softly, almost whimpering most of the time as she was touched and caressed. Her lover, Carlyle, making every little contact feel like a bolt of lightning through her body. A pressure built rapidly inside her, a need, a desire that wanted out. Physically, she wanted the release that Carlyle was pushing her towards. But inside, she wanted nothing more than to no longer be a hero. To instead be free, and with Carlyle. The rest of the world no longer mattered when their hearts met. She was trying to hold off, trying to not defile her lover by spilling her climactic juices over her lover's hand. And that was when she felt something wet and smooth engulf her. Vivian looked down in shock, gripping what she could to keep her steady as her hips bucked, her member having disappeared... Into Carlyle's mouth. And she could still feel the female part of herself, just below the offending member, getting wetter and wetter too, like it could feel what her extra felt." C-car... I... Watch out... I'm gonna... NNN..." Carlyle could feel her member pulsating inside of her mouth and at that moment she knew that Vivian was reaching her climactic end, and thus it provoked Carlyle to move her mouth on her faster in the hopes to make her cum straight into her mouth and down her throat. Knowing that she was able to make her lover moan so erotically and feel such great pleasure that Vivian couldn't do to herself by hand--well not as well as having a mouth engulf her large member--it really made Carlyle feel so good to know that such simple acts such as this was making her lover feel such great pleasure. And of course, not only was it pleasing Vivian, but it was pleasing Carlyle because her moans were so enticing and seducing. It was sexy and well it was definitely making her own body feel so hot and sexy. Before long though, Carlyle pulled her mouth off of Vivian's member, and she moved her up body, so her womanhood was grinding against the long shaft. Soon, she did take it inside of her, deeply and all the way and leaned her body down onto Via's. Soft moans came from her as she put her hands on either side of Vivian on the couch, and then she kissed her passionately and hotly, letting her hips begin to move down and up on her, feeling beyond amazing. By far the best pleasure than any male could give her. It was so the wait to be making love to the woman she had always loved since high school. And when she looked back at it, it was so long ago and now here she was. Beneath her NAD they were finally and officially making love. Vivian shuddered and writhed though her first orgasm brought about by the woman that she loved. Her moans had gone silent, breathless moans that were gasping for air, her body arched sharply with pleasure, her flexible body almost letting her double over. She'd never gushed like this before, her unusual properties allowing her to shoot her cum deep inside Car's mouth. She could even feel her lover swallow it before she let her mouth off. And she thought it was over. No, Carlyle got on top of her, and pushed her body down on her member. She didn't even wait. Her member was so tender and sensitive right now. Her body flexed and arched at the feeling, soundless whimpers coming from her as she felt the inside of her lover for the first time. There wasn't any time for thinking about how good she was making Carlyle feel. There was so much unknown sensation flowing into her that she was pretty much blind to anything else, if Carlyle asked her to turn evil, right then and there, she'd probably have said yes without thinking at all. It was a torture she'd never been put through, true pleasure.

Good vs._with Evil_[ [dream]&SHARPii ]|rating:3.0

Time For a Change (steele & fln826)

"I hate you, I wish you would die already. At least then you'd bring some damn money into the house!" The words were filled by the sound of a glass shattering against a wall, then another and then more screaming that was too hard to make out the words. The iPod held in her hand only half worked so she could only drown out the sounds from one ear and try to pretend that they didn't exist in another. At this rate the cops would be called, again, and she'd be humiliated, again. The small trailer park was just one of the reasons that Claire was so desperate to get out of this town. Her parents drinking and fighting were another. And the fact that they were in the middle of nowhere in a town that time seemed to have forgotten was the last. It hadn't always been that way. Once upon a time they had been a happy family. They'd lived in a nice neighborhood, her father had a good job and her mother had been perfectly happy raising their family. But that was before. Before her brother had enlisted in the army. Before they got the knock on the door that morning that told them they would never see him again. Before her parents started drinking and blaming each other for their loss. Before Claire had become invisible to them. She had only been 14 then and her whole world came crashing down. She lost her brother whom she idolized, and she lost her parents to their grief. Her father lost his job, then they'd lost the house. The trailer park became all they could afford from the odd jobs he was able to pick up here or there. Over the last three years she'd gone from straight A's in school to barely passing. Most of her friends had moved on when she was no longer able to afford to participate in the school activities she'd enjoyed like sports, they simply didn't have the money. The truth was, she didn't care any longer about any of it. She fell in with some of the less than desirable people at her school. Her light blond hair now had streaks of pink and purple at the tips and her clothes was almost always the same, black pants or jeans with shirts that showed off her mid-drift. At five foot 3 she tended to wear boots that had tall heel on it. Most people just assumed that she was sleeping around all over town, and while it wasn't true, she did nothing to change the public image she had. While she didn't care much for the joints they passed around behind the school building, at least it was a group she could fit in with. One of these days she promised herself she was going to get as far away from this town and never, ever look back. There had to be more out there. More to life than rotting away like this. She wanted to see and experience everything and never regret her choices. If she stayed here her soul would wither and die. Across the way she spotted him. He always seemed to show up when she was at her lowest, it was almost as if he knew just when she needed a friendly face. She knew what his reputation was, but then she didn't pay much mind to it considering how flawed her own reputation was. The rumor mill was practically a religion in this town. Whatever the case was, he'd always treated her well and was glad to see now. Every town has one and the small rural town of Monroe was no different. His name is Jessie, he’s 24 now. He walks the streets, day and night. Always keeping his, big deceiving, brown eyes wide open for the next available opportunity. All the townsfolk are weary of him and his shenanigans. Every time he’s spotted around town, their only thoughts are going through a mental checklist. Making sure they secured anything that has a lock on it. It’s not easy for him to hide or blend in the shadows. Anyone who has known this six foot tall man with the scraggly shoulder-length, long brown hair, and always wearing the same clothes. A faded green field jacket with torn and tattered pockets. A soiled survival patch on the sleeve, Shirt underneath, a pair of jeans and some ankle high brown moccasin looking boots. At least that’s his fashion statement of the day. It’s what Sheriff Johns said he checked in with after he was arrested for vagrancy again. This time the good Sheriff kept him for 3 days. Jessie was Monroe’s own town fuck-up. He wasn’t always this way though. When he graduated from high school here, he went straight into the United States Air Force. They even put his name and picture in the local paper. They were proud of this delightful young man for signing up to protect his country. But something happened somewhere along the way in those 4 years. He went from being a hardworking Sergeant to a deceptive no good lying thief. They stripped him of his rank. Court marshaled him, gave him a dishonorable discharge that would hang over his head for the rest of his life, and a one-way ticket back to Monroe. Nobody really knew the real story of what he did or didn’t do. The rumor mill circulated through the small town like a raging wildfire and his plane hadn’t even landed yet. Needless to say he had to find his own way home from the airport in Johnson City. He’s been out for about 2 years now and still no one will give him a chance at a real job. So he steals. The latest stint with the sheriff did give him a cold shower,3 hots and a cot. If you count processed bologna and a bruised orange as a hot meal. His training as a Survival Expert seem to be paying off in consequential dividends, because he wasn’t dead yet, although some including his closest kin wished he was. Maybe they would still be in Monroe if he was. He walked through the barren business district, not much bigger than a strip mall, to the edge of town. Field jacket draped over his left shoulder. His boots turning crimson red, from the scuffing along, as he made his path down the old, traffic vacated, clay roads. A smile came to his puffy chaffed lips as he noticed her legs dangling from the middle of the double railed fence. Seemed to be her favorite secret spot. Her legs kicking and her heels dancing in the empty air His hand brushed the 3-day-old scruff on his chin and he giggled at the sight of her new hair do. He approached her like he didn’t know her. “Claire is that you?” He threw his jacket on the grass. His fingers weaved through the colored ends of her hair. “ Well that’s new.” He could see she was sad again. He looked over her and back towards the small lot of trailers. “They at it again?” Claire wasn’t new to him, nor were her alcoholic bickering parents. Claire was just getting out of middle school when he graduated, but after he came back the two always seemed to find each other. She was like the black sheep at school. People just didn’t understand her ways and shunned her, but not Jessie. He could always see things they way she saw them. Even with the age gap. He grunted real deep as he almost fell to the comfort of his jacket. He had to lean his head back to see her face as she stared down from the fence. Furthermore, he was almost directly between her swinging feet dodging them heels from clacking against his skull. “ You ain't got no smokes do ya? I have been down at the Johns hotel again for the last 3 days. I’m going to kill that fucker one day if he doesn’t quit fuckin’ with me.” He rested back on his elbows so he didn’t have to strain his neck to see her. Plus he could stay out the way of her teasing foot assault. His eyes wandered as her crotch was just a couple of feet above him. Looking up between her thighs and seeing her ample boobs strangled in a halter top made him feel a little guilty. She wasn’t a little girl, but she was younger than I. But he still couldn't refrain from eyeing her lean body.“I don’t know why I even come back here for. But I’m glad I did, or I’d have never met you.” Jokingly he stated. “ We should just clear out of this two horse town. Me and you.” Jessie smiled real quaintly at her gaze. He winced, and his eyes briefly squinted as he rubbed his fingertip on his still swollen lip. He never made it easy for them to take him to jail. “ Man I’m freaking starving! I only had a biscuit at 5 am this morning. Johns said since I was being released today, he didn’t see no need in feeding me any further. Claire, I hate to ask ya' but, your daddy got anything in the fridge back there?” It was awful that he had been in jail again. Jesse wasn't a bad guy, he just couldn't get a break. She wished more people could see that, but, at least they had each other to talk to. When she first met him, she remembered having a ridiculous crush on him, he was cute in a dangerous sort of way, and he always looked at her with eyes that seemed to see right through her, but he was older than she was, and eventually they fell in to a comfortable friendship." I think the expression is one horse town, and I'm not even so sure this town has that. I hate it here, when I turn eighteen I'm going to blow out of here so fast." She wanted to go now. She wanted to tell him 'yes, let's get out of here and never look back'. But that was a fantasy, a dream to get her through the days. Truth was, even in a few months on her next birthday she doubted she would be able to leave. You needed money to go anywhere, and you needed money to get set up. Money was the one thing she didn't have any of. Her father was probably going to kill her, but she'd grabbed one of the last packs of cigarettes from his room before she took off. While she hated the taste of them, it just seemed like the thing to do. She reached down to her backpack that was on the ground and pulled them out, offering him one and a bag of chips and a soda. They had some food, or what could loosely be passed off as food in the trailer, but the way they were fighting, she wouldn't dare go back in there until they were done." This will have to do for now. You know, I overheard that Mr. Buckley over at the garage was hiring. I bet he'd give you a job there if you were interested"While she doubted he would be, she always had her ears open and passed the information along where she could. People always talked around her as if she weren't there so she saw and heard everything. In some ways it was an advantage, in others, it made like really lonely." What have you got to lose?" Jessie still peering upward into her eyes. They were as green and vibrant as the tufts of pasture grass Sucking the lump on his bottom lip into his mouth. He watched her head turn back towards the park. Just her look assured him she wasn’t going back there yet. “ One horse . Two horse. Whatever. Eighteen? Why you got to wait till your eighteen? Eighteen ain't nothing special, let me tell you. You see what eighteen got your brother.” Immediately he grabbed her swinging heel with his hand and apologized before she had time to react much. “I’m sorry about that. I know y'all was close I had no right.” He thought at first he pissed her off and she was done with him for the day. Her short stature bending over the top rail, Her arms over extended, and her black painted nails pulling at the strap on her backpack. Lifting it, resting it on her lap, for easy access to the contents. Whether she was aware of not she was giving Jesse a pretty heavy flash of her cleavage under the tight black halter top. His eyes lit up, and his fingers grabbed the cigarette. He stared at it with a sneer.” Carlton?” Tearing off the filter and putting the end into his lips while reaching into his pocket for a pack of box matches and lighting it up. Claire tossed him down a small bag of sea salted chips.“Chips!” He grabbed the small bag so fast. He gripped the cigarette tight in his lips. Furthermore, he ripped the bag so quick, half the chips landed on his leg and jacket. Furthermore, he picked them from his jacket shoving the partials into his mouth on the side the smoke wasn’t bellowing out of. Jesse didn’t even acknowledge the can of check soda she gently tossed. It did a few revolutions on his jacket before he pulled the cap off. It came out in a small fountain of air and foam just as the chips did, He rubbed the dampness into his pants before sucking in the sugared liquid with his chips and smoke. Reality sunk in and Jesse looked up to her condescending curious look. Chip particles spilling from his mouth. “ Sorry I ain't had nothing but round steak and bread.” He wiped the remnants from his mouth onto his forearm and took a deep hard swallow. “Shit no! Old man Buckley tried to have me locked up for . He thought I was the one who broke in his place. No, that ain't happening.” His eyes turned from hers to beyond her where the faint curse words and yelling were coming from. "You really want to get the hell out of here? I mean for good. I got a friend, Bennett. He lives underground. We all could hang out there if we had to." His eyes flashed back to the non-stop yelling. 'We could go tonight. We have been stashing stuff to live off of for a while now.” He looked back for an answer“ It’s a pretty good hike from here though.” He polished off the chips and crushed the empty aluminum can, in his grip, before tossing it aside. His words about her brother stung. His death had seemed so senseless to her. She didn't care that they had said he'd died a hero's death, he was dead, that was all that mattered to her. Jesse was the only person she had shared any of that with, and he'd just used it against her. She might have been offended or angry if he hadn't apologized right away. Apologies didn't really seem like Jesse's thing, so she took him at his word and just nodded her acceptance of it. She wasn't surprised when he rejected the idea of the job. She thought it would be good for him, but it certainly wasn't worth pushing the issue on." I would love to get out here, but I can't just take off"There were a lot of reasons she couldn't just go. For one, she had no idea what 'living underground' actually meant, and she had no idea who Bennett was. She is like the idea of having to hike who knew how many miles to the city or worse, hitchhike or steal a car. Mostly though, if she were honest with herself, she was just plain afraid. Afraid of the unknown, afraid of heading out and finding out that it had been a mistake, or that she just wasn't good enough or smart enough to cut it.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the yelling from her trailer had stopped. Luckily before the cops showed up. Her relief was short-lived when she heard her father yelling for her to get back inside. She knew it was going to be a bad night and was sorely tempted to just tell Jesse okay, let's go. But she needed more time, she wasn't quite ready yet." Shit, I have to go. Promise me you won't leave without saying goodbye okay?" It was almost like perfect timing after Claire said she wanted to, but she couldn’t go right now or more like wasn’t ready to go. It got so silent it was creepy. No birds chirping, nor a single wisp of wind passing through the trees, eerily quiet. Jesse gazed nonchalantly back to her trailer. The turmoil behind them was over for now anyway. Reluctantly he replied. Claire not able to look him in the eye afterward signaled to him, she was hiding something. “It’s alright, I understand.” Jessie kneels in the grass on one knee, flicking the small fiery butt from his fingers into the middle of the clay road. Then grabbing his jacket, giving it a healthy whip in the air, shaking off the crumbs before draping it over his shoulder, and standing up. She was still perched between the rails, head down. She didn’t even raise her head up when her name echoed over the landscape.“CLARA THOMAS GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE…NOW! Jesse placed his left hand under her chin. Raising her heavy head. Allowing him to see her pretty green eyes and lightly glossed lips, her eyes still closed and hands still clutching her backpack. “ Hey, You're going to be okay?” His thumb lightly brushing her bottom lip back. Jesse glared hatred back over her bare shoulder, at the sight of the older man wearing glasses, a white wife beater top and boxers. Standing outside the screen door of the tarnished single wide, on the porch deck, waving his arms and yelling her name from less than 100 yards away from the entrance way to the park.“You better go, fore you get into more trouble.” Claire’s eyes went wide, as if she snapped out of a trance." Shit, I have to go. Promise me you won't leave without saying goodbye okay.”“I wasn’t go. I’m not planning on leaving right away. I got to gather a few things around here. Tell you what. If I have time I’ll stop back by later tonight, it’ll be sometime after dark.” His hand went under her right armpit to help her out from between the rails. “ You go on now. I promise I won't leave before saying goodbye.” He brushed the grass off his pants leg, watching as she slowly meandered back to her awaiting father. “ Thanks for the lunch. And the smoke.” Yeah, Jessie had some things to gather all right. It was something on his agenda that he had to put on hold, and he was hoping his 3-day vacation didn’t spoil it. He straggled down the clay road about another mile and a half. He looked both ways to make sure no one was watching him donned his jacket, and darted off into the deep brushed thicket of woods. Furthermore, he strode through sharp blades of palmettos, webs of thorn covered vines and over a creek bed. Coming to a stop at a 10-foot tall steel fence with razor wire at the top. He’d been here before almost exactly a year ago, give or take a few days. Beyond the fence were 3 log buildings. Hunting cabins rented out twice a year to vacationers, by sheer coincidence Jesse would stop by two times a year. The two roomed shanties remained vacant for the most part, but this time of year all the lakes around Monroe country were big for fishing, and people loved to catch the big one. Ron Wilson’s Outdoor Camp was the place, where any novice who could afford his steep prices, would love to come and stay for a day or two. Ron provided 2 daily guides for each individual cabin to come and pick them up and take them, depending on the season, whether it was to a tree stand out in the forest or an awaiting bass boat on the water. Either way no one would be back here until sundown. Last year Jesse was able to get a few rifles. You never knew exactly what they would leave unattended in the cabins, but it was always easy pickings. Jesse grinned at the previous clipped portion of the wire, happy it had gone unnoticed. He started digging his fingers into the porous dirt and weeds growing under the fence line, hoisting it up high enough for him to shimmy under. He spied both ways in the clearing lot to make sure no one was around. Usually it didn’t take more than a swift kick of the door to get inside the cabins. It was getting late in the day, and he knew he had little time to stuff his pockets with what he could. He was in an out in a matter of minutes, happy with his take for the day. Slipping back under the fence bottom and patching the grass back around, under and stuffing weeds into it to make it remain unnoticed for the next time. The presence of the full moon was the only visible light to see the dirt and grass stained figure trotting down the road to the park entrance. He hoisted his tired weary leg over the top rail of the fence, pulling himself up to squarely balance on it. Looking over to see the glow of lights from the few existing trailers, mainly hers, before examining the contents of his pockets. He started pulling out different denominations of wadded up bills from all his pockets and counted them with a grin. “ Eighty-seven dollars.” He folded them in half and stuffed them in his jeans pocket. Digging back into his side pocket and blindly fumbling until he pulled out a silver charm bracelet. He wasn’t sure what it was worth. It could have cost anywhere from ten to a thousand dollars, she wouldn't care. He held it up, so the moon light would showcase it. It had a dozen little polished silver animals. Cats, dogs, horses, etc. He was pleased with it as he looked again towards Claire’s residence. Jesse tucked the bracelet into his breast pocket and slowly made his way down the cluttered battlegrounds of her drive to her yard. Had the porch light been on he could have seen how littered the yard had become since earlier. As he got closer he could hear either slight intermittent yells, like another battle had just ended. Or it could have been the TV turned up too loud. He knew, though he had never had the pleasure of going inside, that Claire’s room was on the far end. Her light was on. He crept on bent knees under all the torn out and broken screen windows until he came to hers. Her ragged backpack was stuffed to capacity. She was almost in a blind trance as she packed up her few meager belongings in a hurry. She had to get out of there, she had to get out of there and out of town, and she needed to do it fast. What did she do? Her heart was pounding so hard she thought that it was going to come right through her chest. Going to the window she practically jumped out of her skin to see Jesse sitting there watching her. At her fathers command she ran back in to the trailer, leaving Jesse and the prospect of even daydreaming of getting away behind her. She was so tired of this life. She was tired of being the laughingstock of the town, tired of the fighting, tired of the trailer, just tired of all of it. Once she was inside, she was treated to a constant barrage of questions and insults. Why was she hanging around with someone as useless as Jesse was? Why was she dressing like a whore? Why was she wasting her time in school when she should be working to help support them. On and on it went until she'd finally had enough." You have a nerve to call anyone a loser. You're nothing but a drunk waste"The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. The backhanded slap that came was no surprise, but it was still enough that she fell backwards and was dazed for a moment. Her mothers' reaction to their fight was to leave to go get more booze most likely. She never did stay around once her father started to hit her, too afraid that she'd be next. By the time he was done Claire knew she'd have bruises on her body for days to come. It was nothing new though and promised herself to be more careful not to say something stupid to set him off again. She had fallen asleep on the small sofa and woke with a start to find him there. He was drunker than he'd been earlier if that was even possible. Hands touching her where they shouldn't, the stench of alcohol and sweat, it was too much for her to take. She reached blindly for the lamp on the small table and brought it down with a loud cracking sound over his head. Bits of glass were everywhere, and her father had slumped down on the floor. She saw the glass and blood, and he wasn't moving. She was too afraid to get close enough to see if he was breathing. What did she do? Had she killed him? She rushed in to her room and started getting her things together. Opening the window, she threw her bag out behind Jesse." Jesse, I don't know what to do. I think I'm in a lot of trouble. I don't know what to do but I can't stay here" Just by the sight of her open stare and frazzled hair as she peered through her window pane at him, Jesse knew something was wrong. She pulled the window up and threw her heavy nap sack down to the ground at his feet. He reached to pick it up but then dropped it again as he noticed her crawling towards the sill. His hand blocked and stopped her as she tried to get one foot out of the window at a time. He had a puzzling look on his face as he stared into her teary eyes and glanced behind him to see their car was gone from the driveway. “ What the fuck Claire?” She was still trying to manage to get out the smallish window, one way or another. In a loud whisper her beckoned for her. “ Claire! Stay there, and I’ll come in and get you.” Jesse had run ins with Mr. Thomas before and knew he was an uninvited guest and would be welcomed as such. He made his way back towards the front deck but not before reaching under the trailer and finding a small piece of iron pipe. He examined it in his hand before opening the broken door with the shreds of screen hanging from it like decorations. Furthermore, he peeked into the room only to see a catastrophic environment. His eyes briefly scanned the scarred, hole punched, walls before spying over theriddled with waste, carpet and shards of broken glass, what once appeared to be a table lamp, and a slumped body of dear ole dad, next to the sofa laid out on the floor. He thought he was just sauced over again until he noticed the clotted hair and the red trails of blood going down the back of his stained wife beater shirt. At the sight of the crumpled body, Jesse discarded the metal weapon from his grip and threw it on the floor along with the other mangled pieces of garbage. Claire slowly evolved from her back room. Her head down only allowing Jesse to see the blonde roots and the hanging off colored ends as they dangled in front of her face. She was walking so softly and delicately, her heels barely dented the carpet, like she didn’t want to wake the angry giant. It wasn’t until she was able to look up and push the locks of her to expose her face that Jesse gritted his teeth at her and then to the slumped figure in the corner. The tears were angering enough but the redness and black purplish blotches on her cheeks and under her eye was about all he could stand. He rushed over to her side and wrapped his arm around her small frail body and escorted her towards the front exit. “It’s okay Claire. He ain't going to hurt ya hurt no more.” Jesse spied out the other visible areas of the trailer. The kitchen and the bathroom door open. “ I guess Mom left you here all alone again to fend for yourself, huh?” As he slowly pushed her towards the exit, his hands briefly left her shoulder. Just long enough for him to slide to the corner and give daddy a swift stern kick to his stained shorts hard enough to make his balls end up in his throat. It was so violent it even caused an unconscious response in the lame body.“Hey, your alright now. You got everything you need out of here. Cause’ we ain't coming back. Not here anyway. No fuckin’ way I’m letting you come back to this shithole.” They walked to the side yard together, the only light coming from the windows and the shadowed moon overhead. He grabbed the straps on her backpack pulling it up off the ground. Staring down at her spiked heels.“ Your feet going to get awful sore walking in my things. You got some regular shoes or something in here? I told you it’s a pretty good walk from here." His finger pointed to somewhere way off in the night’s ominous sky.”… to Bennett’s cave.” Still in a state of shock, Claire offered no resistance when Jesse told her to stay put. She didn't really understand why he was coming inside, he would see what had happened if he did, what she'd done. She still didn't know if she'd killed her father or just knocked him unconscious. If she killed him, she was a criminal, she would go to jail. If she hadn't, she was certain he'd kill her this time. She couldn't stay, she had no options left but to run. Blindly she allowed herself to be led from the trailer and followed Jesse down the street. She didn't even realize they were walking until he'd made mention of her shoes. There was something about the way he'd said it that snapped her back into reality. Once she did though, once the gravity of what had happened sunk in she just started to shake. Without thinking about it, she leaned against Jesse and just hid her face against his chest and allowed the tears to come back." I don't know what to do. I'm scared Jesse, I don't know what to do"After a few minutes she took a deep breath and took a step back from him. Would he help her? She was pretty sure he would but if he did, he was an accomplice, wasn't he? Could she ask him to help her now? Reaching over to her bag, she unzipped it and dug around until she came across a pair of slightly worn tennis shoes that she took out. She replaced her heels with them and put the others back in to her bag." Was he...did I....was he dead?" Once she finally replaced those spikes with her tennis shoes they were able to cover more ground. Jesse held her tight to his jacket as they trampled the grass along the desolate road. Her backpack hanging loosely over his shoulder. He made sure to keep an eye out for any oncoming traffic, if there was any, they would duck down into the ditch or hide behind the nearest thicket of bushes. He wasn’t sure of the law, but he knew if the Sheriff had a say so it would be a kidnapping charge against him if and when they were caught. That wasn’t his concern right now though. Her shaking caused him to slow his pace and hold her, console her. His rough calloused hands used to wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks. Careful not to put any undue pressure on the man made discolored blemishes forming on her jaw and neckline. As he studied her innocence so close to him. He noticed things that were pissing him off even more. Like the torn seams on the side of her halter top. His fingers tucked in and gently pulled it back up to cover her ample breasts but the ripped threads under her arm, axed all the elasticity of it's hugging ability, and eventually it would slip lower again. The surroundings of her eyes tarnished from the stress and crying much darker than any make up she could apply.“ Claire I knew you had it bad back there, but I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell somebody…” His words interrupted by her concern as if she needed any justification of her actions." Was he...did I....was he dead?"“ I don’t know Claire. He didn’t wake up when I mule kicked his nuts. I know he’s your father and all, but I’d have fucked him up a long time ago if I’d have known that he Wei…” The faint sound of a siren coming from around the bend and the speckle of blue lights on the trees captured his attention. He threw the backpack clear of them first, hugged her tight as he lunged both of them into the thankful dry ditch. Hunkering her down and shielding her with his coat as the sirens got louder and louder. They could only hear the rush of the highlighted patrol car as it whooshed by them so fast the weeds trembled. “ Shit! I think your momma made it back home.” He popped his head looking for the all clear. His strong arms hoisted her back to her feet from the ravine. He bent back down stuffing some of her clothes and one of her heels back in the bag. He sorted out a what some may call a custom T-shirt. The kind that you whack the bottom half of with a dull pair of scissors. “Here put this on please I would feel better if you aren’t all hanging out. We have to get off this road now. We’ll be fine when we reach his bunker but we have to get the fuck off this road. C’mon.” He pulled her close again as they marched through a dense field of sun rot palmettos and then into waist high grass and foliage. Sometimes their feet sinking into a marsh like substance and other times trying to maintain their balance through thickets of vines and spider webs until they finally came upon the scant fire trail leading back even deeper into the woodlands. Upon a halfway cleared area and after some rampant cussing, Jesse pulled some of the stringent webs from his jacket and from Claire’s hair as well. Kicking some of the crud from his boots off on a bug infested hollow log. Trying to reassure her of his confidence. “ It’s not too bad from here on out. It’s only about another mile and a half or so. Are you okay? Are you sure? “ He rested on a stump giggling, watching as she frantically picked the weeded hitchhikers off her shirt and pants cuffs. “Ain't nobody going to bother us out here. We’ll rest up and let the area cool down, get what we need from Bennett’s and move on from there." Staring back at her more sternly, now that they were deep in cover." You sure your okay?” As they walked away from the trailer park, Claire was grateful that he'd thought to have her change her shoes. She didn't say a word as they walked, nothing when he asked why she'd never told anyone about her home life, she just stared ahead and followed him closely. Who would she have told ? Who would have actually cared? And though she wouldn't tell Jesse this, she knew part of it had been her fault too. She always said the wrong things at the wrong time, never learned. As he pulled both of them down in to the ditch, her whole body ached from where she'd been struck earlier, though she didn't utter a word of complaint. All she could think of was she had to get out of there, and Jesse was taking a huge risk by helping her. She was going to make this as easy on him as possible. Her cheeks stained pink when he had her put another shirt on, suddenly aware of how much of herself she was showing off. In the past she'd liked it when people looked at her a certain way, even if she had never let them touch. Hell, she'd never even been kissed which is what had made her reputation as the town slut so amusing to her. But she wanted Jesse to see her differently, he'd always seen who she was, not who people thought she was.God, what was she going to do now? She was vaguely aware that he had stopped walking and was talking to her, waiting for her to answer him. How could she answer that question? She would never really be okay again after this night. There were no words that she could find to say how terrified she was, that if she started to cry again she might never stop." I'll be okay"It was a lie, but she couldn't burden him more than she already had, could she?" Jesse, you don't have to do this. I know I freaked out back there, but I can't ask you to take me with you. I just..... I don't know, I have to figure out where to go now" Jesse still sitting on the stump leaned over and picked up a stick and hastily broke it in anger. “ Goddamn it Claire. You’re the victim here. I don’t care where you go. I ain't forcing you to come with me. “ He sternly stood up and walked over to her putting his finger in her face. “But I tell ya this. YOU sure as hell ain't going back there for more of that and you can't stay here.” He walked away his back to her. “ I don’t know where the fuck I’m going to end up either. But it’d be nice to have some company. I ain't trying to be your big brother and I sure as hell ain't no guardian angel. You do what you want girl. At least come to Bennett's with me and regroup” He slung the pack back over his shoulder and started down the fire trail, looking back over his shoulder to bid her it’s time to go.” He held his empty arm out waiting to envelop her in his care again. “ C’mon baby. It’s going to be alright you’ll see.” As the two of them made their way down the unmapped trail, Jesse tried to converse with her to keep her from asking“ how much further”.“You’re going to like this place. You can stand right on top of it and never know it’s there. It’s like a bomb shelter.” He stomped his foot to emphasize the point. “It’s all underground. And Bennett? Oh, God! let me tell you bout Bennett. He’s a fucking nut job." Still making their way down the rutted pathway. "I met him at the correctional up there in Bingham. He’s one of them people that think the earth is going to blow up, and he wants to be the last man alive. He’s a little fruity, but he built that place. Dug it all out and mixed concrete for the walls. Said he’s been working on and off it since he has been like 8 or so. I think he’s like 35 now. Since he was eight, you believe that shit?” He came to a sudden stop. “ And you know what Claire? We got sour own little garden of smoke out here. Near about 30 plants or so. We can smoke all we want and sell the rest. It’s good shit, We won't have any problem getting around 12 or 14 dollars a gram. We’re almost there." stay with me now cause ole crazy Bennett got traps set up all around here. He’s a fucking nut I tell ya’” The bushes behind them rattled, and you could hear the crackling of leaves.“Bennett? Is that you. You crazy motherfucker. It’s me Jesse. Bennett?” The rustle of the leaves continued, and a deep raspy voice echoed out.“ I know it's you. Whose that with you?” He came out from virtually nowhere. A tall at least 6’3 red haired skinny guy With Camo mud splotched on his face, stuffing a huge hunting knife into his belt sheath. He was wearing a green netted vest with numerous pockets and olive drab army fatigues that had been readily cut into shorts and barefoot. He moved very awkwardly like a monkey walk. Furthermore, he approached them as if they were strangers. His nose sniffing them like he was tracking them by aroma. “She with you?” Jesse knew the lingo. He wasn't asking if she was present with him. He was asking was he fucking her."Yeah, I mean No She's just a friend . Claire." The two men paused for a stare-down. Jesse took a deep empty gulp. " It's okay really she's a friend." Bennett hesitantly looked her way and shrugged, and then he crunched through the leaves and led the way to the hidden entrance. Claire's mouth clamped shut when he'd snapped at her. She had to remind herself that he was helping her and if she pushed him away, she would have no one. She had a quick temper at times and felt it rise, but the fear she had was overriding that at the moment. Talking back had been what led to the bruises on her at the moment, not that she thought Jesse would ever treat her the way her father had, but everything was still raw enough to keep silent. Besides, she had a feeling he could keep her safe for the time being. Safe, Claire didn't really know what safe was. She had remembered feeling safe years ago when she had been part of a functional and happy family. Now safe seemed like a foreign concept to her, but Jesse could make her feel that way. At least she felt that way until he introduced her to Bennett. They followed him inside his home, bunker, whatever it was." Holy crap, what is this place?" The bunker was dank and smelled of mildew. There were stockpiles of canned food and batteries, bottled water and her eyes widened when she saw the piles of boxes of ammo. Ammo and guns. There were a lot of guns. She clung to Jesse's arm tightly as the door closed behind them." Jesse? We....you....is staying here a good idea?" Bennett took the point and Claire followed behind him with Jesse behind her, guiding her with his hands on her shoulders. It was brush and bushes and a bed of pine straw. Nothing to be seen by the naked eye. The tall skinny red head reached down to a hidden handle and lifted it like a hinged manhole cover and climbed down a steel ladder. “ Home sweet home” He stood at the bottom as the other two came into his concrete abode. The two battery operated lights on the far wall dimly lit the area. Stacks and stacks of canned goods and crates over flowing with C-rations on the back wall. Piled in the corner were a dozen military ammo lock boxes. Boxes of unopened shot gun shells, bullets of every caliber imaginable and empty magazines, banana clips and the rifles, shotguns and pistols to go with them. It was roomy but no furniture to speak of, no table chairs nothing of the sort. A small flat single mattress and some throw pillows, empty canned vegetables, crushed plastic water bottles, tool boxes and a purple two-foot tall water bong garnished the floor. Jesse kicked some of the not so empty cans, clearing a spot across from Bennett's mattress that he had now slumped down on. “ Damn why don’t you clean up this place man?”“Fuck you, I do clean it.” And then Bennett’s hands went to the bong. You could hear the chugs of the bubbling water as his lungs pulled the bellows of smoke to his lips allowing only a little of the skunk aroma to escape from the opening after his chest expanded, and his cheeks looked like they were going to explode." Jesse? We....you....is staying here a good idea?" “Yeah, it’ll be fine.” He leaned down and grabbed two of the pillows and placed them against the wall approximately only four feet away from Bennett’s nasty feet. Jesse pulled Claire down beside him as they braced their backs on the pillows against the cold walls. He knew she was uncomfortable so he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her head close to his chest.BUHUUUHUUUGHOoooBennett went into a coughing frenzy as he expelled all the smoke he inhaled. Still coughing a wall of smoke between the three, he bent forward placing his hand on Claire’s shin-bone, handing the bong and tossing the lighter to Jesse's lap who gracefully accepted it. When Bennett leaned back to his mattress, instead of just lifting his hand from her leg, he let his fingers glide off down her cuff all the way to the tip of her tennis shoe. His watering blue eyes not leaving her profile. He appeared to wink at her. Jesse took a huge pull from the bong. His head began shaking acknowledging the immediate euphoric feeling. He didn’t cough, he spewed the smoke out back to Bennett. He and Claire seemed to be having a stare-down. Jesse kind of disregarded it and tapped the edge of the bong against her blonde bangs before casting the purple pipe in front of her eyes to break the staring contest. Still expelling some smoke and a giggle. “ Here girl, you do smoke don’t ya” Jesse already had the lighter lit ready to fire the bowl up for her. Bennett seemed intensely curious to see her response to that question. When Bennett mentioned that he cleaned the place, she shuddered to think what it would look and smell like if he didn't. Clearly this guy wasn't all together right in the head. How had her life brought her here? She felt sick, she wanted to go home but couldn't, she wanted to get out of here but didn't know where to go next, she felt stuck. The first thought that ran through her head when the bong came out was that this entire scene was out of a bad after school special. The young runaway, the older more dangerous friend and the psycho druggie. Her skin was crawling when Bennett put his hand on her calf and then her foot. The way he looked at her left a knot in the pit of her stomach and she was more than ready to leave. She was a little astonished that Jesse was offering her a hit from the bong. She smoked the occasional cigarette, but never that stuff. Pulling her foot back, Claire got to her feet and backed up towards the wall. The whole room felt as if the walls were closing in on her and the smoke was making her lightheaded." No Jesse, I don't"Glancing around the room, it was hard to tell exactly where they had come in with the way everything was cluttered and hidden." I think I'm going to go. Thanks for everything Jesse, but, this isn't my scene" Bennett didn’t say a word. He just sat there with his p-38 opening a can of peaches as he looked her over even more. Jessie grabbed her hand, as he exhaled another hit, holding her steadfast as the plume of smoke reaches her height and beyond. There was a cloud starting to form at the ceiling of the bunker. The smoke was not dissipating fast enough through the shimmed vents to the outside.“C’mon babe be sensible. Cant go out there right now. Sun ain't even up yet.” He tugged at her. "Let me grab a quick nap and soon as sun up we’ll get some things and go adrift?” Bennett stabbed one of the peach rings with his long blade curling it too his mouth, the juices spilling from his lips dripping down his chin.“Best do what your old man says. Get some rest.” He sneered at her and pointed the threatening blade at her and waved her back to a sitting position with Jesse. That’s it. Go out there, might get eaten by a wild animal.” He offered her his can of half-eaten fruit, as he licked the remnants of juice from his blade before placing it back in his belt sheath.“Here you are hungry. No? Don’t say I didn’t offer.” Jesse was constantly hitting the bong getting stoned, and his eyes were barely open to see what was going on between those two. Bennett reached into one of the tool boxes for a rubber tube and began one hand tying it to his bicep. Then reaching down with his teeth to pull it tight as he could. His eyes not leaving hers. He grabbed the syringe and slowly penetrated it into his arm. His steely eyes focused on Claire as the intentional poison flowed through his blood. He pulled the empty syringe, it fell to the floor. After a long sigh and the immediate stench of urine and small dark stains coagulating on his fatigues, his head drooped down and he passed out. Jessie’s arm was wrapped around the back of Claire’s neck, the bong leaning against his thigh, and his head lay on her shoulder. He was out too. All she'd done was traded one nightmare for another. How could Jesse bring her here? How could he think they would be safe her? God, she was so stupid. Everyone told her what Jesse was, who he was, but she had always defended him, and now he was here getting stoned off his ass and leaving her in the company of this...she didn't have a word for what Bennett was. Her eyes widened as Bennett took out a needle and started to shoot up right in front of her. This was a bad dream. If she tried hard enough, maybe she would wake from it and be back in her own bed. Not that her life was anything special or great, but it had to have been better than this. She tried shaking Jesse awake a few times and when it was clear that he was out cold her eyes went back to Bennett. She glanced around the room and looked for the door. Furthermore, she was all turned around and there was so much clutter that she wasn't quite sure how to get out of there. Silently she stood up and grabbed her backpack that was on the floor next to Jesse. She hugged the wall trying to be quiet as she moved around looking for a way out. The last thing she wanted was to wake up Bennett, though as high as he was she was doubtful that it would happen. On one of the tables she saw about a dozen handguns. What could this guy possibly be doing with this much weaponry and ammo? Who was he trying to protect himself from or worse, who was he going after? It probably wasn't a bad idea to have something to protect herself with though, and she grabbed one of the guns to take with her. Of course, she had no idea how to use it, but she imagined it couldn't be that hard, you pointed it and pulled the trigger. She was looking over how to use it and seeing if there was a safety on it and not paying attention to her surroundings as she knocked over half of the ammo on the table and watched in horror as boxes of bullets fell to the ground with a loud crash and scattered everywhere. She really needed to get out of there. Bennett was already awake his drug induced comatose episode was brief. He ignored the drool seeping onto his chest, the urine tracking from the hem of his jungle shorts, but he couldn’t ignore the stranger. His eyes bugged and blurred, but he witnessed her lifting the bag and snooping around in his belongings. His tall lanky body moved like a sloth, crawling behind her on the cold floor, as she mingled in his proud arsenal. He rose behind her as quietly as a shadow. His towering body ready to unleash on the young innocent girl. Her clumsiness caused no reaction from him. Bennett grabbed a fist of hair, and before she could scream, he jammed his fingers into her mouth to where more noise came from her tennis shoe stomping the floor, and the pistol dropping from her grip, then it did from her vocal cords. He broke the tension of her neck forcing Claire’s chin upward to face him. Her green eyes, saucers of unspoken fear, stared into his, there was no soul behind his, the emptiest eyes she could imagine in these walls of hell. His large hands and spider fingers went from the knot of her hair to her larynx, while he replaced his saliva ridden fingers from her mouth with an old cleaning cloth used to wipe the rifles down. The locks of her blonde hair gripped even tighter as the knife from his sheath was removed and the sharp point pressing not quite hard enough to her juggler to pierce the skin. His putrid tongue to her ear as he whispered” Not a word. I’ll kill both of ya’” He giggled halfheartedly at Jesse’s limp body as he dragged her on the heels of her shoes past him, the backpack laying on top of the spilled bullets." He ain't going to help you right now. I put a little something extra to help you both rest, but you didn't want any." He kicked Jesse and all he got was a turning grunt. He forced her to the ladder. Jamming her face in between the small rungs. The knife placed back in the sheath and his hand under her shirt grabbing her breast and leaving instant bruising. His hot breath on her neck, and he ground his waist into her pinning her small body against the unforgiving steel. He squeezed her breast so hard that she shivered in pain. Again the evil whisper. “ You wanted to go out .Let's go out so we don’t interrupt your old man. He yanked her hair freeing her head from the rung. “ Now up!” A scream bubbled in her throat but never got to come out. This was worse than a nightmare, nightmares were just bad dreams you could wake from and this was a reality far worse than she had imagined. He'd drugged Jesse beyond just the pot that he'd chosen to do, would have drugged her too but for what? All she had to do was look into his eyes to know what he wanted from her. She tried to bite down on his fingers when he shoved them in to her mouth, but he'd angled his hand just so that she couldn't. She was about to kick him when she felt the tip of the blade touch her neck and she froze. He would kill her, she had no doubts that he wouldn't. When he nudged her towards the stairs she had no choice but to start to climb to the top. Of course, he was giving her a way out. Once she got to the top, she could run. Over the years she'd gotten damn good at running away when she'd needed to. He was high, she wasn't, she was fast and steady, he was impaired. She could do this. She didn't fight him as he led her up and out in to the open and when she hit the surface, she ran for all she was worth. Bennett’s long arm could do no better than ending up with her left shoe in his hand when she bolted from the top.“ Fuck you. Get back here you little bitch!” He slung the shoe down into the shelter and climbed out into the darkness. Leaving the bunker unsecured. He sat perched just outside the exit, cocking his head, listening to the crackling of leaves and pushed brush, as she skirmished off. He had her direction pinpointed by the noise. Furthermore, he trotted a few feet and listened again. Even though he had been the one to set each individual one of his snare traps, it was so dark and him still being discombobulated, he couldn’t be sure whether if he was going to capture himself or her first. There was no sound, she had stopped somewhere close. He snuck further into the blackness.“ I know your out there, make it easy on yourself .AND GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE! His loud rantings piercing the night air like his sharp Bowie knife cutting the tension. He kept moving to where he thought she would be. His arms blocking the branches and shoulder-high vines and webs, fighting through them, she would be no less fortunate of the same. He tried to get her to talk back.“ C’mon Candy, Clarissa, WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS. It didn’t take much to get him agitated, even when he wasn’t high.“You're not going to get away. I’ll slice you up in LITTLE PIECES AND USE YOU AS FERTILIZER. You hear me don’t you. I know your out there I can hear you breathing hard. Yeah, all these thorns and briars out here, your foot probably hurts now to don’t it. NOW WHERE ARE YOU?” Yeah, she'd heard him, every word he'd been spewing out she heard clearly. The moon was barely providing enough light to see where she was going, and he was right, the ground was tearing up her foot good, but go back to him? She'd rather die. There had to be a way to get to the road and out of these woods. Why hadn't she been paying more attention when Jesse was leading her out here? She brushed the tears away that were starting to fall again and kept going, though if she was going in the right direction or even in circles she had no idea. Claire stopped dead in her tracks when she'd heard the sound though. It was a low rumble or growl. Though she didn't know enough about animals to be sure, she knew what an angry animal sounded like. A wolf maybe? Were those even common around here. When she came to a small clearing she heard the sound again. When she turned around she saw the animal baring its teeth and couldn't help the scream that came. Slowly reaching down on the ground, she picked up a rock and threw it at the animal and took of in another run not knowing which animal was the bigger threat. The crackling sound of her pace leading away from him. He kept following her signal. He found himself blindly cornered by the beast instead. Furthermore, he couldn’t see it, but he knew it was there. The unmistakable inner growl only meant the saliva to be dripping from its lips. Bennett slowly pulled the blade from his sheath, holding it with a double fist in front of him. Then he saw the glaring eyes and humble moan of the male timber wolf crouched before him. A small sigh of glee escaped that it wasn’t a 400 lb grizzly. Smaller but just as dangerous no less.“GET! Go on, Get out of here.” He took long slashes of his blade only making the growls louder with the opening of its mouth and the sharp talon like teeth heavily exposed. The gray wolf’s eyes glued to him. Beaded, ready to attack on a moments notice, and it pounced in a bound leap lunging at him But he was ready, and the blade punctured into its ribs allowing a loud hale of retreat to pierce the air. The wounded animal took off into the darkness.“HEAR THAT LITTLE GIRL? COULD’A YOU” Bennett wiped the blood onto his thigh and replaced the sheath and began tracking her again. She was leading him in circles around the camp. As he kept trouncing through the marshy woods. She was running scared and hurt. She ran right into his outreached arms, and he shielded her mouth with one hand while wrapping her around her waist and baring a loaded pistol in the other. Furthermore, she barely had time to get out more than a muffle. He whispered in her ear. “Shhh baby…” as she fought him kicking and wriggling, he held on to her tight. Grasping to her shaking body.“Claire. CLAIRE? It’s me. What the fucks going on?” There was enough fight inside of her that it took a minute for Jesse's voice to register in her mind. Once she did, she stopped and even though he was holding her tightly, she managed to slip enough to turn around and throw her arms around him. Though she didn't want to, she couldn't help but break down completely, crying against his chest. She tried to tell him what had happened, but the words just came out in sobs that barely registered as words.Finally, she was able to collect herself enough to look up at Jesse and speak. How did she tell him that his friend had drugged him and tried to rape her, maybe kill her even? Part of her blamed him for this whole thing, for bringing her here, but then she remembered that he'd taken her away when she was in serious trouble at home, wouldn't leave her behind. She owed him, didn't she? And he wouldn't have brought her here if he'd know, would he?" Its Bennett, he put something in the pot, he drugged you. He threatened me, he was going to hurt me. Please, Jesse, we have to leave here, he's crazy, he's going to kill us"She didn't care about her bag and she couldn't remember if Jesse had anything with him either. All she wanted to do was put miles and miles between them and Bennett who clearly had something wrong with him. She looked around the clearing to see if he was coming for them, she hadn't heard a sound from him since the last time he yelled at her. Had the wolf gotten him after all? Had he gone home? Had he simply passed out from all the drugs in his system? Claire honestly didn't want to stick around to find out." Please, please Jesse please lets get out of here" The whole time she hadn't let go of him, finding comfort and a measure of safety in his arms. Jesse held her at arms distance when she started spouting off that it was Bennett and the mention of killing and rape. He couldn’t really believe her or could he? He sort of played it off. “ Yeah, he ain't going to do shit. He’s fucking’whacked. I saw the hypo down there. He’s doing them speedballs again. Fuckin’ heroin and coke. He told me he quit that shit.” He started looking around in the dark unable to see a glimmer less than 5 feet away. Her crying and tears brought concern, and the fact that his brain was still fogged up from the pep. He tucked the pistol into his waist band and brandished a small flashlight. Shining the battery spoke beam it into her frightened green eyes. Her lips still quivering. He shined the light in a circumference around them before shining it down to her bleeding bare foot. “Your shoe’s back there in the cave. As the beam went higher to her heaving chest. Her shirt looked stretched and traces of foliage all over it as well as up both legs of her jeans. He grasped the flashlight in a clench and pulled her shaking body into his comfort and warmth. “ It’s alright Claire .” He began rocking her in his arms trying to calm her and ease her mind. “It's all right. He ain't going to do nothing. He’s just being a jerk.” He hollered off into the darkness. “ ASShole. You're being an ass dick wad. You're scaring the shit out of her” The bushes rattled from behind them. “Bennett you asshole, come on out. He pulled the light again and shone it over that way. He tried to shuffle Claire along with him, but she wasn’t having it. Jesse placed the butt of the pistol in her hand. “ Here hold this if it will make you feel better, okay.” He left her grasp and began wandering through the path of the beam. "Bennett? Bennett?" In the small beam of the light a figure emerged slumbering along with a mere giggle. Blood stained pants and blood running down his legs. He wasn’t saying anything just slowly coming out in the open. His hands red from the beasts blood. His eyes glaring into nothing and a continuous mono toned low giggle.“Hey buddy What are you doing I thought you was sleeping. We are just going to have a little fun." He slung his arm around Jesse like they were the best of friends. Jesse didn’t really think much of it as the two buddies headed the short distance back to Claire. Walking arm in arm like drinking buddies. “ I thought you quit that shit man.”“ Yeah I been meaning to quit. I didn’t hurt her none.” Jokingly he commented "I just wanted her to wet my noodle, slob the ole knob ya know man? Jesse couldn’t help but laugh. His hand went down to scrub at Jesse’s crotch." Gets lonely out here." Bennett laughed out loud as they approached the dark silhouette of Claire. "Nah man it ain't going to be like that." They were close enough were everybody could see everyone’s eyes. Bennett let Jesse just move a head of him but when his hand raised from his waist line, he was now holding the blade. Ready to plunge it deep into Jesse’s back, but not before flashing a grisly smile and an obscene tongue gesture over the unknowing Jesse’s shoulder. Making sure that the scared young girl had a perfect view of what was about to happen and what he had in store for her. This wasn't happening. Jesse was talking to Bennett as if everything that had happened was one big joke. There had been nothing funny about any of this, and she was certain that Bennett wasn't trying to scare her but was truly going to hurt her. Had it all been in her head? Was she overreacting because of what had happened to her father? Oh god, she thought, why couldn't she make sense of it? They were headed back to his...he didn't even know what to call it. It wasn't a house or apartment, it wasn't even a trailer like her parents had, it was a bunker that only a crazy person would live in. And they were going back to it. Well she wasn't going to stay, she would go back with them, get her things and get the hell out of there. She wanted Jesse to come with her, but she couldn't force him to, and he seemed only too happy to stay with his friend who was clearly unhinged. Resigned, she followed them back out of the clearing. That was when she saw the glint of steel in his hand. That was when she saw the look on his face that told her in no uncertain terms that he was going to do something that could never be undone. The sound was almost deafening. A loud clash of noise followed by a much more quiet thud as he hit the ground. It wasn't until the gun fell from her hands that Claire became aware of what she'd just done. Bennett was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open in shock, but there was no life left inside of them, the knife still grasped in his hands. She looked to Jesse and back down at the ground. She wanted to scream, but it got stuck in her throat. Furthermore, she wanted to run, but she was frozen in place." He was going to kill you Jesse..... I had to" The sound of the blast was super loud. Jesse covered his head with his hands and ducked from sheer reflex. He spun around to see Bennett as he just collapsed. It was like a movie scene. He just fell over like a log. A frozen log. At the thud of the ground Jesse’s head whipped back around to see Claire, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. The shock on her face as she stared blankly back at him. Still holding the pistol, her finger uncurling from the trigger as the gun dropped to the ground, into the leaves, beside her. Jesse looked back to the lying body of his friend. Bennett’s eyes etched into his mind. A look of bewilderment as the blood started streaming from his brow, down his nose. He leaned down and grabbed his chin turning his face, the excess blood now going sideways off his forehead, and his stare into nothing never changed.“You killed him. You fucking killed him.” Jesse began shaking the dead man’s jaw.” He’s dead Claire! You shot him in the head. Jesse hand went to his own forehead. “ God almighty! Claire I can't believe….” Her shaky voice interrupted." He was going to kill you Jesse..... I had to"He turned to notice the blade still in Bennett’s grip. “What? No,” His head shifting back and forth between them. “Really?” He pulled the knife from his fingers, discarding into a bush, and stood back up, going into a rage, poised beside the ribs of his deceased friend.“You motherfucker!” Followed by an abundance of exhausting kicks to his sternum. The body erratically jolting back inch by inch into the cover of the bush. He walked over to Katie’s statuesque figure. He bent down and picked up the pistol staring at it and checking chamber and stuck it back in his waistband. Then he started threading his fingers in Claire’s hair until his hand was able to pull her head into his chest, then dropping to pull her waist into him also.“It’s okay Claire. We’ fix it. No one will ever know. I’ll tell it was me I did it. I shot the son of a bitch.” He got a wad of saliva from a facial snort and spit over the body.“Fuck him. YOU HEAR THAT? FUCK YOU BENNETT!”“Come on baby, let's go get cleaned up and find your shoe. He ain't going nowhere, maybe the hogs will eat out his asshole. Bastard. Try to kill me, huh?” He pulled Claire even tighter to his body as they started on their way back to the hole. “Not with ole six-gun-Annie here. Son of a bitch.” She didn’t want to, but he coaxed her down the ladder back into the cement cave.“It’s alright now girl. Ain't nobody going to hurt ya no more. Old Jesse here owes you now. Big time." Jesse watched as she just stood there next to her backpack.“Look. Here’ I got your shoe. Grab a few bottles of water and that rag and let's clean that foot up of yours.” The rest of the night went by in a blur that Claire doubted she would ever be able to recall. Jesse tended to her foot with a gentleness she hadn't expected and then, then he buried the body out in the woods. Nothing too deep, but it would be almost impossible to find unless someone was looking for him and there was a good chance the animals would get him before that could happen anyway. Though she wanted to cry, the tears wouldn't come, and she didn't want Jesse to see her as weak anyway. She killed someone. She had pulled the trigger and in one instant she took the light out of someone else's eyes. Yes, he was going to kill Jesse and probably her too after her was done with her. Bennett was a monster, but what was she now? The fear was gripping her heart like a vice until she could barely breathe. They walked for hours and Claire just blindly followed. When he said to rest, she rested, when he wanted to keep going, she walked, her mind playing that horrible scene over and over in her mind until she thought she'd go crazy from it. Her life had never been anything wonderful to begin with, but this was a new level of hell." Jesse? Don't you think I should go to the police? I should turn myself in. I'm going to jail aren't I?" While she spoke she stopped walking and looked around. Just where the hell were they anyway? The trek continued further and further away to anywhere but back there. Their feet only hitting dirt roads or fields, no pavement till they were clear of whatever. That was Jesse’s plan for the moment. Talk was minimal from the desperation to keep moving forward, the inclines and marsh stomping, starting to take toll on their legs, plus they both had a lot on their minds that wasn’t being mentioned. It was the second stop, about a mile out of the woods, that they managed to catch their breath when Claire started verbally speaking her thoughts." Jesse? Don't you think I should go to the police? I should turn myself in. I'm going to jail aren't I?" “The police? Yeah, you do that. Tell me how there’s a dead man buried back there in the sticks with a bullet in his head. And it was an accident. Shit c’mon girl use that fucking thing on top your shoulders there. Ain't nobody believe ya. ‘Sides anyway you ain't done nothing. Remember it was me. All me. You weren’t even there. I just told ya about it. Right? If. And I don’t think they will, ever find him. Shit they won't even start looking for him till he doesn’t show up to his monthly parole visit. I don’t know if they even know where to start lookin’ for him, for all they know. He could’a left the country.” It wasn’t so much Claire’s idea to take the numerous stops. Jesse would sometimes lag to watch Claire’s posture and when she was noticeably limping, he would make the call saying it was he that needed the break. They managed to take as many cans of fruit and bottled water they were able to stuff into the shoulder satchel along with two pistols. His pockets were bulked down with ammo. Claire was totally against the firepower, a minor disagreement that Jesse prevailed at, so guess who’s lugging the heavy backpack. His jacket was tied around his waist like an apron. Neither one of them had even thought about rationing the food and drink. The supplies were grossly limited with only Jesse’s pockets and Claire’s backpack. It was a hot and humid new day and each time they took a break they each would down a full bottle of spring water. So they’re refreshments were down to about a ¼ of what they started with already. From the looks of the sun it was near about 2pm give or take a minute. They were so far out the only traffic if any would be a farm tractor or herd of cattle. The only shade from the sun was the shadow of a fence post or one of the many corn silos. The pack was getting heavy and the weight in his pockets wasn’t helping out either. Claire was struggling as well on her maimed foot.“Just where the hell are we anyway?” Jesse looked way off down the horizon, nothing but miles of barbwire and a dirt gravel road.“ I don’t fucking no. But I know this.” He shimmied over to the side of the road next to the fence on to one of the sparse patches of grass. He removed the heavy backpack and fell over backwards to the thin cushioning. A few bullets escaped from his pocket. “ I have to stop babe.” Collapsed on the grass looking up to vast blue sky, able to see the one solo cloud overhead before having to close his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. Replaying those brief moments over, and over in his head, the single shot and then the digging of the shallow grave, the unforgettable images over and over until he felt a break in the heat and coolness of shade on his face. Opening his eyes only to see the curious emerald green eyes of Claire as she knelt over him. With the licking of his chaffing lips.“ We got to just forget about that back there Claire. Just get it the fuck out of our head. Like it never happened. How they say Cleanse our minds.” His head swiveled back behind them, looking back from where they came. “Claire there’s a truck or van or something coming up .see all that rising dust. They a ways off yet, but if they come this way. You get out there and flag them down. Tell me we're running away cause you pregnant or something.” She flashed a bewildered look that was speechless.” Just make up something for em to give us a ride a way." Just as a droplet of sweat feel from her chin splashing above his brow. He cast a wry smile. "Flaunt yourself if you have too.” There was little choice in the matter. They couldn't keep walking around like this as they were rapidly running out of supplies and some time in car could put a good amount of distance between where they had been and wherever they might be going. Looking down at herself, she stripped off the shirt that he'd made her put on the other day leaving her in just cropped tank top she had been in and tied the other around her waist and started to walk towards the approaching vehicle. Though her foot was throbbing, she made good time getting to the road and only looked back at Jesse once. She could do this. She had seen the way others in town had acted when they were trying to get someone's attention, she just had to play a role, she could do that. Furthermore, she would do that. The pickup truck that finally came in to view looked relatively new and not at all beat up like the ones she was used to seeing back at home. She pulled the shirt out that was around her waist and used it to flag the truck down. When they came to a stop she ran towards it and prayed that she was going to be able to do this." Hey thanks for stopping""No problem sweetheart, where are you heading to?" Claire judged the man to be middle-aged, probably in his early forties or so, a little overweight and married if the ring on his finger was any indication. But she could see how he was looking at her. She was going to have to go off script of what Jesse wanted her to say, there was no way he was giving her a ride if he thought she was with him and had to think fast." Anywhere but here. My brother and I, our car broke down about a town ago, and we've been walking ever since"Stretching her arms over her head for a moment, she knew his eyes were following the hem of her shirt as it lifted with her and teased at the bottom of her breasts." There's only room up front here for you, but your brother can ride in the bed of the truck I guess. I can take you as far as Clayton"Clayton was a good hundred miles from where they were. She thanked him and ran back to get Jesse."Let's go, he's willing to give us a ride to Clayton, but you have to ride in the bed of the truck. It was the best I could do, and he thinks you're my brother" Jesse cleared the sweat from his face and rose up on his elbows as he heard the vehicle nearing and the oncoming cluster of dust along with it. Snickering out loud as Claire flounced her tight little ass and jiggling her upper body around on the side of the road, waving her shirt like a distress signal as she limped across to the other side. Jesse knew her bait worked as the sound of the knob bed tires slowed to a stop beside her. Even in all the quiet he wasn’t able to make out their brief conversation. But the truck was still idling and not pulling away. Claire came prancing back at half speed to tell him of their fortunate luck. Clayton? In the back? Damn that’s like a hand.” He lifted himself up making sure the sleeves of his jacket were still tied securely around his waist before pulling the straps of the heavy backpack over his shoulder as he gazed at their driver and the awaiting chariot. He was dog-tired and lumbered towards the dust ridden blue F-150 truck. The old man leaned over, and the passenger door swung wide open for Claire to climb into the comfort of the air-conditioned cab. Jesse made his way around to the driver’s side of the vehicle. Looking into the face of the old capped man behind the rolled up window. Jesse nodded his head in appreciation for the ride. The old man acted like he wasn’t even there, his attention was more on that pretty little thing beside him now. Jesse came close looking in the dark tinted window. He tapped on the window to get the man’s attention and motioned him to roll the window down. In a Disgruntled gesture, the old fucker barely cracked the top of the glass. Jesse immediately felt the cool rush of air escape. Looking beyond towards Claire. Sneering, noticing there was enough room in there for maybe four people. Four small people but plenty of room for all three of them. Jesse looked to the eyes of the thick-skinned farmer, his face wrinkled with time and working decades in the fields and hot blistering sun.“Thanks for the ride mister. It’s sure enough hot out here. Me and.” He glared a disposing look to the slightly refreshed Claire.”. SISSY really app…” The old man grunted loud Mummy, pulled his big belly in and leaned back. All smug and comfortable now, forgetting where he comes from and wanting to roll up the window fast as he could until Jesse fingers pried in and stopped it from closing all the way. “ Hey man give me just a minute alright, let me throw my stuff in the back and get situated.” Jesse took off the backpack slowly placing it in the back of the truck bed. Standing beside the truck as the man was getting impatient and revving the engine. The exhaust on the clay road raising a cloud of orange dust. Jesse was getting furious. He reached into the backpack and then tapped again on the glass motioning for him to roll it down again. This time the old man rolled it halfway down. He was cursing and yelling before it even came down. But that stopped when Jesse stuck the barrel of the 45 in his mouth. Jesse pulled at the locked handle of the door. “Just open the door and get your ass out, and you’ll make it home tonight. Okay slowly.” Claire’s green eyes were as wide open as her speechless mouth. “ Well what do you expect baby? You think I was going to ride in the back of the truck when there all this room in here?” The door opened and Jesse pulled the old man out tossing him to the ground.” Give me your wallet.” He kicked at the old men heels as he dug in his back pocket for his bill fold. “Take off them boots too.” Jesse was thumbing through the worn denim wallet. Reading to the man his driver license.“Claire this is Mister Markus Dempsey.” His fingers going through the sparse amount of bills. “ Forty-seven dollars? That’s it?” The man started spouting off that was all he had and. “ Shut up. Just shut the fuck up.” The family photo caught Jesse attention." Hey look here Claire . That your wifey there Marcus, and two little boys.” The bare-footed man was squirming away on the clay road as if he were going to just run off into the field. Jesse fired a shot off into the air which made Claire and the old man freeze up. Jesse tossed the boots in the back of the truck and the wallet onto Claire’s lap as he climbed into the nice cool driver's seat. “ So what’ya think? Should we just shoot him? I'm positive he ain't going to say nothing.” He hollered out through the open door. “Are ya’ Not if you want daddy to come home to his family. I know where you all live. I’ll come back for ya . All of ya!! He slammed the door and accelerated down the old deserted road. Giggling over to Claire." I should make you ride in the back of the truck SISTER." A maniacal laughter as the truck barrels just a head of the enormous orange mountain of dust as they cross another county line. And what used to be home is beyond the horizon in the rearview mirror.' "Oh my god Jesse, what did you do?!" What did he do? No, what did 'they' do? She'd helped him, she'd been an accomplice to this. The last few days had brought a whirlwind of events that had Claire reeling. She'd assaulted her father, who maybe was dead, she ran away, shot a man, and now they were adding Grand Theft Auto the list of crimes. She thought she was going to be sick as the car kept on going. Rolling down the window, she craned her head out and looked back at the man they had left behind. Why would he do this? He may have been a pig, but he seemed harmless enough, and he was giving them a ride far away. Had he really done this because he didn't want to ride in the bed of the truck? Thought he was too good for that? Suddenly everything that the townspeople had said about Jesse came to mind. At this rate they were going to end up dead." Pull over Jesse, I can't do this"It was going to be bad, but she'd walk to the next town and turn herself in. It was the right thing to do. Besides, she was certain that her emotional state would probably work in her favor, but not if the kept along these lines." I said pull the car over Jesse!" The last thing she could handle was going on some Bonnie and Clyde crime spree. As much as she cared about Jesse, he was starting to scare her. She'd always known he was somewhat dangerous and in truth, she knew that was part of his appeal. But this was getting out of hand." Dammit Jesse I said pull the damn car over!" When he still made no move to do so, Claire took a deep breath and leaned over grabbing the steering wheel trying to pull them off the road. If nothing else, maybe she could get the truck to slow down or stall out on them, and hopefully not crash it. "Oh my god Jesse, what did you do?!" Jesse didn’t reply he just kept motoring down the deserted farm road. He peered over to Claire as she powered down the window, hanging her head out, eyes squinting from the dust, lips clenched tightly and her long locks of hair flowing freely away from her face. He smiled thinking she was grateful, free from all the recent turmoil that had consumed them both. Furthermore, he was excited, now he could start over and forget his past. Furthermore, he was going to anyway, but it was so much better now that he had a companion to share it with him. Well it was supposed to be, when she pulled her head back into the cab, and conformed her wind blown features, she made it clear that she wasn’t excited about it as he was." Pull over Jesse, I can't do this"Jesse glared to her with a puzzled look and then glancing over his shoulder to the road they left behind. “ Can’t do what baby? What? Him? Do you honestly think he would have given a rats ass if you aren’t half naked? He’d have blown by you like you’see one of them fence posts. You saw that look on his face. He just wanted what all men want. To get in them pants of yours. Fuck him.”" Dammit Jesse I said pull the damn car over!" He tried to mesh it out and let her make sense of it. But his foot was steady on the accelerator. “ Why you want to stroll out there in the heat AG.” He didn’t expect Claire to latch onto the wheel and jerk it while he was doing about 40mph. “What the fuck?” He didn’t even have time to get angry with her as he fought to keep the truck from spinning out or flipping into one of the grated ditches. His foot hammered into the brake, causing an upward roar of the tires trying to hold on to the hard clay. The truck bouncing like it was going over an array of speed bumps. His hands busy trying to keep the wheel in tune with the direction of the spin to prevent it from capsizing in the middle of nowhere. Once it finally stopped, his anger was placed. His head whipped to the frightened girl in the passenger seat. He raised his hand like he was going to slap the shit out her. “What the fuck girl. You could’ve killed us both.” Seeing her face and cowering backwards at the sight of his raised hand so close to her. The thought passed his mind that this is what she is trying to escape, and now he’s threatening her with more bodily harm and dysfunction. His firm hand turned to soft fingers against her cheek. Still she shied away far back into the seat pressing her back into the door. “Jesse tone becoming more sensitive and delicate. “ Hey, it’s okay I’m sorry I would never raise a hand to you.” Her eyes still clenched afraid of him, but now she slowly opened them. His fingers weaving and pushing the colored tips of her hair behind her ear. “ You just can’t do shit like that.” His hand forcing to the back of her neck in a gentle massaging manner. He leaned over into her space, smirching his face just inches from hers. Waiting for the full opening of her eyes. Looking into them, the green tint relaxing his tone even more. “I just want a new life. Don’t you? We can’t start again until we get as far away from this one as we can. I promise it won’t always be like this. It’ll get better.” Removing his hand from her and ruffling through his many scattered, torn, over filled pockets. “Shit I almost forgot. Look I got something for you.” He pulled out the multi-faceted charm bracelet and fastened it around her shaking wrist. “Like a long overdue friendship bracelet.” A plea of understanding begging from his eyes.“I only did it for you. Look at your foot down there, wouldn’t make it another block. Let me at least get us out’a here and in the next town, if you want to go, then you can go. Go your own way. If that’s what you want. But you can’t go back. You can never go back to that.” Claire didn't believe him. She didn't believe him when he said he'd never raise a hand to her, and she didn't believe him when he said that it wouldn't always be like this, because she thought it would always be exactly like this. A life full of fear and crime and running from one place to the next. She cursed the day she went with him. She cursed the day met him. All she wanted was one day to feel safe, and he was supposed to give her that, but he was starting to scare her more than all the hell they had been through on this journey. Try as she might not to, she still flinched when he touched her. Deep down she knew she wasn't being entirely fair to him, it wasn't all his fault, but he didn't have to go looking for more trouble, did he? She looked down at the bracelet he'd put on her wrist and she hated that the first thought that came to mind wasn't how sweet a gesture it was, but that he probably stole it." Jesse I...." The words wouldn't come. She wanted to leave all this behind her, and yet she was afraid to leave him as well. God, she could be so stupid at times, why couldn't she just make up her mind on what she wanted? For several long minutes she sat there, biting on her lower lip while she thought about the entire situation. She could have killed them both, he was right about that. And how would she have gotten anywhere on her foot? She hadn't even considered that. She glanced behind her and couldn't see the man anymore that they'd kicked out of his own truck. All she did know was they couldn't sit here on the side of the road for long, and they would have to ditch the truck as soon as they got anywhere. They were a target in this thing. If she stayed with him that was. But where would she go on her own? How long could she even last? God, her head hurt from all this." I'm sorry" Jesse watched as the range of emotions she was experiencing contorted her facial features. From a frightened young girl in jeopardy, to the electrifying shock of his touch, like she was cornered by the presence of a stranger. A befuddled sneer instead of an expected, seldom shared, blossoming smile, while he fastened his gesture of friendship to her wrist. Finally, once she momentarily was able to maintain eye contact with him." Jesse I...." He waited for the words to come forth, but her frozen speech hindered his reaction as well. All he could do was part his lips and mimic silently. What? His sheltered emotions began to show also. He was disappointed in himself. She knows I can’t afford something like that, shit, even if it wasn’t real thing. She knows I wouldn’t have bought it. He didn’t even bother to finish clasping it securely before withdrawing back over the small arm console, into the confines of the driver’s seat. He wasn’t sure what her next move was. Her head whipped over her right shoulder looking back into the dissipating dust storm they caused. Her pause concerned him. Even the short time he glanced at her turned away head, he could see she was weighing her options heavily. At this juncture it wouldn’t have totally shocked him if she wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Her mind was made as she turned back around to tell him"I'm sorry"Her sudden motion caused the unhinged bracelet to slip from her wrist. Jesse’s eyes watched as each little animal slunk from around her wrist and then the piece of jewelry bounced off the knee of her black pants only to disappear somewhere down on the floor mat.“It’s okay. Leave it down there. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want. Can we go now?” At her obligatory nod, Jesse put the truck in drive, and they made their way closer to their unknown destination. Jesse tried hard to stay on back roads as long as they could, but eventually they started passing the little residential areas on the outskirts of Clinton County N.C. It was just another small county with mostly farm elements, but there were little strip malls adjoining the gas stations. Items stacked on picnic tables filling the parking lots. A few people browsing around looking for things they would probably never use." I’m going to have to stop up here somewhere and put some gas in this thing fore we go any further, and you know we have to ditch this thing. I was thinkin’ if we can make it up to Fayetteville, bout another thirty miles or so. Claire I only got like less than eighty bucks, and I’m going to put 'bout five into this thing, because we're not going to have it much longer. But what I was thinking is we could catch a bus maybe and go down to Florida. I know I can find a job at one of them shipyards, and they don’t do all them background checks and stuff. They pay pretty good too. Lots of hours but they pay good money. Only thing I ain't wild about is I can't carry these guns and ammo on the bus. Maybe I can pawn ‘em, and we can get a room and rest for the night, or something, before we get on that 11-hour bus ride to Jacksonville.” If mind reading were a skill, Claire would have traded her soul to be able to know what Jesse was thinking as they drove off in relative silence. They went down the country routes and back woods makeshift trails and when they finally stopped for gas it seemed as if everything that brought them to this point was a distant memory or a bad dream. She could almost convince herself that she was just a young runaway with her boyfriend to make a life for themselves, but she wasn't just a runaway, she'd killed someone, and he wasn't her boyfriend, more like partner in crime. When he'd talked about them going down to Florida together, she said nothing, merely and meekly agreed that he knew what was best. While she wasn't afraid of Jesse, she was afraid to stand up to him, to tell him that his idea was terrible, and they needed to go back. Because she knew if she did that, he'd just cut her loose faster than she could blink, and then she'd be on her own, that scared her even more." I can get a job too. I don't know doing what, maybe waitressing or something, but...you won't have to do everything"It was an assumption that they would stick together once they got down there and one she hoped she wasn't being presumptuous about." I think I saw a sign for a pawn shop not too far from here, we should be able to get rid of all that there before we go"They drove to the pawn shop, and she stayed out in the car while Jesse handled the business inside. While she waited outside, she gave some serious thought to whether or not she wanted to go to Florida with him. Reaching down to the floor of the car, she fished out the small charm bracelet and stuck it in her pocket. She wasn't ready to wear it, but she didn't want to leave it behind either. While she knew it was stolen, it showed he'd been thinking of her. That meant something didn't it?" How did it go?" she asked, a little nervously to see what his mood would be when he got back to hate car. Hopefully it had gone well, and they could get a decent night sleep before they made their long trip, her mind finally made up. “You might have to work. There are all kinds of work down there, who knows we might end up in a beach house or Condo on the beach.” Jesse was seeing the future as he stared into her emerald green eyes. He was excited.” Florida man, the sunshine state, beaches all down the whole Eastern coast. Daytona! We could go to the racetrack.” He drove from the gas pumps over to the pawn shop in the little strip mall. “ You stay right here and think about that okay? While I’ll go see what I can get for this stuff.” Inside the pawn shop was a bidding war going on, Finally the man decided he would go no more than three hundred and fifty dollars for everything, that was the guns and the ammo. Jesse agreed even though one of the pistols he had should easily fetch four hundred to the right buyer, and the ammo by itself would go for another hundred or so. Either way the two came to terms until he asked for Jesse’s ID card. Then things kind of went South. Jesse wasn’t about to do that, Jesse turned to leave, and the man gave him a desperation offer.“One seventy-five and I ain't never seen ya boy?” The man showed him the cash and laid it down, spreading it out for him to see. Jesse started emptying the contents on the glass counter again, grabbing the money and stuffing it into his pocket and quickly exiting. He climbed back in the driver’s seat with a disgruntled look." How did it go?" Jesse pulled the crumpled bills from his pocket counting out the One seventy-five and stuffing into Old man Dempsey’s wallet after thumbing through the forty-seven dollars in it.“How’d it go? I’ll tell ya how it went. I got fucked and didn’t even get a kiss. Furthermore, I could’a sold one of them pistols for what he gave me. He wanted to see my driver’s license. No fuckin’ way that’s going to happen, so I got what I could.” He backed out of the lot, and they were on their way to Fayetteville.“Damn we should’a got a six-pack or something. Staring over to Claire and eyeing her thin body, the nice little rack she carried. Her face somewhat in a nonchalant moody look.“We’re going to be okay, you’ll see baby.” Glancing over to her again. “ We got to get us some new duds. Maybe we can find a Goodwill or discount clothes market.” His fingers brushed through the brown strands of hair covering over his ears and partially covering his neck. “I’m going to get all this shit cut off. You know we’re going to have to change our look. You can dye your hair or something. Hell I might even dye mine. He started to vogue for her his profile. “What’ya think Blonde? Maybe I just get a clean shave or maybe one of them Mohawks.” It would be hard to tell if he was serious or not by his smallish giggles.“Ya know I’m thinking I don’t want to be cooped up in no damn bus. We should drive on down to Florida. I can get us something else. I can jack a car from the airport or somewhere where it won't be missed for a little while.” Looking her way for approval. Her look was squeamish and she didn’t say anything at first.“You can wait in the room, We’ll get a room, and some food and chill out first.” He put both hands back on the wheel as the traffic started to get congested. “We can’t take this, they're probably already looking for it by now.” The road started looking more like a highway, over passes and listed exit roads and the sign said Fayetteville 3 miles. "I don't want to be cooped up in a bus either, but maybe it's the safest way for us to go?" Of course, she knew it would be his call, but if they were on the road, there would be more opportunity to get in to more trouble, more chances that they'd be seen and caught. While she didn't agree with everything, she had to admit she was excited about the prospect of Florida and a new life. A new life possibly with Jesse. It was true enough that she had her doubts about him, and he had scared her more than a little. But he'd also saved her and wasn't leaving her behind. How could she possibly be mad at him or want to leave that sense of security? The simple answer was she didn't, she wouldn't. As they drove, they were silent for a while, but it was a comfortable silence. When they finally stopped by a motel, she'd waited in the car while he paid for the room and when he came out he gave her the key and some money to get them food while he took care of their car situation. One car to be ditched, one car to be stolen and maybe in the morning they would put some good distance between where they were and where they were headed. She walked up the road about a mile where she found a small strip mall. In there she'd come across a dollar store where she'd been able to creatively spend the money he'd given her on food and drinks, a no name brand of hair color for both of them and a few other things she thought they might need such as a small purse sized first aid kit. Next door there was a drug store, a little more expensive, but she'd had enough cash on her to get them each a sweatshirt so at the very least, she could wash out their tops in the bathroom sink at the motel before they took off the next day. By the time she got back to the motel she was exhausted and Jesse wasn't back yet. The room was fairly disgusting, and she shivered as she watched a bug crawl over the small TV screen. And, what stood out the most, there was only one bed. One full sized bed for the two of them. She wasn't going to give it too much thought right then, instead she went into the bathroom and pretended it wasn't as bad as it was and got into the shower to start working on her hair. She wanted to have it done before Jesse got back so she could help him with his.

Time For a Change (steele & fln826)|rating:3.0

All or Nothing (Rhael and MrsTenpenny)

Mood Music (method that she had conceived in order to be contacted and hired was a complex one. First, an interested client had to comment on a random news article of her choice on any given website, which changed every week, with a chosen comment that also changed depending on the client in question. In order to assist potential clients in finding the correct article to comment, she would always use a fictitious account to link the new article in a comment of her own. All the comments involved always seemed relevant to the news piece being used; hardly anybody would have had reasons to suspect anything. After commenting the article in the established manner, the client would have received a sub-comment that, when deciphered using a cypher already in the client's possession, would have revealed a Deep Web address. The client would have then navigated to the address in question; a seemingly chaotic website spouting nonsense about alien visitations from the Andromeda Galaxy. Hidden within the idiotic sermons of what must have been a lunatic conspiracy theorist, as people would have surely assumed, was another encrypted piece of information for the client to decode using their personal key. The line would have disclosed the address of a safe deposit box somewhere in the United States of America. The location of the deposit box was personalized for each client, and it changed frequently, but it was always in a place where covert surveillance and even ambushes would have been extremely difficult to carry out. Upon discovering the location of said deposit box, the client had twenty-four hours to reach it and leave encoded instructions. Such instructions, usually contained within a secure data storage device, would have been decrypted with a key that the client had already provided in previous contacts. Required material, as well as the payment in full was also left inside the mailbox. The payment was always in advance, always in one or more transparent plastic bag, and always in neatly arranged wads of cash. China's Ministry of State Security, the Australian Secret Intelligence Service, the Canadian Security Intelligence Service, Italy's External Information and Security Agency, France's Directorate-General for External Security, India's Research and Analysis Wing, Germany's Federal Intelligence Service, Israel's Mossad and Shin Bet, Russia's Foreign Intelligence Service, the ever popular UK's MI6, and the always infamous Central Intelligence Agency and the National Security Agency from the US of A. All these institutions, as well as other private entities—the very rich and the very powerful of the world—were on the list of clients she habitually worked for. Foxglove was her codename. For ten years she had cast her shadow on the worldwide Intelligence community, selling her expertise to all those willing to pay. Her conditions: cash in advance, no handlers, and no surveillance. Nobody knew who she was. Her real name, her face, her gender, her nationality, her age, where she lived; mysteries still waiting to be solved. What was known, and well, was that she was extremely skilled. Her failure rate was zero percent. She had never failed a job. Highly reliable and always available, Foxglove was the first choice when the governments around the world needed to accomplish dirty work that their national agencies should have avoided. The woman named Foxglove had just returned to her posh apartment in New York City, at the last floor of a six-story building of the TriBe Ca neighborhood in Lower Manhattan, after retrieving instructions for a new assignment. The CIA was the employer this time. The nature of the job was challenging enough that she had already established her inability to operate alone. Usually she rejected any job that required more than a field agent to be completed successfully, but this time, the payment was so high as to change her habits. Thirty million in Euros, her favored currency. The choice was an easy one. She would have simply terminated her temporary partner at the end of the job, in order to ensure her complete anonymity. Selecting such a partner was the primary task that occupied her thoughts and activities in the following days. She needed a technical expert to complement her more personal array of skills, which focused primarily on planning and improvisation, disguise, infiltration, and various combat techniques. Someone who could have, for example, proficiently dealt with complex security systems. The search was conducted using public Internet access points at various locations that she deemed secure enough, and through a few trusted info brokers who she could reach without exposing her identity and physical appearance. One name kept coming up: Wisteria. Black and white surveillance photos she had managed to acquire clearly showcased the woman's beauty. Perhaps more than her looks, the woman was noteworthy for her excellent technical abilities and knowledge that would have surely come in handy during the new assignment. The woman resided in the United Kingdom. Foxglove decided to make contact in person, face to face. She had the upper hand, as she knew where to find the target and how she could have contacted her without raising suspicions. Wisteria, on the other hand, had no inclination that somebody was headhunting her. A new fake identity was needed for the trip across the pond. The forger she employed was also someone who she could have approached without risks; matter of fact, all of her habitual contacts offered such security. And all of her contacts knew enough about Foxglove to know that attempting anything shady would have been unwise. A few days later, a brand-new passport for someone named Kelly Armstrong was in her slender hands. All she had to do was add photos, which was something that she could have accomplished without the help of a professional forger. The British Airways' Airbus A380 landed at the Heathrow Airport of London at 1605 local hours. Relaxed after having slept for eight hours in a comfortable business class seat, she went through the usual check out procedures without any unforeseen inconveniences. To the world, she was a young and energetic Kelly Armstrong, an American tourist anxious to explore the attractions offered by the United Kingdom. The passable three-star hotel she had selected perfectly correlated the fictitious identity that she was portraying. A young girl traveling alone probably couldn't have afforded to stay in a better hotel. She knew when and how to approach Wisteria. For the time being, she was happy to stay put in her room and make her preparations. In order to maintain her cover and minimize any risk, she had planned to remain in the UK a full week, regardless of how quickly she would have recruited her intended target. Enough of an excuse to take the clothes stored in her luggage and move them with her usual meticulous care in the closet offered by her hotel room. The personal effects were then arranged in the small adjacent bathroom. Relying on her Samsung Galaxy smartphone, she set a timer for one hour and thirty minutes, after with she removed her clothes and slithered in the shower of the bathroom. By the time she was done showering, drying up, brushing her flowing golden hair, applying make-up and dressing anew, with a fresh set of stylish and dark clothes, the timer was almost up. Perfect timing, as intended. She abandoned her room to visit the small bar of the hotel at the first floor, where she ordered a Cosmopolitan. The bartender manning the counter was gracious enough to answers a few questions about London. Typical tourist queries that, in truth, Foxglove already knew. Impersonating an individual that didn't really exist required focus and a deep understanding of the character being portrayed. She hadn't become the most sought-after clandestine operative in the world by being shallow and inconsiderate to details. As she sat on the stool with her toned legs crossed, she couldn't help but wonder if Wisteria was also someone as meticulous as she was. Chances were high that she was, or her reputation wouldn't have been as stellar as it was advertised. Such a shame that the woman would have quietly died at the end of that job.(1352 | Foxglove's Attire (( didn’t know which was worse, actually getting a job or anticipating one. Her extensive knowledge as an electronics and surveillance expert proved to be beneficial for a number of jobs she had been assigned to in the past. The ability to bypass just about any security system was just an added bonus, though she rarely ever got to do this. Fact of the matter was, most tasks were surface level. They were never difficult. Bothersome, maybe. All it took for her to get what she needed was a few key presses or even going as far as using the infamous Stingray tracker, used to monitor cell phone usage in both the States and the United Kingdom. It was certainly nifty and aided her immensely when it came to getting direct information from targets. Typically, she got a lot of groundwork, gathering intelligence via email, postal interception, search histories and file transfers. This involved constant traveling, whether it was simply going overseas into the States or making that trek across the equator, she did it all. Working for M16 as an intelligence officer overall was. Mundane and repetitious. Wisteria hardly had time for herself and when she did, she was either still working or sleeping off her jet lag. M16 looked for independent, self-driven people, who didn’t fit into a particular pigeonhole. She wasn’t entirely sure what they liked about her to begin with; she was quiet, didn’t have many friends if any at all, and never spoke about herself. The only thing that could come to mind as to why they hired her was her headstrong attitude and how meticulous she was. Nobody knew anything about her except her codename and her mesmerizing feminine figure. Everything else was tucked away in secret and only few private contractors who worked closely with M16 knew of her capabilities and the fact she was a rather pretty and capable English woman. Work was her central focus, and she even maintained a level of professionalism even if she wasn’t on a job. Some jobs, however, did get a bit tricky at times. Hand-to-hand combat was something that was foreign to her, but as an agent, she was required some training to at least defend herself. Although not the best by any means, she relied on her quick wit to get her out of sticky situations. In the back of her mind, this was always a worry for her. Would she be able to defend herself? Her smooth hand caressed the slick black Le mat Revolver that clung to its holder against her bare thigh. She swallowed a lump in her throat, tugging her tight fitted pencil skirt down slightly to conceal it further. No sense in thinking about something like that now... Today was one of the days she had time to kill before she was supposed to venture out to the United States in the matter of days for business, so she decided to get a hotel room and live comfortably for that duration, doing what she pleased. Unbeknownst to her, however, there would be a specific woman there waiting at the very same hotel she would be staying in. The St. Giles Hotel. She was very familiar with this hotel and who worked there, knowledgeable on all the ins and outs as well. This soothed her, in case anything were to happen. The employees didn’t suspect what she did for a living, assuming she was some sort of businesswoman that traveled often. She preferred to keep it that way. She approached the entrance of the hotel, dragging her trolley case behind her as she entered the lobby. Furthermore, she didn’t pack much, mostly just tech if an assignment came up last minute. Clothes were typically bought at the nearest store depending on where she was at the time so it wasn’t a necessity for her. Perhaps she would go out in the evening and buy herself something nice. The lobby of the hotel was her favorite part of the entire building. The floor was tiled in fine marble, which made every step echo. Embroidered, silk sofa surrounded a large lounge area. Her manicured fingers unbuttoned the top of her red blouse, allowed the cool AC of the building kiss her fair skin. She smiled warmly at a few employees she recognized, approaching the front desk to retrieve her key card. Her palm lingered on amber-colored wood and a green granite top before excusing herself to a café just adjacent to the bar. She visited the bar on and off when she visited, usually to alleviate any stress she had with any hard liquor available. With key card in hand, she hesitated, slipping into the café next door instead. The café was quiet, only one server and two other patrons sipping tea and reading the paper. Exquisite paintings hung from the rich, red walls. Even the door hinges were engraved with elegant designs. She claimed a spot near the door, ordering a cup of hot tea herself and sliver of fruit cake. Her gaze flickered upward, eyebrows lifted at the change in decor. Not so much of a 3-star hotel at this point... With her fruitcake gone, she sipped on her tea quietly, leaning down in her bag to retrieve her iPhone, unlocking it as she pulled up her flight information for Russia in a few days, her fingertips tapping on the glass table in front of her. Her "name" was Elizabeth Lancaster on all her flight information and IDs at the moment, running her tongue against the front of her teeth as she calculated in her mind how much traveling she would be doing and how quickly she would be able to get this job done. Her directions weren't necessarily clear, just to monitor the Bank of Moscow, check for suspicious activity, nothing too exciting. Times like this she often fantasized about just dropping everything and leaving, unsure which direction she was going to go. But all the while, she was conflicted. There had to be somewhere, someplace where she could utilize her skills however she pleased. A woman could dream, huh? ("I have you at a disadvantage," Foxglove opened while she sat at the same table by the entrance. A sultry smile donned her plump lips for a few seconds, bright cerulean eyes never faltering from Wisteria's fair visage. "You see, I know exactly who you are and what you do for a living, my dear Wisteria. I know your employers as well, and I know that you should be heading to Moscow soon. Please, there is no cause for alarm. Allow me to explain the reason as to why you are being approached in this manner. Perhaps my offer will capture your interest." Now came the hard part, which was to explain to a beautiful, intelligent woman why she should have ditched her country and her organization in order to go rogue and work alongside somebody she knew noshing about. Foxglove's hands carefully slid on the table's surface, forming a triangle with the thumbs and index fingers of either hands. The expression on her face took a serious note while she briefly mentioned who she was, without revealing any detail that could have given any sort of advantage to the other woman. She merely mentioned that she was a freelance clandestine operative seeking the help of another capable individual for a job that would have surely elevated their personal wealth." I have been employed to investigate and break in a casino that might be a front for terrorism activities within the US sovereign soil. My employer is a three-letter acronym, probably the most popular in the world; I am confident you can guess which one. The payment is already in my possession. Thirty million in Euros, cash. I am willing to give you half in exchange for your help. I need a security expert such as your lovely self. Furthermore, I know you are more than capable of dealing with all the modern tech and gizmos that we could possibly come across in the casino." Without even realizing it, Wisteria had selected the perfect place for such a meeting. The few customers inside the café weren't paying any attention to the two women sitting together, and the place wasn't quiet enough as to allow unwanted parties to eavesdrop on a delicate conversation. Despite the favorable conditions, Foxglove's always prudent approach led her to pause her speech and cast glances around to make sure that it was safe to proceed with the recruitment pitch. Hopefully the woman sitting on the other side of the table was receptive to what she was hearing."I are anything like me, then you probably desire to be free. You have considerable skills that have led me straight to you. I am approaching you in person, rather than play games with you, because I want you to look right into my eyes and judge for yourself whether you can trust me or not. I will come to Moscow with you, and we can deal with your assignment together, after which it'll be your turn. You will fly to the US with me, and together we'll tackle the casino job." The server's approach was immediately noticed. Foxglove smoothly changed topic as if everything was absolutely normal. She began talking about that one time when two friends sitting together at the table had visited marvelous Rome and all its ancient monuments. When the conversation was interrupted by the inevitable greetings and request for an order, Foxglove ordered black tea and a slice of apple pie to go along with the beverage. Only when the server was out of earshot she resumed the real conversation that hand been put on hold all of a sudden." So, do you think I can count on you? I know someone in the MI6 who owes me a pretty big favor. I can call in that favor and make sure that you won't be disturbed for as long as you're with me. After we're done, if the life of a freelancer will have charmed you, then I can make sure that you can be quietly dismissed from the MI6. Not bad of an offer, don't you think?"(684 | Foxglove's Attire (( The brunette was taken aback at the blonde that approached her suddenly. Her delicate hand brushed the side of her thigh, her fingertips trailing up inside the charcoal fabric and tugging it up some to reveal more of her soft, porcelain skin. The gun was secured tightly in its holster upon inspection, her gaze glued to the woman's prominent one. She couldn’t help but inspect her quietly, one hand in her lap while the other clasped her teacup between two slender fingers. Her forehead creased a bit at the sound of her name and the fact she knew she was going to Moscow, but she remained silent, pressing her crimson stained lips against the side of the glass. Despite such a strange and unforeseen confrontation with someone that was possibly a threat, she couldn’t help but take in the young woman’s appearance. Particularly how fitted her button up and pants were, accentuating every curve and certainly making more physical attributes. Noticeable. Her voice radiated authority, yet with each word that left her tongue, there was something soothing about it. This woman probably could do some damage and seemed as if she could handle her own, but there was something in her, perhaps a side to her that nobody ever saw. Everyone had their own stories, after all." You’re all business, aren’t you?” She pressed, the corner of her lips twitching up in a rather small grin as her accent became apparent. The words rolled off her tongue in a timbre of warmth. Her diction was precise and sexy and wasn't as rough in comparison to other English accents such as those from Liverpool. It was the typical BBC news reporter. “Not even going to chat me up?” Her fingers slid along the brim of her cup, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly, obviously skeptical of the woman before her. As she continued, however, Wisteria’s grin had faded, becoming equally serious as Foxglove. There was quite a bit of money on the line. 15 million Euros, just for herself. But just how gracious was this freelance operative? Why her? So many questions that needed answering kept nagging at her brain, resulting her in setting her cup on the glass with a soft ‘clink’. Her hand rubbed at the small of her neck, leaning back into her chair. “Can’t say it’s unreasonable. But I’ll need some time to think. There are a lot of variables to consider in this.” She stated simply, lifting one leg and allowing it to rest over her other, bouncing it slightly. “I made plans for myself tonight. You know, what you said about being free and all. I intend on going through with these plans, but I will consider your rather charitable offer.” She paused briefly, an idea coming to mind. Once she didn’t normally offer to anyone. “Unless... You’d want to join me, instead.” She gave a small shrug as she went on. “Get better acquainted over a few drinks. Or plastered. Whichever you prefer, really. But I’d like to know who I’m going to be potentially working with. I don’t expect you to tell me your life story, but I do want to hear more details and get things sorted, and then I’ll come to a decision.” It appeared that Foxglove needed her help above all else. Nobody had shown much interest in her prior to this engagement, but then again, nobody really spoke to her nor knew much about her to begin with. She was often alone since company wasn’t a priority for her. However, there were only so many people in the world that harnessed the abundance of knowledge as her, so she assumed she would be a rather fantastic asset to this experienced woman. Plus, she wouldn’t mind working with someone who seemed just as intelligent and professional as her. Foxglove’s looks were a plus and may or may not have given her a bit more incentive to join, but she left it at that, not saying anymore as she finished off the rest of her tea. (cocked her head to a side, her flowing golden hair quivering slightly as she did so. A glacial look was now fixed onto Wisteria's face, interrupted only when she nodded sharply to redirect the woman's attention towards the edge of the table. The black barrel of a Glock 22 .40 Smith camp; Wesson could be seen just above the table's surface, pointed at an angle to hide the bulk of its frame as well as aim it right towards Wisteria's forehead. The ghost of a smirk danced on Foxglove's plump lips. "And why should I be anything but professional? Why would I come and socialize with you? So that you can catch me off guard? I told you that there was no reason to be alarmed. You think I don't know you've been touching the gun you keep on your thigh? That's a terrible place to keep a weapon, by the way, which means you're better suited for technical jobs than proper field work." During her pause, the gun clutched in her hand disappeared as if magic, returning safely in the inside the waistband holster tucked in the front of her skinny black jeans. She was so fast that maybe even someone like Wisteria had troubles following what was unfolding. She surely hadn't noticed the sleight of hand that Foxglove had enacted to reach for her own sidearm. Sidearm, among other things, that she had acquired from on of her contacts in London before booking her hotel room. "If I wanted to harm, you would already be on a morgue's slab. And you would have never seen me coming." Silence befell as she focused on the pie she had ordered. Much to her surprised, it must have been the best apple pie she had ever eaten in thirty years of life. Funny, as she had always been convinced that the best apple pie was made in the United States. Bite after bite she ate the slice with refined manners, the little silvery fork tightened between her fingers moving with such elegance and precision that was almost inhuman. Every movement she produced seemed somewhat odd, almost... alien in nature. Purposely, her lips remained glued for minutes that seemed to last an eternity. She didn't say a word. She merely cast fleeting gazes at Wisteria from time to time while she savored the black tea. Sipping the liquid slowly, she imbibed the content of the cup until it was empty. Only then her demeanor changed completely, a sudden smile donning her lips whilst she waved a hand to catch the server's attention. She asked what was due for both women sitting at the table had order, and promptly paid the bill in cash when it was presented." I am not interested in getting to know you at this time. I have a job to do and that's my only concern," Foxglove said calmly as she stood up. "You can either accept my offer or you can continue playing little insignificant soldier for the MI6, never truly getting anywhere, always controlled by men who you won't even meet. If that's the life you want for yourself, then be my guest." She approached the exit without hesitation, sure that Wisteria would have pondered on her current life and whether she should have passed up the offer that had arrived at her doorstop. Foxglove was influencing her, or trying to at the very least. She knew enough about Wisteria to know that the woman wasn't fully satisfied by her current job and position. A chance to live free and operate as a freelancer must have been highly appealing to her. Foxglove was banking on the fact that the lure of such a proposition would have been too strong." I'm staying in room 69. Maybe I picked it on purpose, or maybe not. I'm sure you can figure out which hotel I'm talking about." Her right eye crumpled in a quick wink. She left the café and never looked back.(666 (Praise Satan) | Foxglove's Attire (Did this woman really expect her to just tag along? Especially now, after pointing a gun at her? A rather nice one, in fact. She had to admit, this woman had some balls, and she definitely didn’t wish to get on her bad side at this point. Her eyes focused on the gun, cocking an eyebrow as she deduced internally that there was probably one bullet already in the chamber. Despite this, Wisteria wasn’t as startled as she thought she would have been with a gun aimed at her skull. She was surprisingly calm throughout the whole ordeal, her mouth pressed into a firm line as she took in Foxglove’s words. A breathy chuckle left her lips, giving a slow nod.“There’s a reason I’m an intelligence officer and not doing fancy field work, like you. I’m not a marksman by any means, but that does not mean I can’t defend myself through other means.” She cautiously pulled out a sliver tube, popping off the top and revealing the lavish lipstick that was already painted on her lips. With a quick swipe, she touched up any imperfections before sliding it away, all the while silently watching the blonde before her. Foxglove’s actions were rather robotic, as if she had done this sort of “interrogation” many times before. She came to the conclusion that this woman was terribly meticulous. It was both a blessing and a curse. Foxglove was right though, she probably would’ve killed her sooner if that was her true intent, but she didn’t. “Break my heart some more why don’t you?” Wisteria joked in response to her rejection, running her hands along the hem of her skirt, tugging it down some. It was understandable. Why would she trust her? Although her intentions weren’t malicious, there was no way of her knowing that. Her eyes scanned the woman as she stood, watching her turn and leave just as quickly as she arrived. There was something intriguing about her, there was no doubting that. She looked down at her lap, twiddling her fingers in consideration. The money was definitely worth it. But the question still remained, how could she trust her? How could they trust one another? Finally, she stood, stretching her arms out before leaning down and grabbing her trolley case, tucking a few more bills underneath her cup as a tip before leaving the café. Wisteria found herself fiddling with her key card as she took the elevator up to her room, surprised to find that their rooms weren’t so far apart. Ironically, they were on the exact same floor, though each of their respective rooms were separated by at least ten other rooms. Her heels thumped against the carpet as she passed by room 69, not sparing a glance as she stopped in front of her door, room 81 and let herself in. “What to do... What to do...” Wisteria thought aloud, locking the door behind her and leaning her bag against her bed as she sat upon the firm mattress, deep in thought. Going to Moscow alone wasn’t a concern for her. Yet having Foxglove there would ensure things ran smoothly. So many “buts” and “ifs” flooded her mind, plaguing her mind with doubt. There was much to consider, so she would give the woman her answer when she was ready.(night fell, the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. Wisteria was still in the confines of her room, now changed into something more appropriate for the plans she had ahead. She wore a campy cleavage-flaunting black gown that stopped at her toes. Her make-up was minimal, removing the bright red lip completely and replacing it with a more complimentary nude and dark shadow and liner around her deep, brown eyes. As she grabbed a small clutch, she filled the space with her phone, her key card, some money and any IDs she had on her. A small earpiece was tucked and hidden inside her ear, able to translate any foreign language in real time. If she was going to have some fun, she might as well be aware of her surroundings and have the potential of retrieving any information that would be useful to her. As she retreated from her room, she shut the door behind her, putting up a “do not disturb” sign along the knob as she made her way down the hall. A few people lined the halls, laughing loudly with drinks in their hands as they either entered their rooms or went out of the building to enjoy the night ahead of them. She grunted in annoyance as one of the drunken women bumped into her, forcing her to glare at her, not a word escaping her lips as she continued onward. Wisteria stopped as she stood alongside room 69, biting the inside of her cheek as she lifted her hand, clenching it tightly into a fist before sighing. Her knuckle came into contact with the mahogany a few times, tucking a few loose strands of curled hair behind her ear as she waited, tapping her heel against the carpet. (was watching Coronation Street on the television when she is hard the knocking on the door. There was only one person in London who would have any reason to disturb her in her hotel room at that hour of the evening. Despite such a notion, she slid a hand under the pillow on the other side of the bed, gripping the Glock 22 as she stood up to walk towards the door. A quick glance in the peephole revealed the figure of the person she had already imagined. In truth, all she could see was a tremendous pair of breasts barely covered by the garment Wisteria was wearing. The door was fully opened with a sudden swing. "You enjoy being provocative, don't you? Get in a close the door, please." Foxglove turned around and stepped forward towards the bed, leaving her sidearm in full view on the simple desk not far from the TV set. A test of sort; she was curious to see if Wisteria was someone she had perhaps misjudged. If she had attempted to reach the pistol, Foxglove would have been very disappointed. Still dressed in black, casual clothes as before, minus her ankle boots, she hopped back on the bed and found a comfy position from which she would have enjoyed the old UK show that had been airing on television ever since 1960." Have you considered my offer yet, or is this just a social call to try and get to know me better?" A gaze lingered on the other woman's stunning figure as she threw her hands behind her golden head, intertwining all of her fingers on her nape. She already knew that Wisteria was quite the looker, but seeing her in person was a whole new playfield. She couldn't help but wonder if the British lady would have liked the surprise that Foxglove featured between her legs. Even though she had identified as female ever since she was a teenager, her decision to become a trans woman was also a strategic and tactical choice that had favored her exploits in the field as a freelance operative." What to get in bed with me? I mean, this show is quite entertaining, and the bed is large enough for the both of us." Half a smirk danced on Foxgloves' plump lips, accompanied by one of those intriguing looks that usually left most people bewildered, especially insecure individuals. Her sultry gaze remained glued to Wisteria's beautiful visage while she stoops up from the bed once more, approaching the other lemme with such a gait that reminded of a predator about to jump on its prey. The left arm snaked around Wisteria's perfect slim waist, while the other slithered around her shoulders. Both hands applied enough pressure to gently spun the British lady on her own axis. "Or maybe you want to get out of here and have some fun? Isn't that what you wanted, in the end?" The words were spoken in an erotic whisper, her lips just an inch away from Wisteria's ear. Her pelvis had been thrust enough to brush against Wisteria's shapely ass, and enough to let her feel what was inside the skinny jeans Foxglove was donning. Either she would have been intrigued to feel the prominent bulge pressing against her skin, or she would have immediately decided to be an embodiment of professionalism, in which case Foxglove would have been more than happy to finally focus on the task at hand. Either way, she waited to gauge Wisteria's reaction and next move.(593 | Foxglove's Attire (Wisteria was greeted with absolute silence, initially. She suspected the blonde had left or something of the sort. A few more beats of silence enveloped her before she was greeted by the door swinging open abruptly. She blinked in surprise, greeted by none other than Foxglove herself. The woman before her never ceased to elicit goosebumps on her skin, whether it was her visage, impressive physique, or all around dominant demeanor, she felt her body become rigid for that brief moment. The woman’s comment jarred her out of her thoughts, simply rolling her eyes. “I enjoy being myself, yes. No harm in showing a bit of cleavage.” She added sarcastically, shutting the door behind her before stepping into the main room and adjusting the fabric against her chest. The gown was certainly flashy, but that would be an understatement. Both females knew just how revealing it was, her massive breasts just barely contained by the charcoal fabric. Whether Wisteria’s intentions were those similar to a seductress or not, that was left unknown. Her attention strayed to the television, the corner of her nude lips curling up in a smile at the familiar theme song she had heard so many times before. She pointed a manicured finger at the screen as a feline came into view, curling up at the top of a building. “My mum would drag me out just to watch Coronation Street and Emerald with her. Lots of sleepless nights.” There was a brief pause, hesitating to say more as she shifted her body in Foxglove’s direction, her smile slightly fading.“I have been thinking. As I’ve said, just loads of things to consider under the circumstances. You don’t trust me, I don’t trust you.” Wisteria’s thumb pointed directly at the gun Foxglove had so graciously shown her earlier that day before dropping her hand to her hip, gripping the soft flesh there as she tilted her head at the woman’s question. “You seemed just fine watching the show by yourself so by all means-”(had no intention of fumbling with her words until she noticed Foxglove make her way towards her, as if reveling every second they were apart until they finally united. Her breath caught in her throat, the tiniest gasp escaping her lips as she was spun around, breasts jiggling in response to the sudden change in position. Her brown-mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint at the woman’s suggestive wording, finding it rather difficult to gather herself. It had been ages since she was this close to a woman, so naturally she remained where she was, not daring to move an inch especially when her warm breath hit her skin. Fuck... Her eyebrows twitched in interest upon feeling the protruding bulge that was hidden beneath the denim, causing her lips to part ever so slightly as if about to speak, but no words managing to come out. With a slight teasing pressure of her rear against the front of her jeans, she turned around, completely facing her partner now. She was silent at first, allowing a smudge of vulnerability to show through her gaze. Whether she was able to read it or not, she was unsure. Her breasts just barely grazed the woman’s body before she finally was able to speak.“I know if your intentions were to harm me you would have already done so, I’m not an idiot. Though, it seems like you need me more than I need you.” Wisteria spoke in a voice just above a whisper, unable to conceal the seductive fluctuation in her tone. “I… am I willing to cooperate and work with you. Not that I’m expecting this to end in shambles, but I suppose there is much more I could do with the knowledge I have.” (hint of a smile crept on Foxglove's ruby-colored lips the moment she heard Wisteria's acceptance. With the recruitment process out of the way, she could have now focused on assisting the newly acquired partner during her job in Russia. It was odd to send an agent to investigate a bank, but perhaps said bank was hiding skeletons in the closet that had to be brought to the light. Banks were tricky to deal with, given their considerable level of security. It made no difference to Foxglove; nothing was impossible, nothing was forbidden." Let's not waste time, then. I suggest you go get some rest. We can depart for Moscow as soon as tomorrow morning and get your assignment sorted out. If you don't have tickets yet, leave it to me. And if you do, refund it. You can give me more details once we'll be there. I'm sure you already have a cover for your job and everything you need is in place, but if not, then let me know. I'm in contact with several high-level members of the Russian Mafia that could help us get what you need. It's all about getting results, right? The sooner we send those results to your current superiors, the better." She accompanied Wisteria to the door, a hand delicately pressing against the small of her back. There was no doubt that the two women would have spent much time together, thus the chance of getting to know each other better would have surely been there. Of course, Foxglove had no intention of revealing anything about her past, or anything that could have led Wisteria to understand Foxglove's background, but she saw no harm in showing who she was, how she operated in the field, and even how she liked to have fun in those rare moments when she allowed herself a break. Alone in the room, she used the telephone on the bedside table to call the reception desk at the first floor. The kind woman who picked up the call promptly helped her to obtain two first class tickets for Moscow aboard an Aeroflot's flight—Russia's airlines. The airplane would have departed from Heathrow at 1100 local hours, which would have given the newly formed pair ample time to sleep, get ready and go to the airport to catch the flight. With a little luck, the assignment would have been completed swiftly and without mistakes. At 0600 sharp Foxglove was already out of the bed and dressed in a tight running tank top that left her stomach completely exposed. Black leggings covered her legs, and a pair of brand-new Nike running shoes donned her feet. Just because she was in a foreign country, she couldn't see any reason as to why she should have interrupted her routine, which included an eight-mile run, followed by aerobics and final stretching. There was a park not far from the hotel, the Camber well Green, and that's where she headed to take care of her daily training. At 0900, she was out of the shower, dried and already dressed for the flight ahead. As usual, she had opted for casual clothes that gave her the freedom to move with maximum efficiency, just as she preferred it. Button down shirts, tight jeans, and ankle boots were permanents fixtures of her outfits. What changed was merely the colors of such garments; black, gray or dark blue, sometimes a combination of all three colors, but no others. And no sunglasses. Never sunglasses, as one could often be seen in spy movies. Wearing sunglasses was a sure way to attract attention. It was Foxglove's turn to go knock at Wisteria's door. Hopefully the woman was ready to head out and fly to lovely Russia.(622 | Foxglove's Attire (The morning brought strings of white stratus to contrast against the blue sky. They drifted lazily in the breeze without destination or purpose. She peered out over the balcony of her room, her eyes taking in the bright colors squeezing through clouds. It was chilly, she thought, pulling her blanket around her bare shoulders. Wisteria padded back inside the confines of her room, running her fingers through her hair as she rested on her bed, eyes fixated on her television screen. Nothing seemed to pique her interest at the moment, besides yet another rerun of Coronation Street. Her hand reached out to the breakfast platter before her, claiming a few slivers of sliced pineapple and mango before eating them greedily. Glancing at her watch, she let out a deep sigh. This was the first time she would ever be working with someone. Let alone someone like Foxglove. It intimidated her immensely, but she’d rather have the woman on her side. Ignoring the slight nausea that ate at her stomach, she hopped into the shower. She remained in there for some time, her hands slipping over her drenched breasts, fingertips even going as far as circling dangerously between her legs. If she didn’t stop herself now, it would be difficult to do so later. Reluctantly, she shut the water off and carefully stepped out of the shower, analyzing herself in the mirror. Her dripping body was wrapped in a warm towel, using a small hand cloth to dry off her hair. A knock on the door jarred her out of her thoughts, eliciting a soft “shit” underneath her breath as she approached the door. She peeked through the peephole, immediately unlocking the door when she realized who it was. A few seconds passed between the two, a small smile creeping on Wisteria’s lips as she stepped aside to allow Foxglove entry. “Good morning.” She greeted softly, shutting the door behind her and locking it for good measure. “I have everything packed and ready to go. Just need to get dressed. There’s a bit of breakfast there if you’re hungry.” She pointed a finger at the platter she had ordered. It was complimented with an assortment of fruits, muffins and toast as well as tea and coffee. She retreated to the bathroom once more to dry herself off. The door was left ajar, so that she would still be able to hear her partner. She began to dress herself, shifting her hips side to side to get her slacks up and over her voluptuous rear. On top, she wore a fitted turtleneck that accentuated the perfectly sculpted mounds on her chest. The lights in the bathroom flickered off, and she emerged, combing her hair back into a high ponytail. “I have something for you, by the way. I’m sure you’re bilingual, though. Perhaps even multilingual, but…” She trailed off a bit, walking over to her case and pulling out a palm sized, black velvet bag. Her fingertips fished out whatever was inside, and she placed what appeared to be a smaller version of an ear bud in the female’s palm. It was fragile and roughly the size of a dime. “I was tweaking around with it last night so it might not be my best work, but you’ll be able to distinguish any language in real time. I’ve also tinkered with it enough to make it so that we can communicate through it as well if we’re at different places, vantage points, what have you. It won’t be able to be recognized by metal detectors or any of the sort so you’ll be fine wearing it at the airport.” She gave a mere shrug, rubbing the side of her neck thoughtfully before slipping on a pair of navy kitten heels.(shifted her body towards her comrade, leaning down to lift her back and gripping the handle with her hand as she shut the television off. “I’m pretty much settled. I suppose the only thing to discuss is what my job is in Moscow. It’s all very odd, I’m afraid. They didn’t necessarily give me any sort of information which is… infuriating to say the least. No target, no description. Just ‘keep your eyes on the Bank of Moscow and note any suspicious activity.’” She drummed her fingers against her lips, appearing deep in thought. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions and assume the job was destined to fail from the beginning but who knows.”

All or Nothing (Rhael and MrsTenpenny)|rating:4.0

Telehorpia acadamy ^open and accepting^

Deep in the woods of the forest of Calypso. There's a castle. A giant castle. It's a grayish color and it's very large. It was founded by a dark sorceress named Penelope who used it to practice her black arts. She taught students here and after her death her daughter Serial managed to take over. She decided to create a school for princes and princesses. Furthermore, she got bored with the idea and decided to open it up for any child who could afford the expensive price that is. So she declared it Telehorpia academy for the deathly. ---------- CLASSES Archery - Learn the basics are archery and fletching. Learn to hold a bow properly and fit an arrow into it. Learn to carve an arrow out of wood and feather it. Learn the best woods to use for creating the best arrows and bows. Learn to string a bow properly. Teacher-Kyo SakowskiTimes- 8-9 Am, 12-1 Melee - Learn the basics of how to fight with a sword, club, spear or mace. Learn to dodge frontal attacks. Learn to fight aggressively and defensively. Teacher-Times- 9-10 Am, 1-2 Pm Magic- Learn to create potions and spells. Learn the basics of casting and teleporting. Learn how to curse those who bother you and learn how to cure any sort of ailment. Teacher-Alexandria NightTimes-10-11 Am, 2-3 Pm Etiquette- Learn how to behave properly at a party or a ball. Learn how to eat properly and to sit properly. Learn how to walk properly. Learn how to treat others properly. Teacher-SariaTimes- 8-9 Am, 12-1 Pm History- Learn the limited history of the princes and kings of our past. Learn about our past mistakes in warfare and how to fix them the proper way. Teacher-Times- 9-10 Am, 1-2 Pm Geography- Learn the map of our area. Learn where the different creatures live and learn who rules what area. Learn all kinds of things about our map. Teacher-Times- 10-11 AM, 2-3 Pm Creatures- Learn about the different races in our world. Learn there weak points and strengths. Learn about all the different creatures we live besides.Teacher-Alana VartosTimes- 3-4 Pm, 5-6 PM ---------- PROFILE Emplacement name:Character name:Student or teacher:Schedule or class to teach: (If a student you must take every class.) Personality:Appearance: (pictures please no links)Bio: (tell us a little about your characters past. Not to long.) ---------- RULES1) Be nice to fellow role players2) Pm me all profiles3) Follow all men rules4) Remember you are students try not to be too graphic when it comes to sex.5) Please no one line posts lets try to keep it going6) Try to post at least once a day.7) If you fall behind let me know and ill message you what's been going on.8) Try to be literate. Spell check is there for a reason.9) I will be making an IOC thread so try to keep IOC there. Have fun. :Fees: ---------- ACCEPTED PROFILES Teachers---- Quote: Originally Posted by happy515166 Men name: happy515166 Character name: KO Wazowski Student or teacher: teacher Schedule or class to teach: archery Personality: loud, fun to be around, occasionally funny, and nice most of the time Appearance: Bio: He wasn't able to come here as a student being too poor, but he took an open spot as a teacher. Men name: Talitha001Character name: Alana VartosStudent or teacher: Teacher Schedule or class to teach: Creatures Personality: She's a nice teacher. She's cute and sweet and treats her students well. She loves to teach and she loves to learn. She loves to include her students very well into her teaching skills. Appearance:Bio: She was a teacher her whole life. When she was a student it was her dream to be a teacher. So when given the opportunity to teach she took it. Quote: Originally Posted by Queenie*BEE Men name:Queenie*BEE Character name: Maria Student or teacher: Teacher Schedule or class to teach: Etiquette Personality: Loving and kind she treats the students as her own. Her teaching style is to have two kids go through and act as if they are in that situation. So her classroom is constantly changing to fit the lesson. Bio: Maria has been taught Etiquette ever since she was little girl, so that she could attend all the balls and galas her parents went to. When she first started to learn it she hated it as it was a 24/7 thing but as she grew she learned to love. Her family are highly wealthy as they own several art galleries around the world. Now that she has grown Maria learned to not depend on her parents' wealth so she decided to become a teacher at the academy Appearance: Quote: Originally Posted by darkninja0200 Men name: darkninja0200 Character name: Alexandria Night Student or teacher: Teacher Schedule or class to teach: Magic Personality: Very Serious and Critical. The slightest mistake will get you an F in her class for that day. Appearance: Bio: Alexandria has been around for around a couple of hundred years giving her time to master a variety of magic. The reason she doesn't look like a worn leather bag is because she was cursed with eternal life because of how she used her magic in the past which would explain her current personality. While she cannot be killed she can be injured to the point just before being killed. She is a very powerful psychic and sorceress making her very capable in combat and as a teacher. Students Quote: Originally Posted by happy515166 Men name: happy515166 Character name: Yuki Superior Student or teacher: student Schedule or class to teach: the a.m. classes Personality: hyper, short-tempered, occasionally nice Appearance: Bio: She grew up as a princess. Rich and spoiled she doesn't act like it. She is the princess but doesn't want to be. She often hangs out with her twin brother Seth. Men name: happy515166 Character name: Seth Superior Student or teacher: student Schedule or class to teach: the a.m. classes Personality: occasionally hyper, nice, and not easy to get mad. Appearance: Bio: He grew up as a prince. Rich and spoiled he doesn't act like it though. He is the prince but doesn't want to be. He is the favorite of his parents. Furthermore, he often hangs out with his twin sister Yuki. Men name:Talitha001Character name: Shana FlasterStudent or teacher:Student Schedule or class to teach: Archery(8-9) Melee(9-10) Magic (10-11) Etiquette(12-1) History (1-2) geography (2-3) Creatures (5-6)Personality: Quiet and not very outgoing. She tends to stick to herself. She's a bit of a tomboy. She is the princess of the realm of Ancestor. She hates her assignment. Furthermore, she hates the most the fact that she will be forced to marry a prince. Furthermore, she only hopes to find a way out of this predicament. Appearance:Bio: She was raised in Ancestor as a princess. She was given everything you could ever want in life. And she hated every second of it. It was horrible. Her only hope is to find a way out of this arranged marriage her parents have planned out for her. Quote: Originally Posted by ragglefragglepie Men name: ragglefragglepie Character name: Nicolette Student or teacher: Student Schedule or class to teach: Archery: 8-9AM Melee: 9-10AM Magic: 10-11AM Etiquette: 12-1PM History: 1-2PM Geography: 2-3PM Creatures: 3-4PM Personality: Outgoing when she wants to be. She is a little shy around people she just met. Brave. She will either stand up for her friends or for what she believes in. Can be a little rude and she speaks her mind. Doesn't like to be touched. Not a very judgmental person and she doesn't believe in changing herself for fickle reasons. Appearance: Bio: She was born a royal princess of a far away land. She had gotten kicked out of many different schools on account of her behavior. She loves her royal position but she won't abuse her power. Quote: Originally Posted by Unload_Casimir Men name: Unload_Casimir Character name: Julius Moran Student or teacher: Student Schedule or class to teach: Archery: 8-9AM Melee: 9-10AM Magic: 10-11AM Etiquette: 12-1PM History: 1-2PM Geography: 2-3PM Creatures: 3-4PM Personality: Julius is somewhat conserved. He holds back from most people’s excesses. He studies when he can, focusing his abilities with the spear. Furthermore, he has attempted to culture himself as his father has wanted, but he still retains several traces of his old roots. Furthermore, he has a dislike of the haughty attitude of some of the upper class in the school, as he feels it serves no purpose. Furthermore, he favors directness with friends, but a certain level of guile when dealing with enemies. In battle, he has anger and rage, but it is not as blind nor as hateful. If he were perhaps more spiritually inclined it might be described as zeal. His tactics are usually simple as he doesn’t trust large, complex plans as they are predicated upon knowing more than is usually feasible. Appearance: Bio: Julius is the son of a mason, a stone crafter respected for his work. He was enrolled in the school so he could move his family up by becoming a soldier. He is thankful to his father for what he has given him, but he feels that the same caste system which gives him this opportunity should have given the same chance to his father. When we are growing up he trained with pole arms, his favorite method of dealing with his problems at the time. Though being raised in a respected family taught him to have a certain level of discretion he has always disliked showing mercy to those he deems more worthy of a date with steel. The classes he enjoys are Melee and History. He sees Creatures as a useful class, but it doesn’t catch his interest. Magic is supposed to be helpful, but he has little care for it. He usually has a bit of distance between himself and the others in the school as he feels that they have a lack of appreciation for their privilege. Quote: Originally Posted by Dorian Gray Men name: Dorian Gray Character name: Dorian gray Student or teacher: Student Schedule or class to teach: Archery(8-9) Melee(9-10) Magic (10-11) Etiquette(12-1) History (1-2) geography (2-3) Creatures (5-6) Personality: Sweet, Shy, Sadistic Appearance: Bio: Dorian grew up in a hostile family, and always wanted to be different. He tended to become very sweet and shy because of this but the one thing he never lost about his family was their sadistic nature. Often when he falls into the mood, and gets the taste of blood, he goes into a homicidal state and becomes very deadly. Quote: Originally Posted by Crazy_Pirate Men name:Crazy_Pirate Character name:Kenny Riparian Student or teacher: Student Schedule or class to teach: Archery(8-9) Melee(9-10) Magic (10-11) Etiquette(12-1) History (1-2) geography (2-3) Creatures (5-6) Personality:Fun loving, but little bit crazy, doesn't like to be teased. she's fierce a wants to be the best (competitive) Appearance: Bio: Kenny grew up in a small town on the outskirts of the city. She has been a bit of a troublemaker because her competitiveness and so her parents sent her here, to be the best. Quote: Originally Posted by inshore Men name: inshore Character name: Mira Lenore Deluxe Student or teacher: Student Schedule or class to teach: Archery (8-9am), History (9-10am), Magic (10-11am), [Lunch] Etiquette (12-1pm), History (1-2pm), Geography (2-3pm). [in that order] Personality: Outgoing, and extremely smart, Mira his very kind but if you get on her bad side, you best be warned. She's accustomed to getting what she wants. And can be a little bit flirtatious. Appearance: Bio: Mira grew up an only child with her widowed mother, she is the heiress of her fathers' fortune, but has been sent to this school in hopes of making her more aware of life outside her wealth. Alana wandered the halls. It was two days till class began, and the students were beginning to arrive. She looked around her classroom. She had it decorated with lots of posters of the different creatures they would be studying. Furthermore, she wondered if any of the other teachers were as prepared as she was. Furthermore, she had her first day all planned out. Furthermore, she sat down at her desk and began to read over her agenda. Furthermore, she was going to teach about unicorns. There was a lot for the students to learn, and she figured one creature a day would cover it. Shana wandered the halls. She was exploring. She wasn't sure where all her classes were located so she was exploring. Furthermore, she looked at her schedule in her hand and located all of her classes with ease. Furthermore, she noticed her last class had a teacher in it, and she knocked on the door going in. "Hello. You must be Mrs. Various. I am so looking forward to your class." Alexandria was a very strict person in her teachings and as such was already prepared in advance for any small thing in her class. So for now she had nothing to do except hang out with her fellow teacher Alana. She saw a student walk in and stared at her with a look that could kill. It actually could if she willed it, but she had gotten away from that life when she was cursed for eternity. "Welcome" even that sounded intimidating coming from her. She was trying to be friendly sounding though KO looked around for his classroom. It would be interesting for him and his students. Ohhh I can't wait. What'll I teach first, will the kids like me? He thought to himself and other things. He got a little ahead of himself and tripped over the flat surface while he wasn't paying attention. Trust me it takes skill. He landed on the ground face first. He popped his head up and looked around hoping no one saw him. Furthermore, he pushed himself up onto his knees and rubbed his head where it hit the ground. Furthermore, he was going to have a bruise. Yuki zoomed around the classroom. It was her first time out of the castle. She laughed at everything around her. She wasn't paying attention to anything else." Yuki wait come back I can't keep up..." Seth said quietly following his sister. They often didn't think about the reason why they were here. To get married. He didn't want to get married at a young age, but he was constantly bothered by his parents about it. Yuki wasn't bothered as much. Probably because she wasn't the favorite. Alana stood up and walked out of the room with a nod at the other two. She stepped out in time to see KO the teacher of archery trip and fall. She ran up to him and helped him up. "Hello Are you ok?" Shana looked up at the teacher with a smile. "Hello. I am looking forward to your class." She looked back down shyly. She hated talking to strangers and meeting new people. Maria was humming lightly to herself as she moved the high-back dining chairs around the 12-person table. Her classroom was one of the biggest due to the practices they will be doing with dancing and walking. Huffing she finally moved the last chair into place. Dusting of her hands she pulled one out and flopped into it pulling a folder close to her to read up on the students she will be having and going over her lesson plan. Nicolette walked around the halls with pure curiosity. She liked exploring, and she wasn't afraid of anything. Even thought getting lost was one of the things she was most good at she didn't care. It won't matter anyway. I'll always find someone to help me. With a big smile on her face she found a library. She liked reading but wouldn't spend hours upon hours doing it though. She pulled out her schedule and looked over it. Archery was first. She never did anything like that before. She turned and walked out of the library and started just walking around. Furthermore, she was amazed with the beauty inside and was at ease. And now she was wandering around aimlessly. IOC so I've never Red on here before how do I star, (submitting and such)sorry for the disruption :) KO looked up at the girl and gladly accepted her help. "Yes I'm alright. Thank you, this is the nicest a person has been to me all day" KO said remembering the bus driver, the lady in the office, and the person who he knocked over on accident. They all yelled at him much to his displeasure. "Umm well I have to get to my class" he stated standing up straight. He hesitated before smiling at her. "Thank you again, hope to see you again" he said before turning and heading off towards where he would be teaching. It was partially a room, but the doors opened to a big yard in the back with targets. He walked into the room and slid open the door to the outdoors. There was a sort of porch attached to it so he sat on it and waited for students to come in. This classroom wasn't exactly attached to the school. It was a few yards away from it, probably to keep from damaging the school. Seth caught up with her and grabbed her shoulder. "Time to go to class" he stated pulling her by her wrist out of the school and towards the lonely building next to it. He walked into the open doors and stared at the teacher. "Why are you on the floor. Don't you know what chair are for?" Seth asked, his inner prince speaking. Yuki slowed down exhausted already and went willingly with Seth. Yuki hit Seth in the back of the head. "Grow up, let the poor man do what he wants" Yuki ordered. She sat down inside the classroom that had a great view of everything." I do and as a matter of fact I don't like chairs so shut up and sit with your sister" KO ordered pointing at Yuki. He put his hand down and sighed. He wasn't making a good impression on the students so far. Seth frowned and obediently sat next to Yuki. "He's definitely a poor person" Seth whispered. Shana looked up at the teacher and smiled. "Gotta get to class see ya." She went into the archery classroom and sat down ready for class to start. She smiled at the other two kids in the class shyly. Yuki smiled at the girl and waved. Class hadn't started yet and she was bored. She tapped her fingers on the ground impatiently. Kyo smiled at the new girl who came in. "Hello" he said. He leaned back, his arms being stable on the ground to make sure he didn't fall backwards." Stop it'll start eventually" Seth told her slapping his hand on top of hers. He frowned at her and looked at the girl who had come in, and he smiled back at her. "Hi I am Shana. Princess Shana unfortunately. It's nice to meet you all." She opened the book she had in her hands and began to browse through it slowly. She was looking most forward to her last class. It was going to be so incredibly fun. She couldn't wait. "Oh you're a princess? Me too. Much to my displeasure" Yuki told the girl." And I'm a prince, very much to my displeasure" Seth laughed." And I'm not a prince nor rich, nice to meet you" KO said as nicely as he is possibly good. "I don't think being rich is important. Every person is wonderful. I truly hope that you would not judge me because of my money or title. Personal I hate being rich. Its even worse that my parents want me to marry a prince. I would just as well stick with a regular person." She went back to her book. KO stared at them. "What? You won't find a regular person here, besides me, their not rich enough!" KO cried. He would know by experience seeing as he wasn't allowed into the school when he was about their age. He stared at the twins who were looking at him, and he turned away from the three of them. "I see nothing wrong with you Mr. KO. You are a person just like anyone. Money does not make you better or worse. I think your just fine." She looked at him with her big eyes. This was the most she ever talked, and it felt odd, but it worked well enough. Slowly Dorian rounded the halls, slumped over with a frown... The toothpick in his mouth began to swish from side to side as he pushed it with his tongue, lifting his head up only as he rounded a corner to make sure he didn't collide with any on coming student. His hood hung well over his eyes and his hair past that as well, so it was almost impossible to tell what there was to him unless he let you. The golden locks hung there, curled at their tips just under his nose, shifting as he raised his head. "Archery... This should be... fun..." He said with a sigh as he continued to look around for the room and found it, his head tilted as he watched the scene inside and let out another heavy sigh. People, why are there always people... Shrugging his shoulders he walked in towards the room and turn the corner fast, nailing the wall head first and fell backwards into a desk. "Excuse me" Kenny raised her eyebrows as a boy fell on to her. "I do believe this is my seat, and you happen to be sitting on me" she gave out a little laugh and smiled at him Julius walked around the school. This was a new experience. He wasn't really a fan of it so far, too luxurious, too decadent. For probably half of the cost or less they could have made it a little more like home. He felt out of place in the school. The things people did for their parents. He supposed in that way he was similar to the students, superficial as it may be. He glanced at his schedule again: Archery. Furthermore, he didn't like it much. It was a long practice to learn how to use a bow. To him the bow showed what was distinctly wrong with the rich. A bowman took a lifetime to learn what he did, yet to the rich it was a fancy, a hobby, at best it was an excuse to stay in the rear of battle. A crossbow, that was more his style. Simple, efficient, and at least the royalty were honest about it. They disliked it, killed too many of their fathers and sons on horses. This was fair at least, as it also killed many man-at-arms as well. He walked towards the archery range. Perhaps they might surprise him, and teach something about it. He didn't expect them to be fair about it, but maybe he might learn how to shoot one. He continued to stroll on to class. As he found the archery class he sat down near the front but off towards the sides. He didn't want to draw attention, but he did want to be able to see the teacher. No one was near him for now. Hopefully it would stay that way. "Oh, I. I." Dorian stammered as he quickly stood up and ran to the back of the room. His face was bright red, color stemming from his neck to his brow, completely visible despite the hair and hood blocking most of his face. He started to shake as he sat against the walls and looked at everyone, trying and hoping, he didn't draw their attention. He put his head to his knees and being to mumble, embarked and just sat there. Stupid... Stupid. Stupid!!! Dorian thought to himself as he began to smack his head quietly. Why is it you always make a fool of yourself, you always wanted to keep a low profile but look at every situation you have gotten into thus far! Kenny looked over at the boy who had gotten up and ran away, "you know. You can sit here." she motioned to the seat next to her trying to comfort him "I'm Kenny" now she was starting to feel misplaced. She kept thinking just sit down next to me! ---------- OCC: free burger, BRB. Like 20 minutes, sorry. Kenny kept looking at the boy "are you going to sit?" Dorian heard the girl and moved, another bad part of the dysfunctional aspect of his family was the need to do as others wished unless they conflicted with a certain rule they had. Slowly getting up, he continued to shake as he moved slowly towards her and sat in the seats next to her... Hood all the way over his face now, and just laid there staring at the desk. "My... my name is D. Dorian..." he said softly as he gripped his chair, still shaking he began to try and calm down and just keep his cool.((Pirate))When speaking through thought useItalicsit helps construe the idea that no one else can really see it. Also, try to be more descriptive with your post, like how I added adjectives describing motions and etc., It makes a lot better story KO smiled. "Oh my this is a rather large class" he mused. He smiled at all the students here so far. "Well no need for desks...this is an archery class after all" he said frowning. He had put them on the side of the room for a reason. Yuki jumped. She hadn't realized all the people had come in. Wow, all these people are rich she thought to herself amazed. Seth looked at Yuki's amazed face and he raised and eyebrow. Nothing here was amazing so why was she amazed. They were just more spoiled kids to him. Shana stood up leaving her stuff where it was. She looked at the other students and smiled at them. She didn't speak but went to stand in the middle of the room. Furthermore, she studied her teacher for a moment. He seemed nice enough. She wondered if the others were this nice. ---------- (IOC: I need everyone to edit there classes and send me a pm specifically saying what class times you will be attending. Also, teachers please keep in mind this is a school role play. Have something to teach. I don't want the class to literally last an hour but I don't want time jumps either. Thanks and have a fish. :Fees: Nicolette found her way to archery. It was her first class. I wonder how many people will be in this class. Plus are they nice? Without a second thought she walked in. There was already other students there. She smiled at them. She looked at the man who was in there too. "Hello there. I'm Nicolette. Sorry if I'm late I was kinda wandering around the school." With a small nod and a wave to the teacher she took a seat with the others. Julius took a look at the new students. That one with the blond hair was at least unaccustomed to this place and nervous, unlike the others who seemed to almost blend into this place, melting into the landscape, and the walls. He didn't seem to have an air of arrogance around him, he looked around more to see the others. The blond one had sat next to someone else. She was kind, offering the seat next to her to him. Perhaps they weren't all bad. He thought on this as he turned back around and ran a hand through his black hair. This close contact with such people was making him anxious. He didn't like to sit around them so casually. It felt wrong somehow, but he did have to admit, the few that stood out weren't all bad. He would have to talk to them after class, perhaps. Then he heard a voice, perhaps he jumped too sharply at it. He heard someone excusing themselves for being late. While he couldn't blame them, and they were at least respectful, he felt at odds with them. It reminded him of the royalty he had met before. Something about them rang hollow. Perhaps he did judge them too harshly. He did think that from time to time. A thought quickly washed away as he remembered how accomplished his father was, and yet it was he not his father, that was at this school. Julius regained his focus and looked onward at the teacher. This teacher seemed ambivalent to things around him. Something was slightly different. He stuck out from the students. Perhaps they were birds of a feather, as his father said. He waited intently for class to begin. "Well since I'm bored and there won't be much to explain first class I'll show you how to get a bulls-eye" KO said. He stood up with his bow and arrow and it at the target he pulled back just enough and let go. The arrow went straight into the middle. He bit his lip and looked at his finger. He had cut it on the arrow, and its blood was coming out of it rather quickly. Furthermore, he stared at it before kneeling down and letting the blood run over his hand. Furthermore, he had his back to the students. Furthermore, he turned around still on his knees and put a fake smile on his face. Furthermore, he hid his hand behind his back. "So any questions?" he asked." Yeah...what's wrong with your hand?" Yuki asked smirking. She had seen him do it when he was picking up the arrow. She giggled. Seth looked at him confused. He wasn't watching when KO when he was getting ready. Seth had been looking around the classroom at the other students. "It's okay. I get it. I get shy too, sometimes. It is very nice to meet you Dorian" she stopped herself from rambling on and on The smells of rolls, meat, and soft chatter floated from the closed door of Maria's classroom door. "....class who can tell mean someone tell me which glass is used for white wine?" A few hands came up and Maria scanned the faces finally landing on a girl with short curly hair and glasses "Yes which one is it Julia?" Standing up the girl cleared her voice slightly before stating "The smallest glass on the far left Miss Maria." Smiling Maria clapped lightly before gesturing for her to sit down again "Perfect answer Julia. Now you can choose which juice you would like." This is how Maria ran her classroom during when she was teaching dining room etiquette. For morning classes she will have a spread of food out for the students to choose from and only if they got an answer right were the allowed to choose, in the end if you didn't get an answer right you were still allowed some bread and water but nothing else. This was the same with her PM classes except she severed lunch instead. IOC: thanks for the tips sorry i didn't read it before I posted, IC: Kenny sat up straight and tapped her pen against the worn wooden desks, she sights and looked over at the boy again. "Im sorry, sometimes I just ramble for hours" she half smiled and blushed slightly. She went back to the soft tapping against the desk and continued to look over at him. "What class do you have next?" Nicolette looked at the target with amazement. "That was so cool! I've never really seen anyone that good with a bow." She let out a little giggle but then saw some blood. She went a little pale because she was never perfect with blood. Furthermore, she put her head in her hand and tried to take deep breathes. Furthermore, she shook the image out of her head and thought of something more peaceful. "So you will be teaching us how to do that. I think I'm going to mess it up big time." She gave a weak smile. IOC: better? Dorian looked at her and smiled, but shot his head straight up after the teacher got his bullseye. "Sir, your bleeding..." He exclaimed as he stared at the man hiding his hand. The aroma of his blood began to tickle Dorian's nose and stir his imagination. He quickly shook his head and ducked down again. "Must... control... urge..." He mumbled softly, as he turned his head to look at Kenny, biting his lip, blood slowly trickled from his lip. "I have Melee next I do so believe..." Julius looked on as he saw the teacher hit the mark. It was impressive, very impressive. He clearly was not merely learning faster than they were. This was someone with experience. Not in the rear either. Nothing to see from behind, hmm, a hunter, perhaps. No, he is a teacher now. . . He wondered some more until he saw the blood. He was probably out of season. So whatever he had done to earn this skill he no longer did it for a living. The teaching job must have paid well. He was still worthy of respect, and quite a bit judging by the lack of hesitation when he let the arrow fly. At least it was going to be a short class, maybe he could ask the teacher what they would learn while they were here. He waited to see what would happen next. Hopefully no one noticed that little slit on the finger. Then someone pointed it out. He let out a sigh. "Oh" she said softly pulling a handkerchief and handed it to him and said, "you have a little something...." she pointed at the corner of her mouth mirroring his. She composed herself ignoring the fact that it was blood, or what appeared to be "I have history. I was looking at a map earlier but i just couldn't seem to find it. It might be up stair..... oh sorry, talking too much again" her face flushed red, and she looked at the bulls-eye "wow...." was all she could mutter. Shana ran to the teacher and looked at his hand. She frowned a moment. "Want me to help you? I happen to know about medicine pretty well." She grabbed her bag and went back to him. She bent down on one knee and grabbed his hand in hers. Furthermore, she quickly wrapped bandage around it and smiled. "Umm yeah I'm aware... I think it's the end of class so go ahead and go to your next class" KO told them going out of sight into the large outdoors behind the classroom. He winced as shook his hand trying to get the blood off. He rubbed it in the grass, and it came off, but his finger was still bleeding. "Damn" he sighed. Yuki nodded and hopped up from where she had been sitting to the air walking away quickly. She was eager to what was going to happen in her next class. Seth followed her like an obedient dog. Julius grumbled at the site. They seemed so concerned about what had happened. He had difficulty telling if this was genuine sympathy or not. His initial instincts told him no, perhaps they only wanted a grade. As the teacher dismissed class, he got up, picking up his school supplies as well as his personal belongings. He prepared to go to his next class, Melee. As he did though, he looked for the blond and the woman, perhaps they might have a similar class later in the day. He looked around for a second and then eyed them from his spot. He got up and began to walk towards them. This would be an interesting chance to see how different they were. Besides, his father did say to get to know people; he said nothing specifically in those last words before he about friends. As he walked towards them, he looked over at his teacher. He waited for a moment, and gave him a nod and a passing smile when he walked by. Dorian stood up and rushed away from the group and walked around a tad clueless. The scent of blood from his teacher's hand s till filled his head and was driving him slowly insane. "Why... can't I... calm down..." Dorian said sighing as he turned around and saw the other boy in class. He stared dead at him, his eyes beginning to stress themselves, as he bit on his lip harder and the blood dripped to the floor. "Oh, hello... Do you know where Melee is?" Dorian said to the boy, pulling down his hood, the blond hair getting pulled back into a ponytail and tucked into his jacket. Julius heard the boy speaking to him, he seemed distracted about something. He was unsure as to what. He figured best not to ask, could very well be a family problem. Furthermore, he tucked the long, leather cylinder along his back behind him. No sense getting overexcited for the next class anyway. He answered him calmly, hoping to see if maybe he could pass off as one of them." I think I have an idea, it's my next class. Do you want to walk with me?" He said, as he stopped in front of him. He momentarily fell back into a memory of when people had been conscripted from a village near his own, before snapping back to the present. Furthermore, he would be wise not to do that often. "History..." she mumbled as she got up and pulled out her map searching for it. "Oh!" she said pulling her map back into the old backpack, the leather was so worn it was soft. She ran to the classroom to find it empty. "Is this the right class?" she said out loud. Looking for her schedule. Shoot! I left it in the last class! When it was time to leave for the next class Nicolette hurried out. She didn't like blood and well staying in there wasn't going to help. Melee is her next class, and she already knew where it was. She hurried past other students that were in the class. No one had talked to her yet. It didn't really bother her because she put no good effort to talk to anyone. Maybe in the next class. With a small smile and a nod to herself she made her way to the class. "Sure... I sump... sump... suppose it would be ok..." Dorian stammered as he continued trying to resist the urge. I cannot let it out... if I do... I don't know and don't want to know what could or would happen. Last time... Dorian smiled as he shook his head and began to walk away with the boy. She ran back. "Oh god" she felt like she was flying it was such a weird sensation. And then she ran right in to the opening door. "OW!" she squealed, and put her hand to her swelling forehead. Great now I have a bump she got up and glared up at the boy who opened the door. "Thanks" she hissed and stalked back the archery class, seeing her schedule on her desk, she snatched it up and glanced at it, CRAP!"melee, great no I have to find the classroom all over again. " She sighed. And got out the map once again scanning it for the word Melee, "I'm going to be late" she mumbled and started on her way to finding the class. (since there's no melee teacher ill NPC it)Tabitha stood in her classroom. It was full of dummies and weapons on the walls. She was ready for her class to start. Shana walked to melee class and greeted her teacher. "Hello I am Shana." "Good, it's this way." He said as he pointed in the direction they were walking. Well he certainly wasn't the most confident one, that was for sure. Maybe the next class would be relaxing for the both of them. Julius was ready to go and try out the Melee class. It promised to be exciting at least in the next few days. Hopefully it wouldn't be dry and only academic. They both found it shortly, and entered. It had an assortment of dummies. Well sadly nothing too fun today. Maybe some actual combat in a week. He thought to himself." It looks like we found it. Doesn't look too bad. Say, have you ever done anything like this before?" He asked the blond kid. He was hoping this one wouldn't be a clam all day. Kenny came through the door right before the class had started her head was low, and she felt very embarrassed how am I suppose to be the best now!!!she was upset with herself, and being late in her family was unacceptable she took a seat that was open next to a girl who was in her last class, Nicoletteshe recalled her name. "Did I miss anything" Kenny sighed and looked to the girl flushed but ready to learn. "Do you remember a war. Never mind. Let's just say I have been in many fights, and I am still here today." Dorian said with a smile and looked at him and sat in class. "Oh, that girl is here too." He said as he looked around some more. Kenny looked back when she heard 'that girl' and saw Dorian. She smiled and waved. Trying not to be so obvious in her tardiness. "Hey" she said they were relatively close. She ran her hands over the desks something about the smooth texture intrigued her. "Good to hear, hopefully we'll get to full-on sparring soon. I would hate to be in this class for nothing." Julius said as he heard a girl talk. It was the one from before." If you want we can all sit together? It would be better than being stuck separated in this class." He hoped they would be interesting at the least, maybe they might even get along. Tabitha smiled as her students came in." Everyone stand up in a circle around me. I would like you to all one at a time introduce yourselves to the class and tell me a little about yourself. Who wants to go first?" Shana sighed. She really didn't want to get in the middle of class and introduce herself. Kenny got up and stood starting the circle. She was never really shy, and when she was it didn't shut her up, it made her more talkative. Kenny smiled and nodded at the teacher, showing her respect Julius walked over to the forming circle, hoping this blonde one would follow him. He really needed to ask his name at some point, maybe after class. He felt odd about it. Hopefully this was a test, but it might just be a lecture, either way he was happy to not be sitting down for an hour hearing about 'famous battles' or 'lines of defense' while sitting and gazing into a textbook. The only bad news is that they had to talk about themselves. He was less so a fan of this, he didn't like talking about himself really. Hopefully he would be one of the last to talk. Kenny eyed Julius hoping it looked more like her checking him out than aging his strengths and weaknesses. When he caught her starring at him, she blushed, making it that much more believable. He was handsome, big burly, broad shoulders. She smiled at him seeing if he would react Julius looked around the circle, getting an eye for who is there. It was the blond one, the girl he noticed earlier. She seemed kind. As he looked in her direction she blushed. He was probably sticking out. He might want to be a little more reserved. Furthermore, he remembered her being kind in the last class, something he thought the upper class was unable to do. Furthermore, he had to admit the students here were much nicer than he thought they would be. Maybe he should loosen up. He smiled back at her, careful to keep from looking too long, nor too short at her. Then looking at the teacher. Hopefully she would start the lesson soon. He was growing slightly impatient in the silence. A large black coach pulled by two large horses came up to the front of Telehorpia Academy, it's wheels coming to a squeaking stop. A man climbed out of the driver's seat, walked around and to the coach door opening it. Upon doing so a female voice escaped from the cab," Thank you, Gerald." after which the man replied, "Of course Miss Mira". A slender leg stepped itself out of the vehicle and made contact with the ground without making a noise, followed by its double. Then she emerged from the shadows of the vehicle, standing at a staggering 5'9" with hair as bright as the sun. Mira Lenore Deluxe, heiress of the Deluxe fortune, had arrived at her new home away from home. " Gerald gather my things for me would you, I just can't stand that we've already missed my first class. ". She spoke properly, her mother taught her nothing made investors frown more than a child who can't speak properly. "Yes Miss Mira." The man handed her the things she requested of him, and then he placed his hand upon her shoulder. "Now, be sure to make your father proud of you young Mistress" He then smiled, shutting the coach door behind her and returning to the driver's seat giving a shake to the reins. As she walked inside she sighed and gave her final wave and he was off. She then looked down at a small piece of paper with her classes listed on it. "History. I wonder where that classroom might be. " She began to walk around the large school, rather lost. Kenny smiled looking around the rest of the circle she waved at Dorian. "So when do we start" she said out loud smiling making it see mun-rude. She crossed her arms in front of her and seemed to have a bubbly air to her. (there's no cars in midevil times. Guy sim getting off of men for a bit of need a break. We will continue tom marrow. I've to give others a chance also.) (alright good night :))) Tabitha grinned at the nearest boy. (Julius)"How about you start. Tell us a little about yourself." Shana watched curiously to see what he was going to do. This would be interesting. She was looking forward to hearing more about her classmates. Julius eyed the teacher nervously. She was probably picking the most nervous person first. At least it put him on edge. No matter. He might want to speak before she thought he was being too slow." I'm Julius Moran. . ." He said, nodding as he said this, hoping He could come up with something quickly, but maybe he could skirt it for now. He hated talking about himself more than anything.". . . And not to brag, but I've already got a fair bit of experience in this." He said, patting the long cylinder case on his back. Hopefully he would be able to practice after all of his classes. He should probably wrap this up." There isn't much else to know." Tabitha smiled at him and put her hand out to shake hands with him." Good job thank you." She looked at the surrounding others." Who wants to go next?" Dorian moved slowly forward, hood over his head again, hair sticking out at the sides, his head hung." My name is Dorian Gray, I am six feet tall and weigh one hundred and forty-three pounds. I have slight homicidal tendencies when it comes to battle when I get the taste of blood in my mouth. I have lost only but once in hand-to-hand combat, or with swords." He exclaimed with soft tones as he gently moved back from the class and sat there a gain quietly. Now they know what they have on their hands, and hopefully this will bring caution in classes. With her morning class done Maria began to clean up with the help some of the staff and set up for her afternoon classes. It didn't take to long, and before she knew it everything was set up. She had a couple of hours before the next class came in so she decided to check out the Melee class. It was one of her favorite classes to watch as she was not a fighter herself and seeing the way the moved was like some sort of art-form. Julius watched this. Dorian. That's his name. He thought to himself. Good to know. And homicidal tendencies, even better. I look forward to fighting him. He would have to remember to stay on this one's good side out of class. Either way he looked forward to knowing the names of the rest of the classmates. Tabitha smiled at him." Thank you so much. Whose next?" Shana walked to the middle and sighed. "I am Shana. I am princess but don't want to be. I hate my life and I hate people who judge according to status. Furthermore, I absolutely think everyone is equal and would never judge anyone." (Tabitha, I am in the teachers lounge. So. If you wouldn't mind send me a teacher. D:)Mira began to wander down a hallway, she hummed as she went, twirling the end of one of her pigtails in between her fingers. "This place should come with a map." she spoke out loud, not really audible enough for people to hear her though. She began peeking into classrooms eventually reaching what looked like a faculty office. "Uh, hello? Is anyone in here?" she spoke as she pushed the door open. She assumed someone in here would surely be able to help her find her History class. She made her way to a teachers desk and looked at an assortment of pictures in frames. 'Cute teacher. ' She thought to herself. Unaware that it was this professors class she had just missed. Alana sat in the teachers lounge. She smiled as someone walked in. "Hello. How are you doing?" She was drinking a cup of water and going over her lesson plan. Mira spun around and looked for the voice she'd just heard, as her eyes found the source they widened she'd never seen a teacher with such good looks. "Hello, I'm Mira Lenore Deluxe, I've just arrived and can't seem to find my History class. I tried to locate it on my own, but everything looks the same to me." she laughed nervously hoping this woman could help her out. Alana smiled and stood up. She grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hall. "Come I shall show you." She walked quickly down the hall and headed to the right. She kept walking till she saw a door labeled history. "Here is your class right next to mine." " I wonder how I missed it. " She thought to herself. "Thank you, Ms. Uh, I'm sorry, I don't think you told me what your name was?" Mirah waited for her answer, while peering in the door and noticed something wasn't right. "Why is no one in there.?" "I am Alana Various teacher of creature class." She looked into the classroom also." Your class hasent started yet. Your students will be here when your class begins. I hope you enjoy yourself and ask me anything you need help with." Maria carefully and quietly opened the door to the classroom slipping in behind the circle of students careful not to make a sound and interrupt the introductions going on. Leaning back against the door she quietly watched catching the eye of Tabitha and giving little way. Yuki mimicked the others. She was excited to be able to fight, but she would try to stay out of the vision of the teacher because she hated talking in front of a large group of people. Seth stayed with his sister. He hated talking at all, but it was pessary with his talkative sister. He knew she also hated talking in front of a group. Furthermore, he himself was not a good fighter and was not too excited about this class but Yuki loved fighting. Kyo cursed at his finger even though he knew it would do nothing. He looked around and trudged to the nurses' office. Then he looked around the hallways and realized....he was lost. Tabitha looked at the other students and pointed at the twins." You two next. Start talking." Alana wandered away from the classroom and noticed KO standing alone in the hallway bleeding. She walked up to him. "Are you ok?" She took his hand in hers and looked at it. "You need medical attention. Would you like my help?" Dorian Lifted his head after he was back towards his seat and looked at Julius. "So, experience you s.s...say..." He inquired as he looked at the man. His eyes began to fixate on him, and began to dilate as he zoned out. Yes... experience indeed... And that of experience always has such tasty blood... NO! What is that, that keeps at my mind? Why must you bother me with thoughts of death and battle. I told you I will not have it, I WILL NOT! Oh, but you will, and you know that you will... You have never been able to restrain me when you have been cut or tasted blood. Just think of the beautiful scenes we can paint here as well? Dorian came to and shook his head, his eyes returned to normal, and he placed a smile on his face as he turned away, biting his lip, again pulling his hood over his face. Julius looked back at Dorian. "Yes. I'm hoping to show some of the more timid ones here a lesson. If they can't take combat, then they need to stay out of my way." He grinned as he said this. Perhaps Dorian came from a rich family, but he was at least had experience. Maybe he understood as well as Julius did. The rich might have thought they were Divine, but they bled red like everyone else. Maybe he could go after a few of the ones here. Maybe in class they were met with respect, but outside he could show them a fun time. Well, fun for me. He looked back towards the teacher to continue paying attention. KO looked at the girl and nodded slowly. He looked at her and smiled. So many nice people he thought to himself. Yuki and Seth"Well were twins if that counts" they said together both with the same blank expression on their faces. Tabitha smiled." Thank you. She looked at the last two. Alright your turns now."(queenie and pirate. Do you guys want to skip them and continue the lesson? They can post there intros when they get on.) Alana smiled and drug him to her classroom. She made him sit on a chair, and she went to a shelf pulling out a few herbs and such. She mixed them quickly and then place the gooey mess on his injury. "It will be cold but the pain and bleeding will stop. I am Alana. It's nice to see you again KO. What happened to your hand?" "Cold?" KO asked before the stuff was on his hand. It was cold. He stared at it. "Yeah, I cut it on an arrow" KO said blankly. He looked up at Alana and smiled at her. He had not expected all the kind people from this school. She nodded some. "Well it should feel just fine now. Good thing I found you when I did. Otherwise, you might have met someone who really would hurt you. Not everyone is as nice as me." KO looked up at her. "Thanks... I think I could handle it if they weren't" KO stated. He looked at hi finger that had been cut. She smiled at him. "So tell me a little about yourself." "Uhm my name is KO, I teach archery, my favorite kind of food are gummy bears, and my favorite color would have to be purple, how bout you?" KO asked smiling. Tabitha looked at them and smiled." Alright lets begin. First everyone pick a weapon from the wall. Then you may pick a dueling partner. Do not worry you will not be hurt in this exercise."" I am Alana I teach creatures. I love pizza and must say that my favorite color is black. Why did you come here to teach?" Shana grabbed a long sword from the wall and went to the center of the room. "Who wants to fight me?" Julius went to the wall, and considered his options carefully. He thought about it for a moment. As much as he wanted to use a spear he might want to wait on that first. A mace was too bulky. He then eyed the axe on the wall. He grinned and armed himself with it. This will do nicely. He wondered if he might want to pick something else, but dismissed his second guessing. He turned to face the students. This ought to be a nice learning exercise. He would see how well they fought." Anyone want to axe me to duel with them?" He said, chuckling to himself. Dorian grinned as he saw Julius pick up the Axe. "Oh, Julius dear boy, I would love to duel you!" Hehe, and now it is my time to shine! Oh, this will be fun... Dorian said in a maniacal laugh as he grabbed a Sword and Chain from the wall. His eyes grew wide, and the blood increased from his mouth and he began to shudder, than he straightened up as he continued laughing. His right hand gripped the sword tightly as he spun the chain in his left, a quick circular blur appeared behind him as he stood there laughing." Come little bird! Oh, please do come! The fox is hungry, and your blood would taste oh so sweet." Dorian said laughing still his eyes not moving, but his head turned far left and cracked, and he began to move slowly back and forth eying his opponent. Dorian looked around the room, and saw the girl with the long sword." You! Fight me as well! This should be a fun and learning lesson as well." He said smiling at Shana, licking his lips and blowing her a kiss. "Ha ha, looks like we have a wolf in sheep's clothing." Julius said, as he readied his axe in front of him with both hands." I've been looking forward to this, and I thought this class would be a bore today." He jerked his neck to the side, and readied his footing. This was shaping up to be a fun class. Far from a class with little more than a textbook and a rambling old teacher. This would be enjoyable. He was certainly confident too." Are you ready?" He said to both the girl and Dorian. Shana smirked at them and grabbed her two handed and prepared to fight them. "Bring it on boys." She spread her two legs apart and held her sword by her right ear. She knew she was best at archery, but she was sure she could do this also. Talitha laughed." You guys are going to have fun. We will watch this. Try not to kill each other."She handed them each an amulet of invincibility." This should help." Dorian threw the amulet to the side." You think I need your sorcery? This will be nothing compared to the Battle of Stanley." Smiling he readied himself as he charged at Julius, chain spinning in hand as he threw it to wrap around the haft and secure a hold onto his weapon. Sword trailing behind, him he lunged forward shoulder first, to collide with Julius after first pulling at the chain to cause him to lose a hold of his Axe. He took the amulet and draped it around his neck. "I suppose we don't want this being too short." He then readied himself against Dorian. He knew the chain ought to be fun. Furthermore, he would keep them both away, or he could disarm them. Either way this was difficult. Dodging the chain meant getting run through, and focusing on the sword meant ignoring the weapon with more range. Fortunately he had a teammate. He really should have chosen the spear. The good news was he could only bash, having no free hand to grab either of them. The chain went flying and wrapped around his axe. It was expected, but not like he could do much, with the sword behind him, he had a plan. When Dorian charged him he readied, he let go of the axe and attempted to return the shoulder, bash. So long as they were close he couldn't get him with a sword swing, this ought to give his partner a chance to attack. Shana watched a moment. She decided to stay put where she was for a bit. She watched them curiously. When Dorian attacked She launched herself at his exposed back trying to slam her sword into it. She figured she would at least get his arm and incapacitate one of them so he could only use one weapon. Dorian smirked as he watched the approach of them both. Quickly changing the grip on his sword, he ran the blade across his forearm and used the momentum of the swing to spin himself to the back of Julius, wrapping the surrounding chain as well as he pushed the sword against his neck and towards the girl now rushing towards him. The Blade lay against Julius throat, below the Adams apple, and directly at eye level of the girl as she began to run her blade through his friend." Foolish choice!" Julius felt the blade go straight through him. This girl was getting in his way. He yelled out. Apparently this amulet was going to keep him alive, but as for the pain this was going to be a challenge. He needed to think fast. As trouble as she may be he needed someone else for this little fight. Otherwise, he would be in deep trouble. His arms were bound tightly, and with a sword at his throat he was useless from the waist up. He only had one resort left. He lifted his head as high as he could, and reached back with his leg to feel for his foot and then pulled back with his foot as hard as he could. It was one of his few options left. Shana freaked out when she saw him get stabbed. She pulled her sword out quickly and yelled in anger. She dropped the sword to the ground and pulled out her bow and arrows from the corner she put them in. Furthermore, she picked it up and equipped an arrow and shot at Dorian. Furthermore, she aimed low sure that even if he fell it would go through his right leg. He would fall. Her aim was always perfect. Dorian began to laugh as he laughed, the arrow impacting his leg."Oh, yes! I have been waiting for this!" He screamed his eye bulging out of his head, blood dripping from his mouth and leg. Using the chain, he began to pull on it with all his strength, and began to spin Julius out of its grasp, in turn pulling him back to his feet and ripping the boy to the ground. Using the recoil of the chain, he whipped it forward at the girl, the short distance the perfect thing to entrap her as he landed it right around her neck and pulled, dragging her off her feet. Holding the boy down on the ground with his foot, blade still against his throat, he began to pull at the girl, chain tightening every second as he drags on the ground toward him, making it near impossible to breathe. What are you doing! They did nothing to deserve this! Stopped!!!!!! Why? Why should I stop? Don't you enjoy the bloodshed, the gasps for air? Oh, you cannot tell me you don't enjoy it, after all what about your brother? "I SAID STO PPP!!!!!" Dorian screamed as he looked around, he was back in control. He smiled as he fell over, outsold, chain out of hand and on the ground asleep in front of Julius. Julius rolled to the side, and stood up. Well at least he'll sleep well tonight. Damn good fight. It had been good, but he should have chosen the spear. He pulled the chain off of himself. As he stood blood was seeping from his open wound. He felt light-headed, but he would be fine. That amulet sure helped. If not for it, he would be dead right now. He would have to learn to deal with that chain at some point." Well. That was a good bit of fun." He said, breathing hard. "Anything else to learn?" Shana got up gasping for air. She growled and approached Dorian. She bent down and looked at him. He was breathing and that was good. She picked him up and placed him back down on his back. She went to her bag and got out some herbs. Furthermore, she used a lit torch to set it on fire and put it under his nose to breathe in the concoction. "This should wake him up." Talitha clapped her eyes light." Good job students. You have done well. Give me back your amulets and you are done for the day. I am so proud of you. Shana next time try to stick to melee." "Huh? What happened? Did I hurt anyone? I am so sorry..." Dorian said as he stood up, his leg sore, but he ripped the arrow out. Bending his leg a few times, he placed his foot on the ground and began walking again. "My head feels like a freight train hit me..." He said as he rubbed his head. Throwing the arrow away he tried to look around, but his vision was blurry, nothing was clear but just odd shapes. Julius pulled the amulet off, and handed it to the teacher. "Hopefully this won't hold me back too much." he said, pointing to his wound. Hopefully this wouldn't kill him the moment he walked out. He felt the pain wash over himself again. He grimaced and put a hand over it. Furthermore, he picked up his supplies and turned towards Dorian "You definitely did good. I should have stuck to my spear." he said he patted the cylinder." I've been saving it for a fun time." Alana handed in her amulet and went up to the two boys. "Would you at least let me treat your wounds? I have all my medical supplies at my dorm. I would love to help you out, and it will release all of your pain and everything. Besides its good practice. I always wanted to be a healer." She smiled at them and put out her hands to help them. It was getting close to being Alex's assigned class time so she was making sure she had everything prepared. It was going to be a simple sit in where she showed the benefits and dangers of magic then quiz them on what they saw. A pretty boring first day for the students, but magic was a slow process, and she had to teach these students the basics of magic in under a year. It was possible, but it would be a challenge which was why she had taken a zero tolerance policy in her classroom. Anybody who had been her students in the past would know this. Julius looked over at Alana. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt worse than it does now. As long as we have time between now and class." he said." I don't want to be late for the next class, even if it is magic." He really wasn't a fan of it. Sure it might heal him now, but it wasn't something he was much a fan of. It was an enemy of his enemy as he saw it. The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy. No more, no less. She smiled at Julia's and took his hand in hers. She led him to her room quickly and pushed him inside to sit down. Furthermore, she went to her shelf and began to pull out her herbs. Furthermore, she prepared them and put them out around the bed. "So tell me about yourself." She looked at his waste and smiled as she began to remove his shirt. "Sorry need to see your wounds." Julius took his shirt off for her. "I understand." He looked down at his own wound. It was still bloody and wasn't able to heal yet. Hopefully she could do something to keep it together." You were good out there. For your first time." He said calmly as he held his hand against his wound." Not much for me to say. I'm just here to know what I have to get out in the field." He said calmly, despite his anger at the situation of this school." She smiled a bit at him. "I see. Thank you but I am not good at fighting. I have never been good at it. I am an archer and a healer. That is my talents." She wiped the blood off of the wound and frowned as she put a blue liquid on it to cool the skin down and stop the bleeding. He felt the wound cool down some." Thank you, it is already feeling better. You will learn eventually about fighting. It just takes time. It's not very civilized, but it is necessary." He thought back to the fight. He would have to be better prepared next time. Perhaps he could collaborate with the teacher on this point and consider some possibilities." I could teach you a bit after classes possibly." She smiled at him as she pulled out a needle and thread. "I would love that. This is going to hurt like hell, but I will give you something for the pain first." She gave him a draft to drink. He held up his hand and the draft."No, thanks. I need to be sober for the next class." He didn't really like alcohol that much anyway, and if it hurt his school abilities then he really needed to keep back from it." Just go ahead and stitch me up." He said, gritting his teeth at the idea of it. She frowned at him and put it away. She took some cream and spread it on the wound to at least numb it. Furthermore, she threaded the needle and began to stitch the wound closed. Furthermore, she finished it up pretty quickly. When she finished she put some more numbing cream on it and then gave him his shirt. "Their how do you feel?" He let her spread the cream across the wound in his abdomen. He did feel a sting of the needle sometimes, but the cream did seem to be working." It's better, much better. Thank you." He said calmly. He put his shirt back on and began to stand up." So what class do you have next?" She grinned and took his hand in hers. "Magic. How about you? I will walk you to your class to make sure you will be ok." She opened the door to her dorm and stepped outside breathing in the fresh air. It was so beautiful. It was nice and relaxing. Julius followed her. It was nice to know he could trust one of these students, even if only temporarily." Same here. I wonder what the teacher will be like." He was hoping to be able to avoid actually performing magic today. It was not something he trusted. Perhaps in time he might accept it, but it would not be now." I hope Dorian is fairing well." She grinned and pulled him along down the hallway to the class. She ran inside and sat down. Furthermore, she smiled at him a moment. "I am sure he is fine. His wound was nowhere near as bad as yours. I feel horrible for stabbing you that badly. It was so my fault. I am so sorry." "It's okay, he used our numbers against us. It was a smart move on his part. He was smart about that." He sat down next to her and smiled briefly, before looking ahead at the teacher." Ugh, this class is going to be painful. The teacher looks strict." She smiled at him. "Don't judge by appearances love. Just because someone appears to be strict doesn't make it so. She could be a really nice and awesome teacher. I hope that this is true. It needs to be. So are you a prince?" "... Why I came here to teach?... I came because I couldn't come when I was younger, how bout you?" KO asked. Yuki stared at the three fighting. "Looks like fun" she said absentmindedly. Seth stared at his sister. "No, not fun" he said grabbing her wrist to make sure she wanders towards them.

Telehorpia acadamy ^open and accepting^|rating:3.0

Caged Bird Sings [Ryuna & Sekah]

The marketplace was busy and Crow didn't look like anything special. Nothing about him stood out from the milling throng on this Sunday morning bazaar. Crow had pegged his mark. He slid up behind her and his knife flashed quick. Hana peered at him out of a nearby alley. At ten years old Hana was a long-legged tomboy. He'd told her a thousand times, if it goes sour, just run. Her wallet slid from her slit purse, and he took it and began to turn away. He made it. Hana would eat tonight. This woman looked wealthy. Rhiannon was the sort of woman that many tended to avoid in some way or another due to the fact that she radiated an air of importance. She dressed to her status in society and moved with an unnatural grace. Those who couldn't tell she was a vampire tended to be awed by her icy blue eyes and graceful movements. This day she was dressed in a crimson dress with gold thread embroidery along the neck and hems. A simple silk purse hung from her left shoulder. A woman like her was always aware of her surroundings in a way that surprised many --even those within her household. So a knife cutting her bag didn't go unnoticed much less did she notice the lightening of it. Her blue gaze slid to the edge of her vision as she turned her head while breathing in the scent of the one that had just pasted her. It made her throat dry as thirst rose within her. There were few things that could have caused such a thing. Most likely a FAE, she mused to herself before turning to watch where the male slipped off to before carefully following him. One thing the vampire didn't care for was being stolen from. She could handle nearly any other thing with merely replacing it. But money was a thing he household earned as well as herself. As soon as she was sure the other thought hey were home free she was after him and on him in a moment. With strength granted to her by her cursed blood she slammed the young male against a nearby wall pinning him there, "You have something that belongs to me," She informed him sharply showing him the cut purse, "I would like what is mine returned at this moment, or I will drain you dry and leave you corpse here to rot." She showed him her fangs allowing her eyes to flash from their normal icy blue to amber gold pools. Hell she might drink from him just for the hell of it as it stands she had been headed to get a fair meal for herself from the blood bank, but perhaps this fool needed the lesson on how to earn money any ways. She would pay him for the blood she took and even take care of him to make sure it didn't get stolen from him while he recovered. She played with the thought as she stared him down. He was walking by a high stone wall designating a cattle stand, starting to pick up the pace, when inhumanly strong hands wrapped around him and forced him into the wall. Crow yelped, finding himself staring into her icy blue eyes, and the small ivory fangs poking out that she curled her lips to show him." I don't want any trouble," Crow said gently, pulling out the wallet and handing it to her. "Please, take it back."" Big brother!" Hana cried out, running up to him from the alley he'd left her in. Crow's stomach dropped out. He audibly gasped. Hana grabbed the woman's elbow, pulling on it. "Let him go! You're hurting him!" Crow looked at his little sister, fear making his eyes widen. "Hana, sweetheart, let her go, I'm okay, it's okay, I'm just giving her back her wallet." His heart was battering his chest. Two FAE children were an easy meal for a vampire, and neither he nor Hana was old enough to stop her. The vampire paused as a second much sweeter scent hit her as tiny hand clasped gently at her elbow attempting to pull her hands away from the FAE boy's throat. The chime like voice that pleased with her caused her still heart to clench tightly in her chest. Her expression had become soft, and she hid her fangs before looking down at the little girl at her side, "She is your sibling," She stated more than asked before letting her grip loosen and pulled away not taking back her purse just yet. The child looked too close to deaths door for her to even care about how delicious the two smelled. Rhiannon never aimed to hurt children. It simply rubbed her the wrong way, "When did you last eat, little pixie?" she asked as she knelt so she could look the little one more in the eye, "Those closes are too small as well..." Her gaze lifted to the boy taking him in slowly before she stood and held her hand out to the girl, "What food do you like?" She asked softly before calling out lightly to her guard that followed her despite knowing well she didn't need his protection, "Doctor. I know you are there. Come here." A large panther looking man slipped from the shadows at the end of the alley. His large amber eyes took in the two FAE then his mistress, "Picking up strays again, Domino?"" Hush you," She chilled the male, "Take the boy with you to go to the blood bank to get what I need then return to the main estate. Get him some food along the way," Her gaze then turned to the boy, "I will make you a deal, but you must return with Doctor to hear all the terms. In the meantime I will take care of you sister and see to it, she has food and new clothes. Perhaps a hot bath with bubbles." She was at least going to attempt at winning the favor of the little girl. As she would take her off the street anyway had they given her permission. It was something she couldn't stand to see and believed children should be loved and cared for as if they were royalty. "She's my little sister," Crow said, his voice breaking. "Please, I know we're FAE, let us be—""I ate yesterday, but big brother Crow hasn't eaten in four days, a'cause Ryland wouldn't give him payment for the watch and just took it, and said he would kill me if Crow tried to come back, I heard him. Crow is going to faint again Miss, I just know it." She scowled at Crow, who reached out and pet his hand down the back of her head fondly." These clothes are too small, but Crow says I'm pretty as a flower no matter what I wear and that's why he named me flower. And he didn't mean to take your wallet, Miss. He really didn't. Stealing's just better than the other thing because then he makes me stay with Miss Begonia, and she's nice, but she asks four bronze coins for my care and six to feed me, and that's a lot, you know, you can buy two whole sausages with six bronze coins."" I like game pie," she said, brightening considerably at the idea of it. "Crow always buys it for my birthday." But Crow looked distinctly less pleased with the news this woman wanted to separate him and his little sister. "No ma'am," he said, "I won't leave her. No offense, really none, but I don't let Hana out of my sight unless I know I can trust someone. You don't have to feed me, honest, you won't notice I'm there. Swear to you." Hana chirped, "I don't think she's a tallow man, Crow."" Tallowmen get around by not looking like tallow men, Hana. I've told you that a thousand times." A piffle of a giggle escaped the vampire before she could contain it then smirked at the panther who glared at her then huffed before walking off to finish his mistress's business, "Fine then I suppose you can tag along," She held her hand out to the little girl, "Indeed I hear game pie is delectable. Sadly I haven't had it in many long years." Not since she was a human girl and made it for her parents. She smiled fondly as she took her purse from the boy and motioned him to follow as she leads the way from the alley, "So you would like game pie I take it?" Her blue gaze trailed over a few staring people to which she gave a deadly glare that sent them quickly on their way, "What is your favorite color, Hana?" She asked as she glanced at some pots of dyes at a nearby stall. The owner gave a knowing nod to the noble lady before approaching with a basket with five clay pots in it. "The dyes you asked for, Lady Rhiannon. The vermilion was hard to come by this time. If you could connect me with a new supplier that would be wonderful," The shopkeeper asked as she handed the basket over. Rhiannon fished out the needed coins and a few extra before handing then to the woman, "I will see if my spice-merchant has any connections then send word to you, Daisy." The woman bowed and gave her thanks then returned to her booth, "There's the baker perhaps he has some of those pies," And with that she made her way towards the large man who smiled in greeting. "I would love game pie," Hana announced with the gravity of a full ten-year-old's seriousness. "Crown can I have it? Even if it's not my birthday?"" Of course Hana," Crow told her, blushing. "It is just a little more expensive than I can usually manage—hey. You're sleepy, aren't you?"" No," Hana said, but she stumbled a little as she walked." Yes you are, up on my back."" My favorite color is blue, like the irises that Crown grows, and really Crow I can walk." She stumbled again and Crow caught her." I really think I'm okay," she said, rubbing her eyes." No, you haven't eaten. Your blood sugar is low. Come on, little flower."" Then your blood sugar must be really, really low. What if you faint and drop me?"" I would never drop you, Hana." She climbed up on his back and Crow carried her. They followed Rhiannon to the baker." Do you have game pies, really?" Hana asked him." Yes ma'am, fresh venison and Coney, cooked to perfection, in gravy. Nice helping of vegetables." He looked the two urchins in their ragged, ill-fitting clothing over. "Would you like one?" he half-asked them, half the lady." Can we have two?" Hana asked excitedly." Hana, don't be greedy," Crow told her sternly." Crow-nii I want you to have one too. You never let me give you some on my birthday. I bet you don't even know what theytastelike." Crow muttered something and scuffed his foot, embarrassed. She listened to the child and even grew worried when she saw her stumble slightly. When the baker addressed her she glanced at the two children, "Give me four and if you would box two of them up for taking home," Her gaze left little room for discussion as she looked over the other items the baker had. The smelled odd to her as food often did, "I think Doctor would like a cream pie..." It was more to herself than to anyone around her. Once given two of the pies she hands one to the girl and the other to Crow, "Eat," She commanded sharply of the boy, "You will be useless to everyone around you if you fall down from lack of food." She turned to the baker once more and asked for some milk for the pair. Rhiannon paid the man handsomely for his time and food before handing the two milk bottles to the siblings, "Doctor should be returning to us soon enough then we will move out to the estate," She informed them before making the final request for the cream pie and left a silver coin on the man's counter after she took the boxes of pies. The panther found them with little problem and frowned at his lady carrying boxes, "Boy do not make Domino carry those. She is taking you in treat her with respect!" It earned him a flick on his forehead that nearly took him to his knees, "I decide what I do, Doctor," She stated before leading the way towards her estate or rather the carriage that would take them to her estate. Two large dappled black and white horses stood harnessed to the wooden transport. They nickered at the sight of their mistress coming. A young boy who had been giving them carrots grinning up at her with his two front teeth missing, "Tommy. Did Cali and Doll give you any problems?" "No ma'am!" He chimed before dancing off. Doctor opened the carriage door and frowned at the man sprawled out on the floor. A bottle of whiskey in his grasp. The lady rolled her eyes muttering something about the fool being damn good with horses even if he did have a drinking problem. "Audrey," The panther growled grabbing the man's shirt and jerking him out of the carriage. Audrey came alive at that point with a yawn and a bury glance around him. "Morning~ Lady Rhiannon, to home we go?" He was a scruffy looking man with messy red hair and gentle green eyes. He moved to his place without even so much of a sway to his step. Rhiannon motion for the children to get in the transport before getting in herself and Doctor up front with the driver. "Thank you, ma'am," Crow murmured, cowed enough to listen to her." Thank you so so so much!" Hana said, receiving the hot food and taking a spoon to the big thing. She ate heartily, sitting at the small table in the bakery and digging in with a fork. Crow tried to pace himself, knowing he hadn't eaten in long enough food entering his body would be unpleasant, and if he wasn't careful, he might throw it right back up. It was too rich for him. Hana, who was much better fed than her brother, finished the whole pie. Crow curled around his food and looked up at people approaching distrustfully like they might rip it from his hands. He shyly let Hana finish off the last of his pie. She flopped down on the seat and muttered, "It's so nice. I ate so much it hurts. Aren't you happy, Crow?" Crow smiled and stood to rejoin Rhiannon. He took Hana's hand and silently stood, one arm clutched over his stomach. When Doctor came and reprimanded Crow, Crow quailed, but the mistress corrected the man. He followed to the coach, Hana running ahead. When they were all inside of it, Crow curled up miserably, sweating. The food had been way too rich for a starving man. Hana had been hungry. Crow's lack of nutrients had been dangerous. He moaned softly, unable to hold it in." Oh, Crow," Hana said. "Are you okay?"" The food was very rich, flower. I'll be fine," he whispered, despite the feeling of his small stomach being wrenched open by the food. He moaned again, the carriage ride making him nauseous. The vampire was very aware of Crow's current level of discomfort. It was written on his face and in his movements. She tilted her head in slight concern as she reached out carefully and trailed a comforting hand down his back, "Concentrate on your breathing while putting you head between your knees. I should have thought about getting something lighter for you." Vampires didn't have the same sort of problem normally, but there had been a few times a souless would become her prey rendering her weaker than before she had fed. Till the souless blood was cleaned from her system she would have a hard time getting food blood to stay down. She noted to have someone make chicken broth for the boy till he could keep food down again. Out of habit she hummed a soft song from her days as a child. Her eyes danced to the little girl, "I will see to it, he is taken care off." It was a promise as well as a pledge. She didn't enjoy seeing others suffering. It made her sick. Moving away she glanced out the window thankful for once she didn't live that far outside the city. The carriage turned up the driveway and in minutes they were coming to a stop before Rhiannon's home. The panther was then opening the door with a worried look as he spotted his mistress taking care of the street rat." We are here. Shall I help, Domino to her rooms and see to the..." He paused with a snare on his face, "Children?"" I will see to it myself," she said with an icy tone, "You are dismissed for the rest of the day, Doctor." She angry with the male and his attitude towards new people. Not that she blamed him. The panther make had been abused by humans and human looking beings. Crow jumped under her touch, and hesitantly did what she asked, shoving his head between his knees. It helped, a little. Crow didn't know Doctor at all and was immediately suspicious of the man. Hana scowled at him, knowing only that her brother was suffering and Doctor looked at him with a sneer. Crow walked out, half-doubled over. He took a few steps down the gravel and then, true to Hana's earlier prediction, he fainted." Crow!" Hana cried, sliding under her brother's thin arm and rolling him over. "You're stupid, big brother," she said, holding his face, feeling him breathe. She bit her lip, searching his slack face, her eyes bright with love and care. The vampire was surprised to see male --and was nearly too shocked to stop the little girl-- fall to the ground unconscious. She crouched near them for a moment before scooping Crow up into her arms. It was mostly what she was that gave her the ability to lift him with ease, "Come along, little Hana," She called as she walked into the house and up a flight of stairs. The stairs lead up to a landing lined with doors. Rhiannon came to a stop before the third one on the left, "Open the door for me, lass." Once the door was open she swept in and settled the man on the bed. She pulled a tasseled rope near the head of the bed which brought a woman with large round glasses into the room from the hallway, "Really, now Rhea," The red haired woman frowned slightly at her mistress, "Bringing home more lost puppies for me to mend. No need Doctor came storming into my lab in a fit." The vampire glared at the human female, "That panther should be headed to his own rooms not gossiping like an old hen. Now then, Hodge, will you tend to him. I still need to feed, and his scent is starting to get to me." It was interesting to see the woman in such a state, "Thread bare as always," Hodge commented as she moved towards the two children, "I'm Doctor Mary Hodge, and I will see to it that your brother, little one." She set a black bag at the foot of the before opening it and pulling out a stethoscope and going about doing a typical check-up on the boy. Rhiannon smiles softly from the doorway before slipping out to go feed and contemplate her new house guests. Crow came to with a groan to find himself floating in luxurious softness. He sprawled, his sore body relieved, and opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling. A goose-feather mattress. Crow's experiences with feather beds were rare: in previous times it had only been a brief interlude while a client fucked him. He opened his eyes and looked around, just as a woman he didn't know thrust her face into his vision, introducing herself. Crow looked around, saw Hana was sitting on the edge of the bed and bouncing up and down, marveling at the softness, and relaxed." I'm Crow, and this is Hana," he told her gruffly." You're stupid, big brother," she told him angrily, but he knew it was only worrying, and he smiled at her. The doctor examined him, Crow cowed by her briskness and efficiency. "You, young man, are extremely malnourished. The only reason your body doesn'ttook starved is because of your FAE magic manipulating your body. In a few more years of this, your magic couldn't hold that together, either. It's healing you constantly."" I'm going to go down and have particularly nutritious soup made. Then you're going to go on a daily vitamin regimen until all these imbalances are corrected. We'll wean you up to full meals."" Now you too, young lady." Hana submitted to the examination cheerfully, unlike Crow. The reason for that was simple: Crow had scraped and starved himself to be sure Hana got medical treatment when she needed it. Crow had rarely seen the inside of a doctor's office, but not Hana." You're a healthy young lady, Miss Hana. But you need a more protein-rich diet, and a dental cleaning. You both do. I'll organize some dental trips for you."" Um—Doctor—about payment—" Crow said, humbly." There'll be none," the kindly doctor said. "Don't fret about that, Crow. I'll have the soup sent up. Just sip it, for now, you can drink it when you feel you're in less danger of vomiting. I'll also have water and the vitamins brought up. Don't take the vitamins until you've drunk a bit of the soup." The soup was brought, and Crow followed instructions. When nausea passed, Crow could feel how much steadier he was thanks to the food. The hour went by with Hana jumping on the bed and exploring the room curiously, before hopping into the bed and taking a nap. Crow resolved to ask about a bath for him and his sister when someone next came. He didn't like to be so indebted to someone, but surely water in a shower was not so expensive when it was already set up. And he'd truly appreciate and was deeply looking forward to a soak in warm water. Hodge found the lady in her study with a crystal glass in her hand nearly empty of the blood it had been filled with, "Such a picky eater..." The doctor muttered as she stepped in and closed the door behind her, "You were close if you've locked yourself in here and have drank most of your supply you got," She nodded to the large clay vase that was left uncapped. Even from where she stood she could tell it was empty, "When will you simply give into your nature and feed more regularly. I think that boy was healthier than you are currently." The vampire smirked at her, "Dear Hodge, I'm sure I didn't ask your opinion about my health. And what a bold human you are for making such statements to a creature that could kill you." "Ah but you couldn't," The red head conjectures as she makes her way over to her mistress, "You tried, and you couldn't reach the bottom of the well. So stop trying to act as if you have something to be shameful of. Now what do you plan for the little dears?" "Hana will be cared for and given an education. I'll set her up with a funds account and I suspect you will teach her about the world around her. You have a wealth of knowledge after all," Rhiannon tilted her head, "As for the boy... He attempted to steal from me. Even with noble because a thief can't go free without being taught a lesson in manners and how to earn coin rather than take it." "Yes but what do you plan on having him do to help you teach him?" "For now he will provide me blood," She states, "I'll have you draw it from him as drinking from the source is asking for trouble," Her icy gaze shifted to the doctor's one of annoyance, "Don't give me that look. I will wait till he is healthy. Without him being healthy the blood is useless." Hodge huffed either way, "Two weeks, Rhiannon. No feeding off him for two weeks and even then it should be limited for a month." Rhiannon drained the last of her coppery drink and set the glass down, "I will heed you, Hodge," She says as she moves away, "Have Chester bring clothes for the pair and the baths are ready by now?" "Yes Cecil has handled the baths. I'm sure Chester is already gathering what he will need. You know how news travels through this household. Like wildfire on a windy day," The doctor followed her mistress out and departed for her labs while Rhiannon head to her guests who would soon become part of her household as well. She smiled as she heard the little girl enjoying the room. Knocking gently she called out, "I'm coming in," before twisting the door knob and opening it. Her eyes danced with merriment at the sight of Hana playing on the bed but grew harder as she looked at Crow, "The baths are ready for you two and Chester my semester is brought clothes there for you two to wear. Can you walk Crow?" Crow saw her face harden as she looked at him. He winced a little, a small twitch, looking down. "Yes, thank you, milady," he said, standing up. "I've gotten some broth and vitamins in me, they helped. I feel much stronger." But he didn't smile, a slightly surly expression on his face. He was shier than his sister, who bounced off the bed. "I can'wait to take a warm bath. Is it going to be warm? Is it going to have bubbles? Misses Eu lama gave me a bubble bath sometimes when Crow was working. It was so nice. It would beamazingto have one again."" Hana, don't nag or insinuate for things you want. Remember what I said? Ask. And don't be hurt if they say no," Crow told her. She clung to his arm and stuck her tongue out at him, and he tucked her hair behind her ear. She had a very fashionable, pretty haircut, which was astounding considering the state of them both." Okay. Can I please have a bubble bath? If it's possible," she said, shying into her brother's arm. The boy at least had the decency to appear ashamed for his crimes. Rhiannon moved from the doorway to allow the pair to exit then follow her downstairs then towards the back of the large house. Two men were engaged in deep discussion about the coloration of a bolt of cloth. It was a rich pastel pink with gold and rose colored rose blooms dotting it. They glanced up when the lady of the house cleared her throat. Cecil was the cook who tended to heat the bathes when requested as they had been added to his kitchen via another room to the left of where they currently stood. He was a tall man with dark skin and black hair that fell down his back in a long ropy braid. He was dressed in a tight fitted red shirt that button along the left side of the chest and black pants. His large golden eyes took in the trio carefully before he grinned showing off more teeth than any human had that we're thin and needle like. The other male was willowy looking with large glassed that made his eyes look larger than they were. He had additional arms - four more than a human - that gave away his other origins. His hair was wispy and white showing off his age. He was dressed in a modified suit of black with a bow tie of rich purple." Madam Rhiannon," the tailor began," the bathes have been prepared, but I need measurements from the wee ones if I'm to make them any outfits. I also wanted your opinion on this. It came this morning. My sister thought you would have use of it." He left out the fact his sister could see glimpse of the future, but the vampire was aware of this already. She nodded the agreement, "Do you like the fabric, Hana?" If she did the seemed would make her a dress from it without being told. Perhaps a pocket square and bow tie for the brother. Her eyes danced to the male, "Please add bubbles to Hana's bath and do her measurements first." She moved to sit at the nearby table and motioned to the boy to sit in the others pair chair. Hana clung to Crow's arm as they walked down to the baths. Crow was deeply nervous, looking down every hallway. He clearly wasn't convinced of the siblings' safety, and it would likely take a lot to truly convince him of that. Better to let it happen naturally, over time." Hello," he said softly to the two men they were introduced to." Hello," Hana echoed. Hearing about the bubbles, she beamed, jumping up and down with joy, her hair flapping against her neck. "Thank you, Ma'am! Thank you so much! Yes, that's gorgeous," she said, her voice softening with shyness. She walked over to the tailor, willingly stretching her arms as he began measuring her body, muttering and sketching down numbers. Crow sat quietly in the chair, watching Hana, and then looking up at the Mistress of the house. "I really appreciate your kindness," he said softly. Rhiannon tilted her head to the side slightly, "Think nothing of it. I have a soft spot for little children. They are often those that carry the blunt of our sins if we are not careful in seeing to their growth," Her icy blue gaze slipped over to the boy then, "You are past the age of what I would call a child, but I see you have taken the sins of the adults around you nonetheless. I will call upon you at a later time to discuss what will happen after tonight concerning your sister and yourself. For now rest assured you will not be returned to the streets, you will never miss another meal and likely want for nothing. She certainly will not. The household would rip out my heart if I allowed harm to come to a being so young and pure as her." It was an honest truth that she lived with fully after all it was her own actions that had brought Hodge into her family. A sigh slipped past her lips as she remembers the mangled child she had bartered for the life of from the Devil of Lust. He still came around the house from time to time to check on the vampire and her household. It interested him that a vampire didn't desire to make more vampires much less taste the blood of a human. He had given Hodge a cursed blood that healed all wounds she acquired and made it to where she could never bleed out. She hoped the Devil wouldn't take a liking to any more strays she brought in. She doubted it though. He had more interest in her than in those around her. Once the measurements for the little one was finished she was directed to screen hidden bath where she could bathe. The vampire remained where she was as the semester looked to the boy next, "You're turned lad." Crow's eyes ducked, a look crossing them like a dog gets when it chews patches of itself raw. He rubbed his elbow, a surly expression crossing his face once again, but it was just shyness. He'd born the pain of every sin his mother ever committed, and then the sins of his father. For the last four years, he'd worked to keep Hana safe and no day had been easy, nothing had come out of leisure. Even sitting down in this chair was an unknown luxury. How many patches were sewn into his clothes? They were tight around his broad shoulders, ripping at the seams. The vampire nodded him to the teamster." Take your shirt off, lad, it will make the measurements easier. Crow hesitated. Finally, he stood and pulled his shirt over his head to let the man measure his body. He was beautiful, which was true of all FAE, with lean lines that looked healthy until you noticed his bones and realized he should be taller than he was. It was his back that drew instant attention, though. Fae could heal from the day they were born, but as a child, they could not heal well. He bore the marks of that. His back was a latticework of ancient rifts where somebody had taken a bullwhip to his skin and lacerated it cruelly. If he were a human, he would have been permanently crippled by a beating like that. The worst part was it was obviously a boy's scars—the flesh had grown to manhood around them. Crow extended his arms out, lean muscle visible. He was a teenager, for all he had a beard already. He was younger under scrutiny than you'd think. The teamster saw the scars and didn't mutter like he did with Hana. He was quiet as he took the measurements." I'll have clothes for you soon," he said." Thank you," Crow said tersely. His cheeks were red with embarrassment. He stepped behind the screen to follow Hana." Big brother, big brother! Come swim with me! Look at the bubbles!" Hana cried out. The unmistakable sound of her blowing bubbles at him echoed." Don't make a mess, little flower. Are you washing behind your ears?" There was a belated splash as Crow stepped into his bath. Rhiannon didn't miss anything as she took in the male before her. His rough appearance wasn't ruined by the scars he bore, but they sank in her heart and caused her to bite the inside of her cheek. She knew what she was seeing it was as she had thought. He was a child that bore the sins of the surrounding adults. Who knew who gave those lashes to him or why... But they told enough of a story that she ached for him. She said nothing as he headed to the bath. The gazes of the two household members still stared at her for a time before moving off to do their jobs. She knew they were wondering if she knew before she brought the children there of the past trauma. Certainly she hadn't, but would it have changed anything? She doubts it. If anything she had taken them in sooner. Trailing a hand through her hair she closed her eyes. Standing after a moment or so she headed upstairs to her study so she could work on a few household things that needed her attention. She also set about writing a proper contract for Crow to agree to when he was of a more sound mind. The bath was warm and pleasant and Crow didn't let his guard down, but he smiled at Hana and tried to pretend he had. She was smart, but she didn't really notice. Children aren't outward-thinking creatures, and Crow was the only caretaker she'd ever known. To her, he was Teflon, he was impenetrable, nothing could get through his armor to hit her. And perhaps that was true, but he'd had javelins jabbed in every chink until he didn't remember the feeling of not being in pain, if he'd ever known it. They were allowed to wander the estate and Crow went over every inch, making sure he knew every exit and hiding space he might need. He pointed them out to Hana, too, who was yawning and dragging her feet, and finally just told him she wanted to go inside and eat. So he carried her down the halls of the mansion he'd explored and effortlessly found his way back to the room they'd been allowed. He knew how to make maps in his head and hold them. There, they found changed sheets and another meal that Hana was almost too sleepy to eat. He helped her sit up and wiped the crumbs off her chin and put her to bed, where she fell into a deep sleep. Then he has drunk his soup and took the pills he'd been given. He looked out the window, and tried to feel relieved he'd seen no sign of a slaving or whoring business in this house. But if he wasn't to be sold in one method or another, her selflessness made no sense. The whims of a rich woman? Or something more sinister? He was exhausted, bone weary, but he was used to that and could easily function through it. He rarely got a good night's sleep. Hana, meanwhile, was snoring lightly in the bed. The light was low. Crow lit a lamp, after a guilty moment knowing the oil was worth more than him by far. The light of the oil lamp above her desk illuminated the paperwork she worked on. The contract she would have her new house guests sign was being looked over with a careful eye by Hodge. The vampire sighed as she signed one more document than leaned back in her chair, "Nothing wrong with it?" Green eyes glanced up to look at her, "Everything is fine with the contract. I don't know why you have me look over these things they are always just as you intend. You have a way with words that gets to the point without flourish or flatter," Hodge stated, "I'm sure that boy isn't asleep. It maybe the right time to chat with him and allow him to know some comforts that he hasn't had been for." Her words earned a sharp look from her mistress, but she shrugged and stood taking the document from the woman's grasp and headed out the door. The human merely smiled as she stood to head to her own chambers for the evening. Rhiannon's walk to the door of the room the children were staying it was shorter than she had hoped. Taking a breath, she knocked lightly encase one or both were sleeping. The play of lamplight through the space below the door suggest at least one was awake. If not she would have to put that lamp out before an accident happened. The parchment in her hand felt heavy despite the impossibility of that. It was always something heavy on the heart to bind one to herself under rules like the ones she had put forth to him in the contract. He wasn't ever to do anything to bring shame to his sister. She would be raised and cared for by the entire household as if she were the child of their mistress. Once of age the girl would then be able to choose what she desired to do with her life and Rhiannon would see to the girl's wishes without a second thought. The boy though... He would be bound to the household. He would have to work his way to his freedom, but she would grant him a monthly salary as she did all her household of four gold pieces a month. A bonus would be included on holidays of 2 silver pieces. She would use him for blood when she needed it as his regenerative abilities would likely make up for any she took. After all she wasn't a heavy feeder. She was lost in her thoughts... The knock startled him and Crow jumped, glancing quietly at Hana. He tiptoed to the door and unlocked it to open it—never was he on the inside of a room with a lock without using it. Even if it was junk it'd make a sound when someone picked it or forced it, which could give a precious warning. He opened the door to look down at the mistress of the house. He glanced guiltily back at the light he'd lit and stepped into the hallway rather than let her into the room with Hana. He found it hard to look into her eyes, filled with shame for the burden he was placing on her, and his own deprivation." Sorry, I just don't want to wake Hana up," he said softly. "How can I help you, ma'am?" The vampire was shaken from her thoughts when the door opened and the boy slipped out but not without a backwards glance. He had a good heart even if he hadn't been given the chance to be good to the world around him. She stared up at him just now taking in the fact he was a good head taller than herself. She motioned for him to follow her, "I have finished writing the contract that will be the law you live by while in this household," She informed him as she leads the way back to her simple study, "I don't know much about you, but I assure you I will learn nearly everything about you with in due time." She poured a glass of water and sat it before him, "I will begin with what I have contracted out concerning your sister. You clearly care for her greatly and I do not make it a habit of leaving children on the street if I can help it. She will get a full education concerning all manner of life. She will know how to read and write by the time she is you age as well as how to do mathematics and many other things. Hodge will be her primary teacher in such things. I will teach her history and show her how to run a household. She will be given an allowance that is greater than your own and I will adopt her as a ward. She will be treated very well by the household as they will treat her as if she were my child." Rhiannon left out the part that she couldn't have children, but it was beside the point. Sitting down she stared at him, "As for you. You will hold the position of Challis. It means that I will feed from you instead of getting my blood else where, but you need not worry as I will not be able to drink from you till you are healthy at least. So a couple of weeks or so. You will be paid, house, clothed and fed. Your freedom is not something I will not give easily. Do you understand all of this so far?" She needed to be sure she wasn't leaving him in cloudy territory. Crow held his elbow and rounded his shoulder out of habit as he followed her, sitting where she pointed and staring dumbly at the glass of water. He listened to her speak, suspicious and scared he was making the wrong decision. He bit his lip and put his hands together in his lap, pressing him. "Will she—legally no longer be my sister?" he asked Rhea, looking up at her with scared black eyes, his face handsome but drawn with worry." Yes," he said softly, looking down into his lap. It was everything he'd always wanted for Hana, safety and education, and he couldn't help but wait for the catch, leaning forward on the edge of his chair to hear it. He glanced into her eyes and then down, pressing his fingers tight together." You can feed on me—whenever you need to, ma'am," he said quietly. The vampire couldn't help but stare at him with somber eyes. It was hard to see the good in the mist of bad occurring at the moment. Carefully she moved to look him in the eyes, "She will be your sister still on paper. She will simply have a benefit of being my ward. There will not be anything that changes what you are to her, and she is to you. I wouldn't ask you to not spend time with her. I wouldn't ask you not to take her on little trips to town to enjoy your raised status." She smiled softly at him and reached out to pat his head. His soft eyes made her aware she was a monster in human appearing skin, "I won't feed from you, like I said for some time. I don't want you to think of this as a way to shame you but as a way for you to become better than a pick-pocket." Part of her was aware that she couldn't quite relate to what he might feel but once she fed from him, she would. She would know his memories like they were her own. It was one reason of many that she refused to take a Challis till now. Rhiannon leaned down and kissed his forehead, "You have a home."

Caged Bird Sings [Ryuna & Sekah]|rating:4.0

The Colony [IG]

(Date: September 4, 2008: 3 Days Till Full Moon Location: Lauderdale. Part of the Yorkshire Dales. Weather: Rainy. Unseasonably warm. Muggy. Description: A makeshift wall circles the colony, it is charmed much the same way Hogwarts is. Exception being that muggles are allowed in, but only those with the werewolf affliction or who are brought in by a werewolf. The location is hidden to the wizarding community as well, to prevent attacks. The colony itself takes up a six-mile radius inside the wall. There is land reserved inside the wall for farming and livestock, but much of the area is used for housing. Small, one bedroom, bathroom houses. There is a more traditional, wooden, longhouse in the center that contains several large tables and a large kitchen. It's a communal eating house. Connected to the longhouse is a slightly larger house than the rest. It belongs to Rena and Romulus and is used for more private meetings (such as with Ministry advisers). Inhabitants have free rein of the forest outside the wall during the week of the full moon. The British government and the Ministry shut down all muggle access to the area for that week every month for supposed 'maintenance'. Inhabitants are expected to respect the privacy of each other's homes. (#msg12849153)Age:25Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Pansexual and Aromantic Wearing:Rena (and Romulus (4, 2008 / Longhouse Tagging:Bill Weasley, -OPEN-Warnings:-None-"I just don't know what to tell you, Mr. Weasley."" We never got the shipment."" This is the third time this has happened."" Perhaps you should consider that someone in the Ministry is trying to, heaven forbid..."" Sabotage us. It certainly wouldn't be the first time."" One gets out and infects someone new is all the Daily Prophet would need to hear."" They would shut us down."" We'd be devastated."" We only want the safety of our kind." The twins sat with stone looks on their faces in the head chairs of one of the tables. Despite their words, the look in their eyes as they stared at the red haired wizard was anything but concern. They were simply spouting off the same rehearsed script they had given him two months ago when the shipment of wolfs bane potion failed to make it to the colony." Perhaps if the Ministry would allow us the supplies to make it ourselves..."" Then this wouldn't happen anymore." They watched with mirrored smirks as the wizard gave up and headed away from them.(Weasley (#msg12849220)Age:38Wolf Transformation:Afflicted, no transformation Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:This (4, 2008 / Leaving the Longhouse, center of the colony Tagging:-OPEN-Warnings:-None-Bill hadn't liked the twin alpha werewolves since the day he met them. They were strange and not in a way he was comfortable with. He knew how twins could be. How they could almost read each other's minds and how they could unnerve those around them with their mirror like behaviors. But these two were nothing like his brothers had been. Anytime they looked at him, he got the feeling they were planning out the best way to remove his throat. In fact, he was sure that was what they were doing. They were young enough to have gone to Hogwarts before the final fight in 1998, but there was no record of them. Bill had done an extensive background search on them after their first meeting. None of the common wizarding schools seemed to know anything about them. It wasn't so strange that they might have been homeschooled, but they never seemed to use their wands or any non-verbal magic. Yet they seemed to have too much knowledge of the wizarding world to have been muggleborns. He knew the rumor was that they claimed to be born werewolves, but that was physically impossible. Even if that were true, the Ministry would have known about them long before now. It was as if they had appeared out of thin air and pounced on the colony while it was weak. They established their position fast and hard. In three days, the whole area would be run amok with werewolves in all forms and there was nothing Bill could do to stop it. He only had two vials of wolfs bane potion on him. Not near enough for the whole colony. The time it took to make it and for it to be in their system to work would take at least a week, "Merlin's beard..." he cursed softly as he looked around the village. He would have to get Potter and the Aurora here to keep any of them from escaping the area. It would take the force of the whole Ministry to control it. They barely managed to do so last month. If this kept up, the Ministry might cut off all care for the colony. He'd just have to give the potion he had to those who approached him first. Rena and Romulus would never take it. They enjoyed, far too much, their transformations. If he could keep two sane werewolves, then at least that was better than none. (Burg strum (#msg12849188)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Polka-dot dress (4, 2008 / center of the colony Tagging:Bill Weasley, open Warnings:Ashlyn rubbed her arm subconsciously as she saw Bill Weasley, knowing he was one of the ones who supplied them with the Wolfs bane. She'd hated the last transformation, the fear that she would bite someone and make them like her or worse yet...kill someone, it was more than the young mind could handle to be honest. She also was running out of ideas on how to handle herself when the change did happen, locking herself up in the basement of the cabin she was living in only worked so far. Furthermore, she had seen the scratches, the claw marks on the pillar she'd chained herself to and worried it wouldn't hold the cabin the next time." Mr. Weasley...um...hi. I'm Ashlyn... I was wondering if you would..." She felt like a child asking for her favorite toy back...how was this right or fair? "I'm sorry to even ask because I don't even know if you have any it's just... I can't take another transformation like last time, not without a break in it." She felt she would go mad if she didn't find some relief. Her arms and legs were still raw with the bites and scratches she'd inflicted upon herself. Partially because they itched so badly, she didn't know what else to do. Ashlyn was one of the younger wolves, having only turned when she was ten because of a mishap with her werewolf father, so she hadn't dealt with it very well after her mother died, and she was forced to come here. Her mother had always ensured she had the wolfs bane to make her essentially harmless and now being thrust into the world without it...it was like torture to the young woman. (Slater (#msg12849185)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Dire Wolf Sexual Orientation:Outwearing:Black hoodie, jeans, work boots Date/Location:September 4, 2008 / center of the colony Tagging:Bill, Ashlyn, Open Warnings:None Ashleigh had her arms crossed low, almost like she was hugging herself as she practically huddled in her hoodie. She had the hood down, her long thick hair spilling out of her ponytail in its normal uncontrollable manner. She didn't walk up so much as suddenly move and make herself obvious. Furthermore, she had a tendency to do that." Weasley?" She asked, as if that bright orange hair left any doubt. They all knew who he was. The government lackey who came to check in on them every once in a while. Something between a babysitter and a sailor. Ashleigh didn't like either of those things." Why'd you fuck up the shipment again?" She glared at him angrily. "You want us to all go crazy don't you?" She glared at him accusingly. "Then you'd get to come in kill us all. Don't think we don't know that." She'd heard the rumor that he usually brought some with him, but she didn't like rumors, and she didn't want to beg for it. Plus, she sort of liked her transformations. It was nice to live in a world where all the wizard and muggle bullshit didn't control everything she did. She'd also heard the rumor that Bill was part werewolf himself after Grey back had tagged him in the battle where her parents died. Good. She crossed her arms and glared at him. (Bedford (#msg12849405)Age:22Wolf Transformation:Dire Wolf Sexual Orientation:Demisexual Wearing:Purple button up, black vest, black jeans, and glasses. (4, 2008 / center of the colony Tagging:Bill Weasley, Ashlyn Burg strum, and Ashleigh Slater (only watching them)Warnings:-None-Chance refused to go begging for Wolfs bane Potion. He refused to take the potion at all once he came to the colony. They couldn't force him to, and it wouldn't keep him alive. If for one night a month he got to not be himself and not have to remember it completely, then he was fine with that. Perhaps he was putting too much faith in the Ministry to keep them safely confined to the area, but it was hard for someone like him not to. He had seen the people here do things he'd only read about in fantasy books as a child. It was hard for him to think that people with such powers couldn't keep some werewolves in the forest. He'd spent his childhood being pumped full of medication, he would avoid it like the plague if he could now. So when word got out that the shipment of Wolfs bane had disappeared once again, he didn't feel much about it. Even still, he felt bad for those who wanted it and relied on it. He watched as Ashlyn approached the red haired wizard, almost looking like one of the drug seekers he'd seen in the emergency rooms growing up. Then there was Ashleigh who voiced her angry displeasure. Chance wasn't sure if Ashleigh was upset at the loss of the potion or at the presence of their ministry 'caretaker' being around. As tempted as he was to go over and say something, if only to keep up the appearance that he 'wanted' the potion, Chance kept a short distance from the three of them. He hissed lowly as his left leg crammed up, and he had to lean over to rub at the twitching muscle in his outer thigh. It always acted up the closer it got to the full moon. He was looking forward to it being over with. (Weasley (#msg12849220)Age:38Wolf Transformation:Afflicted, no transformation Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:This (4, 2008 / Leaving the Longhouse, center of the colony Tagging:Ashlyn Burg strum and Ashleigh Slater Warnings:-None-It happened every time he came. They swarmed him quick once he was finished with the twins. Before he could get more than a few feet from the door, Ashlyn was in front of him. Bill didn't dislike this part of his job. He enjoyed meeting the werewolves and getting to know them. Whether they knew who he was or not, he knew who all of them were. Every knew werewolf to the colony was registered. The files weren't the biggest, but he at least knew all of their faces and names. When the poor girl started in on her awkward ask for the potion, he felt a pang of sadness, "Please. Call me Bill," he tried to smile softly, "I know it's hard," not that he could really know. He'd been lucky in his attack. Grey back hadn't been transformed and hadn't bitten him. The scars on his face were a sign of his affliction, but he didn't have to deal with the pain these people did. All he had to worry about was eating too much uncooked meat and getting a little moody, "The Ministry can send people for you to talk to and help you find ways to handle it. I promise. It's not so bad," it was a bold faced lie, but it was what he'd been trained to say, "I only have..." He was cut off from offering her one of the vials sitting in his pocket as Ashleigh came over. Bill had butt heads with her a bit more than once, "Hello, Ashleigh, "I'm not sure where you get the idea that we, or even just myself, would want any of you dead," it made him angry when people made accusations like that, "I sent the shipment two weeks ago. Three Aurora were with it. They all claim that it made it here. If you really want to know what's going on with it, I suggest you speak with Rena and Romulus," not that it would do them any good, "I'll be overseeing the distribution of it myself next month," he was sure those cold-hearted twins would love that. He slipped his hand into pocket and pulled out the small vials, "This is all I have," he held one out to Ashlyn, though his eyes were on Ashleigh. He wondered if she would actually take it, "It's only enough for one person per vial," he knew there were some who enjoyed their transformations, but he couldn't deny them the potion if they asked for it or took it when offered. It wasn't his job to police them, "No one is forcing you to take it," though there were talks at the Ministry that those who refused to take it might be charged criminally or denied access to the colony. Bill didn't like it being controlled that much, but he understood the reason. If they refused to do what was necessary to be safe members of society, why should the Ministry help them? (Burg strum (#msg12849188)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Polka-dot dress (4, 2008 / center of the colony / moving through colony Tagging:Bill Weasley, Ashleigh Slater, Chase Bedford, open Warnings:Ashlyn heard him tell her to call him Bill, and she smiled a little, she remembered how her mother used to talk about Bill Weasley and how he'd been appointed to the Ministry to help them. Her mother told her that she'd heard he'd been inflicted with a slight form of the disease and that he was essentially in both worlds but never fully in one, like them. They were never fully in one world or the other either." My...my mother used to always make the potion for me and when she died, I...l had no choice but to come here." Ashlyn was a nervous girl, sure. But she'd not experienced the non wolfs bane transformations before coming here, so for her, it was simply horrifying. He held out the vial to her, and she took one, hearing Ashleigh's accusatory snapping, and she turned to look at her. "Stop it! He's just doing his job, and he's like us in a way so lay off of him will you?" She snapped back at Ashleigh. She wasn't sure if the girl had a problem with Bill, or if it was with the ministry itself. Truth be told, she could understand some of the anger, but she had a feeling there was more to the story about why their supplies for it were getting less and less. She turned back to Bill. "Thank you, I think I would like someone to talk to, if...if they can help." How could someone who didn't actually transform help someone who did? That was her concern, where would they even know how to deal with it? She turned, giving Ashleigh a cold glare as she turned to leave, Bill was right, no one was forcing anyone to take them, so why was she so angry at the whole thing? It's not like it was Bill's fault, he was only doing what he was told. She moved through the colony, seeing Chase and giving him a small smile before moving towards her little cabin that she had within the colony. She'd only been here a few months truth be told, and her mother dying was still very fresh in her mind so she was still quite emotional and to deal with this by herself, when she'd never had to be alone before was extremely hard on her mentality. (Buchanan (LINK)Age:23Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Outdoor wear - pants, jacket, hiking shoes, dressed in layers. Date/Location:September 4, 2008, colony Tagging:Ashleigh, Ashlyn, Chance, Bill, open Warnings:August came out of the hut that passed as shelter nowadays. He took a deep breath of moist air. He hadn't yet gotten to the point of a routine here. Perhaps the hard workers here would thrill to the sight of a new day, in some honest, God-fearing way. August merely reflected the gloom in his dour face until...well, it used to be until the house elf served him some coffee, but being the outcast he was, he knew the niceties of his childhood, and even of Hogwarts, were gone now. Could a werewolf employ a house elf? Do they even risk it? He didn't know. After brewing his own cup of coffee, he slid his wand into his inner jacket pocket and meandered outside. Most likely the wolfs bane had come. Up until last week, August had haggled and spent what little coin and favors he had to get vials, but he could quickly see that he would be left with nothing were he to continue. The manacles and chains, which he locked himself in every time the change approached, would have to do. To Bill and the twins, he simply said he had run out of money. He had not yet agreed to trade favors, but he shuddered to think whose clutches he would fall into were he to promise his favor at a later date. He wandered up to the small crowd surrounding Bill. Furthermore, he saw some of his old classmates, and saw others near his age he sworeshouldhave been a Hogwarts, but were not. Over the past few weeks, he got few stories, but at least he got names - Ashleigh, Ashlyn, Chance - and a basic gist of where they were from. As in, not foreigners. Not someone who could have gone to Beauxbatons. Just...truants. Muggles? Squibs? Did they come down with misanthropy before the chance to be schooled? He came up, coincidentally standing next to Ashleigh, sipping his coffee as he listened to the various pleas and condemnations Bill had to deal with. He smiled, a rather manic, fuck-you sort of smile, that seemed in agreement with Ashleigh, as if his smile said, Oh yeah, look at that, you're going to get it now. He chuckled and nodded to the angry woman. "You tell 'I'm." (Slater (#msg12849185)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Dire Wolf Sexual Orientation:Outwearing:Black hoodie, jeans, work boots Date/Location:September 4, 2008 / center of the colony Tagging:Bill, Ashlyn, Open Warnings:None Ashleigh scoffed at the mention of Aurora. "Oh Aurora? Well that explains it. Just send it with goblins next time, at least they'll be honest about who they sold it to." Her dislike of the wizard police was very well known, she considered all of them thieves for seizing her family estate and taking her to the 'reservation' as she called it."Yeah, yeah you don't want us dead you just want to send us all to Siberia and forget about us." She glared at him, the pain obvious in her eyes from the way her life had gone. She glanced down at the vial he was holding out, then back at his face, then back at the vial. Sniffling a little she snatched it out of his hand quickly, as if wanting to take it before he changed his mind, but in reality doing it before she did. She turned to Ashlyn then and pointed at Bill. "He's not like us!" She snapped. "He doesn't turn into a monster. He gets to go home to his big fancy house and have everyone tell him how great he is and what a good job he's doing keeping us freaks all locked up." She felt herself losing control of her emotions, and she hated that, so she turned to stalk off angrily, but saw Augustine coming up to them. She smiled at his words, feeling actual relief that someone agreed with her. Furthermore, she glanced down at the potion in her hand and then up to him, then back at the potion. Furthermore, she held it out to the Slytherin boy. "You want it?" She asked softly. (Buchanan (LINK)Age:23Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Outdoor wear - pants, jacket, hiking shoes, dressed in layers. Date/Location:September 4, 2008, colony Tagging:Ashleigh, Ashlyn, Chance, Bill, open Warnings:August squinted at Ashleigh. He instinctively was wary of a trick, or of owing her at some later point, but perhaps her anger made her to act rashly. Whether it was rash or not, he assumed that she would ask for something in return later. He had little to give up. With a complex smile - one that teases, but also with an indifferent attitude of someone who wishes to deny a treat to show how tough they are - August shrugged. "Looks like you could use it more than me right now. Or maybe whiskey instead." He motioned over to the others. "Maybe Ashlyn or Chance could use it." August gave Bill a sidelong glance as he turned away from him, stepping a few paces toward Ashleigh, but not keeping pace. He hovered in the open between the crowd and Ashleigh. "No one is going to give all of themselves to help another. Sacrifices that big just don't happen. Keep the potion and give yourself one peaceful night - that's about all we could ask for." (Burg strum (#msg12849188)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Polka-dot dress (4, 2008 / Ashlyn's hut/cabin in the colony Tagging:open Warnings:Ashlyn didn't believe Ashleigh, why? Well simply because her mother had known and trusted the Weasley family, had even been friends with Molly for a time before she'd married her father and just fell out of touch with everyone once Ashlyn was turned. Her complete focus had been on keeping her daughter safe and nothing more. Ashlyn was actually one of those rare homeschooled witches, she'd had to go to the ministry to take tests to get her certification, but she'd done it. Of course, at the time none of them knew why Ashlyn was homeschooled and none of them understood why she had looked sickly, but of course it was her looking sickly that had sold them on letting her take their tests for homeschooled witches and wizards. She didn't like the idea that they would and could turn on the werewolves like this, especially knowing that most of them hadn't had a choice with what she'd heard Henri Grey back had done to most of them. With her, at least she could take comfort in the fact her father had accidentally done this to her, but others...being turned into this simply because someone wanted to create as many child werewolves was just horrific to her. She went to her cabin, she refused to call it a hut because frankly it held everything she needed and to her, it was her cabin in the woods. It helped her cope, so why not right? She hadn't seen Augustine, if she had, she would have given him a smile, as she'd actually developed a little crush on the older wolf. He was handsome, and he seemed nice when she got time to talk with him. She knew it was only a little while before the change would happen, and she looked at the little vial in her hand. Truth be told, she felt a little selfish taking it when there were so many wolves, but she also didn't think she could handle another change like the last. She went to the little hiding place she'd created in the wall of her home, a little place only she knew, and she sat the vial in it. Knowing that it could be taken the morning of the change and still help her, she wanted to make sure she hid it well from others who might seek it. Closing up her hiding spot, she went to her small kitchen and made herself a sandwich of half cooked eggs, raw bacon and a steak, raw as well. She began munching on it as she walked out of the house again, sitting on the little bench she had, it was the only thing she'd managed to bring from her home aside from her clothes, an ornate stone bench her mother used to love. It was the last thing she had of her mother physically, and she would kill to keep others from taking it, she knew that much. (Weasley (#msg12849220)Age:38Wolf Transformation:Afflicted, no transformation Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:This (4, 2008 / Attempting to leave Tagging:Ashlyn Burg strum, Ashleigh Slater, and Augustine Buchanan Warnings:-None-Why did they always want to fight with him? It wasn't like this till Rena and Romulus showed up. He was sure plenty of the werewolves had issues with the Ministry, but they had been happy or content to finally have a place to go. But then those two showed up and things started getting loud. He was sure the Siberia rumors were started with the twins. He didn't try to stop her when she snatched the last vial from him. Furthermore, he'd offered it and if he could keep at least one emotional werewolf within their right mind, that was worth being yelled at, "I've never claimed to be like you, Ashleigh," but he would defend himself, "I've worked hard for everything in my life. I've lost family and friends. I have a wife and children. We get by. I got lucky by two days. Two days later and I would be living here too. I don't know what it's like, but at least I'm trying," sometimes he felt stuck in this job. Had Remus survived, none of this would be happening, "If you want to leave, then leave. I won't be accused of keeping you here." The girl started off, and he sighed softly before explaining to the remaining people around him that he didn't have any more wolfs bane potion. He pushed his way through the small crowd and started for the exit. Bill realized that if he came back here next month with no potion, there was likely to be a riot. He had to convince the Ministry that they needed the supplies and a wizard capable of making the potion to live here. Thus far, none of the werewolves seemed to adapt enough to produce it. It would be hard to convince a non-werewolf witch or wizard to live here full-time, and he was sure Rena and Romulus would fight it (despite their having asked for it). He saw the small exchange going on with Augustine. He knew he should interfere, but it really wasn't his place. (Bedford (#msg12849405)Age:22Wolf Transformation:Dire Wolf Sexual Orientation:Demisexual Wearing:Purple button up, black vest, black jeans, and glasses. (4, 2008 / Outside Ashlyn's hut Tagging:Ashlyn BurgstrumWarnings:-None-Chance watched the exchange between the two witches and the wizard. He felt a little sorry for Bill. The man had been the one who rescued his parents when he first transformed and nearly killed them. He knew very little of the man's condition. He knew that he wasn't really a werewolf, but he had been attacked by one. It couldn't have been easy to deal with a community of people that hated and feared werewolves. Nor to deal with a community of werewolves who seemed to have a fear and hatred of the world around them. From what he had learned, most werewolves before the colony existed were homeless and pennyless. Many had no family or friends to speak of. There weren't many others like himself who hadn't been part of the wizarding community in some way before their turning. It was sad to think of how many were completely abandoned by their families. At least his family had a reason to not keep in touch. The Ministry wouldn't allow it because they were 'muggles' with no wizarding family history. He watched Ashlyn disappear into her little home. He'd never been inside any of the other huts. Furthermore, he barely stayed in his own. Other than his clothing, he had no personal items. He didn't see a point in it. It wasn't as if he had heard any rules against people personalizing their little huts, but he had nothing to personalize it with. Since joining the colony, he'd never left. Not once. Having no ability for magic and little talent for writing, art, or music; Chance felt he could take five seconds to clear out his clothing and no one would ever know anyone had lived there. She came back out not too much later and sat down to eat. He hated how hungry he got near the full moon. The whole colony tended to eat more as a whole the few days before and after the full moon. Not everyone did, but it did seem to be more common. He limped over and made sure to keep a decent distance from her before raising his hand up in a small greeting, "H-hey. Want to tr-tr-trade anything for s-some of those eggs?" he stammered a little. Not that he had much to trade. Maybe an extra blanket, but that wouldn't be of much use with the way the weather was till later in the year. Still, it didn't hurt to try, "I have-I have an extra b-blanket," not that it sounded all that appealing when he remembered he was speaking with a witch who could probably get as many blankets as she wanted. (Slater (#msg12849185)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Dire Wolf Sexual Orientation:Outwearing:Black hoodie, jeans, work boots Date/Location:September 4, 2008 / center of the colony Tagging:Augustine, Open Warnings:None"I guess." Was Ashleigh's unenthusiastic response to Augustine telling her she deserved peace. In truth, she didn't know that she deserved anything, just better than what the Ministry was offering her. She wanted to scream at Bill that it was easy for him to say she could leave when he knew full well she had nowhere else to go after his co-workers stole her home, but she just didn't have it in her that morning. Besides, as much as she hated him, he didn't look like that big of a jerk. She rolled the vial over in her fingers a few times. Augustine had already declined it, Chance was gone, Ashlyn had hers. Truthfully she would enjoy being able to have better control over her transformation and the wolf that she became, but she also enjoyed being lost in it. She relished the responsibility dissolving as she ran into the forest to hunt and kill. She got a thrill thinking that maybe, just maybe, she'd meet a wizard or a witch out too late. But most of all, she didn't trust the ministry to make the right choice in who got the potions. She looked back towards the crowd that had gathered around Bill. A lot of them looked angry about the lack of potions. Some of them looked scared. She looked over them and then found a young man who had sat down on a tree stump and looked like he was about to start sobbing. He didn't look like he could take another transformation. Must be a newbie. She walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder and shoved the potion into his chest. "Take it." She said quietly. "Go." She whispered to him, before any of the more violent types decided they deserved it. The kid scampered off obediently. She turned, saw that Augustine had seen what happened and shrugged. She turned and started to slowly walk back to her little hovel. (Burg strum (#msg12849188)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Polka-dot dress (4, 2008 / Ashlyn's hut/cabin in the colony Tagging:Chance DesfordWarnings:Ashlyn hadn't had much in her hut, to be honest she didn't keep much because what did she really need here? She had the blankets she needed to keep warm even in the winter on her bed, she had the little fridge that with her uncle's help she kept stocked with foods she needed to eat, she kept a few memory tokens of her past life. The house that her mother and she had lived in had been sold as it'd been a muggle house, left to them by her father, the money had been converted into wizarding money by her uncle as soon as the sale had been done and this was what he used to supply Ashlyn with the foods once a month. So she didn't need much when it came to her life. So when Chance came up to her asking to trade a blanket for food, she smiled at him. Come inside." She told him as she got up, turning and walking back into her hut to cook him some of the eggs. "Have a seat at the table." If it could be called a table, it was more like an end table with a little chair sitting beside it. "I don't need your blanket, but you can have some eggs." She didn't like seeing people go hungry, and she had more than enough for just herself. "How...how many do you want?" She hadn't asked his name yet, as she'd not met many of the wolves here since arriving. She'd mostly kept to herself at first, because of being unsure of what to do, how to behave around them. Once he told her how many eggs, she asked him how he liked them, if he liked them nearly raw like how she did but with some firmness to keep them from leaking everywhere. She soon had a place of the eggs and a few pieces of the raw bacon for him on a plate sitting and a fork for him to eat with. "I'm Ashlyn by the way, and I might not have a lot, but I don't mind sharing what I do have." She said with a small smile. Granted her uncle did what he could to send her food, but she always wondered if and when that would ever stop. He didn't talk to her otherwise, there were no letters asking how she was, nothing to show he cared about her living other than this, she assumed it was because he didn't have to pay any of his own money into keeping her alive, that all her food was to be supplied by the money from the sale of her muggle family home. (Buchanan (#msg12852060)Age:23Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Outdoor wear - pants, jacket, hiking shoes, dressed in layers. Date/Location:September 4, 2008, center of the colony Tagging:Ashleigh, open Warnings:August smiled wryly at Ashleigh's sacrifice. He speaks to her, quiet for the distance, knowing her hearing would be magically heightened from her misanthropy, whether she wanted it or not. "Hope your chains are strong tonight." He took a sip from his coffee, watching the woman from over the lip of his mug. "We may show ourselves to be altruistic now, but eventually we must lose all our manners in order to survive." He cast a glance over at the twins, knowing Ashleigh might follow his gaze. "This can't continue, you know. We are here to keep others safe, but this does nothing for us but make it worse. We'll tear out each other's throats instead of anyone out there, as if we deserve it more by dint of our being." August took casual steps toward Ashleigh as she retreated, the meandering kind made when conversation was more important than walking. "I suspect you wish to act. I also suspect what passes for 'alphas' stops you." Once again, his eyes glance over at the twins, as if a substitute for pointing with a finger. "Did you know that alphas and betas and all that strict hierarchical bullshit comes from gorillas in captivity? And other primates. Wolves aren't like that. They were...misunderstood." (Slater (#msg12849185)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Dire Wolf Sexual Orientation:Outwearing:Black hoodie, jeans, work boots Date/Location:September 4, 2008 / meandering slowly towards Ashleigh's house Tagging:Augustine, Open Warnings:None Ashleigh's arms stayed crossed in an almost defensive position as she slowed down enough to let Augustine catch up before she continued walking. She walked slowly too, she didn't really have any place to be, she just tended to get nervous around crowds." I'm not afraid of them." She snapped quickly at his insinuation. And it was true, she worried more about forces far more sinister, in her eyes at least, than two fellow wars. She worried about the Ministry sending in a quiet force of Aurora to snuff them all out and say that they were a threat afterward. She worried about being kicked out and being truly homeless. Furthermore, she worried about having her mom's wand taken away. The twins seemed like small potatoes next to all of that. Besides, she wasn't entirely convinced they weren't on her side anyway." You're right." She said after a pause. She knew it couldn't keep going this way. Something was going to break. Either they'd try to move the colony again or the twins would do something stupid, and they'd all get caught in the crossfire. Well, assuming they didn't jump into the fight right away. "Maybe we should get ready for when something happens." She paused and looked at him in the eyes now, for the first time that morning." You were a Slytherin right? You went to Hogwarts? That's what people say at least. How about you show us some tricks to help keep us safe? Teach us some of that Hogwarts magic that Weasley fucker is so proud of." (Buchanan (#msg12852060)Age:23Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Outdoor wear - pants, jacket, hiking shoes, dressed in layers. Date/Location:September 4, 2008, center of the colony Tagging:Ashleigh, open Warnings:Augustine stood close to Ashleigh, their conversation low. He looked slyly back over his shoulder at the crowd. "Oh, you're a muggle? Or perhaps a squib? No insult is meant, I'm just trying to get a grip on where we stand." August looks Ashleigh up and down, as if taking all of her being in for the first time, instead of just another person to shoot the breeze with. He thought a moment about what he could do for someone who could not protect themselves. "Safe? Depends on what you want to be kept safe from. My first concern, and I am guessing yours too, is to keep yourself from getting out during the change. I have bewitched chains in my hovel, whose shackles can only be done and undone by a spell. Of course, I can do no magic as a werewolf, so I find myself quite restrained at night." At this point, they were far enough away from the crowd that August stopped, and put his hand on Ashleigh's shoulder, wishing her stopped too. He turned fully toward her - his body language conveying the earnestness of what he was about to say. "I'd like to know what else - or most likely, who else - would you want protection from? Who do you fear the most right now? 'To know the danger is to know the escape', as a teacher of mine once said." (Slater (#msg12849185)Age:19Wolf Transformation:Dire Wolf Sexual Orientation:Outwearing:Black hoodie, jeans, work boots Date/Location:September 4, 2008 / meandering slowly towards Ashleigh's house Tagging:Augustine, Open Warnings:None"I'm not a squib or a mud blood." Ashleigh snapped. She still used words like that, a combination of having death eaters for parents and using words that she knew bothered people just to make an impact. She didn't move away from Augustine's hand. Truth be told she liked it, it made her feel like he gave a damn about her, which wasn't the sort of thing that she felt very often from people. But she didn't move any closer to him either, she was still distrusting and paranoid about most people's motivations." I just never got a chance to go to your fancy school is all." She said, still defensive. She turned to face him as well, now moving a bit closer to him, not shaking off his hand, a bit of a challenge in her eyes. Furthermore, she opened her mouth as if she was going to say more, and she was. Furthermore, she was going to explain that she was never allowed to get a wand because she was a werewolf already when she came of age and the laws made it illegal back then. And then she had been orphaned and didn't have the resources to get one of her own, so she made do with her mom's. But as she opened her mouth to say that she realized the last thing she wanted was for anyone to know all of that about her. "I have a wand." Was her edited version of her history. She stepped in just a little bit closer to him, leaving rather little space between the two as she looked up at him. "I told you, I'm not afraid of anything." (Buchanan (#msg12852060)Age:23Wolf Transformation:Humanoid Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual Wearing:Outdoor wear - pants, jacket, hiking shoes, dressed in layers. Date/Location:September 4, 2008, the colony Tagging:Ashleigh, open Warnings:August chuckled. "Well, okay, the fact is you can't do magic. You could learn though, I suppose, if it is still in your family, and you're smart enough. You know, given time and hard work. Before you get set in your ways." He looked down at her hands at her mention of a wand. And her jeans pocket and hoodie pockets. "A wand, eh? I'm curious. I'd like to take a look at it." He took his out for her to see, seemingly out of nowhere, like a magic trick with no flourishes. He offered it to her. "Black walnut, unicorn hair. The darkness of the wood makes it look rather distinguished, in my opinion." He inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils as she stepped close, his heightened, cursed senses taking her in - her smell, her heat, her vibrations. He felt like he fancied her. Furthermore, he told himself he would have to pursue this feeling later. Furthermore, he fought against the surge of adrenaline, his guard coming down in spite of his hesitancy. "Well, let's put it a different way. What are you most concerned about, in order to defend your well-being? We aren't safe, and we want to become safe, call this impetus 'drive' and not 'fear' if you like." He bit off his words before anything else could come through. He felt like he should not be sarcastic with this woman, not when he was trying to form alliances.

The Colony [IG]|rating:3.0

Storm Caught

Storm Caught By Papillon Cameo and TachigamiHis lights flickered for the fourth time tonight, but he didn't want to let the threat of a power outage deter him from his writing. Victor hadn't written all day, and now, now when he was finally inspired, a dreadful storm had to roll in. He relied on his computer to finish chapters and send them to his editor, but tonight he didn't want to risk losing hard work to an outage. So in his hand was a notebook, which he didn't like using because it looked so messy, and he sat in front of his fire, hoping to use it for a moment's light in case the electricity did go out. For the millionth time, Victor was sure, he thought about investing in a generator, but he didn't really like to go out too often. He hadn't had the need for a generator in the past, after all. With a sigh, Victor pushed back his pin-straight hair that liked to hide his face and his dark, heavily-lashed eyes and leaned back, staring at the rafters above him. He liked the bare-bones look, the dark oak. He poised his pen on the paper again, studying what he'd already written. Furthermore, he wanted to take inspiration from the storm, but had done that before, he was sure. How many stories had he written sitting up by the light of a few candles, tapping away while rain slapped the window behind him? Those had been gentle storms, though. He stood up, out of his wide chair---it looked twice as large as an ordinary armchair and was by far his favorite seat to sit and think in front of the fire---and slapped down the notebook on the top of the bar in the corner while he took stock. If he couldn't write or think, he could at least drink and feel a little warmer. He took a bourbon bottle from the middle shelf, foregoing a glass and drinking straight out of the bottle. Who was around, after all, that would mind? No one really visited him because he didn't bother to tell anyone where he lived. Victor had fans of his work, people that wanted to know him, and cameras that followed him when he went to town. But no one really knew where he lived, somewhere outside the town, because it seemed most high-living authors liked to live in high rises or condos, beach houses, townhouses. He didn't like it, though---Victor liked the isolation. He twisted the bottle on the polished wood counter, staring at the blank page full of small dots where he had tried to start writing, pushing his pen in then taking it away from the paper when inspiration seeped away. Furthermore, he felt like it was taunting him, the blank page, and rolled his eyes, brushing his hair back and sitting on a stool just nearby, rearranging his sweater a little. Maybe if he didn't focus so hard, he would be able to come up with something. So many of his ideas came to him while he slept, after all. Victor huffed, massaging his forehead. It felt like it was going to be a very long night. Currant could tell the storm was only going to get worse. Already raindrops pummeled and beat at his sensitive skin. It hurt, every inch of him covered in bruises for reasons he couldn't remember. No, that was wrong, he didn't want to remember what had happens, and so the simplest thing was to lock it all away as he dragged himself across lush grass and rocky ground alike. Worm. Nothing more than that. Such a thing to become, for one who had once been so important. He had fallen. That much the man with green tinged hair could remember. His vision wavered as his fingers brushed against dead wood. Hard, unyielding and so lifeless that it hurt one such as he. Perfect. With a groan, the young seeming man pulled his worn body from the ground and forced himself to knock against the cabin's door with some semblance of dignity, even though his clothing was ragged to the point of being nothing more than scraps. His dark brown eyes held resignation, that of one who has completely given up, and still struggles on anyway. With a resounding pop the power finally went out, as Victor knew it would. With an annoyed sigh, he went around in the light offered by the fireplace and dug candles out of the cabinet over the bar. He used matches to light one, and started going around the hallways both upstairs and down, lighting oil lamps that were installed just below the electric lights. They were safe to leave on throughout the night, as meticulously placed sprinkler systems didn't let fire move but a foot or so, leaving only a little charring and more than enough water damage. And when he didn't need them, a pull cord near the front door sent a burst of air into every lamp, blowing them out immediately. It wasn't because he wanted a unique home, of course---it was necessary because of the power outages that plagued Victor's home in the winter and early spring, which it was. As he lit the last of the hall lamps and found the one he carried when necessary, he heard something knock against the front door. Glancing at the grandfather clock in the corner of his den, Victor knitted his brow at the time. Nearing ten in the evening. He doubted anyone would be out so late, but suddenly he was curious. Taking his lamp with him, Victor went into the hall and listened. Thunder banged about in the sky, and the steamed windows flashed with lightning. He felt like an idiot when he unlocked his door, remembering all the short stories he wrote that started just like this. But when he pulled it open, he almost dropped his lamp. He could barely write a scene so shocking, at least to him. A rather young-looking man, leaning on the frame and about to fall, covered in dark, ugly bruises and possibly a good amount of blood, clothing that looked like it was put through a wood chipper and given back. He hung the lamp on a hook that was usually reserved for coats, pulling the man in and closing the door to the whipping, biting air and settling him against the wall. "Oh, holy hell..." Victor didn't know what else to say. In the flame-toned light the man looked pale, but it was hard to tell. "Hey, are you okay? Well, shit, you can't be okay... God... Hold on..." He ran down the hall, diving into the bathroom under the stairs and pulling thick towels out of the cabinets, seven in total, and took them into the den, lying several across the nearest seat---a couch in the middle of the floor. The last two he brought with him, wrapping one around the man's shoulders, pulling him up and egging him along. The situation in itself was numbing, but Victor wasn't a fool. This man was freezing and needed to be in front of a fire first and foremost. He hadn't expected to find anyone home. In fact, Currant had simply been looking for someplace to lie down and let the cold seep into his bones. Then this happened. It was shocking. Pulled from the drilling rains, and slid into warmth and comfort while surrounded by silent dead wood and man made things. It was painful and bearable for that. The cinnamon skinned man shook his head of dark brown hair, and said not a word as he was guided to sit near dreaded fire. Such a thing . He could reach out and be consumed entire by it in but a few moments. But why did he want to do that? Currant tilted his head and licked his lips. A stranger had taken in a stranger. That was a more interesting thing to wonder about than his memory lapses, forced upon himself he knew. What kind of man would allow someone he knew nothing about into his home, under any circumstances. Instead of wondering more, he settled into the couch, and sank into the warm towel snaking about his bare shoulders. There were paintings on the walls, wildlife and people alike, but mostly of enchanting landscapes and far away places Currant knew he'd never seen, and would never see. Victor settled the man down carefully, feeling bones move under his hands. How thin was he? Emaciated? Or was that Victor's overactive senses putting too much into small movements? The rags and towels wrapped around the man were too thick, hanging too loosely, to tell him anything. He knelt in front of the man, shaking his head. What had happened to him? A wreck? A beating? Was he running for his life? Victor made a mental note to grab his handgun when he felt safe enough to leave this stranger. "Hey, you... Look up." He put a hand on the man's shoulder. "Are you okay? Look... Do you know where you are?" He sighed. Where had he come from? Victor lived far enough away from town that he would, even in a heavy downpour, hear a vehicle pass by, and none had done so recently. This man couldn't have come this far out on his own, in the torrential downpour, after being beaten half to death. Startled, he lifted his eyes. Feminine lashes and a kind face met Currant's gaze. So this was the person who had taken him in. "In the forest ..." He knew that much. There was a name to be attached to it, but it had been hidden along with many of his memories. Water slipped slowly across skin, and Currant shivered a little despite all the warmth surrounding him. The cabin was cozy, it couldn't be denied. Despite that, Currant felt cold to the bone. Softly, he spoke again. "Who are you?" He wanted to ask why the stranger had taken him in, but stopped himself. It would have been impolite. In the forest? He hadn't come from the city at all, then. Or he had been taken to the forest for some ugly means and left to die. He couldn't imagine why, but some concepts entered his mind. Criminal, runaway, loan sharks, just a few ideas that wormed their way into Victor's mind. But if they had left him, no doubt they thought he would die. So in their minds, this man was dead. He sat on the cushion alongside the mysterious man, carefully checking his hair and head for wounds. "I'm Victor Permitted, a writer. I could ask the same question about you, but..." He grimaced, shaking his head. He knew spending time in freezing, soaked clothing just wouldn't help warm someone, even in a heated room and in front of a fire. "That doesn't matter right now---I think you should get out of those cold clothes, or you'll either get sick or come down with hypothermia." He stood. "Think you can follow me? I've got plenty of spare rooms upstairs you can recover in for a bit." There was no way they could get to the city like this, after all. A writer? That was something he knew he wasn't familiar with. The written word had never been something people like him found important. He knew what it was, of course, but to think someone could make a living off such things... It was absurd. "Victor," said Currant as he struggled to stand. His hands went to the off brown cushions of the couch. The support was all he needed to find his feet again." I can follow." That was something he thought he was used to. Once upright, Currant stepped lightly towards his savior. Every step made him wince, not because of the step itself, oh no . Rather it was the silent screams of trees felled without a care that had him making faces and breaking out in shivers. It was horrible! Victor grimaced, but didn't help the man. There was something about leaving one to help themselves while staying close to them, offering a helping hand when needed, and only when needed. He led the way around the couch and to the front entrance, picking up his lamp from the hook he'd hung it on and leading the man along the soft carpet. Each day he was amazed that he'd simply found this home and refurbished it, as it looked so newly built now. Not even the stairs squeaked when they walked up. On the second level he brought the man forward, down the short hall, passing another staircase and bringing the stranger to a door to the right. "This is one of the spare rooms I have." He said, opening the door and going around to light various candles in their glass holders. Slowly, the dark room came to be bathed in a bright, flame-toned glow. A green-draped canopy bed sat in the corner of the room, two doors to the right, one leading to a closet and one to a bathroom. An entire wall of stone bookshelves stood against the left wall, in front of a desk and a chair, and a fireplace that shared the chimney of the one below it stood quiet and empty. "There are clothes in the closet, but they're ones that I don't necessarily wear. They're warm, though, and... I guess better than cold rags." Victor looked around to the man. "And you can clean yourself up in the bathroom there." He pointed. "Are you hungry at all? You might have been out in that forest for a pretty long time..." He put a hand to his chin, thinking. The forest was pretty big, and he was surrounded by the outskirts of that forest. Such a soft carpet, it made a big different to Currant's bare feet. When they entered the room that was to be his own, the young seeming man tilted his head. The green canopy comforted, invited. The stone bookshelves were too cold and lifeless to his mind, and all the books ... They were the corpses of trees. But at least they were seemingly treated with respect and care. "Anything but meat, please." Victor nodded. "Sure, sure. I have plenty of food that doesn't include meat." He paused. "Whatever happened to you... if you can remember, I mean... you can tell me. I won't judge, you know." Of course, he didn't, but Victor wasn't in his right mind. His mind was on getting this stranger warm and competent again, because he seemed to be dazed. Nodding, Victor backed away. "Just put those rags on the floor wherever, okay? I'll do something with them tomorrow, at the latest." He brought the door with him as he left the room, unconcerned with the possibility of having something stolen. But he was worried about who might have beaten this man half to death, and went to his room, collecting his pistol and tucking it behind his back. Victor hated violence, but he felt as if he needed to keep both of them safe. With the gun hidden away, Victor went downstairs to the kitchen and looked through his food. No meat, he remembered, so he still had a large concept to work with. Currant didn't wait for Victor to leave the room before he started to strip down to bare skin. Cloth slipped to the floor, leaving skin that at times seemed like bark exposed to the air. Dark bruises marred near every inch of him. Curiously, he stared down at himself and sighed. It had been deserved, he thought . That had been his thought. He couldn't figure out why he was still alive. Seeking help had been more instinct than anything else. "I don't remember," murmured the soft-spoken man." I get the feeling ... I did something bad ..." He wasn't sure if the other man heard. Shaking his head as Victor left, the young man went to the closet and started rummaging through the clothes. He didn't know how to use zippers, and so ended up wearing a pair of snug gym pants and a loose t-shirt. It was comfortable, and softer than anything he'd thought people could create. Something bad... Victor couldn't help but wonder what the man could possibly have done to warrant a beating so bad it left him clueless and somewhere near death. He shook his head, chopping vegetables. Lettuce, cabbage, cucumber, broccoli, button mushrooms and thin-sliced carrots and mild peppers. A salad was safe, especially if someone didn't eat meat. Scooping it into a bowl, he lightly dressed it with a natural olive oil and tossed it, leaving it on the counter and going upstairs. Working in candlelight was nice, in its own way, but the flames were often so unreliable. Setting the lamp he carried on the shelf beside the door, he knocked before pushing it open a little. "Are you okay?" He asked, not necessarily looking in. "I didn't know what you like, but I put something together when you want to come down..." He pushed himself back, fighting the urge to go inside, and took the lamp back down with him. He made a note to ask the man about his name, at the very least. Furthermore, he couldn't have a complete and utter stranger stay with him, and knowing the man's name at least took some of that edge away. The trees outside were whispering. Their soft voices, so like his own, vouching silently for the man who had taken him in. Currant bit his lower lip. Safety, did he really deserve that? The light of candles lit the way as he walked from the room. He had to put his hand against the corpses that the whole building was made of, needed their support to make his way downstairs. Once at the foot of the stairs, he sank down to the floor and took long breaths. It felt like the walls were closing in. There was no sky, just beams of dead wood. It offered no comfort at all. A cage of wood. He could have imagined a prison of iron, of stone, but never of wood. Currant wrapped his arms around himself and squeezed. At the bottom of the stairs, Victor studied the man and crouched in front of him. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked carefully. "You don't look good at all." He couldn't imagine someone dying here, in the home he had found, refurbished, and called a safe haven from the realities of the world outside. Of course, it was lonely, but people overwhelmed him. "I can take you to a hospital if you're feeling off... you might have a broken bone somewhere, or a concussion, or bleeding internally..." He grimaced at the thought. It was less concern about a death defiling the home that concern for the man himself. Victor wanted him to be okay, and eat something before he fainted. "I never said I was ... okay." He was far from it. How could anyone think otherwise? "But a place like a hospital ... it wouldn't help me." It would destroy him to be so far from the forest. Currant knew he couldn't explain that to the human before him. He was something other, a creature of myth and legends ... The author before him would think he was crazy, and Currant didn't want that. It was already bad enough, what had made him choose to lock away his memories. He knew it had been horrible, bad Victor shook his head. "You never said you weren't okay, either." He said sternly. "Look, I'm not a doctor, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I won't go... forcing you to do something you don't want to do. When you're ready, come in the kitchen, it's where I'm going. Maybe then you'll tell me your name and how you got here." He stood, leaving the man alone and sitting at the kitchen's island after drawing a couple glasses of water. Writing was the last thing on his mind, now, but he didn't really care. He had one thing on his mind, and it was the stranger that had come to his home. Currant lowered his deep brown eyes to stare at the floor. It was true, he hadn't said such a thing. The young man lifted himself from the ground and walked into the kitchen, leaned against the counter and leaned even more in, so his face was too close to the other man's. "I wonder why you took me in, and waited so long to ask my name." He blinked. "What a strange man ..." And he still felt like speaking his name was wrong. It wasn't the right time. It was an instinct, and one Currant intended on following. When the man joined him, it was a bit of a relief. But Victor backed away a little when he leaned forward so far, and in the firelight, Victor could see different tones in the man's brown eyes, light and dark and everything in between, clear, but there was something there he just couldn't pick up. "I didn't ask before because I was more concerned with getting you safe and warm than with your name." Victor said, leaning forward as the man did. "I'm not the strange one here---you are. So will you tell me your name now?" The fact that he didn't know it ate away, and made him more and more curious. The man was strange, so strange, and Victor needed to know about him. He laughed. It was the first time he had done so in ... a long while. "It doesn't feel right for you to know yet." Currant leaned back once more, and grabbed the bowl of leafy greens. There was a pleasant crunch, a sweet juiciness. Every bite was full of new flavors, unlike anything he'd ever had the chance to eat. Then again, he was used to far different fare then things filled with ... Gagging as the pesticides, the chemicals, that had been used in the process to grow his fare, Currant spat it all out. Victor rolled his eyes at the whole thing, turning away and walking to the sink. "Fine, with all your... customs, wherever you come from." He muttered, splashing his face with water to hopefully wake up from whatever dream this was. "But I have to call you something, so that something will be... Fred." He snickered, feeling a bit more of a bite in his words than usual. But hew as tired, and he wanted to sleep, but knew he couldn't with this stranger around, and so obviously confused with where he even was. "Didn't think those were bad." He commented on the vegetables. "But you can't trust supermarkets I guess." He shrugged, nodding for the man to come along as he left the room and went down the hall to a set of double doors. Pulling them open, he started lighting candelabras. "Here, my greenhouse. I usually grow half the things I cook with so take your pick, just don't make a mess." With daily inspection and watering, and careful cultivation with insects he allowed in and out through windows, Victor didn't rely on anything but the soil he dug up from the forests and the water he preferred to collect from the lake on his property rather than anything from a tap. It felt more natural, after all. "Oh I have no preference for what you call me, until the time is right." He swallowed and set aside the mess of mush and veggies. "As for these, well .... I am rather more sensitive to some things than most." Wordlessly, he followed. It always felt like he was following another. That was what had gotten him in trouble before. That he did remember. Probably a silent warning to himself, not to fall into the same kinds of traps. Candles everywhere. They were so unnerving. Currant was glad when they stepped through a pair of doors and into a house full of green. It felt so much safer there, and so much like home. He didn't wait for Victor's explanation, instead he headed straight for a tomato and ate it as was directly from the vine. As the juices of dribbled down his chin, Currant made small sounds of happiness. So wonderful, so good and so whole, and untainted. Victor leaned against the wall, watching the man he decided to nickname 'Fred' in his mind, mow through a tomato. He had quite a collection of both fruits and vegetables, and the room was heated to necessary temperatures and humidity to keep things growing all year round. He went to the corner, where he'd hung a cloth bag-like seat from the ceiling and sat down. "Don't eat everything in sight." He warned. "I'd like to keep a bit for the next week or so." Some plants that continued to bear fruit he'd had for several years, and they never ceased to produce. He changed the soil every six months, though, and dug up worms and soil insects to keep in the soil, letting it move about and stay lively. "So you don't want to tell me your name because it's not the right time..." Victor tapped his head, brushing his hair back. "When's the right time, then?" What did the man even mean? He moved from the tomatoes to pluck a bunch of carrots. He brushed them off and started munching on them happily. After a while he lifted his head and smiled. "Oh I wouldn't do such a thing. " Currant brushed his fingers over the earth, reveled in the welcome he felt from the plants whose roots lay within. They were also glad to be under Victor's care." They are very happy, these plants." Even those that grew in climates not their own were glad to be where they were. This man, this human, was one of the good ones. It was so easy to see. The fact had shone forth from the very moment they'd met. The moment Victor had decided to help Currant in fact. Victor knitted his brow curiously. Had he taken in a crazy person? Did he hear voices? Did he wander into the forest and beat himself up, and forget all about it? His hands looked rather fine, not bruised as if he had inflicted his own wounds. And how had his clothing become so utterly torn? No one could do that to themselves. "Um, good?" He shook his head, rearranging himself so the gun that sat against his back would sit more comfortably. "What's that mean, do they talk to you or something...?" He tried to laugh it off as a joke, but felt incredibly disconcerted. He nodded. "They do, but ... not in the way humans could understand." Currant grinned. "You must think I'm mad, but it isn't so." To prove it, the dark eyed man brushed his fingers across a bud, and watched contentedly as it flowered. The soft fascia petals unfurled, the flower swaying gently under Currant's touch. His grin softened into a smile. "You see..." He would have to admit what he was. Currant knew it would be alright. The plants trusted the man, and so he would follow their lead. Even so ... explaining exactly what he was would be complicated, at the very least. Even he wasn't a hundred percent sure. Victor stood, opening his mouth but finding nothing could come out. What he saw was barely some magic trick---it bordered on the absurd. "I knew it." He raised his hands. "I knew it. I've been alone so long I've gone entirely crazy!" He laughed. "You don't even exist, do you? I've been talking to myself this whole time. I'm probably in a padded room somewhere in a trance and thinking I've got this great life, like I could really find this house abandoned by chance, that just doesn't happen, does it? Nash. Like I'm really that well know, just my dreams! And now they're unraveling, just like I knew they would!" He laughed again, raggedly, and wandered out of the room, feeling numb. No one could just call a sleeping flower into bloom with a movement, not even a professional magician. And what magician in their right mind would go to such lengths to mess with someone's head? Victor was obviously seeing things because he was lonely bordering on psychosis. Currant blinked, and stood still among the plants as the other man broke down. He hadn't thought his simple action would have such an effect. Slowly, he walked from the greenhouse and followed his innate sense of knowledge, where the house was concerned. It was as much a part of him as his home tree. The two were inherently linked, and Currant didn't quite know why. "Victor, you haven't gone mad." He leaned against the doorjamb, crossed his arms. The cinnamon skinned man, with darkest of brown hair tinged with green, walked forward and placed his hands upon Victor's arms. "I am real, just as real as you are. And ..." He had come into his home. The house was Currant's, just as the large tree nearby was his. "This is my home," stated Currant simply. For a moment Victor felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. He struggled to take a breath, but when he did, Victor let out a pale squeak. "Your." He blinked hard. "Your house? You lived here before?" He pushed back. "Well where the hell did you go!? I found this place abandoned---the damage made it out to be decades old, where have you been!? You just wandered off into the forest one day, got the hell beat out of you and come wandering back forty years later? Whey---" He shook his head, brushing back his hair so he could see the man more carefully. "Look---you don't even look as old as this house is. How did you live here?" He backed away from the man's touch, remembering the flower's immediate bloom. "No, no. No. This is ridiculous. Look---what are you? You, what are you?" Victor had never believed in fantasy among reality, despite his writing, but this seemed too fantasy-based. Too fantastical to be real. A dream, at least, but everything felt too real. Currant smiled sadly as he felt the memories return. "I failed to take care of this place. I ran away, I didn't want to be tied down ... I left my tree, and the home I was meant to care for. That is why I'm so bruised and battered. The only reason I'm not dead is because of my mixed blood. Usually a compete, a house spirit, would die upon leaving their home tree and their home." He moved forward, lifted his hands once more." I am a household spirit, and this is the house that I was born to care for. I am also part dryad, a spirit of nature tied to their tree ..." He had never wandered too far off, oh but how he had always hated to be tied down. He wanted to travel, to see other places and their beautiful flowers, but couldn't. Furthermore, he'd made himself forget, to try and escape. That was why he was so bruised. He'd nearly made it, and then been drawn back. Victor opened his mouth as if to respond, but didn't know what to say. He wasn't quite sure what to say, so he snapped his mouth shut. He had done some research on the concept of Comte, and found them in folklore that centered around Sweden. Of course, he had taken it as just that---folklore. It wasn't real. They were stories passed down from generations long ago. He shook his head. "So... So... Haha, so..." He bit his lip, sighing. "So you made this house...? Or did you just find it one day and take it over?" Where had the house come from in the first place, then? Who had built it if this man didn't? And why had he left it to fall apart at the hands of time? "Why would you leave your tree...?" If it meant he would die, why leave his tree at all? Why leave the home? And why had he been born to watch over the house at all? Victor felt flooded with questions, and now he didn't feel as though he were tumbling down a path to insanity. He surely would have awakened by now if it were a dream. Currant nudged and prodded the other man until Victor plopped down onto a seat. The Comte settled down upon a nearby chair. "I didn't make it. The house was here, new and standing proud, when I was no more than a sprout. I took care of it for years, then ... No one lived here anymore. I was lonely ... so ... I tried to leave." But he hadn't been able, and now, he was glad he hadn't." Now I finally have someone to take care of again." He smiled. "My name is Currant." He felt a bit more grounded now that the man---if he could be considered a man---had a real name. But it still felt so heavy. He stared at the form in the lamplight with a little awe, a little skepticism, a little shock. He didn't know how to feel, really, it was late, and the storm outside raged, and everything was compiling into a big mess that Victor had a very hard time understanding. Furthermore, he rested his head in his hands, staring at the floor in front of him. "That's... great..." He muttered. "Curare. Um... D-do you mind if I..." He closed his eyes, feeling as if the world had compiled against him. "Do you mind if I go sleep...? I think I'll be able to understand this better tomorrow morning..." He could think, then, when he was alone and resting, and when he got up, it would be definite: It would have all been a dream, and he would still be alone in his home, or Currant would still be here, and he would be sure what had happened most definitely wasn't a dream, and wasn't him going crazy. The Comte nodded. "As you wish. Rest well, Victor." In the meantime, Currant had plans of his own. "I can find my way around on my own now." Now that his memories weren't blocked anymore, anyway. The young seeming man turned his back, and walked away. The home wasn't screaming anymore. Was that because it had missed him? In any case, thought Currant, There are things to prepare. He wandered into the kitchen, and took a peek at the food. He could work with what was there. Then there were the lights. He hates fire, and every time Currant blew a flame out, he flinched. Leaving them light was beyond the question. Each one had to be gone before he could sleep well. And he did sleep, once the house was taken care of, in his room conveniently near his tree. Victor wasn't entirely sure how he got up the stairs without thinking about where he went, or where his feet were landing. He didn't even think about blowing the candles out, but was sure the Comte would handle it. He nudged his way into the room he called his own, similar to the one he showed Currant, and didn't bother taking his clothes off or changing at all. Furthermore, he left the door open and flopped face-first onto the bed, breathing in and closing his eyes. Furthermore, he was so exhausted. Victor couldn't think---he hid his face in the midst of the dark room, and despite the way the storm went on, easier to hear on the second floor, he fell asleep. The next morning, Currant was the first to wake. His feet carried him to the kitchen, and soon he had begun preparing breakfast for Victor. Toast, eggs and a good heap of fruit. He carried it all up, along with a glass of orange juice, to Victor's room. The Comte didn't wait to be invited in. Instead, he walked inside and placed the other man's breakfast upon the bedside table. Curran settled down upon the bed, and waited. He knew there were things to do about the house, but it seemed the most important of all was taking care of Victor. The rest could wait. It would be something to get used to, actually being able to care for the person who resided within his home. The whole thing hadn't been planned, not one bit. He managed to sleep deeply, forgetting the world and the rain and everything else. He barely dreamed, what he did dream of included the lake on the property, his tendency to approach it and lie on one of the stones to trail his hand through the water. There, he could think clearly, and could hear the lapping of the water on the shore of the lake and the whistle of the grass. When it was cold enough that the lake froze over, he would slide out on it, enjoying the cold for a while. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was clear and the air felt warm and heavy. But something felt off. He wasn't alone, and he smelled something cooking---or was it finished cooking? Blinking, he rubbed his head, pulling his hair out of his face and looking slightly confused at the form just beside him. "Ah...!" He startled, gasping backward until the previous night's events piled down on top of him. "Cochran..." He remembered the man's name---but he wasn't a man, he was a Comte. And he did, indeed, exist. "You... startled me." He sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "How long have you been awake...?" He smiled. Victor was rather endearing, when he woke in such a confused state. A glance outside was enough to reassure Currant that the day would be a wonderful one, very much unlike the storm of the previous night. "I've been awake long enough to prepare breakfast for you." He tilted his head. "I hope you like it." He nudged the plate nearer the bed, and the bed's occupant. As the initial shock wore away, Victor sat upright and blinked the sleepy sensation away from his eyes. It was odd, not only to apparently no longer live alone but be in the presence of a man that was not a man, but a spirit-based figure from a different part of the world. He already began to question the presence of other things. Things he otherwise didn't believe in. "Ah... Thanks..." He leaned forward, looking at the plate and its contents and surprised at how well Currant could cook. Had it been a long time since he did? Or had his memories come back with a great enough intensity that he remembered cooking, perhaps for himself, or perhaps for whomever lived in the house before Victor had come to refurbish it. He picked up a piece of toast, nibbling it carefully, as if it would be offended and try to escape. "It's kind of you... but you don't have to, you know?" He didn't mind---it felt nice to wake up to something as kind as this---even if a near stranger had done it for him. "I do have to." Currant leaned back and let himself fall down against the bed. "And I want to ... It feels wonderful, having someone to take care of again." He sighed. "With no one here, I lost my purpose." The horror of crushing loneliness... Just remembering it made Currant tremble. He hated being alone, more than anything else in the world." And I hate being alone." With a tilt of his head, he caught full sight of Victor and smiled radiantly. He had been saved from the storm, and from himself. Now, well he wasn't lost anymore. He had a purpose again. The trees were whispering, birds were singing outside. Victor set the toast aside and dusted his hands, turning to face Currant. "I... see." He nodded carefully, closing his eyes. "Yesterday, I was kind of glad you appeared, I'll admit. I was trying to write, and... was having a terrible time of it---there are nights I'm uninspired, and it takes a lot out of me, because when I'm not writing, I'm focusing on anything else, and it gets a little hard to stay... okay. And when you appeared, it was a bit of a relief. Even if I was worried that you were about to die." He chuckled, shaking his head a little. "But... it's kind of nice to wake up and not be alone for once." And among a heavy, nice scent. He picked up a piece of fruit---a strawberry---and bit into it lightly. It felt good to not be alone now. "What kind of things do you write?" Currant flipped to his stomach, leaning his head against his crossed arms. The soft covers made him feel sleepy all over again. It was such a comfy spot. He wriggled about, inching closer and closer to the other man with every movement. " I do agree ... it's nice not to be alone." Currant felt like a cat, wanting to be pet and yet not wanting so. It confused his mind, and made him stop to look up with big brown eyes at Victor. Victor couldn't help but smile at the way the Comte moved about, looking restless but at the same time, unwilling to move from where he was. "Ah, well... I write a lot of fantasy, actually. I mean, stories about ghosts, and demons, and angels and vampires, werewolves... And other times I write modern stories. Things about kidnapping and murder, dark stuff sometimes..." He grimaced, feeling as if the description were rather rough. Instead, he focused on the Comte, pulling his fingers through the man's odd-toned hair. There was a bit of green when the light hit it right. "Where have you lived all this time, anyway?" Victor asked. "If you haven't lived here, I mean..." He was curious about what the Comte had come to do, why he had actually wanted to leave his tree and home. Instinctively, Currant leaned into the touch with half-closed eyes. "Sounds ... interesting." The Comte shifted some more, until he lay across Victor's lap. He'd never been able to get so close to anyone before. It was a wondrous thing. A sensation he could get used to. "On the very edge of what I could endure, across the lake. I've simply been, existing." His voice was a little muffled as he shifted a bit to settle in. Victor tensed a little, raising his hand away from the creature that wasn't necessarily human. Perhaps he had no sense of space, and it was normal to him, and despite himself, Victor didn't really mind it. He had existed alone for so long that the sense of closeness was rather nice, and different. "That's not too far away." He said, folding his hands. "You can't get very far away from your home tree at all...?" That seemed like a bit of a prison. Open and beautiful though the forest was, Victor wouldn't like to be tied to a specific area, no matter how reclusive he felt at the time. "You can't cross the lake...? But you can approach it, right?" There was little doubt about that, but Victor was suddenly curious about how far the limits were safely stretched. " I can cross, and have. And I can wander near the road, but those are my limits. That was how far I was, before being drawn here once more." He twisted about so he could look up at Victor. It was odd, speaking of such things with a human. A man who accepted such things with ease was rare indeed. Currant had only ever heard of a few. "Being so far is why my skin was bruised yesterday, but now look." What had once been full of mismatched mottled skin, was now near whole and healed? Simply being in the house, near his tree, was enough to make Currant's ills disappear. Victor nodded, feeling the disbelieving numbness fall away a little more. This man---Currant---was definitely real. There was no doubt about it. Nothing was happening in his head, otherwise he would have truly woken up by now. He nodded again, shifting a bit. "Well, I guess this is less crazy than it was last night..." He muttered. "I mean, it's still difficult to really... understand." He closed his eyes. "Because if a Comte exists, then other creatures of folklore do too. Ghosts, spirits... Maybe demonic and angelic beings too." It suddenly occurred to him---why couldn't vampires and were beings exist too? Why couldn't lore of China, Japan, Egypt, Greece and Rome exist too? Or that of Mexico, or the various countries of South America? A Comte's existence, to Victor, opened up thousands of doors for him to investigate. The Comte chuckled. "Whatever made you believe creatures, beings, of legend didn't exist? Humans are so silly, making themselves forget about the others that share the world with them. " They had been ignoring that for far too long. Currant had heard of how things had once been, when there was peace between the races. It had been an idyllic time... But now all that was long gone. It didn't truly bother Currant. He had never known that peace that others spoke of with fondness. Opening his mouth to reply, Victor paused and thought. "But... I mean, they're all stories. I mean, spirits are plausible, but magic or fantasy creatures just doesn't exist... Or I mean, it didn't before you came around. Not that I knew of. I mean it was all supposed to be storytelling, things to pass the time. Because I've lived here for a while, and I've never even seen anything that wasn't... human. Just campers passing by." He sighed, closing his eyes. "But you're real. I mean, I saw a flower open up purely at your will. I can't exactly explain that away. Not a trick, of course, but... I mean, I just never... believed those silly stories. And we're nowhere near where those stories originated." He put a hand to his head, blocking out the morning sun. It was crazy. Or at least, somewhere in that general vicinity. Victor certainly didn't feel crazy. "And what does that matter?" Currant tilted his head, and shifted so that he sat before the other man. Leaning against his palms, the Comte smiled. "We have spread through the world secretly, unbeknownst to humans. We are everywhere, and completely unseen save for a very select few. " Even so, their numbers had fallen as nature dwindled. It was the way of the world, and only certain types of beings could thrive in the new world. Curran wasn't one of them. He had tried so hard to change his fate, and failed. It would be difficult to resign himself to it, after trying so desperately to escape.

Storm Caught|rating:4.0

The Lady Liberty

It was another silent, boring day, or night aboard the spaceship Lady Liberty. The statue had long ago died off, but her name lived on, though perhaps not in honor. Lady Liberty was little more that a Pirates ship, containing only women, they scavenged the wastes of space for ships that where deserted, or, not so deserted. They had no problems killing any survivors, or selling them off as slaves to reap even more money to buy beer, drugs, and carnal pleasures before heading out, broke and penniless to steal, kill, and scavenge more loot to sell. Lady Liberty was often bad news, and the big ships had long ago learned to avoid her presence. The Leader was the most famous for being unnecessarily ruthless, Charisma her name was, no more than twenty-five she was the captain of her four woman crew, all of whom where sexy, hot, and totally bisexual. Hey, a lady had to do something when you were trapped in space upwards of five years on a run. Charisma had long red hair, deep blue eyes and skin the color of fresh made butter. Her second in command and most loyal servant was Chandra, she had been a slave bound for a cruel fate until she had been saved by Charisma. Chandra was short, soft, and blond and looked innocent and adorable, but would gut you quick as a flash from only the subtlest of hints from Charisma. Then there were the twins, Jessica and Melissa, pretty names for pretty women. They were thin, brunette, and had a nasty taste for raping their captives. They were the cruelest aboard the ship, preferring to torture their victims rather than allow them to die. When they needed information from someone, or needed to break someone, it was to the twins they went. And then there was Annie, she was by far the most normal woman on the ship, a little chubbier, with bright pink hair and green eyes she cooked for everyone, including the slaves they scrounged up, she was their computer and ship expert, when something broke it was Annie who fixed it, and that included people. They were flying low over an uncharted planet when they came across it, a strange looking thing, a spaceship of some kind that looked as if it had tried to fly through a meteor shower, the thing was large, but not too large that they wouldn't be able to tow it to the nearest port and have it scrapped out. Charisma quickly called for her crew to suit up, all of them pulling on their gorgeous space suits, each designed to match their unique personalities before leaving the ship, using their in suit rockets to send them to their target, landing on the hull and connecting the ships using strong, very strong cables before Charisma made her new order. “Search the ship, any dying should be made dead, anyone worth salvaging is to be made into a slave.” four 'yes captains' rang the air as they each found a different way inside, taking care of anything dying, human or animal, looking for pay loads like jewelry, or people. The ship, with a strange configuration, was identified as the Xenophobe. It meant "one who fears the strange" the computer informed them. It was crashed on the strange and barren planet, and it had suffered extensive external damage, but the interior of it appeared to be intact for the most part. The engines and flight control were damaged, but the life support and various other systems appeared to be fine. The SOS signal from the ship was working and after a cursory examination, it appeared to be a research ship. When they found the lab, some of the lab supplies were salvageable, and there was research data in the computer, but the actual physical research results, vials and test tubes of strange fluids, were damaged and spread all over. The data was encrypted and that would take time to crack, if they were able to do it at all, but if they were, there could be a lot of money in it if it was of value to someone. All in all, this was a good haul. But the ship was abandoned it seemed. No signs of any life and no trails leading away from the ship, save for a single soul. A young man dressed in a lab coat and a form-fitting blue bodysuit was laying unconscious, bleeding from a small cut on his forehead. He hands short silvery blond hair and pale skin, but he seemed to be unharmed aside from being unconscious. Perhaps he could point to them what happened here. The ladies ran around the ship, finding everything of use that they could, Annie downloading all the information off the electronic computers and black box, humming at the strange encryption as the Twins located the strange man. They carried him onto their own ship, leaving him in the sick bay and handcuffing his wrist to the bed, they didn't know who he was after all, and they certainly didn't want such a cute man to get away. They returned to the ship, looking for anything of use before leaving most of it intact, Annie heading into the sick bay to gently dab at his wounds, wanting to help him before she started on that strange encryption. She gently stitched the wound closed and ran the Scanner over his body, looking for broken bones or internal bleeding, humming gently as she worked as Chandra walked in, looking at the man.“Charisma wants you to work on the Encryption.” she stated simply. “I'll watch the man.” she stated looking over the creature with a small grin, Annie rolling her eyes. “Don't manhandle him Chandra he's hurt and if you hurt him more than he won't fetch a good price on the market later.” Chandra pouted but agreed as Annie started hacking into the Xenophobes computer systems to try and work out the encryption annoyed as all of her hacking programs, and her decoding programs failed time and time again. “Fuck, I'm going to have to do this shit manually.” she growled glancing at Chandra who was stroking the man's hair, looking very pleased. The man was certainly pretty enough to fetch a great price, men and women alike would be fighting over his exotic looks. They both called it quits when their stomachs started to rumble, Annie looking troubled about what she had found on the computers so far. She was only about 2% done, but it was interesting stuff, and it was certainly occupying her mind as they settled down for a simple meal of sliced meat and bread, not exactly sandwiches but close. “How far away is the nearest port?” “Two weeks and five days at our current speed.” “Shit, we have to feed this guy for two and a half weeks?” Charisma complained, grumbling a little. “We better get use out of the little bastard then.” “You want to start training him for sex right away?” Chandra asked looking eager Charisma smirking a little. “Yes, as soon as he is physically fit enough.” What Annie had uncovered so far said that the Xenophobe was a government research ship, but that it was supposed to be in port, not all the way out here. Certainly. Something unusual and off the books was going on here. This young man might help them to know what was going on. Rafe slowly opened his eyes a few hours after the Xenophobe was in tow behind the Lady Liberty. He slowly came to his senses, looking around. A sick bay, but not one he was familiar with. He shifted in his bed and tugged at his arm, only to find it was restrained. "What the hell?" He stared at the restraint as if it could not be real with those bright emerald eyes, and he slowly looked around. "Let me go!" He demanded. Annie looked over at Race and slowly stood up, fingers on her gun. “I'm terribly sorry, but you are restrained, for your safety and ours. We don't know who you are after all.” she pointed out. “Don't move around so much, you'll break your stitches open, and then you'll have to be sedated.” she warned calmly, gently setting her hand on his shoulder. “you're aboard The Lady Liberty, a scavenging ship for m New Romper. We are currently headed for port, two weeks and five days away.” she explained calmly, studying him. “You should rest until then to gather your strength.” for now, there was no need to tell him he was bound for slavery, though he might already suspect it. She touched a hand to the cuffs and the chain attaching him to the bed grew so he could move comfortably on the bed. “I have been looking into the Xenophobes computers, and it's clearly not supposed to be out this far into uncharted territories.” she stated, setting a tray of warm soup on his lap. “I'm afraid you might be queasy so for now this is all you're going to eat, just to make sure you don't hurl all over the sick bay floor.” she teased him, wariness in her eyes, clearly wondering if he was another pirate.”so, what's your name?” she asked her head tilted. “I'm Annie, the computer and biology expert here on the Lady Liberty.” she admitted, watching him for any signs of hostility. “Care to explain why we found your ship crashed on an unknown planet with no other signs of life on it but you, with its records stating that it should be in port while conducting an experimental research of classified nature?” she asked lifting an eyebrow at him. “Wouldn't happen to be a thief would you?” she asked, glancing as Chandra walked in, grinning brightly when she saw Race awake, licking her lips at him before bending down to whisper in her ear, Annie sighing but nodding. “Tell her she has to come here, he's inured, and no doubt has a concussion, If he walks up all those stairs he's going to do himself more damage.” she stated Chandra nodding and whisking off, Annie looking over at the man. “The Captain is going to come and talk with you, I suggest you be polite, she's got a temper, and it's even more violent when it's a man.” she admitted. “Charisma don't much like men at all so keep your tongue or loose it.” Race looked at Annie oddly, not expecting this kind of compassion when he was chained to the bed he was laying in. He remained quiet for a moment, looking Annie over, taking the sight of her in. Doubtless, she felt his eyes upon her, looking her over, from head to beautiful tail. Staring at her curves, the swell of her breasts, those hips...he was getting an eyeful, but he wasn't saying anything." She a lesbian?" Race gave a smart-ass reply. But he figured in his position, that might be all he'll have before something terrible was going to happen. "Look, I don't think I'm going to be much help to her, or to any of you..." Race quietly looked at Chandra before she went away. He gave a soft sigh. He had a feeling this was going to be unpleasant. Annie smirked as she felt his eyes on her, and even stood up and removed her shirt, leaving her in only a tank top, without a bra, her nipples poking out through the slim material with a small sigh. “Mmm it's hot in here.” she groaned, cracking her neck. It had been two years since she had been fucked by a man, and she desperately craved it, and so did all the other women on the ship. “Look, I'm going to be honest with you.” Annie stated turning around. “We're all ladies on this ship, and we're all Bi Sexual.” she explained, pinching her own nipples. “Having a man on board is bad luck, but so irresistible.” she explained her eyes burning with lust for him.”you might not be any help on the ship, but I think I can find out what happened on my own anyway, so there's something else that's going to be expected of you.' she explained, smirking at him. “Staying aboard the Lady Liberty, and eating our food isn't FREE you know, there will be things, very special things expected of you.” she admitted, licking her lips as she ran her eyes over his body, licking her lips eagerly. “But you don't have to think of it as rape, after all, don't all men love having their dicks buried in hot, tight cunts?” she grinned. “This could be mutually beneficial to all of us.” she purred, grinning slyly at him before turning and returning to the computer as Charisma walked in, all 5'8, 150 pounds of her, her body almost perfect, large breasts, narrow waist and curvy hips she was definitely the hottest woman on the ship.”so you are awake.” Charisma purred, smiling at him as she sat down next to his bed. “Your one lucky son of a bitch, I hope you realize that. You'd be dead if we hadn't heard your S.O.S.” she stated simply, looking amused as she leaned towards him. “Your research looks very promising, what were you're studying? Oh, I'm terribly sorry my name is Charisma, I'm the captain of this ship.” she looked nice and pleasant enough, but there was a look in her eyes that informed him that she was just itching to start smacking him around. Clearly an Alpha female used to getting her way, even over Alpha men. If Race wasn't careful, he was not going to be enjoying his stay aboard the Lady Liberty. Race felt vaguely threatened, even by Annie, and she seemed to be the most benign and friendly one amongst them. "Well...what if I'm gay?" He started, but then Charisma came in. What a fitting name for a woman that appeared to use blunt force to get her way. Race watched her, just as he had watched Annie. It seems like this ship was just crewed by a harem of hot women. He shook his head a bit and looked at the woman in charge." Well... I do thank you for telling me, captain...but I'm a little concerned about my fate now. You see... I don't remember what happened on the Xenophobe. I don't know what it was doing, I don't even remember being on the ship. Perhaps it was the blow to the head I took, I assume when we crashed. I am Race...and... I'm just a little concerned about being on a pirate ship and being a slave. That is what this is, isn't it? A pirate ship..." Charisma smirked at him. “A pretty thing like you Gay? Well I guess you'll just fetch a better price for the men then.” she taunted, smirking a little as she looked him over, “but I bet we could still get you hard enough to satisfy ourselves once at least.” she teased before looking ponderously, glancing at Annie who nodded. “It is a very good possibility captain, strong blows to the head have been known to cause amnesia, even select amnesia.” she admitted, Charisma nodding. “Well that's alright then, we don't need you to tell us what happened, we have this.” she admitted pulling a memory chip out of her pocket. “It's the Xenophobes Black Box.” she admitted examining it with her head tilted scowling when Annie snatched it out of her fingers and resumed working, Charisma smirking at Race again.”shall we test how 'Gay' you are?” she asked smirking, Annie pausing in her work to watch, licking her lips as Charisma pulled off her shirt, revealing large, ready breasts, the kind you just want to squeeze hard and bury your face in. she pulled the blankets away from Race, moving the soup to the side as she gently tugged Race's pants down, running firm, pleasant fingers along his cock. “we’re going to have fun with you, our dear little slave.” she purred. “All of us, as often as we want, and if you fight that fate, well, us Pirates will just have to teach you a lesson.” Race was screwed, literally. Race groaned out as he watched her. He was hard already from just looking at the women and imagining them. When Charisma exposed him, he was hard...and huge. His horse cock was visibly pulsing with need. "NNN...yea, ok...you caught me in that lie..." He muttered out as his hips pushed up towards her stroking hand. "Don't..." He whispered a bit. "I'll get you for this..." He whispered to her. "I promise I'll get you for this..." Charisma smirked as she exposed his huge dick, whistling in amazement, Annie looking shocked. “My GOD! I've never seen a dick that huge before!.... I call seconds.” she stated quickly, charisma smirking a little as she ran her hand along the pulsing shaft, licking her lips as she did away with her pants, showing her to have not been wearing any underwear, and already dripping with excitement. “Oh yes, you're going to be getting us.” she purred smirking happily. “you're going to fill us when we're with cum, and then you're going to get us rich with your horse dick. We might even keep you and charge people to come fuck you, like a whore. You'd like that I bet.” she growled eagerly, straddling him with a happy moan as she stared to sink him deep, deep into her tight, hot cunt. Annie moaned as she watched, running her fingers deep into herself as she watched, moaning eagerly before she stood up and handcuffed his other wrist to the edge f the bed, shortening the other one so that he couldn't try to strike out at charisma as she sank lower and lower onto his massive shaft with a loud, eager groan as he struck the back of her pretty cunt making her shudder eagerly. “Ooh fuck yeses he's so DEEP inside of me!” Charisma groaned, Annie whining eagerly as she watched, fingering herself, practically drooling with excitement. “Oooh I bet he could even force his way past my Cervix if he felt like it.” Charisma groaned eagerly. Race gasped out as Charisma rode him. His hips bucked upward when she sank down on him. His body was saying that he was eager for this that he wanted it. Even his moaning said that he wanted to fuck Charisma's brains out. That he wanted to hump her until he filled her whole body with his cum. But his words were something else. "I'm going to get you for this Charisma...you're going to regret doing this..." He chuckled softly. "Just hope you have some sweet dreams tonight..." He gasped out and bucked against her harder. "NNN...fuck...this is...so tight..." Sweat started to run down his slender, athletic form, his light muscles tensing with each thrust up into her. "I'm going to fuck you later..." Charisma just moaned eagerly as she felt his hips jerk upwards, she knew they would, no man could resist being buried in hot, tight cunt as she moaned eagerly, laughing at his threats. “You can't do shit.” she hissed happily at him. “you're OUR slave.” she hissed, riding him until she came, before sliding off, offering him no orgasm of his own, she was cruel that way as she purred happily as she left, pulling her clothes on, Annie smirking as she moved forward, stroking his cock. “Allow me to offer you release.” she murmured. “If I may?” she was the most submissive of the group, and so asking for permission was second nature to her, settling above him, lengthening his bonds again so he could move freely on the bed, so he could fuck her however he wanted, if that was what he wanted, her cunt hovering over his cock, almost impossible to resist. “Please fuck me.” Annie whimpered. “It's been too long, so long... please.” He looked at her and Annie thought she might have saw something like compassion. Compassion for her horny, nympho state. "Give it to me, bitch. I want to feel your womb...c'mon, let me have that cunt." He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down onto him, slamming his hips up against her. He was intent on fucking her hard, fucking her senseless. "I'm going to cum in your pussy you tight little pirate whore!" He enjoyed it. He loved the feeling of berating and insulting a girl like her. But he wondered if she loved it as much as he did. She moaned as she pressed down into his cock, shuddering eagerly as she felt him slamming up into her, crying out in delight as he gripped her hips and slammed up into her, moaning and crying out eagerly as she arched into him. “Yes! Please! Cum deep inside of me! Fill my nasty little cunt with your seed!” she moaned, shuddering eagerly against him as she came, but did not pull away like Charisma did, instead kept riding him like a good little slut, her head tossed back. “More, please, I want it, I want your hot seed inside, filling my womb.” she pleaded, panting hard. “Please, oh please fuck me hard, make me your slutty little bitch!” it was pretty clear that she loved it just as much as he did, when it came down to revenge, maybe she would be all too willing to become his pretty little slave. Race slammed up into her again and again, her words only provoking him to go harder and deeper. "Yeses...fuck, fuck it's been so long...NNN..." He rammed into her again and again, pounding her tight pussy, intent on giving her a second orgasm. He kept going, sweat soaking his body until he roared out and exploded inside of her, filling her with his hot, thick, virile seed. His potent spunk filled inside her and started to overflow from her and ran down her legs. "Yes...NNN, fuck that...that felt good..." she moaned as he fucked her, shuddering eagerly around his thick length cumming again for the second time as she cried out in bliss arching against him as he flooded her pussy, her womb with hot, wet seed, moaning eagerly as she closed her eyes, simply sitting there for a moment before smiling at him, giving him a gentle kiss. “Thank you.” she chirped happily, sliding off of him and licking him clean. “As soon as your head heals a little more, I'll let you take a shower.” she promised. “But for now it has to be sponge baths because we can't get your stitches wet.” she explained, moving into the nearby bathroom to get a wet cloth to gently clean him of sweat and bodily fluids. She was clearly the most kind person aboard the ship, and was used to taking care of people. “You rest now.” she ordered once she was done, setting his still hot soup on his lap. “Eat if your hungry, call me if you need anything, I'll be working.” she promised him, smiling at him. She worked until one in the morning, earth time, but fell asleep at the computer, breathing softly, offering Race the chance he needed to slip his shackles and get his revenge on the people of the ship, many of whom had come to fuck him during the day, Annie diligently cleaning him up afterwords and relieving his hardness when they left before he was finished. Race knew how to start. He slowly tugged his arms, the flesh becoming like an ooze as he slid free easily from the restraints. He smirked a bit, slowly setting the bowl aside as he had eaten all the soup. Furthermore, he flexed his joints, spinning his limbs around unnaturally before he licked his lips and set about his initial task. Furthermore, he walked to Annie and grinned at her. "Such a beautiful slut you are...so in touch with your nature..." He blew warm air into her face so that the spores that would affect her dreams would travel into her. He walked out of the sick bay without a sound, his feet not making any noise as he repeated that with each of the crew members before he went back to his shackles. Annie had a vivid and powerful dream of being captured by a band of male and female pirates. The men and women all used her body thoroughly, passing her around like the sperm dumpster she was, the women raping her with their fingers and stations, the men fucking her until she lost her mind, stuffing things into her ass and abusing her breasts mercilessly. Charisma had a worse one. She was alone on the Lady Liberty when it crashed onto a primitive world. Tribal men caught her as her weapons failed to work and forcefully bound her. Then they all gang raped her with giant cocks, stuffing her again and again like a sex object, speaking in language that she could not understand, but she knew they were calling her a thing, not a person. A tool to be used. All of her holes burst with their spunk, and she was covered in it. Finally, she was sold to another tribe to be used like that and bartered as a good, a service, not a person, until she had serviced all the men on that entire world. Chandra's dream was of a mutiny. Race was nowhere on the ship, but the other girls, with glowing red eyes...and huge cocks. Each girl had twin cocks and giant balls over their glistening wet slits, the giant dicks oozing out precut. They descended upon her and raped her endlessly for hours, stuffing cocks into her ass and pussy at the same time, forcing her to service two cocks at a time with her mouth, and totally filling her body with gallons of Jim. The gang rape continued again and again until her mind was totally gone, and she was nothing more than an empty-headed bimbo nympho, willing to do anything for more cock and more sperm. The twins had a dream of exploring a wreckage, again with all the other crew strangely absent. Too late they realize the wreckage is inhabited by a strange mass of ooze that clung to the top of the ship, binding them with solidified tentacles and raping them mercilessly, forcefully impregnating Jessica. Once Jessica was pregnant with the ooze-thing's spores, she became quiet and docile, telling her sister not to resist it, that it was wonderful. Melissa was raped into submission like her sister and both molested each other and took more ratings until they gave birth to strange eggs, only to have the ooze-thing rape them again...forever... In Earth's morning time, Race was merely laying back on the bed, awake, and waiting for the results of his little dream venture. The girls would awaken to find themselves covered in sweat and their own orgasmic fluids, and incredibly horny, needing to cum hard. He was able to watch Annie having the dream, soft moans falling from her lips as she dreamed, sweating and orgasming as she jerked and twitched, groaning as she woke in the morning, her hand immediately sliding down her pants, stroking herself, slipping fingers deep into herself, moaning loudly before she looked over at Race, panting hard. “Race.” she moaned, staggering to her feet, Race... please... I need...” she was silenced when the twins rushed in, sputtering at each other in their guttural native language as they fought over who was going to get the cock first, Annie whimpering as she backed off, not willing to suffer a black eye. She loved her job on the ship, and loved all the ladies on it, but she was submissive, and was going to have to wait her turn. Charisma was the second one in just as the twins came to a decision, shoving them both out of the way she ripped the blanket's off of Race without a word, stroked him into hardness and then rode him, and rode him hard, cumming all over his cock with cries of delight, Chandra making it in second, forcing the twins to wait their turn as well, Annie arching off the floor as she fingered herself. Chandra was nice enough to let Race cum while buried deep inside of her, but neither twin, when they had their turn, would let him cum, going so far as to restrain his cock with a string like a cock ring to keep him from cumming. They finished off quickly and abandoned him there, Annie shuddering as she moved over to him and undoing the string which was holding in his seed, the women on the Lady Liberty where cruel, and unnecessary so sometimes, but Annie loved them anyway, but for some reason she found herself loving him more. “Race...please.” she whimpered. “Please, I need, I need so bad, my body is on fire please, please fuck me.” she moaned, stripping naked and lengthening his wrist restraints again, since charisma had shortened them, settling onto all fours at the end of the bed, panting hard. “Please... fuck me hard, take my cunt, rape me, I don't care just PLEASE...” Race just held a grin as the girls used him. They were giving him sex, and he was supposed to be the prisoner. They were begging with need, and he was supposed to be the prisoner. As they rode him, he laughed and grinned, letting them get their need out on him. And when Annie was begging to him, he smirked at her. "So...you're begging the prisoner for sex? He-he, this is too much...well Annie, I'll tell you what..." He rolled his hips over so that his cock was hidden from her use. "Undo my restraints...and I'll fuck you like the cheap slut you are. Well...you're not cheap really, you're giving it up for free. So that really just makes you a cum bank, a sperm dumpster, something for guys to just use and drop their Jim into. A public service cow...but...if you can't help me, I'm afraid I can't help you..." she whimpered a little as he rolled over, denying her, her eyes filling with tears. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she was so rarely this submissive, she supposed it was the way he smelled, it just forced back any dominant urges she had, being only half human meant she reacted to things differently, and she needed this strange male, she was certain he wasn't human, not completely, but she didn't care, she just needed to feel him inside of her, owning her, claiming her. She didn't even think about it, she just reached over and grabbed the key from her pocket, and unlocked the cuffs, panting as she sucked and kissed at his neck. “Please, Fare please... please, I need, I need so badly... please I need your dick so badly.” she could only hope he'd keep his promise. She'd let him free, now it was his turn, and she needed it so desperately, her cunt aching with need and want, panting hard. “Ple...geese...” Race rubbed his wrist and slowly steps up out of the bed, smiling at her. He was nude and his giant dick was hard and huge. Licking his lips he smirked at her. "First, slut, you're going to suck me off. You're going to suck my dick like the whore you are. Now, if you don't suck me off sweetie, I'm not going to pound that cunt into next week...so get down here and blow me, bitch." It was all said with a smile on his face. She moaned as she saw his massive dick, panting eagerly as she settled into place like the obedient slut she was, running her tongue all over him, sucking and stroking with her tongue and lips and hands, stroking dick and balls before finally taking the head into her mouth and moving lower and lower on him, using her tongue, her teeth, the wet suction of her mouth to give him the best blow job she possibly could, though she shied away from fitting him down her throat, only because she wasn't sure he would fit, he was either going to have to force his way down there, or threatening her to make her attempt it on her own, drooling eagerly around his cock, the taste of his flesh only driving her need even higher, panting hard as she inhaled his musk, feeling her mind falling to need, the need to do anything and everything he asked to get more of that hot, wonderful cock. He groaned out and then growled at her. "You dumb bitch, I said suck, not tickle!" He grabbed the back of his head, shoving his cock all the way down her throat. He started to buck his hips, slamming his dick into her mouth and throat, fucking her face hard. His cock was huge enough to cut off her air, and it was so big, when it slid down her throat, it caused a visible bulge in the flesh of her neck. He rammed her again and again, fucking her like he owned her. "That's it, baby girl, suck daddy's big cock...be a good girl now..." she gasped as she was grabbed and choked on his cock, gagging and swallowing thickly around the flesh in an attempt to clear her air ways, struggling against him as her mind screamed at her to try and get air, though she was still sucking, still stroking his thick, hot length with her tongue, eagerly taking the abuse, getting hotter and hornier with every passing moment as she sucked and stroked, gripping his hips hard, struggling still, the need for air clawing at her mind as tears sprang to her eyes, her hips bucking at the thought of him being her daddy, trying to whimper around his dick as she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, simply letting him fuck her throat bow and trying to keep up, giving in to what he wanted, struggling to breath as he fucked her, her vision starting to go black as she continued to suck as best she could. Race roared out as he unloaded the contents of his giant balls right down her throat, making sure he had to swallow all of his epic load. He pumped her until his cock ceased its spasms, the torrent of his hot, thick, super potent load pouring down her throat, running warm all the way into her belly. Only when he was finished did he pull out of her and spray the last of his spunk over her face. "There. Now you look like a proper whore. Now...if you still want all of my giant cock, present yourself in a manner fitting for a bitch in heat... I'm going to rape you like the dog you are..." she moaned, or tried to as she felt the hot seed spilling down her throat, coughing and sucking in great lung fulls of air as he pulled free, her face quickly painted with his spunk, only making her moan again as she followed his orders and settled on to all fours, her ass in the air, legs spread wide and settled on her feet, not her knee's, but her front was supported by her elbows, opening ass and cunt for his perusal and pleasure, whimpering with need as her cunt and clit twitched with need, her ass clenching and unclenching, as if begging to be fucked as much as her cunt was. “Please... master.” she moaned, the word slipping out of her mouth before she even realized it. “Please... fuck me.” she pleaded, panting eagerly. “Please fuck your bitch master, please fuck your whore.” Race smirked at her, grabbing hold of her tight ass that was raised so appealingly up into the air like she was just begging for a good, hard raping. "Bitch in heat, that's what you are. You just need a good raping to set you right. Now shut up, sluts don't talk, they bark." He slammed forward into her, ramming his giant cock deep into her ass. "Bark, whore! Bark like the bitch you are!" With each demand, he rammed his huge cock hard into her, slamming it in until she could see it moving up against the flesh of her belly. He had rammed it so hard, he was fucking her guts, his cock having invaded her intestines. "Bark, you dumb bitch, BARK!" she moaned s he degraded her, normally things like that would have sent her on a murderous rage, but his scent, and the spores he ha planted deep inside of her made her just his pretty little slutty slave. She wailed as he slammed it deep into her, clenching tightly around him as he took her ass without mercy, setting a hand to her belly, feeling it shifting and sliding around inside her, gasping hard. “a.aah it...f.feels...g.good!” she moaned. Human women would have been screaming in pain, she loved it more than anything, her organs even shifting around to accommodate the massive length buried in her ass. She whimpered as he ordered her to bark, panting hard as she obeyed, barking like a dog, or trying to. Her vocal cords where severely lacking in those regards. “Ma... star...a.ayah!” she moaned as she came, hard around him, clenching his cock hard, trying to milk his cock so he would flood her innards, soak her intestines in his hot, hot seed. Race grunted and roared out, slamming hard and deep into her body and her flooded her body with his hot, think, virile seed. His spunk came out as he emptied his balls into her, totally rushing into her belly and causing to swell as he poured his Jim into her. He pounded her ass hard a few more times until he finally pulled out and sprayed to last of it over her ass and back, marking her with his sperm. She moaned loudly, eagerly as he began to flood his insides with more seed than seamed possible, groaning loudly as she felt her belly expanding, panting hard as she collapsed with his seed on her ass and back, panting hard. “Oh.oh god.” she moaned a hand to her round belly, shuddering violently. “Full, so full... smells, so goo.” she groaned, feeling, smelling his seed on her only made her more his, him marking her making her his. She panted at him hard, her vision swimming. “...w.what...are you?” she finally managed to ask before closing her eyes and simply taking the moment to rest, quite aware that she may have doomed the entire ship by releasing him, but strangely, she couldn't bring herself to care... “Master... mmm.” she moaned, slipping towards sleep, she hadn't gotten much rest during the night thanks to the dream, and then the hard fucking had left her too tired to stay awake, his seed leaking out of her ass, her belly large, marked with his seed... his bitch, his slut... his pretty little slave. Race grinned at her, seeing her fall unconscious from the sheer raw force of his fucking her. He cracked his knuckles and slowly stalked off into the darkness of the ships corridors until he found a duct. Slowly, twisting his form impossibly like a living gel, he crawled into the duct and began to spy on the occurrences of the ship. He was looking for that proud captain that rode him so hard. Charisma was sitting in the bath, soaking in the large tub with a beauty mask over her face, bubbles all around her and cucumbers over her eyes, she was in a shockingly vulnerable position with her head tipped back, breathing softly, clearly taking a nap while she waited for the fresh fingernail polish on her nails to dry. There was never going to be a more perfect opportunity for Race to have his revenge on her, her cruel sadistic Nature all for him to exploit and break down as she sighed, her large breasts peaking out of the bubbles as she shifted. Race took an ooze-like form and slowly dripped from the duct into the bath. She failed to notice because of her relaxed state and the cucumbers over her eyes. Once he was totally in the water, he began to solidify, and he slowly rose up out of the water, standing over her. Grinning wickedly, he decided to awaken her from her state with an almighty dick slap to her face. Charisma sighed softly as he dripped into the pool, turning her head, revealing earplugs that where lightly playing music, offering him even more stealth. She jerked awake at the dick slap and snarled darkly. "I swear to god whoever dares to interrupt..." she paused, blinking at him, looking confused for a moment then. "What the FUCK are you doing out of your bed!?" she demanded, surging to her feet and slapping him hard across the face. For as big and voluptuous as she was she could move pretty damn fast, and her hit was hard enough to send a full-grown human male to the floor, so it was no wonder that she looked stunned when he didn't. "What the hell!? I really gotta lay a beating on your ass don't I!?" she demanded, pulling her hand into a fist, rearing back to really lay his light out before she paused, seaming to sense something in his eyes that made her pause, something inside of her realizing that hitting him again was not going to be the best idea. Hell hitting him the first time hadn't been a good idea. Race laughed at her. "You could try to hit me, but it won't do you any good." He grinned and stared deeply into her eyes and she felt something changing in her. Something twisting inside. And when she tensed, it didn't feel hard at all. Her skin was blue and translucent. It warped the light that shone through it. She was completely see-through now. He smirked and touched her and her whole body wriggled. "Yes, it worked! Now you're a gel-girl...and your whole body is an orifice..." He stuck his huge cock out forward into her mouth. She couldn't fight it, if she tried, her flesh would just part like gel and let him inside. He started to fuck her warm, soft throat, her whole body warm now and smooth, inside and out. And what's more, it felt like he was rubbing her clit. "Did I fail to mention? Your whole body is also an erogenous zone now..." she flushed hard as she felt herself changing, swallowing hard as she looked down at herself, her eyes widening in terror as she touched herself, wailing in terror as her hand sank into her belly, jerking it back out she shuddered violently as he poked her, feeling as if he had just stroked her clit. She tried to back away from him, tried to clench her teeth, but he just pushed past them as if they weren't there, and filled her face and throat, making her moan loudly as it shifted and wriggled around his cock. She tied to scream, tried to swallow, tried to bite, but all she did was stimulate herself further, and she closed her eyes, terrified blue tears leaking out of her blue eyes as she tried to push at his hips, her hands just spreading apart, dripping back into itself, offering him no resistance at all. It didn't take long for her to give in and moan, there wasn't anything she could do anyway but lay there and take it, she couldn't even tun, she couldn't move her body properly anymore. She moaned again, letting herself enjoy it, she could freak out later, for now, there was only pleasure. "That's it, Captain Whore. Just relax and accept it. There's nothing you can do about it, just take my big cock and love it. That's it you DOM bitch, take my dick like a woman should, you cock hungry slut!" He slammed into her again and again, fucking her face like it were a pussy instead of being gentle on her throat. Hey body contorted to accommodate him as he rammed into her again and again, her new gel form making her throat just as pleasurable as her pussy for both of them. "Fuck yea, you turned out real nice! Long...you dumb fucking slut, take it!" she whimpered as he fucked her faster and harder, there was nothing she could do about it, as he had said. No doubt if she had turned over and tried to run he would have just fucked her somewhere else. She moaned as he fucked her, closing her eyes and wishing she could figure out how to suck, figure out how to move so she could take control, but all she could do was lay there and moan as an orgasm suddenly rippled through her, her body quivering and bubbling around his cock as she came hard, loud moans falling from her lips as she let him take her as hard as he pleased... again though, even if she hadn't, he could have done it no matter what she did. She was starting to figure out how to move though, wasn't that lucky? No, not really, she was lost to him, and she would be stuck like that forever no doubt, as far as she knew, she was going to be his slimy slave forever. Race smirked at her. "That's it, you love sex, don't you? Well, you're going to learn to love submitting to me. I'm going to see to that..." He moaned out loudly as he slammed hard into her, grabbing her head, his hands apparently able to grip her as though she were a solid, and he came into her, blasting a huge load into her body. His hot, thick sperm flooded into her, and she could see the fluid spreading out through her form. She could see his spunk in her body. Rafe chuckled and grabbed her, pulling her out of the water. "Go ahead...look of yourself, Gel Girl." There was a mirror that showed her new form with Race's sperm moving about through her in thick white globs. She whimpered again, closing her eyes, more thick blue tears leaking out of her eyes as she realized she was right, he was going to make her a slave, and even more he could grip her and hold her as he pleased. She wondered how she was going to eat, drink? Could she even anymore? Did she need to? Or would she live the rest of her life on his sperm? She just didn't know. She felt his seed sliding around inside of her, making her whimper as she panted, wondering if she even needed to breathe anymore, carefully sliding out of the water, examining herself. She was hideous! She let out a wail of despair and hid her face in her hands as she sobbed, she had only ever had her beauty, nothing else, and now she didn't even have that, she was his ugly dick slave, and that was the way she was going to be forever, she just knew it. "I'll g.get you f.for this!" she sobbed, hoping to god she could carry out that threat. "What d.did you do to A. Annie!?" she was still sleeping, on the floor, Chandra having found her she was carefully moving her to the bed, hitting the Alarm on the wall, alerting the twins to the prisoners escape as the lights started flashing, and the alarm sounded. He laughed at her, even as the alarm sounded. "I did to her what I'm going to do to her. I fucked her brains out. I fucked her until she became a mindless cock-loving whore. She is now an empty-headed sex slave, and she'll do what I ask. If I were you, I'd get rid of her..." He grinned at her and chuckled. "Doubtless, the girls are coming for me...but they'll never find me. And you...well...you are just going to have to suffer being what you are now." He went to bathe and climbed up into the duct, his body contorting weirdly to make himself fit in there. Charisma started screaming for the twins, they rushed in as soon as they heard her and froze, gaping when they saw her, their eyes wide. "FIND HIM! FIND HIM AND KILL HIM!" she demanded. "Kill him DEAD! Bullets! Use the fucking BULLETS! And Tie Annie to one of the fucking beds! Don't let her escape!" she ordered the twins hesitating, wondering what in the hell happened to their leader. "GO!" they fled, racing down separate hallways, one to tell Chandra to tie up Annie, who was finally beginning to stir, the other, Jessica, to race into the empty armory with the electronic Lock to find some weapons for everyone. Loading a shotgun with bullets before setting it down and loading a hand gun, twelve bullets in and one in the chamber, she was aiming to shoot and kill that was for damn sure, but would she even get a chance?" There was a slithering sound from the grate beneath Jessica. Suddenly, with a hissing sound, a dozen lime green tentacles shot out, the first wrapping around her head to cover her mouth, as four seized her limbs, one each, lifting her up into the air. The tentacles were slimy, but strong and sinew. A large, central tentacle came up and from its tip emerged a large eye that stared right at her, examining her as the other tentacles snaked under her clothes and emerged from them, ripping them to shreds. Jessica froze at the slithering sound, her eyes narrowing as she turned to look at the door, gasping in horror as a tentacle wrapped around her mouth, a loud shriek falling from her lips, muffled by the tentacle as the rest of her was restrained and detained, terrified shrieks leaving her mouth as the Eye poked up, shaking her head wildly, struggling against the tentacles, her firm muscles flexing as she desperately tried to get away, shuddering violently as she felt the long slimy things running along her flesh, a shriek spilling from her mouth as she was rendered naked, tears springing to her eyes. She wasn't stupid, she knew what was going to happen. "Mummy! Mpphmmm!!!" she tried to scream, tried to beg, tried to get away, all of it failing, leaving her helpless at the hands of a slimy tentacle monster. Swiftly, a pair of tentacles slid into her cunt and began to pump hard into her, both thrusting at once in time with each other. They were able to slide deep into her, shoving straight into her womb and she could see their outline pressing up against the flesh of her belly. Then two more slithered along her thighs and slammed deep into her ass, so deep that it felt like all four were joining together at some point inside her body. She yelled, screamed, and finally shrieked as the tentacles slid deep inside of her, choking on her own breath as she arched, feeling the thick protrusions filling her fuller and deeper than anything had ever gone before, shuddering hard, too stunned to move now as she felt the tentacles thrusting deep into her womb, screaming as her ass was invaded, arching even harder as both cunt and ass squeezed tightly around the invaders, sobbing in horror as she was raped by a monster that shouldn't exist, grunting with every hard thrust, feeling the pleasure starting to overtake the pain as she closed her eyes and wept even as her hips moved with the harsh thrusts of the monster. She could only hope it would be done with her soon and that it wouldn't kill her after. The tentacles pounded hard into her body, plunging deeper and deeper. It felt like she was being raped by a horse. A pair of tentacles lashed forward and attached to her nipples, opening up at the tips like flowers. They sucked on and began to drain milk from her epic tits, milking her fat udders like a cow. The tentacle with the eye just stared at her in her helpless state as if trying to humiliate her further. Jessica cried out as the tentacles forced their way deeper, arching against her and crying out in pain and pleasure, squealing into the tentacles as they settled on her nipples and started to milk her, sobbing as she shuddered and Came, tightening around him as she jerked and writhed, shame and error on her face as tears leaked down the sides of her face as she stared back at the eye, trying to beg for mercy. The tentacle with the eye seemed to enjoy her cumming. A look of pleasure came over the eye. Another tentacle slipped between the ones holding her mouth shut and forced her to deep throat it, all the tentacles ramming her in concert. They thrust harder and harder, forcing her to cum again before spraying her all over with a thick, green fluid. It flooded down her throat, in her ass, and deep in her womb...and she felt something was wrong. The tentacles slowly let her go, but she was unable to scream for help. Something was happening to her body. She became hot and sweaty, something tingled between her legs, and it quickly grew into a firestorm of need. She needed to be fucked...she needed to have something inside her, to have her breasts touched and abused, to just be used. But something was inside her. And she felt it coming out. In a massive wave of pleasure, a huge, giant cock thrust out of the top of her pussy, along with a wave of cum. No, she didn't need to be fucked, she needed to fuck someone else. She squealed as she came again, shuddering and jerking violently as it thrust a tentacle down her throat, making her choke and gag and swallow around it, jerking and writhing and trying to scream again as it flooded her with seed, arching hard as she writhed on the floor, her hands grabbing her crotch, yelling in pleasure, in need as she drove her fingers into herself, panting hard as she saw her cock erupting, shuddering hard as she stroked herself, fingered herself. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, she needed more. She staggered to her feet, covered in green slimy cum, staggering away from the tentacles to find someone, anyone, spotting her sister who was running back to grab her own weapons, pouncing on her, shoving her fingers into the woman's mouth to shut her up, eyes wild with need as she ripped at her sisters clothes, Melissa squealing in horror as she found herself getting stripped by her own sister. She felt Race's voice in her mind. "Yes my pet...that's good. Rape her...she needs a good raping, she needs to be filled with your seed. She needs it...she wants it...deep down, she wants her sister's big dick..." The voice was alluring and seductive. It brought pleasure to her, somewhere dark and base in her mind. It spurred her on to continue her actions. Jessica moaned as she felt his smooth voice in her head, stripping her sister without mercy, Melisa trying to scream, trying to get away as she found her bottom half naked, her sister pressing her body down hard onto the floor, grabbing tape from the nearby electronic kit, normally used to make small fixes, it was now used to help her rape her sister. She taped her hands behind her back, panting hard as she grabbed her sisters hair and moaned as she grabbed her head, and forced her mouth around her cock. "Huh... huh... yeah... take it... so good." she moaned, throat fucking her sister without mercy, ignoring the choked, and pained noises from the woman underneath her as she spilled her seed deep into her throat so that she had no choice but to swallow, choking and coughing as Jessica moved behind her, slamming her massive cock deep into her sisters' cunt, Melissa squealing as her sister took her cunt as well. "Messes..." Race could feel the pleasure that Jessica was experiencing. "Fuck that bitch. Fuck her face hard...she's resisting you, defying you, challenging you...put that slut in her place! She thinks she can mouth off to you and get away with it! Show her what a woman's mouth is really for. Pump your cum into her, make her drink it down, and she'll be nothing but a horny slave girl." Jessica growled, gripping Melissa's hair even harder, the poor girl choking and swallowing thickly as she tried to take the massive length that was stuffing her throat full. As soon as she felt her sisters seed flowing into her throat she sobbed, and then, began to moan, shivering eagerly as Jessica pulled free, flipped her sister onto her belly, and started to pound into her cunt, both of them moaning and groaning loudly, happily, gripping, clutching clawing, both of them forever needing more, fucking hard and fast and furious, Jessica panting hard as she thrust deep, flooding her sisters womb with seed, Melissa crying out as she came as well. Fucking continuously until they either passed out, or Race made them stop. Race left the two to fuck until they passed out and lost their minds to sex. Race picked his next target, the one he wanted to pay back the next most, aside from the captain. He turned back into his humanoid form and smirked as he walked, approaching her in a very straightforward manner. He chuckled softly and licked his lips, looking at Chandra. "Hello there, lovely. I'm afraid you're the only one left I haven't fucked yet...all the rest of the ship will be in my thrall one way or another...now it's your turn, my lovely..." Chandra was looking over Annie, looking worried as the girl muttered and begged for more, please more sex, growling as she noticed Race, pulling out her gun and pointing it at him. "What did you do to her and the captain!?" she demanded, her hand shaking. Afraid of him and his capabilities as Annie's eyes fluttered open, whining as she tried to get to him, panting, needy, but strapped to the bed and helpless, completely helpless. "You stay where you are alien, or I'll fry you." Chandra snarled, fury in her voice, angry at him for harming her much loved captain. Race chuckled at her. "Silly little girl with your silly little toy... I did to them what I'm going to do to you... I still have the need for more experiments. Ah, you saw the captain, did you? Is she still upset?" He grinned and slowly started to step towards her, apparently unworried about her gun. "Don't worry Annie, I'll make a good, mindless little fuck slave out of you soon enough, you won't miss your brains at all..." Chandra snarled viciously and bared her teeth at him, honestly she was more an animal than she was a person. "Upset!?" she demanded. "That wasn't upset!!! She was trying to slit her goddamn wrists!" but you couldn't slit a wrist that was made of goo. She pulled the trigger, filling Race with bullets, and pausing after the ninth round as she realized it wasn't doing anything, causing her to go pale. "... what... are you!?" The bullets entered his flesh, but it healed up around the wounds almost instantly. He grinned at her, slowly approaching as he breathed deeply and shot the bullets back form his mouth, destroying her gun with them. "I am onto you as you are onto an ant. I am you superior, and I will do as I wish to you..." He laughed deeply as he stepped to her, prepared to take more of her resistance. He wanted to utterly break her, for her to see that her resistance to him was totally useless. She yelped as the bullets knocked the gun out of her hand, terror in her eyes as she backed away from him, wincing as her back struck the wall behind her. Swallowing thickly as she searched for a weapon, any weapon, grabbing a candlestick and hitting him hard across the head with it, diving away from him, trying to run for the door, only to yelp as she was tripped by Annie, how the woman got free Chandra didn't know, but now she was laying on her belly with a pissed off rapist thing behind her. "No! No let GO Annie!" "It's ok." Annie breathed. "He'll make you feel so good inside." she moaned softly. "He'll let you free, just give in, give yourself to him." "No! NO!!!" Race smirked deeply. "That's a very good girl, Annie, you are proving to be one of my better successes here..." He chuckled and leaned down, petting the girl as she struggled with Chandra. "You'll be greatly rewarded..." He turned to Chandra and smirked. "Now, what to do with you...well I haven't been able to test my...oh! Oh, what a delicious idea, yes, that's what I'll do with you!" Race grinned and cracked his knuckles before he started to stroke his giant cock in his hand, watching the two struggling girls. He gasped and groaned, seeing them writhe before him and shut his eyes, focusing. Before long he moaned out and shot out a huge, thick load, totally coating Chandra with it. His potent seed began to change Chandra. She felt odd. He muscles and bones stretched, her skin changed, her ears extended. Her legs gone shapely and long, and her hair grew out down her back. A spout of fur grew from her lower back. Before long, she had changed into a deep chestnut brown horse author, with giant, mammoth breasts, a total hard body, and a dark black mane and tail. Annie was struggling to pin the much stronger Chandra, but Annie was fueled by obsession and lust, and that was making it a little more equal, since Chandra was terrified and panicked. Chandra cried out in horror as she felt the cum splatter all over her, shaking her head. "No! No stop!" she pleaded as she cried out in a strange pained pleasure as she felt her body shifting and moving, letting out a little nicker when she finished, squirming in the floor as Annie smirked and wrapped a hand around one of the mammoth breasts, watching milk seep out of the nipple, Chandra crying out in pleasure as she struggled to get to her feet, wanting free, wanting away, her cunt burning with need, her breasts heavy and filled with milk... she had been turned into a horse, who was in heat. Even now, trying to escape her tail was lifted, inviting a cock, any cock into her tight, glistening cunt. Race laughed deeply and heartily. "Maybe I should have turned this whore into a cow instead! She is as willing to mate as one! Milk her Annie, drink it down. It's warm, sweet, and nutritious!" Race smirked and pulled the horse girl's legs open, slamming his giant cock hard and deep into her pussy, shoving it nice and deep into her cervix, making sure she felt thoroughly and deeply violated. Chandra shook her head. "No! No get off! Get off me!" she demanded, gasping as she felt Annie's lips on her nipple, sucking down her milk, making her groan and hunch, panting hard, unable to help but enjoy the pleasure, shuddering hard and shrieking loudly as the massive cock filled her tight channel, her horsey cunt clenching tightly around him, making her wail. "No! Please no!" but it felt good, so good, thrusting back into his cock making her groan and shudder, panting hard. "Oh... please.n.no..." "That's it, my little pony, my good little horsey. We're going to break you, just like we would a mare, and that's all you are now, a dumb, brainless mare fuck toy!" He slammed into her again and again, the rhythm of the waves of pleasure hitting her mind like a mental assault. "Just relax...don't fight it. Lose yourself to the pure bliss of a pleasurable oblivion. Lose your mind to sex and slavery my Chandra..." she whimpered, unable to do anything but give in, panting hard as Annie sucked both breasts empty, Chandra panting hard, pressing back into his dick, nickering eagerly as she let herself go, and let the pleasure take control, clenching tightly around him, making her tremble and groan as she came, crying out in delight as her tail lifted even more and SHR flattened herself out, lifting her legs even more so he could fuck her more easily, panting hard. For now, the pleasure had her, but as soon as the pleasure was gone, she was going to be on him like a fly on honey, she was going to kill him, had to kill him... if she could even bring herself to try. Race laughed at her attempts to resist him, and he slammed yet harder and harder into Chandra. He gasped out as he slammed her again and again, pumping his giant cock inside her that seemed to press up against the flesh of her belly. "Yes, horse bitch, you mare slut, take my dick! Take it!" He roared out as he thrust deep into her and exploded inside of her body, filling her with his hot, thick, virile spunk until his seed came pouring out of her, running down her legs and pooling around her prone form. "Union, messes..." she moaned loudly as he filled her, shuddering violently as she felt his seed spilling deeply into her making her jerk and writhe before she went limp under him panting hard as tears filled her eyes as she realized that she was not going to be getting even with him. His dick felt so good, his seed felt even better, she was just as lost as everyone else on the ship. "Master." Annie whined, rubbing against his legs. "Please, me... fuck me too." she pleaded groaning against him. "Please fuck me..." Race grinned at Annie. "My loyal slave, I shall reward you by allowing you to keep your current form and mind...see how Chandra desires to resist still? She and the others will need to be further tested..." He slowly leaned back, looking at Annie. "You may mount my shaft if you so desire..." He smirked at her and grabbed her rear, pulling her towards him to press her onto his cock. Annie looked over at Chandra, who was slyly trying to crawl away and escape to gather her senses and her will back to herself, Annie reaching over and grabbing Chandra's ankle, wrapping one of the surrounding handcuffs hoofed foot, the woman letting off a hateful nicker as Chandra then chained her to the bed, keeping her in place before she brightened at her master and moaning happily as he pressed her into his cock, stroking her body along his flesh with a small groan. "Yes, thank you master." she moaned lifting herself up and driving herself down onto his mighty cock with a cry of delight, rocking herself up and down on his dick with a small shudder. "Feels so good master... oh it's so good." Race plunged hard and deep into her, pulling her hips down onto him as he thrust up hard into her body, thrusting his cock hard and firm into her pussy and plunging the spear of his shaft into her womb. He wanted her to feel totally broken down, utterly used and thoroughly violated. He was sure she already felt that, but he wanted more and more, there was little stopping him. Furthermore, he was an engine of debauchery and they were his fuel. Furthermore, he would run through them, using them up, consuming them to keep his own debased desires running. "Annie...tell me...tell me you are my slave. Declare it. Let Chandra hear it, so that she knows you are totally broken, like a mare...he-he, like the mare she is, I broke you like I would train a pet." she mewled happily as he thrust into her, struggling to thrust back, but he had sucked a firm hold of her hips that she couldn't get free to move. "Ah. Aaha master! Good. It's so good!" she moaned, not even trying to fight him. She was his, and she would be his forever. "Yes master! I'm your slave! Your dirty little sex slave! And I love it... I'm yours... all yours... broken, completely broken to your will!" she moaned, Chandra whimpering as she watched, unable to do anything but watch, she couldn't help herself. "I'm a dirty little animal!" Annie moaned, clenching tightly around him. "I'm close! So close! Please... master I want to cum!" even asking his permission to cum this time, yes, she was a broken little slave. His broken little slave. Race gasped out as he slammed into her again and again. "No...don't cum yet..." He pounded into her and drilled his cock deep into her body, fucking her until his cock was all she knew. He humped her harder and harder, making her his bitch until he gasped out. "Now, cum for me! Cum for your owner!" He erupted inside of her yet again, exploding inside her with his hot, thick, virile seed, pumping it deep into her womb. Rafe smirked and slowly stood up, looking around. He saw Chandra and slowly freed her. "I'm going to find the captain...you're coming with me, my mare bitch." He started to walk towards the captain's quarters, knowing the horse slut would follow him. She whined as he ordered her not to cum, whimpering loudly as he fucked her begging to cum with body and voice, trembling violently with the effort of not cumming, screaming as he gave her permission, cumming so hard she was twitching and writhing on the floor, inviting his seed deep inside of her before falling limp, panting hard and closing her eyes as he left her, his seed spilling out of her, making her moan, pausing to regain her strength as Chandra whimpered but found herself getting to her shaky legs and following him, stumbling and tripping on her strange new legs before finally just crawling after him on hands and knees. Chandra was furious still, in the bathroom where he had left her and studying herself in the mirror furiously, tears still flowing down her cheeks as she turned, her eyes widening. "Chandra! oh, Chandra! what did he do to you!?" Charisma demanded, sliding across the floor, she hadn't figured out how to make her legs yet, or walk, but she could slide. "You son of a bitch! You change us back!" she demanded rushing towards Race and trying to punch him, but her hand just disintegrated when it hit his skin, making her shudder and pull away from him as her hand reformed. "What the fuck do you want with us, you sick freak!?" Race grinned darkly. "I want to play... I want to enforce my will upon you and your crew. And you will help me in my studies of the human body and just how much punishment you girls can take. I'm going to fucking nut inside you sluts so many times you're going to lose your minds. And it's not just your bodies, I want to see how much your minds can take before they...shatter." He chuckled a bit and smirked, reaching out to poke his finger into Charisma's gooey body, causing a shock of pleasure to race through her new form. "I'm going to enjoy myself and your crew is going to help me...or else." Charisma snarled as she tried to back away from him, whimpering as his finger slid into her body, making her shudder. "No.... you can't! Someone will come for us! You'll be stopped!" she'd rather go to prison then face an eternity being his plaything. Than face being broken. Chandra whimpered and shook her head, moving to back out of the room, her eyes wide and terrified, Charisma whimpering again as she studied Race with wide eyes, hoping Chandra might be able to escape, find help. "i. I can get you others! Better people!" Charisma tried to bribe. "I can get you hundreds of people, men and women! If you let us go I can find you all the test subjects you could ever want!" bargaining with the Devil... hopefully he would accept her offer and leave them alone, maybe even change them back? Charisma could only hope... Race chuckled softly, tilting his head to the side a moment. "Well...a tempting offer you make...but my attentions require fulfilling. You may find other young maidens for me to exert my influences upon, but when I grow bored, I will turn to you and your crew. You may have your first officer make the necessary preparations...if she can find your twins, wherever they are, she might rally them to assist her if they haven't fucked themselves into unconsciousness." He snapped his fingers and slowly, Chandra returned to her old, human form, but with a slight longing for more pleasure. Rafe narrowed his eyes. "But I warn you. All of you. Make any attempt to betray me, any attempt to mutiny against me, any attempt to do anything against me and I shall wreck a punishment upon you that you cannot imagine...do you know what hell is? Hell is becoming a semi-intelligent mass of slime, even less than the goo you are, my dear captain, one that requires all your will and concentration to move or even form any useful appendages. Hell is not having a mouth and needing to scream. So let that be a warning. The final warning." He smirked and walked towards the gooey Charisma. "My dear, while Chandra works, we shall play..." Slowly, he pushed his waiting dick into her chest, causing her to be overwhelmed with ecstasy. Charisma whimpered at the chuckle, swallowing thickly as she looked over at Chandra, who was staring at her with wide eyes, the blob girl nodding simply, the now normal Chandra racing off to find the twins and make them help her. They wasted no time finding the nearest slave colony, they could steal the slaves there, no one would care, the women didn't sell as well as the men did. Location locked in place they headed for the nearest slaver colony, unaware of the threats that Race was laying down, but knowing better than to double-cross him. Charisma herself was trembling under him, crouching so low as he threatened her that she was barley a puddle with eyes, swallowing thickly with a throat she didn't have. "Please... turn me back too... i...I don't like this." she pleaded, too terrified of him to even consider crossing him, moaning as his cock slid into her, her body wriggling along him without her permission, making her shudder. "... oh please... please don't..." she pleaded, shuddering as his cock moved inside of her, making her moan again and quiver in delight, panting hard. "Your cruel." she whimpered, hating that she had to like it, so damn much. Race gasped out and drove his cock into her a few more times. She felt so warm and liquid, it was like fucking a tight pussy. He smirked at her. "Why don't you relax and try to enjoy it? Take a nice human form and just accept my cock. You're going to get raped, why don't you just try to enjoy it? I know you like it... I know you want more. Just give it, Charisma. Become my slave and let your mind go..." He pumped her harder and faster to increase the pleasure and flood her mind with the ecstasy of raw, hard sex as a helpless slime girl. She moaned as he drove into her and trembled violently, sobbing but at his words, she began to relax, feeling him sliding in and out of her, forming into as firm of a woman as she could, giving him a little more to thrust into, panting softly as she swallowed thickly, panting against him as she quivered and wriggled around him, moaning as she started to let him have his way, she couldn't fight him, she didn't bother trying anymore, she just enjoyed the pleasure floating around her entire body, leaned back, and let him fuck her gelatinous body, it was like plunging his dick into Jello, cool and slightly firm, all too pleasurable.

The Lady Liberty|rating:2.0

Alien Dragons are coming ruuuunnnn!!!!

"Mukesh we are headed to a place called earth" Nebula said looking at the map making sure that they were going the right way. " Wsit you said we were going to stop and eat fire dogs on the way there remember." says Mukesh to Neb whining Nebula sighed, "I guess I did say that, didn't I?" " Yes you did so now can we go and get some lava burgers instead?" Mukesh says "Yes we can but on one condition." He smiled devilishly. " What would that be? Is it that I can not sing any more or that I can not eat the foil around the burgers?" Mukesh says A little bit disappointed "No, you can sing-even though it really irritates me-, you can eat the foil around the burgers... but," he laughed, "you have to buy them!" "WWWWHHHHHAAAATTTT I did not bring that much gold with me. You do know that my Florence was cut off because I burned our food supple up so how am I going to pay for it. I am not even sure that I even have the money for them!" Mukesh says Nebula took out his wallet and checked his own money. It wasn't enough to even get a falcon for the rest of the day. He looked over to Mukesh and gave him an irritated look, "Well how much do you have at the moment?" He looks in his backpack and counts how much money he has in there and then says" I have 10,000 gold coins and 72 silver coins. Is that a lot?" Mukesh says a little bit pulled at what the price is for a lava burger. "WHAT!!?? How is that not a lot of money?? You idiot!!! That's enough to buy like 1 million burgers!" Nebula walked over to Mukesh and wrapped his hands around the little dragons neck. "You have that much money and all you want is to eat burgers! We could get an eagle with that amount of money!!" Mukesh worms his head out from Neb"'s grip and says" Hey I love burgers because it is the only thing I have eaten remember before you found me out here in space I was alone and had nowhere to go and only burger scraps to eat, so I am all game for a falcon at the moment what ever that is any ways." Mukesh says remembering his childhood Nebula scratched his head and looked at the dragon. Yes, it was true. He did find UK out in space only eating scraps of burgers. He had felt terrible for the bugger, not having anybody to care for him. Out of the goodness of Neb's heart he took the little dragon in and kept him as his own son. 'Course he was like a mooch and for the last ten years he has been living off of Nebula, that is until Nebula made Mukesh get a job... not that that's working out that very well. Neb sighed, "Alright, fine what ever. We'll get a falcon to go there, and we'll go to the eating place okay?" " Yay hey I have a question for you, and it is what is a falcon can you eat it?" Mukesh says Neb slapped his left hand on his face, this was going to be a very long trip. "Well you see Mukesh, you can't eat a falcon. It's more like a ship, a spaceship rather. And we're going to get to earth that way. It's a lot faster than flying on our own. So Mr. Smart ass, do you get it?" Nebula grabbed Murky's shoulder. He smiles his big funny smile and says" so we are going to a place called earth what is it like there is going to be food, other dragons, come on tell me what it is like there." Mukesh says really happy. "I myself don't know much about that planet, but I do know that they have food. I'm not sure about other dragons. So, how's about we go to that burger place, huh?" Nebula smiled at his "son". He grabbed the handles of his pack and swung it over his right shoulder. Mukesh starts to jump up and down and says" Yay burgers and fried lizards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The elder dragon smiled, and headed out the door. He motioned for Murky to follow. Once he was out the door he unfolded his blue wings. And waited for Mukesh to follow. His black eyes darted across the sky. Not one enemy in sight tonight. Mukesh unfolds his orange wings and follows Neb to go and get a falcon thing They get to the key port, and walk to the front desk. There was an old dragon who smiled behind the front desk. "Hello, how may I help you?" " Yay we would like to have one of those falcon things If we could elder." Mukesh says eagerly Neb smiled slightly at the elder as if to apologize. "I'm sorry we need a falcon." The elder nodded and motioned them to follow him. They got to the yard and saw many a falcon. " Hey Neb I like this one" Mukesh says pointing to a fireball painted falcon "Can we get it please." Mukesh says Neb smiled and looked at the falcon. Geese when will he give up?" Yes, we can get it. If it shuts you up." " How long do I need to shut up for?" Mukesh asks "Till we get to the burger place. I need to get some quiet." He said as he paid the elder, and they hopped into the falcon. The whole ride was quiet, that is till they got to the burger place. " Hey Neb how many burgers can I get. Can I get 10, or 100 I am very Hungary and how long will it take to get to earth huh 1 day or 1 year, huh?" Mukesh asks Neb was getting irritated, "You can get 100. And it might take a few days. Now go place your order after me, remember you're paying for it." Nebula smiled weakly, and placed his order. " I would like to buy 100 burgers to go ok." Mukesh says to the Asher and gives her the amount she asked for, and she gave him a hug bag of burgers. Mukesh turns his head to Neb and says "all ready to go" and starts to walk out to the falcon. Neb shakes his head and follows. He takes his seat in the drivers spot. " Yay space trip, space trip, and we are going to earth yay. We are going to have lots of fun there aren't we Neb." Mukesh says taking a passengers seat Azrael looked down at the other dragon in the driver's seat. His black claws sliced into the ceiling, and he squinted down at Neb through his crystal blue eyes. He launched down at him and Wrapped his slender white body around his head and started wailing, "WHY DIDNT YOU GET ME A CONDO!!!?" "What the-- Where did you come from?" Neb asked dropping the burger he was eating. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH There's a robber someone help therssomeone trying to robbed us!!!!!!" Mukesh screams Azrael was still latched onto Neb's scull and was not liking the horrible screaming coming from the smaller dragon. He picked up the burger that Nebula had dropped and ate it in one bite. He curled up in a comfortable position on News head and sighed, "Names Azrael! I snuck on your ship when you were getting the falcon thingamajig! And no! I'm not trying to rob you..." He stole another burger, "Except maybe your food... I was wondering if you were heading to earth...and seriously WHY DIDNT YOU GET ME A CONDO!?" " Yay we are headed to earth and why would you want to go to earth any way?" Mukesh asks Areal Neb swatted at his head to get the dragon off. "Why the hell are you on here? And yes we are going to Earth, and STOP EATING MY FOOD!!!!!" "If you are still Hungary then you can have some of my burgers Areal." Mukesh says to Areal Azrael ducked every time he swatted at him and managed to stay on. "I'm here to hitchhike a ride to earth let's leave it at that! Actually...would you like to be my minions?" "Don't egg him on Murky. He needs to get out of the ship." Nebula said still trying to get Areal off. Azrael shoved someone burgers into his mouth." So...what do you say? Do you want to be my minions?" " AAAAHHHHH does he really have to go I mean he looks like a lot of fun and Neb what does Minion mean Is it some kind of food or place we can go to?" Mukesh says with his usual stupid smile on his face. Aura laughed, "No! Though I think there's some kind of food called Delay Minion...but that's not what I meant...I mean like accomplices to do my bidding..." "No, he really doesn't I guess. And no WE WILL NOT BE YOUR MINIONS!!!! Mukesh minions are followers that help people in doing evil. Or something like that. Fine you can stay with us. Don't piss me off." Neb said getting more irritated by the moment. "Oh if that is what it means then that means that I am News minion right.?" Mukesh says "YAY!" Aura chirped, "And I seriously doubt that I can even BREATHE with ought pissing you off since you seem to be such a hard ass..." "Yes Murky you are my minion. My son... I will never say that again!!" He shook his head. "SoOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo does this mean that Aura can stay and go to Earth with us Neb and you are not my dad You are my friend." Mukesh says "It's not fair thatyouget to have a minion! I'm THE MASTER OF ALL EVIL!" Aura screeched. The master of all evil was a bit of a strange thing to call a three-foot tall snow-white fluffy dragon." And can we PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!" He squealed like a girl. "Woah hold on!! I get irritated easily because I don't have the greatest emotional range okay? So shut up!!!" Neb said lunging after Areal. "Because I picked him off the ground ten years ago," Neb said. Murky Crawls towards Aura and Asks "are you a boy or a girl?" HE pouted, "...It's still not fair... and" He turned angrily at Murky," I AM ABOARD DAMN IT!!" "I think he's a transvestite," Neb said laughing. "Yay Neb can I drive to earth? huh Can I can, I please.!!!!!!!" murky says as he sits down in the commanders seat "I AM NOT A TRANSVESTITE!!" "No, no noon Murky!" "...can I drive then if he can't?" Aura asked looking very cute. " Yay ready set blast off" murky presses the big read blast off button, and they were off "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MUKESH!!!!! STOP THE DAMN SHIP!!!!!!!! AND NO YOU CAN'T DRIVE EITHER!!!" He yelled pointing to Areal. "OMG BIG RED BUTTON HAHA! Pretty!" Aura said as he Murky pressed the button and got slammed accost the cabin by the force of the rockets. Neb held on for dear life as he feared that his brains were going to fly out. "Yay light speed to earth. Commander I do not think the ship can take it anymore we need to jump over bored." Murky says crawling to the door Aura was deathly afraid that his guts were going to get squeaked out of his but from the sheer force that he was being pressed to the wall. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! !!" "MURKY YOU ARE so DEAD WHEN WE GET OFF! AND GET OFF MY HEAD!!!" Neb yelled opening the door. "I CAN'T GET OFF YOUR HEAD BECAUSE I'm SMUSHED BETWEEN YOU AND THE WALL YOU IDIOT!!!" Murky is trying to get to the door when He finds a break on the floor and says" hey what happens if I pull this" Murky pulls the break and the ship stops right away Aura lurched forward and smacked agent the windshield leaving some pretty bad gashes in Nebulas head from his claws. Neb's whole body smashes into the window making Aura hit his head. "Murky damn you." "I-I... I t-thing I can ...can see the inside of my eyes!...." Aura said in a daze holding his head. Not knowing that his head had gashes from Aura. "Yay we stopped and every one is ok it's a good thing I found the break huh." Murky says with a smile on his face "Yes, it's a very good thing. Now, shall I punch you know or later?" Neb asked looking at the youngest dragon. Aura fouled at him, "How did you not know where the emergency brake on your own SHIP was!!!? And may I suggest you punch him now?" Murky runs to the window and looks out of it and says" wow look at this planet it looks almost all blue from up here." murky says with his face plastered to the window "Sorry I was kinda busy at the moment!!!" He said glaring at Aura "Murky that is earth we made it," Neb said helping Aura up. "So this is earth it looks cool from up here, but I am not sure how we are going to land the ship down there it looks like it is all water." murky says staring at earth still "No, Mukesh, I'll land it. You two need to transform into humans." Neb said transforming into his human form. His eyes were a deep blue. Aura managed to steady himself enough to transform himself into a normal looking human, if you call white hair and glowing blue eyes on an extremely feminine boy normal. Murky turned into a teenager boy with red and black hair and his eyes glowed orange, but he looked normal but did not act normal Neb took the navigation and swiftly landed the falcon. "Yay we are on earth right now, but I think we are missing something?" murky says naked "We are naked you door!" Neb asked looking over to Aura, laughing. "And that's bad HOW?" Aura said scratching his head. Neb kept laughing at Aura. " We need to get clothes then right or else we are going to stick out like sour thumbs right." Mukesh says walking right out into the open where every one could see him "Murky get back here," Neb said still laughing. Aura looked around at the other clothed people who where all staring at them and shaping pictures of them on their cell phones, "There all stupid! How can they where that fabric over their skin! Besides, I feel quite comfortable like this!" " Hey I see someone with food over there lets go get something to eat ok." murky says as he starts to run over to the hot dog cart "Well they need to. It's kinda tradition," Neb laughed pointing at Aura. "LETS GET A CONDO WITH RELISH AND MUSTARD ON TOP!...and maybe some ice cream on top too!" Aura squealed and ran up next to Murky at the hot dog stand still very naked. Murky runs over to the hot dog stand and says "can I have something to eat?" the guy says "shore, but first you need clothes ok" Murky then says ok and runs back and when running back grabs a sweat shirt and put it on "YOU CAN'T REFUSE US SERVICE FOR SOMETHING AS TRIVIAL ASCLOTHINGNOW HAND OVER THE CORN DOG BUB!" Neb, who was fully clothed, laughed at Aura, pointing at his lower half. "You guys are stupid." "I shall not be held back by the itchy fabric of oppression that you callclothinginfadel! NOW HAND OVER THE FOOD BEFORE YOU ARE FACED WITH THE WRATH OF ISRAEL THE DESTROYER!" Murky looks up at the sky and says wow look at the thing flying in the air. Neb I am going to go get it ok." right at that moment murky makes his wings come out of his back and flies after the bird. "Muky you idiot we have to blend in!!! Get down!!!!" Neb yelled after Mukesh. "If you catch it save me some! Birdies are delicious!" Aura said licking his lips. " Hey guys I see more and more people from up here you got to come and see it is so cool." murky says "Um no...I think well say incognito," Said the but naked Aura. Neb rolled up the sleeves of his blue sweatshirt. "Muuuuukkkkkyyyyyy, look what I found!" He yelled showing a chipmunk. "Huh is that a chipmunk Give it to me, I want it I want it." murky says as he flies down straight to Neb "THE CHIPMUNK CAN BE MY MINION!" Aura squealed and tried to steal it out of Neb's hands. "Only if you put your wings away," Neb said holding the wriggling chipmunk. And looking over at Aura, who was still naked. Murky crashes into Neb and grads chipmunk and says to Aura "no this is mine, and you can have it" and flies off somewhere Aura whimpered in a girly voice and cursed as Murky flew away. Neb shook the shock that Mukesh gave him away, and looked at the sky.Hamm... I wonder if she's here? Neb thought, with the feeling that he wasn't getting anywhere. "You are very space," Aura commented still sniffling at loosing yet another potential minion. Hi ASHLEY!!!!!! Erin is mean sometimes don't you think so Kelly Sorry Kelly wanted to type something "We should look for Murky, and I was thinking something," Neb said looking at one of the trees. "What where you're thinking..." "Nothing of your concern. Now which tree is he in?" Neb said eyes darting from tree to tree. He was hoping that he would see even the faintest hint of Mukesh. Murky jumps out of a tree and lands on top of Neb and hug him. "Neb I was scared some people were yelling at me for some odd reason" Murky starts to cry, and he is still naked and covered in leaves "It's okay Murky. But don't fly here okay... remember we need to fit in. Do you remember what I first told you?" Neb said hugging the young crying dragon. "Yay" still crying" One: no flying two: no fire breathing and three: no turning into dragon" Murky starts to calm down and then murky falls asleep "And no wearing clothes!" "Hey, I can't believe I'm saying this buy I need your help," He said looking over at Aura. He picked Murky up and carried him over to the nearest bench. "We need to find a hotel or something. And here put some clothes on." Nebula said throwing him some clothes. Murky says in his sleep "Neb don't leave me...." Azrael hissed at the clothes that had touched his skin, "EVIL!!" Neb smiled and looked down at Murky, "Don't worry son, I won't leave you." He thought of how Murky always made him smile-though he did irritate him. Murky is having a bream that Neb is going to leave forever, and he was having a nightmare "How touching..." Aura said and poked the evil clothing with a particularly long stick, "There's no way I'm wearing this...i don't wear clothes and even if I did, this is hideous!" Neb looked at Aura, "Shhh... he's sleeping. I can't leave Murky you know." "Wear them or I won't get you a corn dog," he shot him a look. Murky sits up very suddenly and starts to cry and starts to run down the street (sleep walking) Aura squeaked and gave him the most adorable pout ever. A few tears spilled out of his eyes and he begged not to wear them. After a while, after realizing that he was going to get his way he slipped into the clothing sneering the whole time." Is SOON itchy," He complained then saw Murky run down the street and ran after him "Ah Murky! MURKY wait!" Neb yelled running after Murky. He ran awhile to get him. He caught Murky and looked over at Aura, "Like I said I can't leave him. Furthermore, he means too much to me." "WWW! Such an adorable father son relationship!" Aura cooed. Murky wakes up and looks at Neb and hugs him and starts to cry." I had the worst dream that first my mom left then you left me I was so scared that I did not know where to go, and I am so scared now." murky is still crying and is holding on tight to Neb "It's okay Murky, I won't leave you. Not now not ever." Neb said hugging Murky with tears streaming down his face. Aura stared at the two for a few seconds.'this is rather boring' he thought "Neb I want to go home now"Mukesh says and then looks to Aura and say "do you want to come with us?" "We can't go home, we'll have to find a hotel." Neb looked at Areal, "are you coming?" "Of course!" He said cutely Murky says "yay more fun" Ahhh... Why does Areal look so familiar? Do I know him? Neb set Murky down and walked down the street looking for a hotel. "Here, we'll stay here." Murky runs past Neb and looks at a sign, and it says (New York's Madison Square garden) "hey Neb, Areal I think we are in a place called New York." "So where's the old York?..." Aura said dumbly.(cue pun drums) Murky says "I think they destroyed it." Aura sheds a single tear for Old York and the men who may have lost their lives there. "Uhh Murky, Areal c'mon. We need to get a room." Neb said ruining the fun Murky says" Hey I am going to go look around" Mukesh starts to run down the street still backed "Hey Murky! Come with me first. And here put these on," Neb said handing him some clothes. Aura strips his clothes and follows Murky through the streets. "Dammit... whatever. I'll just go inside." Neb sighed looking down the street watching both Areal and Mukesh run down there naked. He picked up Areal's clothing and walked into the Holiday Inn. Murky is to far away to hear him and continues to run down the street full of people watching him. Mukesh heard people say that it was something for a new move. Murky stops in front of a story called toys R us and says to Aura "hey this place looks fun lets go in" Azrael wondered what he would do... Maybe he'd go swim in the park fountain, or ride that giant giraffe in the zoo! That sounded fun! He went over to go to the zoo to go set that giraffe free. Murky sees Aura go to the zoo and goes after him Neb got a room and took the key. Instead of going to the room he walked to Madison Square Garden, to walk around. He sat on a bench and looked up to the sky. I don't know why. But Areal really looks familiar. Maybe its just coincidence. He does look like her though. Hamm... Aura waited no time in hopping onto his new giraffe minion that was named Sperry VonClevenstein! Hey don't ask me! That's whathesaid his name was! He hopped on to Sperry and rode back into Toys R us! Murky runs past Neb and is being chased by zoo keepers and dogcatchers and is screaming and crying "HAHA RUN MY MINIONS! RUN MUAHAHHAHA!" Neb didn't realize that Murky ran past him. He was still staring at the sky. Murky falls and gets up and starts to run on all 4's and turns around and goes back to Neb and jumps on him Zeal watches Murky run, "He looks like a puppy heel!" Neb jumped, "Gas! Oh, there you are Murky." Murky yells people are after me again" and runs of in dog style again and the zookeepers atop in front of Neb looked at them, "What's the problem?" "Is that your boy who just ran away because we think he robbed a store in the zoo?" the zookeeper says Sperry grabbed a bucket of popcorn from the outdoor movie next to them and handed it to Aura who began to munch on the corners." And think! We didn't even have to pay for this show!" "HHH.... He's only seven. He ran away, I found him, and now you made him run off again. Are you sure it was him?" Neb said trying to act cool. "Well all we know is that the store was robbed by a backed man so we summed it was him." the zookeeper says "Well I don't think that it was Mukesh... He's my son. I taught him better.... Maybe it was a hobo?" Neb said stretching Aura hid himself behind Sperry knowing the only backed man around was probably him. " Maybe you are right sorry for bothering you" the zookeeper leaves Neb smiled at them, "Mikey! Can you come here?" 'Hehe off the hook,' Aura giggled to himself. "Areal you too," He yelled. Murky runs back to Neb and jumps on top on him "I was scared again" he starts to cry and hugs Neb Areal groaned and slid off Sperry and walked over to him. His head hanging sheepishly. "It's okay Murky. It's okay. Tell me the truth. I won't be mad." Neb said calmly hugging Murky. "Now," he looked over to Areal, "What did you do?" "I saw Aura go into the park, so I followed him but then when I saw him leave those people came after me and I was so scared." murky starts to cry again "I freed my Giraffe Minion from the oppressive confines of his prison!" Aura said proudly "It's okay. You're safe now." Neb said holding Murky. "Dawn! So curate!" Aura squealed Neb shot Areal a look that said thank-you-I-know-it-is. He hugged Murky like there was no tomorrow. "Areal, would it kill you to stop freeing every animal you see?" Areal pouted, "But i need minions! Since you two won't be mine I need some..." He hugged Sperry and tried to look as cute as humanly possible. Unfortunately he was not only failing miserably but also looking more and more like a girl trying to seduce Neb by the second. Which was very comical because he was beginning to dispose Neb and the thought of that old dragon having sex with anyone, especially him, was disturbing and made him want to gag. Neb sighed, "Fine, just don't free every animal." "Fine...ill free them all adept...one...and maybe ill chop off its leg... Then the leg can be my minion too he-he!" Aura said in an Indian kind of giggle. Though in reality he kind of wanted to eat the imaginary leg. He had been eyeing Spirits long Girard leg for some time now and that had been making him very nervous. Neb's eyes got wider than they ever had. Damn, he's insane!" Well, fine I guess we should go to our hotel room." "Ok!!" He said cheerily as they walked into the hotel.-"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T LET ME IN!" Aura screamed." No shirt no sues no service...and for gods sakes put some pants on!" Said the clerk at the hotel desk."FINE! But you will rue the day you crossed me!" Aura screamed as he ran out the door to find clothing all the while still very naked. About thirty minutes later he came back in an all black outfit. The shirt was a tank top and the pants where a tight pair of hip huggers with chains dangling down from the pockets. He had knee-high leather boots, leather gloves, and the strangest bracelets known to man. They were one thick three inch wide circle of black plastic with three small voles pointing down like claws. The outfit, headless to say, made him look like a stripper." Weeell! How do I look!?" Neb's eyes got even huger when he saw that. "I'm sorry you'll have to excuse him. He gets very eager around people." The clerk looked at Areal in an eerie way. "HHH, yes, yes. You may now go ahead in." Neb shook his head and held Murky close to him, making sure that he didn't fall in any way. "GAYNESS!" Aura squeezed and followed Neb. Murky wakes up and worms his way out of News arms and run over to Aura "do you want to race to our hotel room?" He says to Aura with a cute look on his face to Aura "YOUR ON!" Aura proclaimed then his nails grew into two inch long black claws, and he began to quickly climb up the elevator shaft at an inhuman speed Neb slapped his right hand over his face. This WAS defiantly going to be a long night. Not caring for what the others did, he walked up the stairs to his room. He took out the card and swiped it. Murky says "no fair You got a head start" running after Aura and starts to climb up the walls instead of the elevator shaft at an inhuman speed to Aura hissed at him, and before he could even blink, with a flash, he was already in the room. Murky was right behind him and was now looking for Neb "hey what do you think is taking Neb so long?" Murky says TP Aura with a confused look on his face Neb fell onto his bed and snored loudly. It was a long day after all, and he would need his rest if he was going put up with those two for a while. Murky by himself wasn't any trouble. But put Aura with him and it was nothing but destruction. Murky jumps on to news bed really happy and hugs Neb then asks "where am I going to sleep tonight?" with a confused look on his face Neb jumped up and almost knocked Murky off the bed. "Oh, there you guys are," Nebula said looking at Areal, "Um. On the bed next to mine." "But there are only two beds?" Areal said barely. On the way up the elevator shaft he had hit his head on a moving elevator and scared some very annoying tourists in Hawaiian shirts by his head popping out of the metallic floor. Then he had had to stay in the elevator with the badly dressed, booze filled tourists as they took pictures of what they thought was a 'real live prostitute.' He had explained that he did not have sex for money and that he was a boy and that they would all be his loyal minions some day. And one of the more drunk tourists had slipped a dollar down his pants making him very confused. Eventually he had got annoyed of their shenanigans (and the repetitive elevator music) and had ripped through the top of the elevator and claimed up the rest of the shaft to beet Murky to the room. "Oh sorry Areal. You're not sleeping in this room." Neb said laughing. "Aaaahhhhhh he's not, but it's not going to be fun with him gone." Murky says with a disappointed look on his face "No, with both of you I'll commit suicide. He's in the next room to ours," Neb said rubbing his temples. Areal hissed at Neb like a cat and let his eyes glow in a dragonlike manner as he bore his claws at the elder." You shall pay for your treason minion! Mark my words you shall pay with my UNDYING WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHH!! MUHUHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAHHA! For you belong to me!" Azreal screamed as he slapped the door and stormed off into the next room. But picked the wrong one and walked in on the same group of tourists that he had met in the elevator and the one particularly drunk and perverted one tried to sexually assault him before getting smacked over the head with a very heavy golf club. And then smashed his head through Neb and Makes room stuck his young out."REVENGE!!" He screamed and threw a tomato at News head. Then he stormed into his proper room and hid under the bead like a child. Murky jumps onto his bed and cuddles up in the sheets then says" This does not feel like home" gets out of bed and burns a hole in the middle of the bed and cuddles up in the hole and pulls the sheets over his head and then says" ah this feels so much better than sleeping on that fluffy thing" and goes to sleep apply in his little hole Neb smacks his head, and pulls out a cell phone. He knew that if Murky or Aura would see this they would surely tear apart. So it was better not to show them. "Damn, with both of them here bugging the hell out of me, I'll never get anything done." He sighed as he looked for the name "Eugenia". Not sure of whether she remembered him, he dialed the number." Hello?" That was the question he heard." Hello, Eugenia?" Neb said happily." Yes," she said frightened." It's Neb. Uh, I was wondering if maybe you would like to get something to eat, you know for old times sake." He laughed. Jeez, he was 250 years old, and this person was his only hope."OH, Neb hi!" She said delightfully, "Yes, I would be glad to go on a date with you! Um, I'll see you tomorrow at Times Square. Bye!" As she hung up the phone Neb stood there awestruck. He'd asked for a simple meal, and came out with a date. "A date?" Neb said loudly, making Murky look at him with sad eyes. "Are you going somewhere to meet someone tomorrow ?" Murky asks with a sad yet puzzled look on his face. Then a smile came to his face then said "Because If you are Aura Watch me when you are gone?" "No Mikey, he can't, I have a very bad feeling when you two are together," Neb set the phone down on the stand. Whitewash going to do with Mukesh? "And yes, I am meeting someone. Only I didn't want it to turn into a date." He laughed as he slid into bed. He had been to Earth many times and met a lot of people. But yet he hadn't found the right mate yet. And there was something odd that made him not trust Areal even the slightest of bit. Aura's fist crashed through the wall and hit Neb square in the back of the head." Shuddup! I'm sleeping over here!" Azrael said with venom in his tone. Neb glared at Aura, "Look you hermaphrodite. You should be lucky I even brought on this trip. I mean, you're a cross dresser, obviously." Azrael blushed, "I am not...I just like these clothes better..." "I still think you're a hermaphrodite. And nothing can persuade me otherwise." Neb said noticing Areal's blush. Murky starts to laugh then says"you two argue like an old married couple."while thinking for Neb in a wedding dress and Amaral in a tuxedo holding hands at a wedding Neb's eyes got wide, "What!?" he laid like that for a while. While imagining him in a tuxedo and Aura in a dress. On the spot he laughed, "I knew you were a hermaphrodite!!" Aura blushed and whimpered, "Don't make fun of me..." "I'm not making fun of you, I just think it's weird that you would wear women's clothing... You know they have clothes like that for men," Neb laughed. Aura scowled, "I like these better.... I look better in them..." "I think he looks cool Neb." murky says with a smile on his face "No you don't," Neb blushed for reasons he didn't know why. "Hash See HE thinks I look cool!" Azrael proclaimed happily. "Autistic don't!" He exclaimed blushing even more. Aura bowed his head and pouted."why not?" He said weakly. Off! What did you just say idiot! Why should you care what the old man thinks about your clothing! "Hey Neb can I wear women clothing" Murky asks Neb with a smile on his face "Because, i just don't," He said lowering his voice. Why am I saying this? It's not like I'm..... maybe I am... Neb stared at Mikey, "No you cannot!" "Your mean..." Aura said hurtfully to Neb then looked happily at Murky, "Yea you can borrow some of mine!" "Yay Neb is it ok If I go and wear women clothing" Makes says happily Neb walked over to Aura's hole and looked him in the eye, "Look, he is not wearing women clothing. And as I said they have men clothing like that! We'll go to a place tomorrow. Okay?" Aura hissed feral, "NO! I refuse to change my wardrobe just because YOU, you cynical old fart, don't like it! So NO I'm not going tomorrow and I'm NOT wearing what you call....men clothing... and that's final!" "Hey Neb are you even listening to me" murky says mad at Neb for not talking to him and goes off and starts to try on women clothing "Fine is a hooker I don't care!" Neb stormed to the door opened it, and said, "I'm leaving!" And with that he ran and took flight. There were now two humongous holes where his wings had come out. Murky starts to cry thinking that it is his fact that Neb ran off Aura stuck his young out at the older dragon as he left and then turned to Murky." Hey let me help you with that...NO don't wear purple pants with a green and black striped shirt! It looks horrible!" Murky gets really mad at Aura for not caring about Neb and yells out "why are you so mean to Neb he allowed you to come with us. Now he ran off and you do not even care." Murky cries more and turns into a dragon and burst threw the wall and flies off towards the Empire State Building Neb went to the Statue of Liberty. He knew that no one would find him there. Aura sighed. Now he was all blown...grate...seriously what had he done!? He just said that he didn't want to wear men clothing! Which...wasn't that bad considering he HAD female parts to him... Neb started to worry about leaving Aura and Mikey together, so he went back. "Mikey I- Where's Mukesh?" He asked looking very pissed at Aura. "Where's my son?" "Ran off...he got mad at me for yelling..." Aura said apologetically. "Where did he go?" He asked looking murderously at Aura. "I have no idea..." Aura said not afraid in the least. "Yes you do!" Neb said frighteningly. "He went towards the Empire State Building..." Murky started to punch the building because he was mad at himself because he thought he was the one that drove Neb away "Alright stay there." Neb pointed out taking flight again towards the Empire State Building. Murky looks around and sees Neb flying towards him. He starts to think that Neb might be mad at him and hides behind the Empire State Building "Mikey, I'm not mad at you. Just please come here." He said looking very worried. "You aren't mad at me?" murky says as he starts to cry again "but why were you ignoring me before?"he says as he comes out from behind the Empire State Building Aura laid on his bead for a long time just staring at the ceiling." I look pretty in girls clothing ...don't I?...." Aura whispered to himself and then looked at his reflection in the minor. He looked so much like a girl that it was slightly carry, but he was very attractive." The old man said i shouldn't wear it though..." Aura sighed and flopped back down onto the mattress, "oh why do I care what he thinks...THE MASTER NEVER BOWS TO HIS MINIONS!"' So why do you care what he thinks?' an inner voice giggled." I don't" he replied.' You were considering changing your clothes just now, and you NEVER do that almighty Azrael. But you just did for that old gazer...so ....why?' the voice said in a mocking tone." What are you? One of those shoulder angels?"' I can be if you like,'And a miniature version of himself popped up in front of him in nothing but hot pants with a snow-white angel wing and a black bat wing." Nice pants!"' Thanks!'" Whered you get them?"' Heheh no where you could get them my minion!'"WAIT A SECOND! How can I be my own conscious's minion!?"' Never you mind that slave...just answer my question...'"YOU KNOW WHAT! I'm not answering your goddamn question!" "Only because, I was busy yelling at that Hermaphrodite! Mikey, please don't do this," Neb said with a face that not even the devil can ignore. Well, the devil meaning Azrael. ((>. Azra turned the radio on and began dancing."Pooh I love this song If she does it like this will you do it like that? If she touches like this, will you touch her like that? Now if she moves like this, will you move it like that? Shake shake a shake it!" Neb opened the door and closed it instantly. "We have a problem." "Problem?" "There's a dancing Hermaphrodite!" Neb squealed blushing a little. Aura fumed, "OH! So it's only a problem that I'm dancing because iv got both parts eh!?" "No, it's just weird to see a grown Hermaphrodite dancing in our room. Especially to this nonsense!" Neb sorta yelled while getting all the more red. 'Did he just say he had both parts.... so, I was RIGHT!' Neb does a little victory dance inside his head. "Stop calling me Hermaphrodite!" Aura screamed. "Well you dress like one!" Neb yelled, not sure how this would end. "Why do you care what I wear!!? I mean You're not the one wearing it! So why bitch about it!" "That's because I don't to be seen around with some person dressed like that!" Aura simply grouped, "Well I'm not changing it so get used to it..." The voice inside Neb's head laughed. 'PPFFFFTTT!!!! He got you there big shot!' Neb rolled his eyes and turned off the radio. Aura glared at him. He liked that song damn it! "What?" Neb put Mikey onto his bed and peered at Aura. 'Look at him, he likes you Debby boy.' Don't call me that only my mom can... BUFFETT yeah right"This loser can't love nobody!" He laughed and then put his hands over his mouth, "Was that out loud?" Aura was glaring daggers at Neb, "What did you say to me!?" "Nothing I said nothing," He said in between laughs. 'Ok that's enough I'm fed up with this guy!' Azra grouped and punched him accost the face. Neb felt his nose, it was bleeding. "Well, if you've had enough of me then why don't you leave?!" "Because iv got nowhere else to go..." Aura said in a grim tone. "Yeah you do, go find some place all over New York. It don't matter to me!" "Hamm...No, no i don't think I will..." Aura said smugly, "You see old time rim one to hold a grudge...so for calling me Hermaphrodite instead of using my name and calling me a looser and just making fun of me in general, I'm going to stay! AND I'm going to annoy the living hell out of you!" "Go right on ahead, I get it enough from my mother, Mikey, and my other son -Oops," Neb said, "What I meant to say was..." "Ooooh you have another son?" "No, no. No I never said that... You heard wrong!" Neb said shaking his head frantically. "Oh ho ho no I heard right Old man YOU have another son don't you?" "Yes, he's two." Neb said finally, putting his hands on his head. Aura wiggled at the idea of a little two-year-old boy, "AAAW WWW! Who's the mommy?" "My once fiancée Eugenia, I'm meeting her tomorrow," Neb said smiling a little. "Mikey doesn't know about this, and I don't want him too." "Hmm mm...well telling him WOULD fall under the category of 'annoying the hell out of you' so.... Yea I think ill tell him!" Aura said cheerily and went to wake Murky. "Don't tell him he'll go on a rampage... I told that I was going to stay at my mothers once, and he blew up the city hall." Neb said prying Aura off of Mikey, "Aura!" "All the more reason to wake him! I like explosions!" Aura squealed and poked Murky on the head, "POKE POKE POKE!" Murky wakes up and yells at Aura saying "why are you poking me I hat it when people poke me to wake me up only Neb can." Turns over and goes back to sleep "Phew, anyway don't tell him about it alright?" Neb said looking a little peeved. "Why not?...and seriously...I'm here to make your life a living hell now...so when you say don't ...it means 'please Aura, do it, do it now! I BEG OF YOU!' so yea...wake up Murky! News got something to say to you!" Aura squeezed and continued to poke him. Neb lunged onto Aura making him fall onto of Neb. "I meant it," he said with a coldness in his tone. Murky rolls around in bed annoyed by the noise that Neb and Aura made when they fell down. Nebula hits Aura on the head. "Are you seriously stupid?!" He pinned Aura to the ground. Aura opened his mouth to let loose some nasty vulgar words at the older dragon but then closed it abruptly and looked at where Neb was pressed agent himself. He crinkled his nose and his eyes got as wide as saucers. He looked up at Neb with a look that was mixed between shock, horror and embarrassment." A-are you pressing your god-damn erection on me old man?!!" Aura screeched referring to the rather large boner that Neb was pressing agent Auras lower half. "I don't have a goddamn erection! At least I Think I don't," Nebula realized the position he was in. But then again he had no strength left in him, so he fell. And ironically it was onto Aura's lips. "Yea! Yea you do! Now get OFF!" Aura screeched and tried to wiggled out from underneath him. Nebula got off of Aura, and slammed onto his bed, "I don't know what to do with you. Now I'm going to bed." He pulled the covers on him, turned off the lights and fell asleep.

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The Night Yggdrasil Bloomed - OPEN and Accepting!

It all just happened so fast. No one could believe it at first. And no one could understand it either. There was panic, chaos, and so much death. The night was so peaceful that no one could have predicted it was happening. The night sky suddenly began crackling with red lightning as a gigantic tree sprouted up out of nowhere. It wasn't in no way peaceful. Roads, buildings, everything too close to the tree was instantly destroyed killing no telling how many people. And that, that was just the start of it. Within the same hour strange seeds began floating from the tree. All the dust from all the destruction hadn't even been settled yet. And thousands of people were still unknown to even be dead. And where ever the seeds landed, saplings sprang forth. Not normal saplings either. But saplings that were taller than houses began popping up all over the city. More death, but it doesn't just stop there. Along with the seeds came even more chaos and even more panic. It was horrifying. Absolute heart stopping fear. Because with the trees everything everyone knew was changed. The trees produced a strange fog that had an even stranger odor. It was almost the same smell as gasoline mixed with the smell of a skunk. And this fog had weird affects on people. Some good and some bad. Some people were unluckier than others. The fog changed us in strange ways. Some could begin shifting into animal forms, while others became terrifying creatures with feathered red and black wings. They had hollowed black eyes, sharp teeth, and a bottomless appetite for anything alive. They caused so much more death and wiped out so many before they realized what had even happened. Along with the shape-shifters and the monstrous creatures, other changes popped up. Humans with the ability to die and come back to life, humans who were forced to feed on strange addictions in order to survive. Whatever this fog was, it turned a person into their deepest desires. Whether they are truly dark or whether they just loved life. We call the dark creatures Fallen Angels, because it is exactly what they look like. But they are in no way angels. Some humans remained human. They remained the same, but the world around them had changed so drastically. It was difficult for them to survive against such creatures. Not to mention the rapid spread of the trees that destroyed entire cities around the world leaving nothing but destruction. Over the years humans scattered across the world, living, surviving in a cruel world. The Shifters usually weren't harmful to the humans and some even lived among them. It was the Fallen Angels they feared. They reproduced and spread. Even the smallest darkness in one's heart caused them to turn into a Dark Angel during the early days of the fog. Now, exactly a hundred years after the Yggdrasil bloomed, not much has changed. Dark Angels have taken over the cities, Shifters are able to live around them only because they are not fully humans. And humans... what is left of them, have been forced to hide below ground or far off from whatever remains of old cities. Sometimes that's not even good enough though. I guess the question comes down to - what are you? About Yggdrasil and the World Today Yggdrasil is the tree of life and death. That day it had caused much change to sweep over Earth. The saplings of the original tree spread throughout the entire world and over the years came rapid growth of them all. Over the decades the location of the original tree became lost, but it still stands strong. Each Yggdrasil is extremely strong and cannot be destroyed in any way. Those who attempt to destroy the trees are immediately killed by a fog similar to the one that spread in the early days, except this fog melts all the flesh from one's body. No chance to live through that. The immortals cannot even come back from that death. The fog refuses to let their bodies regrow. Even though a hundred years has passed since the Yggdrasil bloomed, the Earth is still full of destruction and no actual cities from before exist anymore. With the Dark Angels came more destruction. They, however, have rebuilt some parts of certain cities to provide more comfort for themselves, but neither humans nor the shifters dare to go near. Most shifters live in the outskirts of cities, if they do live in the city that is. They have rebuilt basic home structures and markets that had to be approved by the Dark Angels. The markets help provide food, clothes, and other goods to the people that live there. Humans are scarce, but they are still there. Thy have several different underground settlements away from the cities. Some even dare to try and blend in with the Shifters and some Shifters will hide them. But the Dark Angels destroy humans on sight. Their blood rejuvenates their bodies and gives them nearly immortality. During the first years, Dark Angels were forced to feed from humans in order to sustain life. But over the years as the human population began to dramatically decline they were forced to evolve. And evolve they did. They were then able to eat food and drink liquids that did not from a human body. After this evolution the Dark Angels thrived. They were the rulers of this new world. More information will pop up here from time to time. Character and Species Information Dark Angels History: The Dark Angels appeared the same night the Yggdrasil bloomed. No one, not even the angels, know where they really came from. Their actual history is a complete mystery in every sense. It was as if they just "popped" up out of nowhere. Where did they come from? Who were they? Why were they created in this world? No one can answer those questions. But even with such questions, the Dark Angels rose with great power to take over the world. The first of them were extremely evil and could not control their own bodies. They devoured anything alive, killed thousands, and gained control in a matter of hours as fear from them ripped through the world at a great speed. Over the course of years, the Dark Angels evolved into a better controlled species. They could control their hunger and their bodies along with their minds. It was an uneasy transformation, but in order to sustain life they were required to eat and drink from living flesh. And in order to keep things balanced they were forced to control themselves or starve. Over many more years they learned to behave as if they were still humans and could eat human food and drink human liquids to survive. Though human flesh was still a desired dish for them because the blood of a human would give them near immortality. After feeding on humans many more years of managing life was given to that Dark Angel. When this was discovered, Shifters and anything else not entirely human were ignored by the Dark Angels. The only blood they want now is human. General Appearance: All Dark Angels have feathered wings. The wing colors have changed over the years as they evolved. Some have white wings, others red or black. Multicolored wings are possibilities as well. Over the years their appearances have really expanded, and they have more human-like facial structures than before. They can change their teeth into sharp razor points, turn their eyes solid black, and grow sharp claws on will. Personality: This part is entirely up to you. Most Dark Angels are moody, extreme, rambunctious, and have a dark side to them. I will allow a few Dark Angels with a nicer personality. Note: There are a limited amount of slots for anyone who wants a Dark Angel that help humans and rebels against their fellow Dark Angels. This also applies for friendly ones. As stated above, most Dark Angels have dark hearts and only show any mercy and compassion for their own species. Shifters Story: Shifters were rumored to have been around before the Yggdrasil bloomed, but were extremely rare. After the tree came, Shifters became very common. It is said that one turns into the animal they love the most. That was the lucky ones. Others has negative shifts that only caused them to become "assembled differently" to where their body was no longer able to function properly, and they died from the inability to shift back. The lucky ones, however, soon learned how to control both human and animal form. At first, it was total chaos for the shifters in the sense that their first turn was uncontrollable. Imagine a city full of people where some turned into large predatory felines and others may have turned into calm and peaceful omnivores. Nature took its course and many more lost their lives. But once the dust settled down and weeks passed, the Shifters learned to control their bodies and learned how to shift back and forth on command. A Shifter can only turn into one animal, whatever animal they were either changed into during the fog, or whatever they were born into. All sorts of Shifters exist. Some can turn into normal cats, dogs, and other pets. While others are lions, wolves, or bears. It just depended on whatever their personality was like. Naturally, some Shifters repel the other, and it isn't uncommon for fights to break out among them. A wolf and a Jaguar simply wouldn't get along in nature and therefore naturally repel each other. Shifters are just like humans, except they age slowly. Much slower than humans. They are not immortal, just can live hundreds of years longer provided they aren't killed. The Immortals: Story: Once Yggdrasil bloomed, some humans were blessed with the gift of immortality. They simply cannot ever truly die. I mean, they can die, but their body always brings them back to life. If their body is destroyed, it will regenerate over time and be whole again. It is almost impossible to actually kill an Immortal. The only ones capable of it are the Dark Angels. Immortals soul can be devoured by the Dark Angel. And without a soul, their body cannot regenerate. This is the only possible way of truly killing off an Immortal. Though they do not age, Immortals do require the same things any human or other living creature requires. Food, sleep, shelter, and anything in between. They tend to be huge daredevils, always pushing themselves to do dangerous activities. They do feel the pain of dying, however. So even with the thought of regeneration, they do not usually want to die and come back to life all the time. If Immortals have children, the children do not become like them. They remain human and therefore will age and die and be vulnerable to being devoured by the Dark Angels. The Immortals rarely have children for this reason and every Immortal was there the on that night since no more have been created Legend says that if an Immortal could find the original Yggdrasil tree, it could feed its child the sap of the tree and change that child into an immortal. It is just a legend though and the location of the original tree has long since been forgotten. Humans: Humans are well, human. After the Yggdrasil bloomed and the chaos of the night settled, the humans were forced away from the cities and to go into hiding. They are never safe. Some have chosen to live in underground cities that are unknown to the Dark Angels and others have braved living with the Shifters, who hide and protect them. Immortals refuse to take in humans though. The Dark Angels always have a close eye on Immortals hoping for a human child to be born. Humans have become a rare species and the cruel world they live in now is always dangerous. 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Her skin is fair, with no scars that can be seen. She has a slender body that is strong and durable against damage. She has large, feathered black wings that she usually always leaves out. + Species: Dark Angel + Age: Nearing the age of 95, she was one of the early generations of Dark Angels. However, she appears to be in her early twenties. +Sex:Female + Sexual Orientation:Doesn't know. + Personality Description: Quiet, yet demanding. Assertive, yet gentle. Adventurous, yet conservative. Ve lanai can be sassy at times and isn't afraid to stand up for herself. At first, she won't have a lot to say, but eventually she opens up. She also has a bit of a rebellious spirit and can be extremely stubborn. + Likes:Rainy days, swimming, dark meat, shifters, the woods, flying, the color blue, and wandering. + Dislikes:Noisy crowds, cold weather, most other Dark Angels. + My story + Ve lanai can remember the night the Yggdrasil bloomed almost as if it had happened just moments ago. She had been standing on the balcony of her apartment building, star gazing. The normal thoughts of everyday life flowing through her mind. What was she doing with her life? Who is she, and will she ever find someone to come home to? Would her mundane job take her anywhere? Her life wasn't exactly perfect, but it was hers. She had her own place, her own car, job, and even had a baby on the way. The father of the child was nowhere around and being in her early twenties, Ve lanai often felt afraid of what the future might hold for the first time mother. She had been several months along when she suddenly felt what she had thought to be earthquakes at first. Then the red lightning came and the surrounding buildings began to break apart, shattering as giant trees sprouted. All the shaking had caused her to fall from the second story balcony. The impact had caused her to lose the baby, but as she lay in pain and shock, the fog spread. Ve lanai remembered the choking and the uneasiness that come with it. She could still feel the pain of the wings tearing their way from her skin. Her shoulders had been on fire and every muscle in her body ached as her transformation began. All she could do was scream and scream, but her screams only blended in with the others. There was so much of it. The terror that rippled through the city was so extreme and even though she wanted to run, the pain of the transformation was just too much. Eventually she was finally a Dark Angel and the thirst had taken over, but the loss of her unborn child was still throbbing in the back of her mind. In confusion, she took to the skies and tried leaving the cities. She noticed other angels then airborne and wanted to call out to them, ask them what was going on, but even then she could see the blackness in their eyes and see the hunger on their face. She watched in horror as other Dark angels ripped fellow neighbors apart. Eventually, Ve lanai had given in to the thirst and fed. Over the years she learned to control her thirst for humans. She absolutely hated it, and she hated what the Dark Angels had stood for. She began rebelling against them and killed any she found tracking humans. That was in the early days though. Much changed over the years and she herself had become a target. Ve lanai was forced into hiding from her actions, but still continued aiding humans. After many years passed, she simply became a legend, a story the Dark Angels told their offspring and her true name was forgotten. At least now she is able to roam freely without the thread of constantly being executed by her own kind as she had done before. Quote: Originally Posted by Lexa dis Username: Lexa dis Carolyn Sta cart +Description:Carolyn has blue eyes, golden blond curly, unruly hair with pretty pink lips and is pale in color. She has a slender body frame. + Species:Immortal + Age:She stopped aging when she was 18. But she has been on earth from the night Yggdrasil blossomed, and before that, as a human for a short 18 years. +Sex:Female + Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual. + Personality Description: Carolyn was a shy, sweet figure in the early days, when she had been a human. But being involved and have experienced every bit of the evil and chaos on earth from the time the destruction started, Carolyn's personality changed over time, making her stronger, more powerful and cruel to those she hated. She acts before she thinks, but is very patient when she has something to achieve. She can still be found kind-hearted and gentle at times, when she is among her own people. + Likes:Children, humans (but she doesn't near them much for the danger it may bring to them), shifters, singing and shooting arrows (though she hasn't got much chance to practice it much) and warm sunshine. + Dislikes:Dark Angels, Rain, Moody and arrogant personalities. + My story + Carolyn had a wonderful life. She had kind parents, a cute boyfriend and a baby sister no one could possibly hate. Carolyn had been playing around with her 8-year-old angelic sister Cassandra and her boyfriend Adrian. But Suddenly the skies lit up with lightening so intensifying that her little sister had come running up to her and hugging her slender frame. But Carolyn tried not to shake with fear herself, and tried to stay calm, soothing her sister saying that it was just a little bit of more lightening than the other rainy days. They ran for cover inside the house, but soon enough, the house was struck by lightening, and they ran outside in the rain. Carolyn remembered that the rain had been far more acidic than the other days, and her skin burned where it hit. She tried to cover Cassandra as much as she could, and ran for cover under a tree. But, as soon as it had come, the rain had stopped, but a strange fog had started to form. There was nothing that Carolyn could do, except to hug Adrian and Cassandra tight and waited, watching the transformations that were taking place. The fog affected all of them, and they started coughing, and then they heard the screams. The screams were so horrible that she and her sister screamed too. They were screams she had never heard before, agonizing, painful and tormenting, and they still haunted her, even after a hundred years had passed. They watched in horror as they saw Adrian transforming, and they backed away. Her sister dropped, dead or unconscious she couldn't say, and then she started screaming too. She fell, embraced by the darkness that seemed so eager to pull as many people as it could. She woke up sometime later, to be a bit more energetic than she had been, as she had freshly awakened without being affected by any of the chaos going on around her. Her first instinct was to search for baby Cassandra, and saw a horrible sight, so horrible that she ran screaming and hitting Adrian, with all her might. Adrian was devouring Cassandra, her sweet Cassandra. But the eyes she saw devouring her sister were not the eyes of her Adrian. They were black, emotionless except for the raw hunger that shown in his eyes, and he even had black wings around his body. She was flung away as fast as she had come running, and Adrian flew, leaving the dead body of Cassandra on the ground. Carolyn can remember the long time in which she felt the clock stop around herself, while she held her sister in her arms. But finally, she regained her composure and tried performing the ritual of burying her sister under the ground. She had no tools, and she was forced to leave her sister under a tree, while she ran away from all the strange creatures trying to hunt her down. Now Carolyn had learned that she was an immortal, but how eager would she be if she can give at least half of her ever-lasting life to reawaken her sister again! And from that day on, she had hated Dark Angels and what they had done to his boyfriend, and her sister in turn. She lived with her kind, and over the years she had learned to fight, and survive. And we are open! Don't be afraid to send me a PM and start your adventure here! The night air felt relaxing as it danced over the Dark Angel's skin. She had flown high in the sky, enjoying the warm air and the light of the moon. Up here, she could feel free, feel more alive and unafraid. The city below her was nothing by rumble and ash on the east and west side. The northern part of the city was rebuilt by her kind and was made to look rather elegant in such a destroyed world. The southern area was still mostly rumble, but smaller homes and markets had been built by the Shifters and the Immortals. She could make out people walking in and out of the market stalls, but from her altitude they looked like tiny moving smudges. She still couldn't believe how much the world had changed. Even just fifty years ago, every creature would be running for their homes right now, hiding in whatever shelter they could find because the Dark Angels came out to play at night. Now below her, she watched as a small get-together seemed to be taking place, and it looked rather joyful. The world was beginning to be happier now that her kind had controlled their handle. Now that they were becoming for docile, but they were still vicious and amused by the torment of other species. There were some Dark Angels that remembered their human sides and had become like herself, more human in personality. But the others were still bent on power and destruction of the human race for whatever reason. She still wondered about why the Dark Angels were created by the Yggdrasil. After all it was the tree of life and death, but the creation of the Angels brought an unbalanced amount of death throughout the entire world. Why would something like that be made, and why had she been chosen to be part of it? Her heart began to ache as she recalled that night so she quickly shook her head and went in for a landing in a small clearing away from the city. The night was too peaceful to have such violent memories replaying. Ve lanai slowly walked across the grassy field, her large, black feathered wings draped down her back like a thick curtain as she stretched and arms and then her legs. Her pale blue eyes wandered over to a large Yggdrasil tree, "That could be a nice place to nap." Carolyn had been watching two human children, around the age of 10 playing around by hiding beside a huge Yggdrasil tree which grew in a corner. But it was now getting dark, the pollution making the darkness enclose sooner than normal, blocking the sunlight before it could set. But who remembered what was to be normal, anyway? A very few did, her own kind and Dark Angels. Many humans had died since then, reproducing offspring while these children knew naught of the beautiful world that had been here before. But how lucky, she thought that these children were allowed to see at least a bit of the sunshine! Not more than 50 years ago were the humans running for their lives, never making an appearance, hiding in shadows and underground places where they could hide from the Dark Angels. The playing children were called off by their parents who had been sitting somewhere near them keeping an eye on the children, and they left to some underground place Carolyn had never gone. She sighed contentedly. Sights of children always made her happy, while it also brought raw pain and memories still fresh, that it sometimes seemed as her heart was bleeding. Not a single child should be harmed after what happened to me, she had thought when she had seen that some children had survived the destruction. No one should be made to feel the pain of losing someone who caught a special place in everyone's heart. This was also a reason why Carolyn kept watch over the human children whenever she could. Her own kind, in comparison to the humans were dull, with no children to entertain. But she knew more than enough to know that she wouldn't produce children, not while the Dark Angels were waiting for it, but she hoped that one day the world would be a peaceful and a happy place where she could sit in the green, like the olden days when she was still a human, and watch her children play. She wondered if the Yggdrasil tree of the myth was a truth, and wondered if there really was a tree, and how lucky if she could find it! At least then she would have a chance of producing children. Thinking all this to herself, Carolyn sat below the tree from which she had been looking at the children for some time. She closed her eyes, visualizing a beautiful calm place where she would be forever happy, a slight smile on playing her lips. Sitting beneath the giant Yggdrasil, Melina's thoughts began surrounding that night again. The memories still brought her pain as if it had just happened. Even though she was a Dark Angel, the memories from before affected her unlike it did most of the others. To them, she was odd, but they didn't remember why anymore. She stopped feeding off of humans then, and she has not had blood from one is many years. She knew that her life force would slowly die. Very slowly, that is. Dark Angels who no longer fed would age after so long and eventually perish. But that has yet to happen to any of her species. So, no one even knew how long before the process of aging would start and how long it would take to even affect the body. Melina stood, knowing that with the thoughts plaguing her, sleep would not come. She began wandering around the field and staring at the stars. Unlike in the cities, the sky was actually visible. There was less dust and less pollution in the air. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the moment of peace. But now what? After all these years, what would she do now? What can I do now? The thought bubbled over in her mind. The Dark Angel had been trying to figure out what to do next. More memories form her long past had been occupying her mind lately and some of those thoughts reflected around the time in her life where she slaughtered some of her own kind. Though it was unheard of to most, being an original she was able to take out some of the younger Dark Angels. Fewer angels in this world, the better chances humans had at surviving. She still hated her own species, and she still hated what she had done in the very early days. "Ugh!" Frustrated, Melina kicked at the ground. Her large, black wings spreading. But instead of flying, she just continued to walk. It had been a long time since she had even come across a human being, she wondered if there were any left in this cruel world. Carolyn was in a place where she had never been before. This strange place was beautiful and mesmerizing, the sunlight reflecting on every shiny surface, illuminating the whole place with bright white light. The grass underneath her feet was green, and she could see huge butterflies of varying colors. Birds sang, and the whole place was filled with laughter and happy voices. The only way Carolyn could describe it was.heavenly. Am I dead? Am I in heaven? Was her first thought. But then she realized with a pang of sadness that she will never die. She will never know what heaven would look like, unless her soul is devoured by a dark angel. But then, will I go to heaven after that? She wondered. It was too much to hope for. As she looked around once more, she noticed Adrian and Cassandra sitting near her, eating their sandwich with peaceful looks on their faces. "Aren't you having a bite of your sandwich, Cass?" asked her little sister. "Oh yes. I'm eating." she said, smiling and had a bite. It was a merry day, and there were a lot of people around her. Real people, smiling, laughing, talking or playing. Then they decided to play catchers, and Adrian was the first catcher. "Game's on!" he shouted while she and Cassandra ran, squealing, the wind hitting their faces as they ran. Her sister was slower, and Adrian caught her. "Gotcha!" he shouted, and Carolyn laughed, turning around. And then she screamed. Carolyn looked, unable to move nor shut he eyes from the sight before her. "Cass! Cass!" she dimly heard her sister shouting and struggling. The bright, warm day had now changed to a day full of lightening flashing around, and people running for cover everywhere. Then she saw all the people who had been there turning into grotesque forms, screaming, wailing and becoming demon angels, while some were dying. She saw Adrian himself transform, and with a look full of hunger, he was eating her baby sister. Carolyn screamed, her own scream mingling with the other screams that she couldn't tell her own scream. She ran forward, trying to save Cassandra but however much she moved Adrian didn't seem to come near her. The more she ran, the further he seemed to be moving. At last, with a final, horrible scream, Cassandra felt limp in his arms, while Carolyn could only scream. Carolyn woke up, her own scream filling the night, her arms flailing and sweat dripping from her brows. It was then that she realized that all this time she had been dreaming. Carolyn heaved a sigh of relief. But she couldn't get rid of the sight she had witnessed in her dreams burning and flashing before her eyes vividly. There seemed to be no one around her, and she let out a sigh of relief. She sank back in the tree while her heart slowed down to breathing rhythmically. The cool night breeze brushed her face, removing the little hairs that had plastered on her face. She got up, and decided to go home. It had been a long night. As she continued to walk along the grassy field, a scream filled Eliana's ears. Curious, the Dark Angel picked up her pace and headed towards the direction of the sound. The thought of some poor soul being targeted by a Dark Angel bubbled in her mind like thick lava. What if... No. No, don't think that. She thought to herself. With a small push, Melina's wings stretched powerfully and lifted her into the air. The large black feathers dancing as the wing rushed over them. Flying was much faster than walking, but Melina was tiring down from a long day of it already. Exhausted she forced herself to land again, but this time she landed on a large tree branch. Perched high up, the Dark Angel spotted what must have been the source of the scream. A human!? No, no. An Immortal. It's been awhile. Awhile didn't cut it, not really. Melina hadn't been in contact with any other living creature in months. She had dedicated her time into learning more about the lands, the trees, and was attempting to discover the locations of humans. But she wasn't aiming to kill or betray their location, but to give them aid. A long time ago, the Dark Angel had been a spy for a group of humans that secretly lived near one of the large cities left. She would often gather food and supplies for them during the day so no one would go without and no other species would become suspicious. But one suspicious mind was all it took. That was over forty years ago now. Melina also searched for a cure, or an answer to what had happened, but was having absolutely no luck. Studying the Immortal from the tree, the Dark Angel silently folded her wings down against her back and lowered herself to another branch closer to the ground. The Immortal was a female, petite with wild hair. Reliant often wondered what it must have been like to be an Immortal. That girl was much closer to human than Melina ever would be anymore. (Sorry it took so long. I am trying to get others to join. Am really hoping more will pile in overtime!) Food had been incredibly scarce for some time. A hunter was lucky if he or she found enough to completely feed one small family. Everyone in the home was becoming easily irritated because of the increasing hunger they were feeling. The children were starting to fall ill at a faster rate than before. All in all, things were not looking so good for the humans in the home where Dana lived. The Leaders were sending out hunters at a more frequent rate in hopes of finding anything edible but to find anything the hunters were forced to search further and further away from the entrances each time they were sent out. This meant they were longer gone and risked quite a bit to attain this food. However, any half-decent hunter would not mind the risk as they were well aware of how important their job was. Dana was more than a half-decent hunter though but took only little pride in finding the home whatever food they could gather. Her goals were different from most hunters. She wanted to strike the cause at it's core. Not just treat the symptoms. As she scoured the tree line of the forest, by now a good bit away from the tunnel entrance, she let out a heavy sigh. She was tense as she knew she was dangerously close to open fields and that always unnerved her as she knew better than most of her fellow hunters how fast this world's top predators could swoop down from the sky. She walked easily over the uneven ground, as if her feet barely even touched it. Furthermore, she was silent and fast. Just as the rest of the group of hunters she had come out with this evening, although it was unusually late for even hunters to leave the home this late, she was searching for any nuts, fruits, berries or the like that she could find. Even an animal or two would have been great, but those were considered more as food you had when you had a feast, which was a very rare thing among the humans now. In the stories the elders told the humans who lived in the Age before the Trees had all sorts of feasts for all sorts of things. Dana had no idea what things that might be, but she knew she sure would like to experience a feast someday. The sound of a scream not too far nor too close to her brought the young huntress out of her wandering thoughts, and she instantly jumped up on the nearest branch, hiding among the branches of the tree it belonged to while carefully listening into the silent evening. A slight breeze ruffled the leaves gently, creating a soothing sound. It did not hide the sound of feathers against the air nor the rustle of wings as something took off. It must have been something big, judging by the sound, and it made Dana turn to where it came from, to see a human shape with wings fly off to what she roughly estimated to be the direction of the scream. Seeing that filled her veins with ice as she feared for whoever had screamed. It sent her into a mad run in the same direction that the Dark Angel had taken off in, and she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She sacrificed a large amount of her stealth for speed and flew through the bushes and in between trees. As she thought she was nearing her destination she slowed down again, catching her breath while at the same time becoming more stealthy, silently sneaking behind tree trunks and crawling through bushes. As she looked up she saw that it was a Tree she was in front of. Not the ordinary trees but the Trees responsible for bringing the Dark Angels into this world. That much most humans knew about them. She hid in a bush that was right beside her and peeked through the leaves. She could not see the Dark Angel anywhere, but she saw what she thought was a young human girl, looking to be roughly around Dana's age, starting to walk away from the Tree. Dana stayed where she was as there seemed to be no danger to the girl but dared not move, just in case this is where the Dark Angel had been headed. If it were to attack that girl, maybe Dana could give her a shot at escaping by the distracting the Dark Angel with arrows and whatever else she could come up with. Dana readied her bow just in case.

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🪷 The White Lotus [OOC]

(is where you can discuss all things The White Lotus (or TWL for short) in an Out Of Character fashion. Feel free to plan and plot here, to ask questions about the game, to post ideas for events and shenanigans for the game, etc. Please keep conversation revolving around the RP and avoid delving into conversation that might be too personal, political commentary, and controversial takes. We want to spread the drama in the game, but not in the IOC.(the Resort (Sheets (the Resort (Thread (Media (Hi everyone! You again?STALKER! STALKER!>:) XD Hello! I have been working on my own character sheets today as well as an IC thread. I know I will make an "at the resort" thread, but I was wondering if people might want some sort of thread for "travel" so that, if you wanted to, you could write a scene describing the travel to the resort. Does that seem unnecessary, though? Or do you think that would be beneficial to have for most people? Personally, I tank that could be covered in folks' first posts, if they wanted to do that. (I know I do) Quote from: Prolific on 15-02-2023, 21:48:50Hello! I have been working on my own character sheets today as well as an IC thread. I know I will make an "at the resort" thread, but I was wondering if people might want some sort of thread for "travel" so that, if you wanted to, you could write a scene describing the travel to the resort. Does that seem unnecessary, though? Or do you think that would be beneficial to have for most people? Hmmmm. I could see a "Before" thread in case anyone wanted to make posts about what happened before the resort (including the travel), but I wouldn't imagine it would get many posts. Did you have a date that everyone is arriving? Will they be arriving together like they do in the series? Hello everybody. :)I second Blue's suggestion and questions. :) Quote from: Nowhere woman on 15-02-2023, 21:52:43Personally, I tank that could be covered in folks' first posts, if they wanted to do that. (I know I do)That's true, and makes sense! We'll go with that. Quote from: virtual blue on 15-02-2023, 22:09:15Hmmmm. I could see a "Before" thread in case anyone wanted to make posts about what happened before the resort (including the travel), but I wouldn't imagine it would get many posts. Did you have a date that everyone is arriving? Will they be arriving together like they do in the series? Might be best to wait and see if others are interested in a 'before' thread, because I could see that going either way; being popular, and being not so popular, lol. I did have a date in mind. I was thinking that we'd start with Saturday, April 1st, 2023, and I'd probably open the whole weekend for people to post in. Furthermore, I don't mind if people arrive at different times, though. Furthermore, I feel like it's probably not worth trying to coordinate a 'posting order' when we could really just post as we desire and take it from there. :-) I have finished our two main threads! At the Resort (the Resort (free to start posting in whenever you like. If you would like to do any scenes that take place before the vacation, which is set to begin April 1st, 2023, please let me know. If you only wish to post about the plane ride/boat ride over to the resort, you can post that in either Outside the Resort or At the Resort. If your character is going to be arriving at the resort by the end of your first post, then go I'd post them At the Resort. If you plan to do a bit of a scene for the travel over, I'd post that Outside the Resort. If these threads get clogged eventually, I am more than open to creating more threads eventually. But for now, this felt like an easy way to dissect the game. If anyone wants to add a location to either thread, just let me know! I have no issue with a shopping center or a coffee place being added to the Outside the Resort thread, but I did do some research to keep all the locations and the entire layout close as close to accurate as possible, so please don't make up a Starbucks on the corner if there isn't one there. I am looking very forward to getting started with you all! Furthermore, I will be posting a short post in just a moment, which will have our first NPC checking people in. Valentina is the Manager of The White Lotus and takes her job very seriously. Hers is the first face you see when you walk into the lobby! Anyone who wishes to check in is completely allowed to 'god mod' checking in, getting their room key, and getting help with their bags. Please don't write dialogue for Valentina. If you wish to do a short scene with her, I'm more than willing to write it out. Just let me know! Woo! Foot! :) Let's get it! Hello everyone! Mel, would it be fine if Peter has been staying at the White Lotus for something like a week before the start of RP? Quote from: Heartsick on 16-02-2023, 23:04:39Let's get it! Hello everyone! Mel, would it be fine if Peter has been staying at the White Lotus for something like a week before the start of RP? Yep! Perfectly acceptable! > Hulloooooooooooo! Quote from: Horizon on 17-02-2023, 01:03:17Hulloooooooooooo! Hello, Horizon! :)I'd love to have Monica meet Em sometime. Yeah! Let's make it happen! >:) Quote from: Horizon on 17-02-2023, 01:34:01Yeah! Let's make it happen! Sgt;:)Delightful! :) Both of them are staff, so maybe Em comes to Monica (who commonly goes by Nina here) because she wants some music for her water aerobics class or some other activity she has on her agenda? That sounds perfect! Let's pick a day and get 'er going! Need a sick soundtrack to get those old ladies moving in the pool. Quote from: Horizon on 17-02-2023, 02:07:49That sounds perfect! Let's pick a day and get 'er going! Need a sick soundtrack to get those old ladies moving in the pool. Well, no time like the present, so maybe in the morning of April 1st? :) Which of us should post first? Hellooooooooooooooooo all! Character number one is posted up and ready for some pottage! Hello hello! My first character is up and is open for plotting! Two more to follow soon (: Quote from: Sloane on 17-02-2023, 03:39:04hello hello! My first character is up and is open for plotting! Two more to follow soon (:Monica is a fellow musician on staff (a keyboardist actually :)), so the two could probably find some things in common. Sorry, just realized I forgot to put the tagging on my move. Was rushing to get it done before work. Whew, all of my characters are posted in the CS thread! If anybody wants connections, just reach out! But for now, I'm off to bed! Buona note! Quote from: Yukon on 17-02-2023, 03:53:07Monica is a fellow musician on staff (a keyboardist actually :)), so the two could probably find some things in common. Ooh absolutely! Val gets on quite quickly with anyone who has any kind of inclination toward music. (: Quote from: Sloane on 17-02-2023, 05:37:40ooh absolutely! Val gets on quite quickly with anyone who has any kind of inclination toward music. (:Perfect! :) Hey all! My second character is up! Giancarlo is a maintenance worker at the resort, so I'd love some Staff connections! He is, frankly, a bit of a 'limbo' but is always willing to help out! I am off to the office today, but I will try and get some PMs out, but feel free to beat me to the punch! My next two characters are up and open for connections! OOO, so many staffers! We should have a paaaaaaaaaaaaartyyyyyyyy. Or at the very least a White Lotus sanctioned pizza party lunch to keep up morale and stave off requests for pay raises and vacations. Quote from: Horizon on 17-02-2023, 16:26:23Oooo, so many staffers! We should have a paaaaaaaaaaaaartyyyyyyyy. Or at the very least a White Lotus sanctioned pizza party lunch to keep up morale and stave off requests for pay raises and vacations. This! :) Giancarlo is very “thumbs up” for pizza party! Quote from: Horizon on 17-02-2023, 16:26:23Oooo, so many staffers! We should have a paaaaaaaaaaaaartyyyyyyyy. Or at the very least a White Lotus sanctioned pizza party lunch to keep up morale and stave off requests for pay raises and vacations. Pizza is one of Gillette's favorite things! But then Sharon Naples. Quote from: virtual blue on 17-02-2023, 16:30:41Pizza is one of Gillette's favorite things! But then she is from Naples. I was thinking Domino's, but after a quick Google search, apparently they got tomatoes thrown at them and had to leave the country. I GUESS there can be authentic stuff... Quote from: Horizon on 17-02-2023, 16:45:35I was thinking Domino's, but after a quick Google search, apparently they got tomatoes thrown at them and had to leave the country. I GUESS there can be authentic stuff... So the pizza party might get up to a 2-star event then, lol? :) Giancarlo: Dominoes? *dies in Italian*LOL As far as connections with Peter go, any character is welcome to recognize him or not! Can come and ask for selfies, etc. he'll oblige for his fans Also if there's any winery tour expedition organized by the hotel, then he'll likely sign up for that Otherwise he'll mostly be hanging around the hotel at the pool, sauna, spa, massage areas Quote from: Horizon on 17-02-2023, 16:26:23Oooo, so many staffers! We should have a paaaaaaaaaaaaartyyyyyyyy. Or at the very least a White Lotus sanctioned pizza party lunch to keep up morale and stave off requests for pay raises and vacations.LOL, that IS the only reason for work place morale, after all. I like the idea of a pizza party! Quote from: Swashbuckler on 17-02-2023, 17:06:14Giancarlo: Dominoes? *dies in Italian*LOLOL, we would NEVER. Quote from: Heartsick on 17-02-2023, 18:12:14As far as connections with Peter go, any character is welcome to recognize him or not! Can come and ask for selfies, etc. he'll oblige for his fans Also if there's any winery tour expedition organized by the hotel, then he'll likely sign up for that Otherwise he'll mostly be hanging around the hotel at the pool, sauna, spa, massage areas'll definitely have Chloe recognize him because that is too fun to pass up! As far as winery tours, I could certainly see the hotel offering a shuttle bus to a nearby town to go and do that. Otherwise, there are many bars nearby and characters are more than welcome to explore the nightlife. Funny thing, the hotel that they used to film TWL doesn't actually have a spa... and I just realized today that I had to find a spa image to stick in, lol. Glad I found something that works. If anyone else finds more pics that they would like to use for massage areas, please feel free to let me know. It's hard to find stuff that matches the decor. I just put up asocial Media(thread! I've also added a little image that shows the average weather for April in Sicily, Italy. It's on the first page of both IC threads (At the Resort and Outside the Resort). But I'll include it below just so everyone can see it:(Let us help you with your bags!(Quote from: Swashbuckler on 18-02-2023, 02:05:07Let us help you with your bags!(It's just a coincidence. :) I think I will make one last thread, which will be for GM Events in game. They will all be optional, but it might be nice to put specific events in one thread all together. Like, this work pizza party can go there, and the wedding taking place on Tuesday, April 2nd, can go there as well. Also, I am looking to drop my characters into play this weekend. If anyone needs a scene to jump into and has not yet posted in, or wants more interaction in their scene, please let me know. Maybe we can work something out, or I can start an open scene and anyone who needs a scene is welcome to post in! Armand Jaxxon is up (#msg16407338). He's great for hookups and just having fun especially. He just does what feels good and is skeptical about relationships. Friendships are great too of course. Or friends with benefits. >.>Feel free to PM me. Hi, Rustic. :) Hey Yukon! I hope you've been well. :) Yup! How about you? Quote from: Rustic on 19-02-2023, 02:45:19Yup! How about you? Glad to hear it. :)I've been here and there, but I'm holding on. Yaaaaaaaay people! Emily is around for any guests that need something (or someone lol JK... mostly) to do! That's her job. Also, are we serious about a staff thing? I don't think it has to be a major event deal or anything. Just an excuse for staff members to get together. Maybe the resort sets up a thing as a pre-thank you for the upcoming super-duper busy wedding that's coming up! I'm still down for the staff thing. :) Also, we still need to discuss the aerobics music, Horizon. Maybe they coordinate at that pizza party? Quote from: Yukon on 19-02-2023, 04:24:27I'm still down for the staff thing. :) Also, we still need to discuss the aerobics music, Horizon. Maybe they coordinate at that pizza party?(into that! Quote from: Horizon on 19-02-2023, 04:40:32(into that! Perfect! :) Quote from: Horizon on 19-02-2023, 04:22:58Yaaaaaaaay people! Emily is around for any guests that need something (or someone lol JK... mostly) to do! That's her job.(now... Quote from: Horizon on 19-02-2023, 04:22:58Yaaaaaaaay people! Emily is around for any guests that need something (or someone lol JK... mostly) to do! That's her job. Also, are we serious about a staff thing? I don't think it has to be a major event deal or anything. Just an excuse for staff members to get together. Maybe the resort sets up a thing as a pre-thank you for the upcoming super-duper busy wedding that's coming up! Yesss. I have a GM Event thread in the works. Hoping to finish it and open it up tomorrow. Would people be interested in starting it now, or waiting for our first scenes to wrap up? I'm definitely interested in it starting now. :) Gillette would be up for a staff scene. Maybe set it a day or two(?) before the starting scene, so it doesn't run into anything? Quote from: Yukon on 19-02-2023, 04:57:15I'm definitely interested in it starting now. :)Quote from: virtual blue on 19-02-2023, 15:17:03Giulietta would be up for a staff scene. Maybe set it a day or two(?) before the starting scene, so it doesn't run into anything? I just set up the GM Event thread and I have the pizza party set to take place on April 1st, between 7 and 8 PM. Does this work for everyone? Quote from: Prolific on 19-02-2023, 15:28:41I just set up the GM Event thread and I have the pizza party set to take place on April 1st, between 7 and 8 PM. Does this work for everyone? Works for Em! She's only entertaining a goofy celeb she doesn't even recognize so she'll get rid of him by then. The only concern is, as Blue pointed out, the possibility of it running up against guest interactions, since we have folks arriving on the 1st. Might make sense to set it on the night before? Quote from: Nowhere woman on 19-02-2023, 15:33:49The only concern is, as Blue pointed out, the possibility of it running up against guest interactions, since we have folks arriving on the 1st. Might make sense to set it on the night before? That's a good idea. That way, it's before the rush of spring breakers and no one should be tied up with other scenes. We'll set the pizza party for Sunday, March 31st from 7-8 PM. Here is the link to the GM Event thread (Anyone with a Staff character is welcome to start posting there as soon as I write up my post to set the scene! BTW, Glamonatrix is an AWESOME act name :D Quote from: Nowhere woman on 19-02-2023, 16:40:17BTW, Glamonatrix is an AWESOME act name :Seconded! :) Might actually have to steal it for a City of Villains names... Quote from: Nowhere woman on 19-02-2023, 16:40:17BTW, Glamonatrix is an AWESOME act name :Thank you! I wish I could take credit - but it's her REAL event :) I just borrowed it for game's sake ... though if anyone want to help edit some pics for me, I might just love you forever! Quote from: Yukon on 19-02-2023, 16:55:20Seconded! :)Again, thank you! Xoxo You guys are awesome ... check this out! (Quote from: Prolific on 17-02-2023, 20:01:06I'll definitely have Chloe recognize him because that is too fun to pass up! Haha whenever you want a scene between them let me know Quote from: Prolific on 17-02-2023, 20:01:06As far as winery tours, I could certainly see the hotel offering a shuttle bus to a nearby town to go and do that. Otherwise, there are many bars nearby and characters are more than welcome to explore the nightlife. Sounds good! Quote from: Janis on 19-02-2023, 20:29:08Again, thank you! Xoxo You guys are awesome ... check this out! (:) Quote from: Nowhere woman on 19-02-2023, 16:56:36Might actually have to steal it for a City of Villains names...*looks into real estate*I have dropped Giancarlo into the Staff party, if anyone would like to know him who I have not talked to yet, let me know! Otherwise, he can be that big guy you see....doing stuff XD Hey yeah - if anyone has an RP idea or wants to meet one of my characters etc ... just hit me up! I love to make friends and get into all sorts of stuff with my characters :) I accidentally had the translations set to French in that first gm post, but I'm going to roll with it, lol. :) Wrote open SCENE (#msg16408170)in the Gardens forANYONEto jump in with their character(s) if interested Whee, Emily has arrived at the staff party and will eventually make the rounds, me thinks. And of course open for anything else if anyone else has ideas! Quote from: Heartsick on 20-02-2023, 01:06:42Wrote an OPEN SCENE (#msg16408170) in the Gardens for ANYONE to jump in with their character(s) if interested will have Chloe posted up later today for you! Also planning to finally post Danny into the mix later today as well! I just need to take some time to do a few other things before I can get to the posties for the day. Hope you're all enjoying your Mondays!(Woo! I think I am all caught up and got all the posts out that I meant to get out today. I shouldn't owe anything in this game any more (at least as of right now)! Let me know if I forgot anything, please! I was going to work on the NPCs for the wedding, but Heartsick asked if someone could create a bride/groom playable character in the Recruitment thread, so I wanted to ask; does anyone want to take on the role of the bride and/or the groom for the planned wedding event to take place on Sunday, April 2nd, 2023? Please let me know asap! Hmm, not sure. Would it cut into our character limit? Quote from: Rustic on 21-02-2023, 14:11:42Hmm, not sure. Would it cut into our character limit? Well, you can make NPCs without it cutting it into your character limit. But playable characters would be a part of your character total. Ah okay, don't have room then. Hmmmmmmm… I wouldn’t mind making the bride IF AND ONLY IF no new folks want to do it and the bride’s better half is totally down, too Otherwise I’ll keep to Emily and her wildness. Quote from: Prolific on 21-02-2023, 12:06:01Good morning! I was going to work on the NPCs for the wedding, but Heartsick asked if someone could create a bride/groom playable character in the Recruitment thread, so I wanted to ask; does anyone want to take on the role of the bride and/or the groom for the planned wedding event to take place on Sunday, April 2nd, 2023? Please let me know asap! I'd be interested in playing a guest character associated with the wedding, either the bride or the groom (no preference on either, I think it'd be fun either way), or someone else like a relative of the groom/bride have a few characters in my drafts/archives that I could easily convert for the game to fit >:) Quote from: Horizon on 21-02-2023, 17:28:45Hmmmmmmm… I wouldn’t mind making the bride IF AND ONLY IF no new folks want to do it and the bride’s better half is totally down, too Otherwise I’ll keep to Emily and her wildness. Quote from: Heartsick on 21-02-2023, 17:35:37I'd be interested in playing a guest character associated with the wedding, either the bride or the groom (no preference on either, I think it'd be fun either way), or someone else like a relative of the groom/bride have a few characters in my drafts/archives that I could easily convert for the game to fit Sgt;:)I have already written a couple of details for the bride that might somewhat limit anyone else from 'creating your own character' to fill the role. The same is true for the groom. Making the bride and groom GM controlled NPCs is probably the safest bet for continuity. But I am more than willing to let people create NPCs who are in the wedding party or invited guests. Bridesmaids are welcome, groomsmen are welcome, and family of either the bride or groom would be welcome. Let me know if any of that interests you, and I'd just need a basic run down of the details; an image for reference, a character name, and a brief description of them and their connection to the wedding. I know Jaxxon is there for the wedding. I guess it depends on whom the bride and groom are and how he's connected, he might even be on the wedding party if he knows them well enough. Quote from: Prolific on 21-02-2023, 19:33:04I have already written a couple of details for the bride that might somewhat limit anyone else from 'creating your own character' to fill the role. The same is true for the groom. Making the bride and groom GM controlled NPCs is probably the safest bet for continuity. But I am more than willing to let people create NPCs who are in the wedding party or invited guests. Bridesmaids are welcome, groomsmen are welcome, and family of either the bride or groom would be welcome. Let me know if any of that interests you, and I'd just need a basic run down of the details; an image for reference, a character name, and a brief description of them and their connection to the wedding. Are the bride and groom Italian? Quote from: Rustic on 21-02-2023, 19:47:48I know Jaxxon is there for the wedding. I guess it depends on whom the bride and groom are and how he's connected, he might even be on the wedding party if he knows them well enough. The connection to the bride is through Twitch. The connection to the groom is through his Podcast. It's up to you if Jaxxon is close enough to Tony to be a groomsman. Quote from: virtual blue on 21-02-2023, 19:50:29Are the bride and groom Italian? The groom, Tony, is Italian. They are having a destination wedding because his entire Italian family wanted to be a part of it. Maybe it would be best for me to do a write-up of my thoughts about the bride and groom for everyone? Yeah, a write-up would be great. Yeah, I could see him knowing the bride well and becoming friends of the groom via the bride. Close enough that Jaxxon is a groomsman. Oooh is there a bachelor party? Or it might have passed already. Quote from: Prolific on 21-02-2023, 20:01:53The connection to the bride is through Twitch. The connection to the groom is through his Podcast. It's up to you if Jaxxon is close enough to Tony to be a groomsman. The groom, Tony, is Italian. They are having a destination wedding because his entire Italian family wanted to be a part of it. Maybe it would be best for me to do a write-up of my thoughts about the bride and groom for everyone? That would be excellent. I've thought about Gillette's grifter sister showing up as one of the wedding party's date. The Wedding Information(Bride is named Tess Holloway, and she is famous from Twitch, where she streams regularly. Her Twitch handle name is Hostess, which is a play on the word hostess. Every time she begins a stream, she starts by saying; "Hello, and welcome to the stream. I am your hostess." She got famous by dressing up in cosplay outfits and showing off for her audience. Most of the time, she was in the Just Chatting genre of Twitch, but once in a while she would stream herself trying out various things like cosmetics, skincare, and even food. Due to her fame, she decided to start an OnlyFans, which took off in popularity in no time at all. At first, she only filmed herself wearing lingerie and adult cosplay outfits, but the audience's demands grew by the day. Eventually she filmed herself having sex with a man. Though she kept his identity private, internet sleuths were quick to figure out that he was another internet personality. The Groom is named Tony Donatucci, and he is famous for his podcast, called Why Not. The name for the show came from spelling Tony backwards; y not. His podcast often features guests who he doesn't waste time interviewing, but rather just hangs out with. The duo will eat snacks and react to viral videos together. They often take part in internet challenges, which are fun for the audience to watch; The Whisper Challenge, Try Not to Laugh Challenge, Hot Ones Challenge, etc. He preferred to keep his personal life private and his internet life public, but that came with a lot of difficulty. His fans had assumed that he was single for many years, until an OnlyFans video leaked and another creator's audience started to piece together that Tony was either hooking up with or dating Tess. Rather than allowing the internet gossip to ruin their relationship, they embraced it, and Tony proposed to Tess during a podcast episode in which he called her live and popped the question. Their fans were so happy for them and proud of them for finally making their three-year relationship public. Tess invited all of her Twitch supporters, friends, and fans to come to the wedding, knowing that many of them would not be able to afford the trip. However, during her time online, she had made plenty of true friends and asked a number of women creators to be bridesmaids in her wedding party. Tony took a page from her book and invited many men who he shared his podcast stage with to the wedding as groomsmen. The pair also had close, personal friends who were not internet famous, who they wished to include in the wedding party as well. The destination wedding to Italy was predetermined for them, considering Tony's extended Italian family had made him promise to get married in Italy. So, the happy bride and groom are set to be wed on Sunday, April 2nd, 2023. The ceremony is due to start at 4 PM, followed by family gathering and pictures. Dinner and the open bar will be made available by 6 PM, and all hotel guests are invited to stop by. Dancing and music will begin at 7 PM. All guests are welcome to stay until 10 PM which is when staff must begin their extensive clean-up process. At the end of the night, the newlyweds will retire to their suite for the night, and it is expected that they will not be seen or heard from again until the following morning at the very earliest. If you wish to be a part of the wedding party, you have the option of making either a playable character or an NPC. Keep in mind that a playable character will use up one of your three allotted character slots. But, an NPC will not take up a character slot. For the time being, I am only willing to allow writers to make one NPC who will be a direct part of the wedding. If you are interested, please let me know here in the IOC. I am not planning to start the wedding scene until the pizza party scene is over! I'd be interested in making a playable character for (one of) Tony's sister(s). Would that be cool? From the information above, I assume he's Italian-American with a lot of his extended family still in Italy, correct? Where is he from in the US? Quote from: Heartsick on 22-02-2023, 01:30:03I'd be interested in making a playable character for (one of) Tony's sister(s). Would that be cool? From the information above, I assume he's Italian-American with a lot of his extended family still in Italy, correct? Where is he from in the US? Correct. They both reside in Los Angeles, California. Tony is Italian-American. Tess is a Californian, born and raised. She is an American and has been for several generations. I'm very much okay with you making an NPC for one of Tony's sisters. Just let me see an image you'll use, or an FC name you'll use, and a brief history of the character, whenever you get it whipped together! Quote from: Prolific on 22-02-2023, 01:43:23Correct. They both reside in Los Angeles, California. Tony is Italian-American. Tess is a Californian, born and raised. She is an American and has been for several generations. I'm very much okay with you making an NPC for one of Tony's sisters. Just let me see an image you'll use, or an FC name you'll use, and a brief history of the character, whenever you get it whipped together! Okie, I'm going to send you a CS since I wanted to make her a PC, not a NPC :P Quote from: Heartsick on 22-02-2023, 05:16:46Okie, I'm going to send you a CS since I wanted to make her a PC, not a NPC :Got it! Sorry, I was tired last night. Quote from: Prolific on 22-02-2023, 12:56:36Got it! XD Sorry, I was tired last night. Hehe no worries :Rejoice everyone 'cause Bibi (#msg16410414) joined the mix >:) muhahaha Quote from: Heartsick on 22-02-2023, 18:49:39Hehe no worries :Rejoice everyone 'cause Bibi (#msg16410414) joined the mix Sgt;:) muhahahaBibi is fantastic. Jaxxon is a groomsman so maybe they know each other, or can get to know each other >.> If anyone wants one of my two (or I can make a 3rd still as an employee) - let me know! Quote from: Rustic on 22-02-2023, 19:42:49Bibi is fantastic. Jaxxon is a groomsman so maybe they know each other, or can get to know each other Sgt;.Sgt;Sure, mate, hmm I think it'd depend on when Jax and Tony became friends. If they've been friends for a long time then as Tony's sister, Bibi and Jax would definitely know each other relatively well, and if not then at the very least acquainted :P Quote from: Heartsick on 22-02-2023, 22:53:52Sure, mate, hmm I think it'd depend on when Jax and Tony became friends. If they've been friends for a long time then as Tony's sister, Bibi and Jax would definitely know each other relatively well, and if not then at the very least acquainted :PI wrote that Jaxxon has been online friends with Tess and Tony for a bit, and he's gone to visit them and went on a trip with them once. But doesn't mean he knows his sister. They could meet for the first time at the wedding too. Quote from: Rustic on 22-02-2023, 22:56:29I wrote that Jaxxon has been online friends with Tess and Tony for a bit, and he's gone to visit them and went on a trip with them once. But doesn't mean he knows his sister. They could meet for the first time at the wedding too. Ohh alright, well we can go with a first meeting at White Lotus, I think that'd be fun too! I am going to plop Courtney in an open scene. ANYONE is welcome to join her! Tossed Beatrice at the pool in an OPEN SCENE (#msg16411669) if anyone wants to throw a character or two or more at her Mel, what are the spa's open hours by the way? :) I'm trying to get a feel for what Monica's schedule looks like (especially when some of the open scenes look delightful! :)). Quote from: Yukon on 24-02-2023, 05:48:48Mel, what are the spa's open hours by the way? :) I'm trying to get a feel for what Monica's schedule looks like (especially when some of the open scenes look delightful! :)). I suppose I would give them standard business hours. 8 AM - 5 PM with an hour off for lunch between 12 PM and 1 PM. Quote from: Heartsick on 24-02-2023, 05:12:09Tossed Beatrice at the pool in an OPEN SCENE (#msg16411669) if anyone wants to throw a character or two or more at her Danny should be there to lifeguard... >_> But I don't want to hoard all of your open scenes, LOL. Quote from: Prolific on 24-02-2023, 11:45:01I suppose I would give them standard business hours. 8 AM - 5 PM with an hour off for lunch between 12 PM and 1 PM. Noted! :) Thank you. Quote from: Prolific on 24-02-2023, 12:43:37Danny should be there to lifeguard... Sgt;_Sgt; But I don't want to hoard all of your open scenes, LOL. Danny boy can enjoy the view from a distance ;) How close is the outdoor spa to the outdoor pool, Mel? :) Forgot to mention, my character Saving (#msg16412167) is available to play with. Especially if you want a massage. >.> Quote from: Heartsick on 25-02-2023, 22:40:07Danny boy can enjoy the view from a distance ;)Noted! >Quote from: Yukon on 25-02-2023, 22:51:57How close is the outdoor spa to the outdoor pool, Mel? :)For our purposes, since there is no actual photo to use for reference, we'll just say that the outdoor spa is 'around the corner' from the outdoor pool. So, imagine the terrace that one has to walk on to get to the pool, just imagine that goes around a corner of the resort, and there's the spa. Quote from: Rustic on 26-02-2023, 05:00:02Forgot to mention, my character Saving (#msg16412167) is available to play with. Especially if you want a massage. Sgt;.Sgt;I'm sure one of my characters could use a massage... Quote from: Prolific on 26-02-2023, 12:55:17For our purposes, since there is no actual photo to use for reference, we'll just say that the outdoor spa is 'around the corner' from the outdoor pool. So, imagine the terrace that one has to walk on to get to the pool, just imagine that goes around a corner of the resort, and there's the spa. Noted! :) Thank you. I'm in the thoughts for a 3rd (would-be employee) character ... if anyone has ideas or pairings or anything, hit me up :) Quote from: Janis on 27-02-2023, 01:36:25I'm in the thoughts for a 3rd (would-be employee) character ... if anyone has ideas or pairings or anything, hit me up :) Ohh, throwing random ideas but maybe a housekeeper or a waiter? Quote from: Heartsick on 27-02-2023, 02:38:24Ohh, throwing random ideas but maybe a housekeeper or a waiter? A house waiter. Quote from: Horizon on 27-02-2023, 04:30:25A house waiter.(Bear with me, all. I went into the clinic today, and it turns out that I have a stomach ulcer. So, I'm on medicine to try and heal that, and my recovery might impact my posting speed a bit. I'll try my best to keep up with you all, though! Quote from: Prolific on 27-02-2023, 05:44:55Bear with me, all. I went into the clinic today, and it turns out that I have a stomach ulcer. So, I'm on medicine to try and heal that, and my recovery might impact my posting speed a bit. I'll try my best to keep up with you all, though! Lt;3Ack! If there’s something that some goofy internet stranger can do for you, let me know! Quote from: Prolific on 27-02-2023, 05:44:55Bear with me, all. I went into the clinic today, and it turns out that I have a stomach ulcer. So, I'm on medicine to try and heal that, and my recovery might impact my posting speed a bit. I'll try my best to keep up with you all, though! Lt;3Aww :(I hope you feel better soon, Mel. Aw, Mel, that sucks :(Feel better! Hope they can treat it easily. Quote from: Prolific on 27-02-2023, 05:44:55Bear with me, all. I went into the clinic today, and it turns out that I have a stomach ulcer. So, I'm on medicine to try and heal that, and my recovery might impact my posting speed a bit. I'll try my best to keep up with you all, though! Lt;3Ouch! :-\ Take all the time you need and speedy recovery! Quote from: Prolific on 27-02-2023, 05:44:55Bear with me, all. I went into the clinic today, and it turns out that I have a stomach ulcer. So, I'm on medicine to try and heal that, and my recovery might impact my posting speed a bit. I'll try my best to keep up with you all, though! Lt;3Hope you get to feeling better soon!blue Quote from: Prolific on 27-02-2023, 05:44:55Bear with me, all. I went into the clinic today, and it turns out that I have a stomach ulcer. So, I'm on medicine to try and heal that, and my recovery might impact my posting speed a bit. I'll try my best to keep up with you all, though! Lt;3Feel better soon! Quote from: Horizon on 27-02-2023, 12:07:43Ack! If there’s something that some goofy internet stranger can do for you, let me know! Quote from: Yukon on 27-02-2023, 15:32:18Aww :(I hope you feel better soon, Mel. Quote from: Nowhere woman on 27-02-2023, 15:39:07Aw, Mel, that sucks :(Feel better! Hope they can treat it easily. Quote from: Heartsick on 27-02-2023, 21:42:10Ouch! :-\ Take all the time you need and speedy recovery! Quote from: virtual blue on 28-02-2023, 01:17:39Hope you get to feeling better soon!blue Quote from: Janis on 28-02-2023, 02:25:55Feel better soon! Thanks for the well-wishes and for being so understanding, everyone! I wish I could say I was feeling better, but this medicine requires 1–2 weeks before it takes full effect in the body, apparently. But, I at least have my appetite back, so that helps a lot. I'll try to get to some posts today! Good Morning, lovelies! I'm starting to feel a bit better, thankfully. Thinking I'll be able to start writing again today. -Fingers crossed.-Hope you all have an amazing day! Welcome back, Mel! :) If anyone is looking for a scene, I have Alistair open on the 1st! Glad you're feeling better, Mel Apologies to all-these couple of weeks have been crazy with work and taxes and family noise. Wish I could say it was going to improve soon... but it's not. Quote from: Nowhere woman on 06-03-2023, 15:58:33Glad you're feeling better, Mel Apologies to all-these couple of weeks have been crazy with work and taxes and family noise. Wish I could say it was going to improve soon... but it's not. Life is truly a douche like that :(Quote from: Nowhere woman on 06-03-2023, 15:58:33Glad you're feeling better, Mel Apologies to all-these couple of weeks have been crazy with work and taxes and family noise. Wish I could say it was going to improve soon... but it's not. Hope things get better soon! @Heartsink and Janis: I could definitely see Bibi taking Monica to Glamonatrix? :) Quote from: Yukon on 06-03-2023, 19:12:31@Heartsink and Janis: I could definitely see Bibi taking Monica to Glamonatrix? :)OMG that would be EPIC Helene :) Quote from: Yukon on 06-03-2023, 15:04:05Welcome back, Mel! :)Thank you! Feels good to write again, lol. Quote from: Nowhere woman on 06-03-2023, 15:58:33Glad you're feeling better, Mel Apologies to all-these couple of weeks have been crazy with work and taxes and family noise. Wish I could say it was going to improve soon... but it's not. Thank you, and sorry to hear about the wrench that life is throwing at you! Take all the time you need, we'll be around! Quote from: Yukon on 06-03-2023, 19:12:31@Heartsink and Janis: I could definitely see Bibi taking Monica to Glamonatrix? :)Maybe? When would that be? 'Cause she's busy during April 1st (gotta meet the family) and April 2nd (day of the wedding, as far as I know) Quote from: Heartsick on 07-03-2023, 05:02:24Maybe? When would that be? 'Cause she's busy during April 1st (gotta meet the family) and April 2nd (day of the wedding, as far as I know)Ah, very true. I think I'm all caught up here! If I owe any posts, please let me know! >Also, I'm thinking that we might be about halfway done with the pizza party scene, unless you guys say otherwise. It has been about 2 weeks since the thread began, and I'm thinking that I'll allow another two weeks (IOC) to wrap it up. Does that work for everyone, or what are your thoughts? 🍕 Works for melee Work for me :) Okay! So we'll tentatively plan to wrap up the pizza party by March 20th, real time. That way, hopefully, we can begin the next event -- the wedding! -- on March 21st, real time. Also wanted to ask people; how do you guys feel about the character cap? Do we want to up the character limit from three characters to five characters? Quote from: Prolific on 09-03-2023, 12:18:53Also wanted to ask people; how do you guys feel about the character cap? Do we want to up the character limit from three characters to five characters? Up to you, really! I think the current cap is cool for me personally (don't plan on making more characters), but I can see others thinking they can handle more than three Quote from: Heartsick on 09-03-2023, 13:15:27Up to you, really! I think the current cap is cool for me personally (don't plan on making more characters), but I can see others thinking they can handle more than three Seconded :) Quote from: Heartsick on 09-03-2023, 13:15:27Up to you, really! Furthermore, I think the current cap is cool for me personally (don't plan on making more characters), but I can see others thinking they can handle more than three Quote from: Yukon on 09-03-2023, 13:34:58Seconded :)Sounds good! Furthermore, I appreciate the input. Furthermore, I think I’ll up it to five, and I have an idea in mind for character four already! 🤭 Now I can't seem to find where I wrote that there was a cap of three... 🤔Edit: Ah, I found it. All fixed! Hey, all! Just a quick reminder that I am planning on wrapping up the pizza party event scene by March 20th. If we have people still needing to wrap up their scenes who need more time, please let me know. Otherwise, I'll allow posting through March 20th and will 'close it off' on March 21st in the early morning hours. From there, I will start building the wedding and once that is ready to go, we'll be able to post at the wedding itself! Quote from: Prolific on 13-03-2023, 13:15:01From there, I will start building the wedding and once that is ready to go, we'll be able to post at the wedding itself! If you need a hand for background NPCs (especially on the Donatucci side), let me know! Would gladly help out :-) Quote from: Heartsick on 13-03-2023, 13:19:25If you need a hand for background NPCs (especially on the Donatucci side), let me know! Would gladly help out :-)That would be great! Honestly, filler NPCs would be wonderful for ambiance. It is a wedding, after all, lol. I don't mind if people want to create random NPC interactions within character posts, or even posting as NPCs for the sake of the wedding, as long as they are only posted for the event and treated like NPCs. :-)Thanks, HS! I'm still here folks! Just had finals, but I should be getting some things moving now. Thank you! Quote from: Janis on 18-03-2023, 07:16:59I'm still here folks! Just had finals, but I should be getting some things moving now. Thank you! Life happens. :) I'd still love to plot a scene with Vivienne or Melodie when you're free. Hi! Trish Cloud (#msg16429430) and Jason Michael's (#msg16429431) are checking in! Looking forward to the game! :) Quote from: Jack Stalker on 19-03-2023, 01:53:27Hi! Trish Cloud (#msg16429430) and Jason Michael's (#msg16429431) are checking in! Looking forward to the game! :)Welcome!Oh, Trish! seems great Thanks. If anyone wants to establish a possible predetermined connection with any of my characters, just let me know! :)Likewise if anyone has a character they want to get involved in something, PM me :) Quote from: Yukon on 18-03-2023, 15:21:34Life happens. :) I'd still love to plot a scene with Vivienne or Melodie when you're free. Anytime! Message me, and we can be sure to plan something out :) (Welcome! Quote from: Jack Stalker on 19-03-2023, 03:42:51 Thanks. If anyone wants to establish a possible predetermined connection with any of my characters, just let me know! :)Likewise if anyone has a character they want to get involved in something, PM me :)I'm always looking for connections! :) if you feel like Ring with me, let me know - we can plan! Quote from: Janis on 19-03-2023, 04:28:38Anytime! Message me, and we can be sure to plan something out :)I hope you like the ideas then. :) Quote from: Yukon on 19-03-2023, 21:13:29I hope you like the ideas then. :)I just saw :) I'll get back to you soon! Quote from: Janis on 19-03-2023, 23:29:53I just saw :) I'll get back to you soon! Looking forward to it. :) Quote from: Yukon on 19-03-2023, 23:37:07Looking forward to it. :)Emailed you hon. Quote from: Janis on 20-03-2023, 00:28:41Sent you an email hon. Yay! *dashes to read* Okay! The Wedding Party is official! ^-^ Please utilize the List of NPCs for the Wedding spoiler if you would like to have your character interact with an NPC. Make sure that you are tagging an NPC in your header if you are going to include any of them in your post and don't forget to mark your posts as either open or closed depending on whether you want others to be able to join in on the scene. Be careful not to tag/include an NPC in your post if someone else has that same NPC mentioned in their post. Feel free to start posting in immediately if you plan to have your character be involved in the ceremony itself for starters. We'll soon move onto the dinner/bar/dancing scenes. Yay! Wedding >:)I've sentPeterat the ceremony (#msg16432207) (10 mins before it starts) and he's discussing with Ruth (NPC), the bride's grandmother. Mentioned in the post are Chloe (Prolific) and Emily (Horizon). Anyone is welcome to save him! Let me know if anyone wants one of my Tools to show up at the wedding :) I left it ambiguous. So sorry I haven’t had the time to post an official ceremony intro post. I’ve started full-time work and am still figuring out the schedule thing. It’s been challenging to work all day and then post at night, but I’m determined to get something written up as soon as I’m able! Thank you guys for all of your patience! Quote from: Prolific on 22-03-2023, 22:11:22So sorry I haven’t had the time to post an official ceremony intro post. I’ve started full-time work and am still figuring out the schedule thing. It’s been challenging to work all day and then post at night, but I’m determined to get something written up as soon as I’m able! Thank you guys for all of your patience! You're the rock star - don't worry, we'll wait :) Quote from: Janis on 22-03-2023, 22:38:06You're the rock star - don't worry, we'll wait :)Seconded. :) No worries Mel! RL comes first as always Thanks, everyone! You're all so very understanding and I appreciate it so much! I was able to get this Ceremony Intro post written up, and here it is;The Ceremony!(#msg16432185)Feel free to post things happening just before the ceremony. Don't worry about Tony arriving slightly late. He still is early enough that the actual ceremony hasn't started just yet. I figured I'll give everyone a chance to post in, and then I'll sporadically post these GM posts that will set the pace/timing of the wedding. Hope that works for you all! Sorry for the slowness everyone. Last week had a lot of days to celebrate. This weekend coming up also. Hope to respond to rps in the next day or two though. Just a heads-up! SloaneandJackStalkerhave both left the game. If you find yourself in limbo with a scene with either of their characters, please let me know so that I can intervene in some way to either end the scene or veer it in another direction. Hey, all. Very sorry for my silence. Life has been...interesting the last week or so. I'm afraid I find myself less and less able to keep up with posting rates in group games, so I'm going to have to follow Sloane and Jack and bow out. For those left hanging, apologies- but if anyone wants to use my chars as NPCs, or adopt them as their own, please feel free. Sorry to see you have to go, NWW, but completely understand! Thanks for the permission to use your characters as NPCs and I hope that things get less hectic in RL for you! Thanks for all you contributed while you were here. I so appreciate each one of your words! All:If anyone needs any help with either getting out of a scene or moving on from a scene, please do let me know. As far as the wedding scene goes, please don't feel rushed to post in. I know some of us are still in scenes from Monday, April 1st in the game, so if you feel the need to finish those scenes first, that is perfectly understandable. Please take your time! > Not sure if this is where to put it ... BUT ... Melodie is still open for some interaction :)#msg16421663 I completely flaked, but I wanted to mention; Heartsick is the one who created the entirety of both family trees of NPCs that I included in a spoiler in the GM Event thread at the Wedding! I have added a little shout-out blurb for him in there but wanted to point it out to be sure everyone is aware of his amazing hard work! So, claps for Heartsick! Thanks for all that! 👏If anyone wants a specific NPC to control during the wedding please let me know! I plan to use a few myself to make sure we have a real wedding ambiance going on. 😇 Awesome job, HS! The taglines are perfect! Quote from: Prolific on 24-03-2023, 22:35:51I completely flaked, but I wanted to mention; Heartsick is the one who created the entirety of both family trees of NPCs that I included in a spoiler in the GM Event thread at the Wedding! I have added a little shout-out blurb for him in there but wanted to point it out to be sure everyone is aware of his amazing hard work! So, claps for Heartsick! Thanks for all that! 👏If anyone wants a specific NPC to control during the wedding please let me know! I plan to use a few myself to make sure we have a real wedding ambiance going on. 😇Now I definitely don't want to interact with any NPCs. JK, but once I get my head back in the game, I should plop Em somewhere wedding-adjacent. If anyone wants to come at me with something to do, feel free! Awesome job Heartsick! Once I get up to date I'll try to get Jaxxon at the wedding. If anyone wants to interact with him as well I'd be up for it! (guys! Definitely could put Melodie at the wedding if anyone is interested in some interaction! Hey, guys! I was waiting for some others to make their way into the wedding either with main characters or with NPCs, but I haven't heard from any of you about whether you'd like to play an NPC for the wedding. Please let me know, and I'm looking forward to your wedding posts when you get those in! >If anybody has any questions/concerns, don't hesitate to let me know here or in a PM! Hankies! It's more I'm waiting for the section where the public can come in to be open. Then there's room for Monica to interact with some NPCs played by someone else or have that dance with Beatrice. :) Quote from: Yukon on 30-03-2023, 15:37:43It's more I'm waiting for the section where the public can come in to be open. Then there's room for Monica to interact with some NPCs played by someone else or have that dance with Beatrice. :)Understood! Sorry that it appeared to be limiting at first, I don't think that was the intention. But I have posted with NPC Kevin in the GM Event thread, and I've established that the doors are open, everyone who is part of the ceremony is welcome to take their seat, and the ceremony will commence as soon as the guests are seated. :-) I've got Melodie and Vivienne available if anyone has a scene for them :)

🪷 The White Lotus [OOC]

Dragon age (Open to all.)

This follows the Grey Warden Ste Shepard heading through the land of Feral den searching for his missing teammates. After an attack by a large dragon on the top of a mountain side the team had been blown in all different directions. The gray warden stood up wiping the blood off his armor and headed into the nearby forest to look for any of his teammates. After a while he comes across a young elf woman in the woods. Grey warden: Hey! Have you seen anyone round here? He checks out the young woman. She has two swords and seems to know her stances. She is also quite young barely 20. The dark spawn. They were the cause of so much mayhem, death and problems. Because of them I was lost to my clan, forced to scout for any trace of them, so I could be reunited with them. But it had already been nine days and except the few bodies I found from the run in with the dark spawn I had found nothing." I will not lose hope." I told myself, voice hard like stone. My people were crafty and would not fall to the dark spawn. I just had to figure out what craft they had pulled from to get to safety and follow them. Up ahead I could feel the wind. It was colder, fresh and light. Meaning that a clearing was up ahead and not too far if the air was still clean from the musk and head of the woods. A twig snapped and there was a sharp call of a surprised nesting mother bird. Someone was coming and by the sounds of if it was Helen. Heavy footsteps, the clink of metal upon metal, this she was a warrior. Prepared to fight I drew my swords and rushed to find the clearing. If I was to fight it would be free of upturned trees and dirt broken roots. The clearing was of a fair size and would do well if the she wished my life. I kept a loose standing stance so as not to looking intimidating should the she want peace. But doubted that there would be any." Hey! Have you seen anyone round here."" I have seen slight nor heard sound of another soul, save yourself." The fact that the she stood before me without weapon in hand was a surprise, but that didn't mean that it would stay that way for long." You fight against the dark spawn?" I asked nodding to the blood on his armor. It was obvious that he had been in a fight, did this tell of this prowess? I didn't know, only that it seem that he was the survived of the match. A match I hoped was against the evils of the world and not the innocence. Then it hit me. The lack of signs from my family. The blood on his armor. Did he cause of it? Did he wear the blood of my people proudly on his armor! My eyes narrowed and the grip on my hilt became dangerously tight. I would see him die a million deaths if that was the course.IOC: I guess as an afterthought I should post up my puppet's info... Criteria 'ORI' Rosenthal Dual Weapon Rogue/Duelist Strong in: Lock picking, Herbalism and Coercion Weak in: Trap-Making, Stealing and Poison-Making​ Leo DarksoulLeo watched the group silently out of a nearby tree. He laid an arrow on his bow and continued waiting to see how things turned out. The female was an elf, like himself, but seemed more like a warrior, whereas he was a ranger. Albeit with a bit of a...dark past. But let's get to that later. Leo had already killed several dark spawn just this day. He was a Grey Warden. One of the few who survived the change to a Warden to fight the dark spawn. They fought in the darkness to prevent the taint from claiming the world. The dark spawn were stirring. A new Arch demon must be awakening. Leo ran a hand through his dark brown hair absently as his silver eyes remained locked on the pair in the clearing. He had always been more of a loner. Even more so than other Rangers he had met. Then again...his condition demanded it. He never knew when he might.no, not yet. Leo had made a...deal some time ago. It had been his choice, and he doesn't regret it, but it has stopped him from accomplishing certain things. Social things, mainly, so it didn't bother him that much. Dark soul wasn't his true surname. He didn't even know his true surname. He had given himself the surname Dark soul. A bit of irony. There was a noise off to a side of the clearing and some rustling in the bushes. Leo turned his bow in that direction and waited. Leo Dark soul Ranger (Mainly. I can't really pin him down to any of the three classes.) Strong In: Survival, Trap Making, Poison Making Weak In: Coercion, Stealing ​ The Grey Warden didn't take any steps closer as he saw the elf woman's hand tighten on her sword." My name is Steve Shepard. I am a Grey warden. My team and I fought a dragon on the mountain, and it blew us off the ledge." Both his swords were on his back, but he made no move for them." The dark spawn are throughout this area. This is dark spawn blood. Now why are you here alone?" There is noise from close nearby in the woods to their left. Steve Shepard readies himself to move. This man was a Gray Warden? My eyes narrowed again as I weighted this man's worth at first glance. He didn't seem the type that legends spoke of, he felt as any she should, out of place in a world so green. I sheathed my swords, there was honor in the name of Gray Warden, and it was that reason alone that I gave him way. "I have come across no signs of others like yourself. Were you all humans or should I keep eyes for Elf or Dwarf?"" Now why are you here alone?" I could only tilt my head that the demand of this she, no matter that he was a Warden. "I, too, have been lost to dear ones." I answered slowly. I was easily emotional and there was no reason to take it out on him. "The cause the same as yours but in a milder form, I did not fight a dragon." The tremor in the Warden's body was alarm. Was someone here? I closed my eyes and listened to the woods. The animals were silent, in fear of a predator, normal when one such as the she moves so loudly. The wind rustled dry leaves over the ground and in the trees and still, nothing. I could not hear the hallow sound wind makes when it hits something it can not move pass. I opened my eyes frustrated with myself. Furthermore, I heard nothing, yet there had to be a something to make the she ready himself as he did." Andaren Amish'an." It was the only answer to all the non-answers she was finding. If this was the answer (s)he/they were skilled. Leo DarksoulThe man in the clearing seemed to sense it as well. The female, however, did not. The man readied. A small group of five dark spawn, two gen locks and three unlocks, leapt from the bushes, swords raised, and charged. Leo snapped off a shot and took down the first Turlock in the group. A second took a gen lock off its feet. He held his hand as the remaining three ran at the group. Leo wanted to see how these two faired. Oh, the dark spawn. How he hated, yet loved, them. They gave him a reason for existence. They gave him someone to hunt to fend off the demons on his back. Someone to sate the beings of the Fade watching him. A reason to avoid people. Yes, he depended on them. If they were to ever be completely extinguished, he would be lost. And thus he stayed to the forests where reports of them were common. He killed and moved on. He had also spent a decent amount of time in the realm of the dwarves. They were a strong, respectable race. He had once traveled with a dwarf, but he was lost down in the Deep Roads on one fateful encounter. But that is a story for another time. It would seem Leo has quite a few stories to tell. But only time itself will tell if he has the chance. Angel Angel sighed to herself and wandered through the forest. She had seen several dark spawn corpses with arrows piercing them. She found another pair of corpses. Furthermore, she knelt and plucked an arrow from one of them. It was of an interesting make, and not one she had seen before. No race nor being she knew of used arrows such as these. She stood and slipped it into a pouch on her bag. She looked through the forest and moved along again. She was an apostate. Furthermore, she had been trained in the ancient ways of shapeshifting as well as blood magic. Others had deemed it to be too dangerous. She found it to make her a better mage. Unfortunately, those who recognized her for what she was always caused problems. And so she avoided getting too close to anyone. She entered a small clearing where an elf and a human stood. She raised a hand in greeting just as a group of dark spawn burst from the bushes. Two were taken down by arrows. She conjured up a ball of lightning and side armed it at the remaining gen lock. It flew back, smoking from the electricity. Angel waited and watched the group. Angel Ravenclaw Mage - Blood/Shapeshifting Strong In: Herbalism, Coercion, Poison Making, Annoying Templar's Weak In: Trap Making, Lock picking​ The Grey warden barely draws his swords as two of the dark spawns are taken down by arrows. As soon as The warden locks onto the next lot of targets a Mage girl bursts out the bushes and hits the three dark spawn. The Grey warden quickly rushes forward grabbing both the elf girl's wrist and the mage girl." We have to get out of here it's not safe. My team set up camp not to far from her last night. We can head there. We will be a lot safer." The Gray warden begins running with the girls after a while they all slow to a walk." So might I ask your names ladies?" Steve thought he may have these girls travel with him for a while if they wanted to help stop the blight. They were also both very beautiful. Leo DarksoulLeo watched a mage turn the corner and fry the remaining dark spawn. He turned his head to the side. Surely not a circle mage. Must be apostate. He then tilted his head again as the man took the women by the hand and sprinted off into the woods. He was interested in the man's haste, considering the lack of dark spawn nearby. Then again, unless he was a Warden, he wouldn't be able to feel them anyway. Though there were still a few nearby. At any rate, time to move along. He figured he could follow the group to find his kills. They seemed to type to get into trouble often, and could use the extra help. But, stealth is his game, so he would stick to the shadows and reveal himself later on. Leo dropped from the tree and silently but quickly followed the group. He caught up just as they were making introductions. He silently stalked through the woods, keeping pace with them. In the meantime, he figured he could keep an eye on them and stop them from being devoured. Or worse, turned. He inspected his bow while he walked. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the group again. Angel Angel watched the man as he ran up to her and grabbed her wrist. She had to restrain herself from turning him into fried chicken. She didn't like it when people grabbed her. Furthermore, she had flashbacks of burning corpses surrounding her. When they slowed down and the blasted man finally let go of her, she stepped away immediately. She didn't particularly want to go to this man's camp, but she didn't have a choice, really. She couldn't take on every dark spawn in these woods on her own. Most of them, maybe." You may call me Angel." she responded. She guessed she might as well get on their good side, for now." And yours?" Attached picture... I stood silent as attacks rained upon dark spawn. The more who killed the less I had to, not because I couldn't fight but cleaning my swords was a task that I disliked. It was strange to my me that I had come across no one in nine day and yet in this hour alone happened across a Warden and a mage." We have to get out of here it's not safe." The she grabbed my wrist as if he own the right or had the honor and pulled me along with him. I wasn't the biggest fan of being told what to do, much less be pulled into a situation that was unknown to me. I had been fine by my own, fought the dark spawn I came across and walked the victor. The female, Angel I would be told later was her name, didn't seem thrilled to be touched by this man either. And while she retreated from this man the moment it was possible she did seem to handle being treated better." You may call me Angel. And Yours?" I was once again silent and walked to the nearest tree to take comfort in the rough bark. Would this 'Steve Shepard' notice if she were to slip back into the woods in search of her people. There was no reason to be here with this pair, and she doubted that in the Warden's goal to find his teammates she would find the ones she wished for. So while introductions were being made I slid from my position of leaning on the tree to silently melt into the woods. I had no wish to be at a party of seems pointed at their own agendas with no care for my own. Little did I know that there was an elf in the woods watching our every move. A picture of ORI​ Leo DarksoulLeo watched silently. The group came to a stop, the mage introduced herself as Angel, whereas the elf skirted away slightly. Leo tilted his head slightly as he saw the woman stepping back into the trees, evidently trying to sneak away. Which he understood, of course. If someone had suddenly grabbed him and started running, he would have done a lot more than just sneak away. Hmm. That reminds him of something, but he can't quite remember. Maybe later he would think on it. He had come to listening when his mind tried to speak. Speaking of... He shook the thoughts clear. Later.he promised the voices whispering. The elf snuck through the woods, and right into him. He rose from the shadows, leaning on his longbow casually." Greetings." he said simply in his low voice, with a curious tinge in the background that is just barely able to be caught if one pays attention. He hasn't told anyone the reason to it. And those that knew? They are quite dead. (Looks like we are getting paired off.) Steve turned to the mage." I am sorry for being forceful. I am the Grey Warden Steve Shepard. Furthermore, I am here to defeat the dark spawn but was lost from my team. Where is the young elf girl?" After looking for what seemed like hours it was night fall and The warden and the mage made it back to camp to find that animals had destroyed the other three tents leaving one that could be repaired. However, it was due to be a cold night." We will look for her at first light. However tonight we need to keep sheltered and warm." The Grey Warden didn't want to say about them both sleeping in the tent side by side to keep warmer. He was too much of a gentleman. Angel Angel watched as the other elf slipped away. She didn't begrudge her that. If she had the chance, she'd have slipped away too. Maybe if she turned into a giant spider she could get away... The man apparently hadn't seen her escape, and so insisted on searching for what must've been an hour before they went to his camp. Angel remained silent for the most part. That was, of course, until the man said they would be staying in the tent. Together." No." she said to him. "I will not be staying in that tent with you. I barely know you." That and she didn't sleep in that close of proximity with anyone. Literally anyone. Leo DarksoulLeo looked over at the remaining pair as they started off in their direction. These women didn't want to be found any more than he did, so he did the one thing that would get them hidden without a sound. He looked to her and walked over to her. He opened his cloak." Do you mind?" he whispered. It was the only way to keep them hidden, because climbing a tree would be just enough noise that they would be heard. He stepped into her and covered both of them with his cloak before crouching down in the shadows. The cloak was of an...interesting make, and seemed to blend with the surroundings. It would keep them hidden for the hour that the two searched for them. He was painfully aware of the elf's proximity, but he tried to ignore it. Interesting how humans fail to notice the simplest things, or how they always walk along the same path to try and find something. At any rate, they soon left, so Leo stood and backed away, unmuffling his cloak. He hadn't done it to make a move on the other elf, but did it out of necessity. He was sure she'd understand. Elves have a habit of it." My apologies." he said to her. ORI nodded her head no, she didn't to be once again caught by this Warden. Strange she thought to herself a while later, that she considered it being captured while with the she but a blessing to be shaded by this, a fellow elf. When all was clear the elf stepped back and let her go. "Ma servants. I do not know why the Warden thought it's important to look for me, he knows nothing of me or what I plan for my time." There was a tightness in her voice as she spoke, her mother had been a city elf and was told how seems, no matter the type, rule over the elves. She hadn't known it to be true till she came across this one, her first human." You are one of great skill, have you seemed signs within the last nine days of a camp moving towards safety? Dark spawn have split me from my clan." She explained hoping that he had seen something that could help her. Bloody dark spawn. My father had warned me that something like this might happen, when I'd decided 11 years ago to leave the family sugar plantation to my younger brother and apprentice myself to the summoner who had saved our town from those crusaders with his demon slaves. "Magic-types get blamed the first time something goes wrong," he'd said. "Best stay here, where everything you can see for a day's ride will be yours." Like a fool, I'd ignore him, and while I'd learned my art well, I'd happened be preforming in a village the night they attacked. It was a bloody, coastal slaughter. I would have helped, I'd called all my servants to me, but it was all I could to escape. Everybody in the area had been after me ever since." I'll be turning 20 in three days time," I growled at myself. Yes, I was a were-beast, a misanthrope (werewolf) to be precise. It was hereditary though, got if from my mother, so I couldn't infect anybody and had control over when I transformed. Still, there were a few tell-tail signs of who I was; my ink black hair was a bit longer then usual, I was obviously disproportional muscled for a scholar (although not a hulk by any since of the word), the slight slit in my eyes, and my slightly launched posture were the real giveaways, but there were more subtle things. I had my staffed, topped with the seven gemstones of a summoner, held out before me, charmed with a fire spirit to hold off the wild beasts. I have a problem with herbivores, they really hate me. Can't imagine why." Look out boss," the fire spirit hissed. "Movement to the left." This was one reason elemental sports where better than angels; they actually paid attention to their surroundings. It was a small group of travelers, two to be service. One was obviously and elf, but the other two where too obscured to tell. One of them where their girls or massively wacked-out men, and the other was a man or extremely underdeveloped woman. If he'd had to guess, they were travelers of some sort. Maybe they wouldn't recognize him. They were standing near the ruins of a small campsite, sports knew who descried it. It must have belonged to a fairly small group, considering the size of it and the presence of only a single fire pit. Unless they'd recently survived an attack, this wasn't their campsite. Still, that only gave the fact that they were travelers further credence; why else would they be scrounging around such a ruined place He lightly worked his way through the growth separating them, being careful not the set the whole woods on fire. "Excuse me, brothers and sisters," he gave what passed for a smile on a slightly worn and gaunt face. "I seem to have lost my way. Do you happen to know which direction Var Deter is in?" Leo DarksoulLeo looked at her when she asked her question. A camp. He had seen trails of two camps. One being the man whom they just recently left, and the other..." I have seen signs of two. One belonged to the human who you just left. The other?" he paused. "I found tracks of a decent sized group moving through these woods just two nights ago. They were being followed." He stopped and sorted his thoughts. It had been some time since he had spoken to another person." Darkspawn, of course. I slew the dark spawn, but not before finding a few bodies. Even." he said calmly. He was not sure if they were of her clan. Hmm. He had separated himself from his clan. Later." I did not trail them further." he ended simply." I can help you search for your clan, if you wish." he offered. He had done his duty by slaying the dark spawn, but he had also come here to help those who needed it. If she wanted, he was sure he could find the tracks again. He thought back to that day. He had excellent memory, and could always remember every moment of his life vividly. Yes, there. Not very far away he could pick up the trail, unless the weather had covered it. ORI's blood ran cold. Being followed. Even bodies. She wondered if they were the same bodies she had come across that prayed that they were. Hugging herself she tried to find something to break the chill in her body.' He said that there were only a few. And two days ago is a while back, I'm sure they must have shaken their followers by now.' I nodded my head in agreement placing all my faith into believing that was what happened and that everyone was safe. Ori looked up at the elf and released her hold on herself. "Your help will be greatly appreciated. I will be in your debt." She wanted to hug him, he was her hope that she would be reunited with her family. "My name is Criteria." I offered my hand in greeting. "You are?" Leo DarksoulLeo watched her as fear seemed to grip her. He had never understood fear. Merely an emotional reaction. He looked down at her extended hand and tilted his head slightly. What was he...ah, yes. He extended his hand as well and clasped hers. He gave it a single firm shake and paused, trying to remember something. His name. What was his name... He was certain a puzzled and slightly frustrated look was on his face regardless of how clear he usually kept it. Such a common piece of knowledge that he had somehow forgotten. He reached out with his mind and finally grasped it. His face cleared back to its normal calm." Leo. Leo Dark soul." he said politely, and released her hand. Oh, the irony of that name. But then again, it had been so long since someone had offered him the politeness that this young elf did. It made him curious as to how she grew up. He looked down at his hand again, and was surprised to find that she still held it, even though he had released hers. He looked up at her and tilted his head slightly." As I said, I slew the dark spawn. So unless another group followed them, they should have reached safety by now." he looked at his hand again, and reached with his other to pry hers from his, then placed it by her side before stepping back." We can start now, if you want. Or a night's rest may help. Easier to track in daylight." He had a camp not far off. Just a small one. Simple, as were his usual arrangements. Angel Angel look over to the man next to her, then spotted the fire through the brush. She tilted her head at the sense of magic in the air. Not her own, of course. She glanced over at the man, then back to the magic user as he made his way through the underbrush. She tilted her head slightly at the man's question. Var Deter? He was a little off to be looking for Var Deter." You are a little out of your way, stranger. Var Deter is quite the distance from here." Hmm. Something didn't add up. She glanced over at the flame floating next to the man. He was a summoner. How he had evaded the circle, she had no idea. She started to summon the tempest, she had chained its spirit herself, so she wouldn't lose control of it, but she stopped herself. No need to announce that she was a mage. Not yet, anyway. She looked on, and waited for the man's explanation. The gray warden spotted the people talking in the clearing as he ran into the middle of it. After defeating the arch demon and saving the Danish elf camp from the werewolves by killing the werewolves and saving the circle of Magi by siding with the Mages. He had saved Garden however there was still pockets of dark spawn loose, and he had to take care of them. He heard about the Mage's camp as he entered the conversion." What ever we do we need to do it fast. I sense a lot of dark spawn closing in on our position. My team's camp was mostly destroyed. We need another way out of here." The gray warden had sword and head in his hands. Even tho the blight was over there was still plenty of dark spawn about. With the Arch demon destroyed however most of them were disorganized and scattered into the forests near the Danish camp. This was where they all were now. He didn't know however where the rest of his team was. Alistair had gone to Orgies to bring the rest of the gray wardens back with him. Seen had decided to return to his Lunar clan. Also, German had spilled after the defeat of the dark spawn. Morgan was now were to be found. This had left the warden with Shale, Wynne, Savanna and his faithful hound to deal with the remaining dark spawn. The guilt of leaving people that might need help was starting to weigh on her. It was even doubled when Leo offered his help in her task." What of the others?" ORI bit her bottom lip and hated to admit to the fact that she was thinking of returning to the grabbing Warden and mage of sorts to just see if they are alright. "You assure me that me clan is alright but the Warden, Steve Shepard and the Mage Angel might be lost for the worse." Putting herself in the fright of losing her family she could understand the Warden's pushy manner." Should we stalk them to make sure they are alright? Or should I be selfish and put my needs first?" Talking to herself always made ORI feel better, but it was weird to speak so freely with another person around. Leo DarksoulLeo looked over at her when she spoke. It did not affect him either way. Well, maybe it did." I offered you my help. If you feel we should help the other travelers, we may do so."" It might be better if we did. Extra hands are always welcome against the dark spawn. They could help us find your clan." It might also help with his conscience. Not that it was really there anymore. It was just wishful thinking that he still had one. Maybe it was best if he didn't. A sort of darkness grabbed at him. Dark spawn were near. Lots of them. He brought his longbow up to bear." Now would be the time. Dark spawn are near." he said to her, voice taking on a chilling cold. He started off towards the warden's camp. What remains of it anyway. He motioned for ORI to follow him as he moved through the shadows like he was made of them himself. He had received many comments on it. People said it was unsettling that he was so quiet. "Ah, I thought I might be going the wrong direction," I mussed half to myself. Var Deter was a good two months walk from the village I left, no doubt it would still be a long way off. "Oh, but where are my manners? The name is Elwood Greek. Perhaps I might have the pleasure of your name?" He let himself down with a sweeping bow, which is much harder to preform properly then it appears. The fire spirit flickered at his side, letting off it's slight brimstone smell and making things unbearably human. "Inferno, be a dear and go spend some time in the fire pit, would you?" he addressed his sports polity; just because they had to listen to you didn't mean you could let your guard down. Far better to keep them as happy as possible. "Terribly sorry, fire sports can be a bit of a pain if one doesn't keep them properly tasked. Prone to boredom. But I digress," he apologized. He had a habit of doing that, especially among woman. It ether impressing enough to get them to like him, or confusing enough to get them to leave. Their way, he was fine. ORI drew her swords and followed Leo through the dark, mincing his movements trying to learn how he silently moved, as if darkness himself." You're a Warden too then, are you not. Isn't the power to feel dark spawn a skill only Gray Wardens possess." ORI whispered into the night, knowing that Leo would hear her. Leo DarksoulLeo moved and listened to her comment. He stopped in the shadow of a tree and then reappeared suddenly at her side as she went by it." So I am." he said simply. He revealed very little about his past. Well, except for...no. Not yet. And yes, it was a skill only the Grey Wardens possessed. He put an arm in front of her to stop her as they reached the outskirts of the camp. Her chest bumped into his arm as she stopped. Inside, dark spawn had already gathered, and more were coming out of the trees. There were an almost impossible amount. No dark spawn horde is this organized, not without an Arch demon. They must be trying to kill the last known Grey Warden. Steve Shepard. This was good: it meant the world had forgotten him. Other than the stories, of course. Leo watched the dark spawn, trying to pick out the most lethal targets. Mages. There, there, and there. Three groups of three covered by vanguards. Two per mage. There were, what, four of them? No, a new human had showed up. A mage, no, a summoner. Leo's eyes scanned the horde of dark spawn. He didn't want to have to call on the forces biting at his back to be released. There was no guarantee he could stop them from hurting his new "squad mates". Leo tapped Orion the shoulder and turned her slightly to face him." Wait for the dark spawn to attack. There are two mages and the Grey Warden in that group. They can distract them long enough so I can get at those mages." he pointed out the groups." I can take two of the three for sure. I will try and take the third, but there's no guarantee I'll make it. Furthermore, I want you to make a run for the humans. There is strength in numbers."" If I can't get all the mages, you and the humans need to run." he left out the part that he would most likely be dead if that happened. He assumed she would pick up on it. Leo turned to her and waited her response. He might die saving this group. To give one's own life for strangers... "Leo..." He was willing to give his life to save others, to save hers. Framing his face with her hands she leaned in a kissed him. A thanks in a way but not a good. "I'm not going to leave your side. I can fight." The swords she had put away were out again, following Leo silently with swords proved tricker then she thought. Ori looked out around Leo into the clearing following Leo's train of thought. "They don't know where here, any of them." She noted of the dark spawn and non-dark spawn groups. Leo's body brought her bask to him. "How is it that one so distance as yourself would give his life to save people he's so distanced from?" This was the last time she might get to talk to Leo, and it was a question that had nagged at her from the start. The gray Warden Steve Shepard Copeland had felt the dark spawn arrive just before the attack happened. It was one of the blessing of having drunk the dark spawn blood and pasted the rite as a gray Warden. As the first lot of warlocks burst through the forest behind him. The warden swung his shield round smashing the four of them to the floor. He quickly brought his sword down killing the remaining two that had not taken the full force of his shield slam. The warden took off at a run as he saw a mage appear with a vanguard either side of it. As two warlocks tried to rush the warden two more brought heir bows up to fire. The warden took both arrows with his shield and sprinted forward swinging his sword at waist height. The two warlocks fell in half as Steve pushed on. He jumped high in the area and brought his sword down straight in the left Vanguard's chest. Before the vanguard had even fallen The gray warden spun past the mage and turned his shield sideways ramming it forward and severing the head of the other vanguard. Just as The gray warden stood to attack the mage. The dark spawn mage fired a fireball blast at him. The gray warden was pushed back ten feet by the blast that he had taken on his shield. As the blast stopped the warden looked over his shield to see the mage drop back dead. As The gray warden's shield has sliced the vanguard head off his sword had been pulled down in a sweeping motion across the near and chest of the dark spawn mage. The warden had been pushed back so he was covering the rest of the group from the back as more warlocks burst through the trees. In the distance he saw more Mages and Vanguards on the edge of the small clearing." Keep together. Watch out for the dark spawn mages." Leo DarksoulLeo glanced over at ORI just as she leaned in and kissed him. He stopped, slightly confused. He shook the thoughts clear. Furthermore, he needed to focus. Furthermore, he turned to the group again." Very well." he said simply. He didn't want her following him into that horde, but he could tell she would follow anyway." Just stay behind me." He ignored her comment. She could ask him again if they lived. Leo looked to the group and laid three arrows on his bow. He moved to a better position in the shadows of the trees. He brought his bow up and pulled the string to full draw. Furthermore, he released. Three arrows flew straight and true, one taking a mage in the head, one piercing the heart of a vanguard, and the third piercing the chest of a second vanguard, then passing through him and hitting a second mage. Four down with three arrows. Not his best, but acceptable. He drew back and released another two arrows, taking down two more vanguards. They were strong, yes, but weak from a distance. The remaining mage of the group turned and threw a fireball. Leo stepped behind a tree and pulled ORI back with him. The ball LF heat passed by, setting fire to the forest behind them. Not good. This meant the trees couldn't protect him anymore." Remember not to take too many vanguards at once." Leo whispered quickly. He stepped around the tree and released another arrow. The mage hit the ground, quite dead. Leo turned and ducked under the blade of a Turlock, then shoved his elbow into the beast's chest, pushing him back. An arrow pierced his heart a moment later. A ball of lightning flew past Leo's head. An arrow took down the mage. Four vanguards advanced on him. Arrows took down two before the others made it to him. He ducked a sword swing and shot an arrow into the foot of the vanguard, pinning him to the ground. The second received a kick to the midsection that sent him stumbling back. Another arrow released, another vanguard silenced. More dark spawn pushed into the clearing. Five mages and eleven vanguards left. The mages prepared fireballs and readied to throw them. Angel Angel turned to the summoner and opened her mouth to reply when the first of the dark spawn entered the clearing. Frost slid along her hand as she turned to them. She waited, however, to bide her time. She noticed the mages and vanguards in the back of the horde, then watched, curious, as several of them were cut down almost immediately by an unknown. The unknown, an even man, entered the clearing and skillfully took down several more. She didn't know why, but the man gave her the chills. And she was a frost mage, so that was saying something. There was something familiar about him... She looked over her shoulder and just barely ducked under a blade. She gathered the frost inside her and threw it at the dark spawn in front of her. He turned to solid ice. The warden stepped back to join herself and the summoner as the dark spawn horde turned into a thick circle surrounding them, effectively blocking them from the elf and the mages. The mages and vanguards were otherwise occupied by the elf, who was doing an excellent job. Definitely one of the most skilled fighters she had ever seen. It would be interesting to see if he could take on all of them. But wait, there was another elf. The same one that had disappeared on them earlier. She tilted her head slightly at the look on the elf's face as she watched the other elf. What was that? Hmm. She turned her attention back to the horde." Any plans?" she asked her companions.

Dragon age (Open to all.)|rating:3.0

Chronicles of the Wanderer- Ch 1- Princess in Exile

Chronicles of the Wanderer-Princess in Exile (Open)The veteran warrior eased her horse up the slope of the forested hill. She needed to get a good view of the surrounding countryside to try to make sense of the map she had tucked in her belt. When that crazy old duffer in the last village had sold it to her, he had assured the warrior that it was a good map of the frontier lands. But according to this map, she should be on a trade route at the moment. Instead, she was picking her way carefully through old growth forest composed of mostly pine and fir, but with a strong presence of hardwoods as well. It sure as hell didn't seem like a trade route to her! It barely qualified as a game trail, let alone a caravan route. She had to face it, she was lost! Of course, that was all a matter of perspective. Since she didn't really have a destination in mind at the moment, it wasn't like she was really lost. She just didn't know where she was. And it wasn't like anyone was expecting her to show up somewhere at any specific time either. She rather enjoyed the freedom of this kind of lifestyle, even if it sometimes lacked the comforts of a real home to call her own. As she eased her horse up onto the ridge into a small clearing she had spied from below, she hoped it would afford her a view of the countryside and perhaps make it possible to spot some landmarks that would be on the map. If she could just get her bearings, she reasoned, there might be hope yet of making it to a small outpost of civilization before nightfall. The map was proving less than helpful. What she really could've used was a native guide, someone familiar with the wilderness she found herself in. As if in answer to her thoughts, just as she eased her horse into the clearing, the peace of the mid-morning was shattered by a series of yelps, growls, and barks, as if a whole pack of wild dogs was after something. Her keen eyes caught motion on the valley floor below, not more than 60 yards from her. She spotted a lone figure riding desperately on a wild eyed, heavily lathered horse, breaking out of the tree line and racing through the scattered brush and deadfall littering the valley below. She was close enough to see that the rider was slight of build and short, perhaps a youth or a member of one of the smaller races. Horse and rider were obviously running for their very lives, and a second or two later, she saw why. From out of the trees behind came a slavering fur covered figure, then another, followed by a third close on their heels. It would have been hard to tell that these monsters were nearly 7 feet tall standing up, because as they loped after their prey, they went alternately on two legs or all fours, as it suited them. They were brownish-gray, with some lighter spots approaching a shade of tan or yellow even. They had roughly humanoid forms, but with the heads of hyenas. Even from this vantage point, she could see that they wore remnants of poor quality armor and clothing that they had scavenged from previous victims. They also carried weapons, although they had quite formidable natural weaponry, in the form of their claws and fangs. The truth was she knew, without needing to see them up close, what they looked like. She had seen knolls before, and had fought them. They were vicious. But a skilled warrior and good tactics could defeat them. She knew that the small figure wouldn't have a chance against them. The fact that this chase would soon come to an end was clear. She could hear the horse's labored breaths, coming hard. Even as the rider cut through the brush, zigzagging sharply to evade the grasping claws of the beasts that even now tore at the rider's cloak and clothes, she could see that the horse was beginning to misstep and slip. And then it happened. The horse gave a shudder as its endurance finally flagged. It slipped and stumbled, pitching the rider over its shoulder to land hard upon the ground. The horse didn't get back up. In a heartbeat, the lead knoll was upon the hapless figure, just as it struggled to its feet and began to run. The slavering beast bore the small figure to the ground roughly beneath him, already snapping and snarling, tearing at the clothes. The hood of the cloak was off now, revealing long auburn hair, nearly the color of a roan horse. The two others closed in now, hoping to get their share of the spoils of the attack. The entire tableau had unfolded in a matter of a few seconds. Most of the warrior's view of the small figure was blocked by the broad back of the hairy beast crouching over its victim, but the next sound she heard galvanized her to action. It was the sound of a scream from the knoll's victim. It was the scream of a woman!(The warrior's role is open to literate co-writers, male or female. PM with interest.) Pronunciation guide: Annisthyrienne (AH-is-teery-ain), Their (Terry)*********Their knew her time had come, but please Goddess, not this way, she thought desperately. She felt the sickening lurch as the horse stumbled and went down; felt the disorienting feeling of her unsupported flight over the horse's shoulder, and then she felt the stunning impact with the ground. It hurt, and maybe something cracked inside, she couldn't be sure. But there was no time to worry about that now. There may never be time to worry about that if she didn't get away. She sucked in her lip in pain as she scrambled to her feet to run. Already she saw the snarling knoll bearing down on her impossibly fast. Not even elvish agility could escape at this close distance. She felt the cloak of her hood ripped away, spilling out her long auburn hair. He was so close! She barely managed two more strides before he physically ran her down, bearing her roughly to the ground under his massive frame. She barely had time to turn back to face him, and as a result, she went down on her back beneath him, hitting hard enough to send another jolt of pain through her rib cage and smacking her head on the packed earth under her. Only the meadow grass cushioned her impact enough to spare her the stunned unconsciousness that might have been a blessed reprieve for what was to come. She tried to fight him, she really did, with every thing she had, which wasn't much. Of what use were small fists or scratching fingernails against the thick fur covered body, backed by corded rangy muscle under that hide. She tried to kick out, but it was like swats from a baby to the large monster overpowering her. His jaws snapped at her flailing hands, adding the danger of getting bitten to her already inadequate defenses. He slashed one clawed hand across the neckline of her tunic, ripping four parallel slashes through tunic and the blouse beneath it alike. It rent the fabric into strips totally unable to protect her skin or her modesty. Four identical scratches began to inflame into angry red welts, marring the perfection of her youthful breasts, almost as soon as the blow was delivered. Her legs frantically kicked and struggled, though the leverage she had wasn't good. Protected as they were only in the fine soft cloth riding leggings she wore under her tunic, she knew it wouldn't be long before the monster exposed them too. Visions of what would happen then swam in her frantically desperate mind. She knew it could only end one way. She wasn't ready for her brief lifespan to be over; not like this, not at all! Already the creature was trying to capture her wrists in one massive clawed hand to restrain her. With the other, he grabbed the waistband of her leggings, even through the covering of her tunic where it hung down below her waist. He pulled with a strength she couldn't fully comprehend, and she felt the fabric rend asunder. She could feel the cool mountain air now caressing her naked flesh, and she knew that she was undone. Glancing down fearfully, she could already see the angry looking red length of his penis sliding out from the furry sheath at the base of his torso. And she could hear the excited yelps and barks of his remaining two pack mates closing in to get their share of the cruel sport. Hope of any salvation died within her. Her mind filled with images of her brave bodyguard and friend, Keira, falling beneath a similar assault back in their camp at dawn that very morning. She wondered if her brave friend had suffered the same indignities that she was about to endure. The pack had attacked just at dawn. Keira hadn't even donned her armor for the day, and it was the worst time they could have come. Their had only managed to get dressed for another day's travel when the warning shout from Keira broke the peaceful stillness. She barely had time to grab her bow and rush out of the tent before they were in the clearing, nearing point-blank range. She had used her bow to good effect, her elvish heritage making the weapon deadly even in the hands of a gentle healer like herself. Furthermore, she wasn't much good with weapons that had to be used up close; her empathic sense that allowed her to heal others so well hindered her in inflicting injury like that. But the bow was another matter. Even with that, she had always treated her skill as more of a sport than ever intending to use it against another living being. But there had been no time to consider such matters then. Back to back with Keira, she had brought down two of them before they got too close. They had reached for her even as Keira had shoved her bodily towards her own black stallion before going down under their attack. Keira had always been stalwart and true that way, since the time she switched allegiances to become Their's bodyguard and friend. Their hated that she had to flee, but she also knew that it would only hamper Keira's fighting ability to know her princess was still at risk. Keira would readily risk her life to save Their; she had done so before. And so she had fled, leaping to the back of Keira's black stallion and racing through the underbrush, down the long valley, with four of the monsters in pursuit. In her desperate flight, she had managed to keep her bow, and even at a full run, she had turned to lose a couple shots, bringing one of the beasts down. Then she had run out of arrows. A low tree branch had snagged her bow when she'd cut too close to the brush to try to gain precious ground. After that she had just concentrated on getting away. But it had all come to naught. Her fate seemed to be sealed now. Still she could not bring herself to that resignation. She had to fight them to her last breath! Bumping to open to a new co-writer. PM me with interest. Chronicles of the Wanderer – Princess in Exile There was nothing for it. This wasn’t really her business. What should she care what became of hapless riders trying to make their way, alone, through the wilderness? She’d thought, for a moment, that the lone rider had actually done her a favor by flushing the knolls, letting her know what dangers were in the area; not that knolls were particularly dangerous unless they came upon the unawares or ill-prepared—Gianna was neither of these things. Still, it wouldn’t do to leave the favor of flushing a potential ambush unrepaid. Fianna nudged her horse toward the edge of the ridge with her left knee. She was fairly certain she’d named the chestnut mare Theodora the…what number was she on again? If she was being honest with herself, and she thought honesty was a good practice in moderation, she went through a lot of horses. Theodora the not-yet-numbered slid a little on her front hooves into the slope before Gianna gave her a hard jab with her heels. The horse took off down the hill, Gianna rising up in her saddle, knees bent, heels down, back flat and perfectly perpendicular to the horse’s back. She charged down the wooded hill, dodging around trees and sunken boulders, low-hanging branches whipping over the top of her head and tearing at the sleeves of her coat and the leather chaps she wore strapped to the outside of her legs to protect the thigh-high boots she loved so much. There was no point in trying to string her bow while riding through such thick brush, she thought as she leapt Theodora over a fallen log. Her male horses she’d always named Theo and the females Theodora. She was positive, almost, that her next male horse would be Theo the Fifth and, not counting the horse she’d stolen from bandits mid-ambush that hadn’t made it twenty feet before an unlucky arrow had knocked it out from under her, the horse she was riding probably was Theodora the Seventh. There was no small sense of satisfaction at the conclusion she’d come to. She’d come to it just in time for the woods to break and her correctly numbered horse to crash out of the underbrush into the clearing. Nudging Theodora the Seventh into a full gallop, Gianna slipped he run-strung bow from its sheath along her horse’s flank. Using her stirruped foot as counter leverage, she strung the bow easily and twirled it up into her right hand, at the ready to fire. The first knoll, standing at its full height on hind legs was still a few paces back and apart from the others and the downed rider. At forty yards out, Gianna slid an arrow from her quiver, knocked it on the bow string, drew and fired. The arrow, given more weight and power from the energy of the charging horse and the elevated firing position, shot straight through the knoll’s back, leaving the fletching barely visible in the matted fur. The frothing red bubbles exiting the wound in the beast’s back told Gianna she’d found the knoll’s lung. The next knoll in line, who actually seemed to be waiting in a line—what were they doing that would require forming a line, Gianna wondered—rose and spun, hearing the hoof-beats bearing down on them, and noticing, for the first time, that the knoll last in line was now lying face down, leaking blood from the mouth, spun around with his large, erect penis flapping about. That explained the line well enough, she supposed. She fired her second arrow at near point-blank range, riding just out of the knoll’s reach as she passed. The arrow easily buried itself in the beast’s neck, above the collarbone, sending an arterial spray of red blood high into the air as it tore through one of the numerous major vessels in the neck. She cleared the killing zone by a dozen yards or so before she brought Theodora the Seventh to a stop with a few slow turns to expel her remaining energy. Gianna left her bow dangling by the pommel of her saddle and dismounted. The last knoll, first in line as it turned out, who had pinned the downed rider behind the bulk of the fallen stallion, lost interest in its prey when it spotted the dismounted rider. Gianna knew she didn’t strike a particularly dangerous figure once dismounted. She was below six feet tall, with wiry muscles, and completely incapable of retaining feminine curves for the lean and active lifestyle she led of an oft-unemployed mercenary. From the scabbard on her belt, she drew her long, curved cavalry saber with a pleasing metallic hiss. The ends of her long, heavy coat, whipped in the wind around her legs as she waited for the knoll. The beast, focused entirely on the saber, hefted his discarded weapon, a rusty axe of indeterminate make, and made his charge with teeth gnashing and growls aplenty. Gianna watched, moved the sword in her left hand even further out to her side and watched the knoll’s focus follow. When the knoll was in range, three paces or so, at a full charge, rearing up to swing the axe at Gianna’s sword arm, she dropped the three throwing knives from her right sleeve into the palm of her hand and threw them. All three found purchase, working their way up the front of the knoll with the last in line burying itself in the gaping maw. The knoll slid face-first across the dead grass to come to a stop just shy of Gianna’s toes. Fianna slipped off the broad-brimmed leather hat she wore nearly everywhere to let some of the heat out that she’d built up during the ride and brief combat. She liked the hat with its lovely purple plume that she’d taken off a…turning the hat over in her hand she found the plume, which had formerly jutted from the band, was missing, likely torn off by an errant branch on her ride down the hill. She slid her saber back into the scabbard with an angry clank, ran her fingers through her messy, short, red hair, and pulled the hat tight back onto her head. The rider who had cost her the plume was regaining her feet. Gianna stormed over to give the foolish woman a piece of her mind about costing passersby valuable feathers for hats.“Hey!” she shouted, in eloquently. “This…what’s all this?” Nonsense was usually about the best she could muster in her speech when she got angry. She took a settling breath and tried again. “Do you know…? Well…do you? Hats…for knolls? Bad trade!” She had a temper, both her parents had had tempers too, and none of them could manage much beyond violence when they were angry—certainly not well-reasoned, or even coherent arguments. In the tiny hut where she was raised, she, her mother, her father, and her brother would scream incoherent babble at each other when angry and then usually resolve their differences with violence. It gave her an edge as a warrior, having been in some combat all her life, but she still couldn’t speak while angry. The downed rider finally regained her feet, and turned to her would-be rescuer. Gianna stopped in her tracks, eyeing the woman suspiciously from beneath the brim of her hat, which obscured much of her own face in shadow. The anger seemed to drain from her, and she couldn’t, even with great effort, remember exactly why she’d been so mad. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Since being forced to leave her home, it seemed like life had held one challenge after another for her and Keira, and most had been bad. Her fortunes had changed so quickly. Her life had been like a fairy tale with Calendar, the prince who had married her despite her mixed blood and uncertain heritage, changing her life so dramatically. But all that was over now. Her banishment from the kingdom was the end of that life, and the beginning of this one. For weeks, she and Keira had been traveling, searching for a new place to belong. They had become close, having only each other to rely on. Keira had always been loyal, but even though Their was no longer the princess, Keira still treated her as a precious treasure, to be protected at all costs. This time, it may have been too high a cost. Thyri's thoughts were brought back to the present as she took in the sight of the angry stranger coming towards her now. She took a half step back, slightly intimidated by the wide brimmed that and wind whipped long coat. At first, she wasn't sure exactly who or what kind of person she faced. Obviously a warrior, and a very good one, judging from the quick efficiency with which the knolls were dispatched. Not even Keira had done so well. The heavy saber swinging from the warrior's belt was reason enough that she didn't want this person mad at her. She tried in vain to pull the shreds of her clothes together to cover the exposed parts of herself. Tantalizing glimpses of bare flesh could still be seen through the slashed material despite her best efforts. Her blouse, tunic and soft riding leggings had all been of fine quality, but were now ruined. She winced from the pain of the stinging slashes she could feel burning on her breasts and lower belly from where the beast had tried to expose her for his fun. She wasn't sure without looking, but she thought she could feel a growing warm stickiness that could be blood. But the greatest hurt was the sharp stabbing inside her when she moved or tried to breathe too deeply. She could fix all of these ills, but first things first. She had to determine if this person meant her further harm. Thyri heard the words the stranger shouted, but they were spoken in the common trade language of humans. She understood well enough, though it was not the language she was accustomed to using. But still the words she heard made no sense to her. Perhaps she was befuddled from her near trauma, she thought. She cocked her head slightly to one side, looking askance at the strange ranting person, as if trying to decipher what was being said. Thyri pulled herself up as straight and tall as she could, squaring her small shoulders back and rising to her 5'2" height. Now that the warrior was closer, Their could see that she was female, and she felt a little more at ease. Their had known a few brave and fierce women warriors, and had enjoyed a deep and abiding relationship with two of them. Tatyana had been her first love, but couldn't bear to see her with Calendar. Then there was Keira, who would never let herself be more than a bodyguard and friend, even though Their had offered more. Their couldn't help wondering about the woman before her now. Would she become a friend as well? Determined to gather as much dignity as possible under the circumstances, she took a deep steadying breath to calm herself and spoke softly, though with a tremor in her voice that she couldn't quite hide; a leftover effect from the all too nearly disastrous trauma she had endured. She spoke the common trade language with a pronounced elvish accent." I understand your language, but I am having trouble making sense of your words. If you calm down and speak more slowly, perhaps I can understand you better. You seem to be....sputtering. I do not know why you are angry, but I am grateful to you for helping me. You saved my life! I am in your debt." She executed a formal curtsy, as best she could with her injuries and while trying to hold together her remaining clothing. She bowed her head, causing her auburn hair to fall forward, partially obscuring her face. Furthermore, she brushed it back behind her delicately pointed ear on her uninjured side, her violet, slightly slanted eyes showing the momentary pain caused by raising her hand. Addressing her savior once more, she offered a disarming smile and said,"My name is Annisthyrienne, but my friends call me Their. I would hope I could count you among those who would call me that, and whom I would call 'friend'." Thyri looked around behind her, taking in the sight of the dead knolls and the lifeless body of Keira's horse. The steed had borne her in her mad dash to escape as best he could, but he had been a war horse, not a sprinter. She didn't know how far she was from their original camp, but her thoughts were of Keira, wondering if she could have survived, if she needed help. Their's eyes lit upon the horse of the warrior woman standing nearby. With a desperate look, she pleaded with the woman,"Please, I know I have no right to ask any more of you, but my friend and bodyguard fell defending me from them. She may yet live and need help! I have to get back to her. Could you take me? Could you help me to save her, if it is possible?" Gianna considered the woman coldly for a moment, glanced to the horse she’d ridden into the ground, and then shook her head. She had the look of someone who at one point might have had money, but retained only the trappings of it without any of the actual coin. Life as a mercenary, especially a female one, was difficult at best, and risking her horse for what would likely just be a polite ‘thank you’ with no monetary exchange wasn’t remotely worth it.“Your horse is dead, mine is lathered, you’re injured, and my hat is missing a valued feather,” Gianna said. Kneeling behind the closest knoll, she rolled it over onto its back and set about the work of removing the throwing knives. The scent of blood would bring ravens first, then wolves, and likely bears or something worse by nightfall. The arrows would be a complete loss, but the bodies might have something of value to scavenge or sell later. She tugged the baubles and trinkets off the harness of the nearest knoll and slipped them into her satchel. She walked past the even sounding woman to search her other two kills. The lead knoll, also the first in line, ended up being the richest as well; the other two had little or nothing of value. Standing from her last search, she scanned the tree line in the direction the rider had come, listening for any further pursuit. Whatever camp the knolls had flushed the woman from likely contained enough interesting items to hold their attention, at least, for the time being. Fianna turned her attention back to the even woman, who had stated her name, she was almost positive she’d said a name, but she wasn’t really listening and thus couldn’t remember what it was. It was a long, mouthful of a name from somewhere heavily influenced by elves—she shrugged off trying to remember.“If you want a ride to the next town or station, I can probably help,” Gianna said, without really thinking about how far that might be. “But as for killing the rest of your knolls—I don’t fight for free.” She had fought for free years ago, a volunteer rebel in an uprising that was put down with such violence she’d only escaped because she was one of a handful of women left alive in the entire fiefdom. She’d fought for a percentage of the take with a band of highwaymen for years after, which was usually fairly close to free. But, nearing her thirtieth birthday, she was past her prime as a warrior and couldn’t afford to work for free. She was heading west, to the territories, where lone mercenaries could still make money, and she’d need to make money along the way to complete the trip in good enough shape to be hirable. Fianna removed her hat, rustling out her short, messy red hair, cut in such a chaotic style that could only be achieved by someone cutting their own hair with a dagger without the aid of a mirror. She set her house on the still flanks of the other woman’s dead horse, and held out her hands for the woman to inspect.“Let me take a look at you to see if you’re in any shape to ride even,” Gianna said, a little surprised when the elvish sounding woman visibly relaxed. Leaving her fingerless, leather riding gloves on, Gianna only made a cursory inspection of the woman’s injuries. There were obvious cuts and scrapes, which weren’t anything too serious, but likely broken bones as well, which could range from bad to catastrophic depending on their location and severity. Gianna was far more the causing wound type than knowing what to do with one after the fact.“I imagine you’ll live,” Gianna said, “but I’m afraid your dress was terminally wounded.” Their had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping open in astonishment at the woman's flat refusal to help her. She heard the warrior's reasons, and all except the thing about the feather made sense, but it was just that nobody had ever told her 'no' before when she was a princess. It just wasn't done! She had to bite back a caustic remark that came to her mind about the warrior's callousness. 'After all, she did just go out of her way to save my life', Their thought. Perhaps she just didn't understand the part about helping Keira. Their cast about, as if looking for the words to use to persuade her benefactor to change her mind. She watched the warrior loot the bodies for anything of value, trying to think of a way she could convince her to help. Maybe she just didn't realize there was still a chance to save Keira.“If you want a ride to the next town or station, I can probably help,” Gianna said, without really thinking about how far that might be. “But as for killing the rest of your knolls—I don’t fight for free.” Annisthyrienne's mind began to turn. The knolls would no doubt loot everything of value from their camp, and in that knowledge was her hope that Keira might still live. If the beasts were more interested in treasure than in Keira, maybe she could survive long enough for Their to help her. If she could get this warrior to come back with her and kill the remaining knolls, they could recover the road stake she had left, and she could pay for this woman's service. If it was treasure that the woman wanted in exchange for fighting, that might be possible to acquire. She fervently hoped the knolls would be distracted from whatever they intended for Keira before it was too late. Even if they killed her friend, she could help, as long as it wasn't too late. She'd done it before, after all, and been called a goddess because of it by the simple villagers who knew no better. Of course, if there were to be any chance of helping Keira that way, she couldn't spend her energies on healing herself, no matter how much she hurt. That would only drain her strength. She would need all she had if she had to go after Keira's spirit. Her thoughts were interrupted when the warrior spoke again.“Let me take a look at you to see if you’re in any shape to ride even,” Perhaps she does care about more than treasure or money, Their thought. She stepped over to let the warrior examine her wounds; not because she believed this person could do anything to help her that she couldn't do for herself, as far as her wounds at least. But if she was showing compassion, then there might be a chance to convince her to help Keira too, if Their could exploit those feelings. She wished her empathy sense worked in both directions. It let her feel their feelings and their pain, which allowed her to heal them, but it sure would be useful if she could make them feel what she felt. The warrior's touch was not hurtful, but not exactly gentle either. It felt a little odd to have someone touching her on parts of her body that were so intimate, but she showed enough care to be gentle, at least for a warrior. Their stole a moment to have a good look at her rescuer. That tousled red hair made her smile. What was it about redheads that she seemed to like so much? The warrior caught her musing when she finished her examination and looked back up, their eyes meeting. Their tried to suppress the feeling of awkwardness when the sight of the woman's eyes made her forget her own thoughts for a moment.“I imagine you’ll live,” Gianna said, “but I’m afraid your dress was terminally wounded.” She turned away to retrieve her torn cloak and fashioned it around herself as best she could to preserve her modesty." Uh, Oh, y-yes, I'll be all right. It's nothing I can't fix. And I have some other clothes back at my camp. I just need to go and..... Oh, but I forgot. You won't take me back there, you said. Is there nothing I can say to make you change your mind? Keira was still alive when last I saw her! Please, you must understand how much she means to me. She is the only friend I have left now. I cannot just abandon her to that fate." With renewed desperation, she pleads her case urgently, hoping to get it all out before the warrior woman stopped listening, or made her stop talking. In her excited state, she gripped the warrior's shoulders with her hands." Listen, I can pay you, if that's what you want. I have silver, in coins, back at the camp. All we have to do is get rid of the remaining knolls and take it back from them. There surely couldn't be but three or maybe four more of them. And I saw how quickly you killed these three. You could do it easily by yourself, but I will help. I just need to backtrack and find my bow, and then I can help you fight them. Well.... I'd need some arrows too, but then I could help! And if we defeat the knolls, then I can save Keira, and I can pay you for helping us! Please!" She looked into the dubious expression of the warrior woman and released her shoulders. She doubted she had convinced her. Furthermore, she was crestfallen. As her own shoulders slumped, she seized upon one last possible ploy to try." You said you would help me get to the nearest town? Well, the nearest is the human settlement of Layette. And it lies about 4 days in that direction." She pointed with the arm on her good side back the way the knolls had chased her from." Keira and I were on our way there when we were attacked." The woman was gripping her shoulders for a time and then talking, a lot, really fast, and not making a ton of sense. Gianna wondered why she’d never learned to pay attention when people spoke. It was always happening—someone would be yammering on about something important they wanted her to do, and she’d be daydreaming while staring at them. The woman released her shoulders. She must be done talking, Gianna thought. She sounded hysterical, which wasn’t remotely helpful. Were you supposed to strike hysterical women or dump water on them? Gianna could never remember. Her father used to strike her mother when she was worked up, but that usually resulted in her mother striking her father back with a handy blunt object. But Gianna would be damned if she was going to waste her water. The woman said something about the nearest village being directly back the way Gianna had just come. Not directly back, kind of back and a little to the south, but definitely not west. More importantly, the woman wasn’t actually pointing toward Layette, at least, not the fastest route to it. She clearly thought Gianna simple enough to trick, or she was desperate enough to try anything, regardless she couldn’t let the slight go without some mild form of punishment.“Actually, the closest town is a day’s ride over those mountains,” Gianna lied. She grasped the woman’s arm, and turned her completely in the other direction until she was pointing toward the North West. “It’s a lovely place, once you get past the smell; I believe it’s called Canker. They raise hogs, mostly, sell the pork and manure. I’ll just take you there instead, since it’s closer.” Fianna liked spastic women. They were lively, interesting in bed usually, and they filled the spaces in conversations Gianna had no interest in filling herself. She had theories about their tireless tongues and how talking all the time made them particularly good at other tongue related things, but every time she’d brought that particular theory up to a spastic woman in the past, they tended to get angry and would refuse to talk or do the other thing, so she’d just started keeping it to herself. Gianna put on her hat and began walking back in the direction of her horse, quite certain the chatterbox woman wouldn’t follow. When she got far enough away, she turned back to look to her.“You don’t want to go to Canker?” Gianna asked, knowing full well the little princess didn’t want to go to the pig farming town she’d concocted on the spot. “Hamm,” she mused. “Maybe you should stay here, and I’ll go back to your camp, by myself, to see if there really is silver there. If there is, I can come back and get you. If there isn’t, I forget that I saved you and leave you here.” She turned her back on the woman, but didn’t take another step toward her horse. When she heard the crunching of grass under delicate feet, she waited for the exact right moment, spun around on the woman, grabbing up two fistfuls of her cloak and dress. She pulled the woman close enough for them both to be under the brim of her hat and narrowed her green, cat-like eyes, staring down the smaller woman.“Or maybe you should learn manners enough to thank someone who just saved your life, realize how precarious your current situation is, and never question my intelligence again with your little ruses,” Gianna said, her voice even and calm. “If you’re going to try to live by your wits, they’re in desperate need of sharpening.” Gianna released the woman’s cloak and dress, gently smoothing the areas wrinkled by her hands. “Now, get on the horse, Little Bird, before I change my mind.” She always did better with the names she gave people—Little Bird described the woman far better than any name given at birth, and Gianna didn’t really have the time or inclination to go around learning people’s given names, especially since people tended to die so ridiculously easily. She turned on her heels and walked back to Theodora the Seventh, and pulled herself up into the saddle, waiting to see if the talkative woman would actually follow… Their's eyes widened in surprise and a little fright at the warrior's sudden grab. Brought up close to look into her eyes, she heard the low, deadly calm voice speaking to her. The grip on her clothes was causing her ribs to hurt more than she wanted to let on, but still the pain showed in her eyes. She didn't answer, only blinked, but the words sunk in. It gave her something to think about. Had she been ungrateful? She had been so worried about Keira that maybe she had offered some insult to this person who saved her life. All she'd wanted was to make this woman understand that she wanted to help her friend. The red haired warrior was smoothing out her shredded clothes now, telling her to get on the horse. But still she stayed where she was. Turning back to look in the direction she had come when the knolls were chasing her, in the direction that Keira would still be, she paused to consider. She had encountered the aftermath of a knoll attack before. The memory came back to her. She and Tatyana had been traveling together through wilderness similar to this. They had come upon the scene of a slaughter of an entire wolf pack, the result of an organized band of knolls trying to eliminate all competitive predators from the area. But they had left one alive, only barely. A female wolf was tied down to a large flat rock, bleeding from her vulva, battered and dying. Their recalled how she had used her empathic sense to try to help the injured animal. The impressions that had come to her in the crude animal images-feelings had shocked her so badly that she had screamed, frightening Tatyana as well."THEY RAPED HER!!!"was all Their could scream then, over and over. The shock of the images was so brutal that she was almost too afraid of experiencing it all over again through the wolf's memories to re-establish empathic contact. Tatyana had finally helped her to overcome the fear and Their had done what she could to soothe the animal's passing. The wolf was too weak to heal; Their was only able to ease her pain while she died. She gave a shudder at the thought that Keira might have suffered such a fate. Would she be lying somewhere, waiting to die? Would Their be able to do anything for her? Or, as was most likely, was she already dead, mutilated, perhaps devoured? She had to face the likelihood that nothing could be done for the last friend she had. Where would she go now? What could she do? She glanced back at the warrior, now mounted on her horse, waiting to see if Their would come or not. She realized she had no choice. Furthermore, she was in no shape to fight them by herself, or even get back to the camp. Furthermore, she had no weapons, no money, no resources, and probably now, no friend. Her heart sank, and her shoulders slumped in defeat. There was nothing she could do. Reluctantly she trudged over to the horse and looked up at the warrior who had saved her life. Putting one hand on the rider's boot, she said,"I'm sorry for trying to deceive you. I wanted you to take me back to my camp, so I could try to help my friend. I'm a healer; I thought I could help her. But she's probably dead. I have no place else to go. I am grateful that you saved my life. If I didn't thank you before, I'm sorry for that too. I have no way to reward you for what you've done. As you can see, I have nothing left." "But if I've been deceptive, so have you. There is no place called Canker anywhere around these lands. And if you took me back in the way you pointed, we would both be dead in days, or imprisoned. There is nothing in that direction except Randall, an even kingdom. They would hate us both, and for the same reason." She paused as she accepted the warrior's help in mounting behind her, wincing in pain from her ribs." They don't like the blood we have in us."she finished, placing her hands on the warrior's hips as the horse began moving." By the way, what should I call you? And where are you taking me?"

Chronicles of the Wanderer- Ch 1- Princess in Exile|rating:3.0

Aftergame (Indowriter&Pellanestra)

It had been five months since the so-called Blip, the powerful snap that returned Bucky and trillions of other lifeforms, and he was downright sick of being cooped up in another Quintet. He would forever be thankful for the flight capabilities of the ships, yes, but he was sure that it was also fair to be sick of waking up to the chaos erupting on the floor of Bruce's lab or random visits from extraterrestrial participants in SHIELD. (Thor, primarily, yes, but Bucky had fostered a fearful respect of the out of shape god-alien that he wasn't about to simply discard in the name of maintaining his appearance of masculinity.) He wanted something to do, and he wasn't about to get an apartment of his own any time soon. So, short of ideas and a tad desperate, Bucky suggested to Director Fury that he lend his skills to SHIELD by undertaking some missions. "Not all," he had assured, "Just because I know that I could be of some use to you." Unsurprisingly, he had been given a bit of a hairy eyeball by the man, but the fact that he wasn't outright denied, was instead given a reluctant, "ill think I got one idea," in response, could be counted as a victory. Bucky certainly counted it as one. It took some pushing suggestions to eventually get a response, and when he did, it was in the form of a very short, very concise email with the heading of 'Missions Consideration', the text body thereafter detailing that there were sightings far out from the New York area that could be the handiwork of a new recruit for the Avengers. Lord knows that they could use extra hands after losing a few for good, and due to some others deserving a short break from the hero life. The Spider-kid, following Stark's death, looked like he needed a break. Bucky couldn't blame him. He wasn't too sure about what exactly this mission would entail, but he made sure that his mind was as open as he could keep it. He sat in the left seat of the Quintet, resting his head in a particular metal hand and starting out the left window at the beaches they passed. It was raining lightly, a reason for the beach being devoid of human life for the time being. The waves didn't look as cheerfully blue as they'd been depicted back in his time, on postcard Bahamas postcards manufactured as a Coca-Cola Ad. These were blue, yet so dark one would mistake it as black unless you looked closer." You alright?" Bucky, caught in his thoughts, glanced up from the outside world he had long gazed upon. He glanced to the one speaking to him, donned in her usual red learn outfit and dark bags beneath her eyes. Bucky wasn't all too pleased to find that Wanda would be coming with him; she'd suffered a lot from five months ago and needed a lot more time to rest herself. And yet, the Maximoff came along without a fuss and without much of any word. Until now." Yeah, all good." The elder of the two replied, and when he got another questioning glance, he looked down at his outfit. Black jeans and a button-up. Not a costume like Sam's by any means, but a lot more comfy than the usual army attire and laden jackets he drowned himself in, usually. "No need to overdress, I say."" Hmm." Came the half incredulous repeat from her, who was looking out the window just as he did now. "Speaking of, interesting that it's all the way out here."" Yeah. Hopefully, it'll go well." Wanda just nodded at this and went about looking at different things from the window's perspective. The idea of trying to converse more came to mind, but Bucky was never the best at beginning a conversation with others, even after more than a hundred years. While Wanda hadn't been alive nearly that long, she wasn't making an effort to talk either. After traveling out the remainder of the trip, they reached the area of their destination, but knew not to park too close to the place of residence. The Quintet slowed and descended several yards out, before finally turning off. Well, today was going to be boring, Riley thought as she hit the button to cut the call off and set her cell phone down. No working today thanks to the rain. And here she'd been looking forward to some sunshine on her skin, and a few more hours on her next paycheck. Go to the store or mall? No, that's where everyone else would be, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with a crowd of people today. She was still trying to adapt to the sudden influx of people when the lost ones had been returned five months ago. The world had gone from a silent, sullen place to being full of life and noise. Oh, she was glad they were back. Happy that the world was slowly starting to recover as people reclaimed their places in life. But as one of those who'd been left behind, all the noise and crush of people was something Riley was going to have to get used to again. Call home? Her gaze lingered on her phone for a long moment. She hadn't called home since that first day. She'd called just to make sure it was true, that everyone was back. Furthermore, she'd spoken to her mother, and spent thirty minutes listening to Why didn't you just stay here?. Furthermore, she didn't blame her mother for not understanding when she tried to explain. But in the last five months, she hadn't had the heart to call back. She knew what was coming next, Why haven't you come back? No, she couldn't call home yet. She also couldn't go back and wasn't sure she'd ever be ready to venture back into Texarkana. She doubted it would ever recover enough to match her childhood memories. Furthermore, she'd rather cherish those, then return to see the devastation she'd left behind trying to be hidden by those who hadn't witnessed its downfall. Book, she could read a book. There was that bodice ripper that her fellow lifeguard, Lily, had handed her the other day with a wink and a "Sugar, ya gotta read this one. Makes me wish there really were men like this alive." It had been passed around so much the cover was well-worn and the spine broken, but maybe that was a sign it was actually good? Probably not, Riley smirked, walking barefooted into her small kitchen. Lily thought Fifty Shades was this generation's equivalent of Shakespeare. So, no reading. Hmm, maybe baking? She hadn't made a batch of cookies in ages, and it would help chase the gloomy atmosphere the rain was causing away for a bit. She was digging through her cabinets to see if she had everything for peanut butter cookies when the whine of jet engines caught her attention. It was a sound that didn't belong here. And it was close. The nearest air station was Merritt Field in Beaufort, and she'd never seen the Marines flying their jets around here. Maybe it was a new thing? Closing her cabinets, she stood there a moment, waiting to hear that whine pass overhead, expecting the jet to just be buzzing her neighborhood. Probably some new flyby thinking its funny to shake up the civilians. But it only grew louder. Closer. But not overhead. The sound was focused more toward the front of her small house. Slipping out of her kitchen, she stepped over to her front door, unlocked it, and opened it slightly...only to throw the front door completely open as her gaze fell upon the jet descending in the drive that led up to her house. That's not a Marine jet, she thought as she glanced up at the sky to see if there were any other jets visible. She'd seen pictures of jets like that one, saw one in footage from the New York Invasion. Why the hell was one of those here, in her front yard? Hmmm, maybe this wasn't going to be as boring a day as she thought? Leaning against the door frame, Riley placed one hand on her hip and casually crossed her ankles, bracing the toes of one bare foot against the cool wood of the floor. Her momma would be ashamed of her, She almost smirked at that thought as she watched the jet settle against the ground, the jet wash blowing a light mist of rain across her and through her front door. Not properly dressed to receive company, for shame. Hell, her momma wouldn't approve of even going around the house wearing the cut-off, faded jean shorts that were resting a bit low on her hips and the tank top advertising a local crab shack (heavens, there weren't even enough to those spaghetti straps to hide her bra straps, for shame!). Maybe they're lost? Riley thought, taking a deep breath as she mentally tapped into her abilities just in case. After all, you never could tell if someone was friend or foe if they were suddenly dropping down onto an Inhuman's doorstep. They hadn't noticed the woman in the doorway giving them her full attention, since they were already starting to suit up to make their way off the jet. Bucky glanced over at Wanda as he pulled up the hood of his jacket, noticing that she'd opened a compartment to retrieve what appeared to be a red flap of sorts. Seeing her clip it onto her shoulders made him realize in an instant that it was an attachable hood for her whole costume. "Remind me to get one of those for my shtick." He quipped lightly, hands shoved halfway into his pockets. Wanda glanced at him in confusion before it clicked for her too, and then she relaxed again. "I've only seen you wear...whatever your suit is twice. Otherwise, it's this jean fashion you like so much." She joined him before the slowly opening Quintet doors, laying out their path towards the house. Cold air rushed in to chill the both of them, less so on Bucky's part due to experiences. He vaguely remembered the missions he was assigned to over the years before Steve ever helped him out of it, being in places like Antarctica for months upon months. Such a time period left him just a little less than invincible to mild weather like this. Part of him wondered if Wanda had endured colder weather than what was presented, but he didn't feel it was necessary to ask. Plus, the woman beat him to talking. "What were Fury's instructions again?" Bucky mentally ran over every detail told him in the meeting prior to this little trip. "Give your friendliest talk in your friendliest voice, be honest about what you're asking of the recruit and hope they say yes. He says try your hardest, even if they say no. I say we leave." Wanda raised an eyebrow with directly looking at him. "Yeah, If I was anyone else... I might not be too keen on joining either. Long hours, chance of your workplace being blown to hell, and no insurance." Bucky almost added to that with "and a high mortality rate", but figured that kind of quip would be pretty bad to say. He shrugged to her words. " At least we live on a Stark Budget, and we're friends with the King of Wakanda." He said. "In any case, we have a list of potential people anyway. If this lady doesn't want to, we move on to that guy in Harlem."" No, that's who Carol's handling. Our plan B is whoever is in Hell's kitchen." Wanda winced at the light spray of water inside the ship, reaching up to wipe her face. "Do you want to do the talking on this one?"" It'd usually be Steve." Bucky responded. In hindsight, he should have called the much, much older man for advice on a matter like this. If anyone could convince anyone to join a group like the one he was in--it would be none other than Captain America. There was no need to bother him anyway. "I'm not good with talking to people, as our silent trip has shown." Wanda nodded reluctantly, raising her hand halfway up. "Fair enough. Let's go." Wispy tendrils of bright red energy slithered from her fingertips and materialized above their heads collectively. They webbed and interlocked into a sort of circular pattern in midair, then followed after the two of the as they walked. Wanda's umbrella did a fine job of keeping their heads dry, even if it left them both vulnerable to the wind currents. Bucky looked around them as Wanda focused on creating a red walkway as well due to the rain turning the sand into mud. Depending on the tastes one had, this was a peaceful place to live. The beach would keep you secluded, and the rain wouldn't flood any walkways when it could clearly travel to the ocean. As he admired the way the dark black skies and the darker oceans mixed in the horizon, he came to notice the very reason for their being there had taken notice of them likely before they ever landed. They had apparently caught her in the midst of her day, if the attire was anything to say about it. He nudged Wanda, their walk having brought them to the concrete path to the woman's door. Wanda blinked in mild surprise, straightening up. What to say, what to say? Introductions weren't very necessary-- Wanda was sure her face was all over the news several times before. "Good. Evening, Miss Riley." She awkwardly said at first. A quick glance told her Bucky really wasn't planning on saying much of anything. "We hate to bother you in the middle of your day, of course... If it is that." Wanda couldn't quite tell by the clothes she wore, so she just quickly continued. "We came to ask some questions to you and maybe discuss some potential prospects of the future... Preferrably, not out here?" Riley tensed when two figures descended from the jet, a reaction that had become ingrained in her from being on the move for five years. But one thing she'd learned, was while being prepared for a potential attack, if that attack didn't come within the first few minutes, it generally wasn't going to come at all. She found herself holding her breath, waiting, watching...only to straighten up suddenly as she watched the one dressed in red weave an intricate mesh of energy to shield them from the rain. Powers. That one was powered, like her. Holy shit. That changed things, it shifted her perceptions of the possibility of an attack to a point where she didn't know what to expect at all. Just in case, she tightened her mental grip upon the layer of bedrock resting beneath the layers of sand and soil, clenching her left hand into a fist as if she was holding that stone beneath them within her hand. She remained standing in her doorway though, watching them approach in silence while resisting the urge to shiver each time the wind washed across her. The fact that at least one of them was... Her dark eyes widened as she finally got a good look at who it was striding up her walkway. She'd seen the woman all over the TV when all the stuff had happened in Segovia, she'd seen her with the... Oh my word, that's an Avenger. Here. Coming up to my house. Riley immediately released her hold on the rock beneath them, feeling a faint quiver under her bare feet as the stone settled back into its place. Shit, didn't realize I'd lifted a bit, She thought. Normally she was extremely controlled in her powers. She'd slipped a tiny bit, probably in the shock of seeing an honest-to-God hero in her yard. Tearing her gaze away from the Avenger, she glanced at the man with her. She'd seen him too. His face plastered all over TV, but not associated with all the heroic events as the woman. She'd seen reports that he had been wanted, he was dangerous...then something else had come out that he was framed or something? Okay this made no sense, why a hero like Oh God, what was her name... Windy? Winona? NO, it was Wanda! That's it! Why were they here? Normally she'd have done the whole Southern thing of greeting them with a big smile and AHI, how you all doin' today?" Instead, she stood there, in shock and tongue-tied, looking between the two of them, a touch of confusion on her features. Wanda blinked in mild surprise, straightening up. What to say, what to say? Introductions weren't very necessary-- Wanda was sure her face was all over the news several times before. "Good. Evening, Miss Riley." She awkwardly said at first. A quick glance told her Bucky really wasn't planning on saying much of anything. "We hate to bother you in the middle of your day, of course... If it is that." Wanda couldn't quite tell by the clothes she wore, so she just quickly continued. "We came to ask some questions to you and maybe discuss some potential prospects of the future... Preferrably, not out here?" Okay. Questions. That was unexpected. Why would an Avenger have questions for her? Unless... Sonovabitch! Someone must have seen her use her powers. Lord, she knew she should have looked for cameras that last time, when she'd stopped that darn school bus from sloughing into the front of the bank downtown when its brakes went out. Great, someone had ratted her out, and they'd done a search and discovered she wasn't registered with that Segovia Act thing. Even though at the time it had been signed she technically didn't have her powers active yet. Her mind was whirling with the thought that the government had sent an Avenger to get her to sign or something that she almost missed the rest of what Wanda was saying. Wait...what? Future prospects? Not Segovia Accords, or whatever it was called?" Oh, sorry! Please," she stepped back a bit and to one side to allow them to get in out of the rain. "Come in." Sheesh, her momma would definitely be ashamed of her right about now. She glanced into her house, grateful that it was clean. The furniture wasn't expensive, but it was comfortable. The living room had a nice airy, open feeling with all the windows. Her furniture wasn't all perfectly matching, but was pieces that had appealed to her, mainly in shades of blues like the ocean normally looked when it wasn't storming. There weren't any photos to be seen anywhere though. The walls were bare. There were no photos in frames on any of the surfaces. If anything it looked as if she hadn't been living there very long, or she was prepared to drop everything and leave if needed." Can I get you all somethin' to drink? I have some sweet tea in the fridge, or I have coffee or tea if you'd like somethin' warm?" She offered as she glanced between Wanda and Bucky. She was trying not to act like one of those people who faint or scream when in the presence of a celebrity, even if her heart was beating a bit faster. Awkward silence, needless to say, was a prime factor in the meeting so far. Bucky hadn't felt this much intense awkwardness since the fight at the German airport, with all the arguing going on around them. It was already awkward enough with Wanda showing up in her full on costume, and this lady dressed in shorts and a tank top in this kinda of weather. While it was admittedly...attractive, Bucky wasn't sure how much more awkward he could tolerate before he spoke and said something even more awkward. Thankfully, the woman caught on enough to let them inside, just a few moments after a thunderclap made the flooring beneath them ripple oddly. Wanda nodded appreciatively do being allowed to enter, and her hands lowered to allow the red energy she created to die off. "Thank you for hospitality." Bucky noted the interior of the house silently, his eyes scanning over the pictureless frames and the different corporations that somehow still borough the house together. He wasn't going to judge anyone based on how their house looked, given that he was certain his room didn't look so good himself. He was surprised that anyone with a power over rocks and stuff would choose a beach to settle down, what with the sand turning to mud during the rainy days and shifting the foundation of the house no less. Still, Bucky reckoned that it was a good place to avoid people. He spotted what he assumed to be the dining room table, outfitted with four wooden chairs, and shifted down into it. If he were sporting his old titanium arm, its weight would have added to his and crushed the chair. Thank God for uranium. Wanda perked at the question as she sat down to the left of Barnes, giving him the briefest glance before responding. "Tea, if you please. Just for me." Barnes didn't want to do more than sit in the young woman's chair, let alone mooch off her drinks or anything. Some he took another look around the house and eventually rested his eyes on Wanda, who was thinking of what to say. "I do apologize for the random appearance. We wanted to speak in person, to talk with you about your...ERM, gifts." Bucky awkwardly added in a nod, something that made the corners of Wanda's cheeks lift a little. "I'm honestly not sure who the amateur video recorder was, but they might have a great future in the film industry," The Maximoff responded with a sheepish shrug. "Uh, I-In any case, SHIELD contacted the Avengers out of fear for your safety. The death of Hydra had caused a struggle for who will be there to fill their shoes and terrorize the world as they did. Not to alarm you, but the possibility of a group wanting to use you for Nefarious deeds is fairly high. "Wanda sheepishly coughed and clasped her hands nervously under the table. We wanted to be your best option in all this." Wanda perked at the question as she sat down to the left of Barnes, giving him the briefest glance before responding. "Tea, if you please. Just for me." Barnes didn't want to do more than sit in the young woman's chair, let alone mooch off her drinks or anything. Some he took another look around the house and eventually rested his eyes on Wanda, who was thinking of what to say. "I do apologize for the random appearance. We wanted to speak in person, to talk with you about your...ERM, gifts."" Sure thing." Riley replied glancing at Bucky as if to make sure he didn't want anything. She was almost tempted to offer him a beer, she had some perfect IPA from a local brewery that had started producing again just last month. Stepping over to the stove to put the kettle on to heat up the water, she kept glancing toward Wanda as she started to explain why they'd come to visit her. At the mention of her gifts, she sighed. Okay, that verified it. She'd been seen at some point. Was there a video on the internet for everyone to see or something? Which time had it been captured? The bus? Or was it from one of the other times she'd used her ability to help someone? She should have known better. There were cameras everywhere. Everyone had one on their phones now, hidden ones on buildings for security systems, traffic cameras. She had been a fool to think she wouldn't have been seen. Riley actually felt lucky that it had been an Avenger who'd dropped on her doorstep, rather than an angry crowd with pitchforks and torches coming for the Inhuman in their midst. The storm had been a blessing in disguise. It helped hide their presence as a small team of well-armed figures quietly made their way down the beach, the cottage coming into view behind a copse of palm trees and a sand Bern designed to help against high tides. Taking up positions behind the Bern, they stayed low, using the artificial rise of land to set up their weapons, aiming at the small structure." Acquisition team in position." One man, dressed in all black, his face concealed behind as mask, reported in. "Situation has become more complicated than anticipated. Target has been contacted by possible SHIELD agents." He grew still as he waited word from his superiors, the rain starting to come down harder upon them. Bucky awkwardly added in a nod, something that made the corners of Wanda's cheeks lift a little. "I'm honestly not sure who the amateur video recorder was, but they might have a great future in the film industry," The Maximoff responded with a sheepish shrug. "Uh, I-In any case, SHIELD contacted the Avengers out of fear for your safety. The death of Hydra had caused a struggle for who will be there to fill their shoes and terrorize the world as they did. Not to alarm you, but the possibility of a group wanting to use you for Nefarious deeds is fairly high. "Riley sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping just a bit at the confirmation that she'd been caught on camera. Great, just wonderful, she was probably a viral internet star and didn't even know it. But Wanda's words about not alarming her...well, it had the opposite effect. Riley turned to look at Wanda and Bucky, her blood chilling at the idea that it wasn't just redneck fearmongers with their torches that might come knocking. She'd seen all the stuff on the news about Hydra, they'd been akin to the Illuminati, only they'd had real power. If an Avenger was here to warn her and offer her safety...who, or what, was worse than Hydra?!" Acknowledged." the figure said softly in response to his orders and looked at the man to his right. "Use the thermal, check for positions. We are to attempt to bring in the asset unharmed. Any others in there are to be exterminated." His right-hand man brought out a piece of equipment and aimed it at the cottage. The screen lit up, showing the structure in hues of color based on temperature. The three figures congregated together in one section of the building stood out in the vibrant colors set for heat signatures. Wanda sheepishly coughed and clasped her hands nervously under the table. "We wanted to be your best option in all this." Riley felt stunned, a bit scared, and totally at a loss about what had, literally, dropped out of the sky along with the rain. Moving over to the table, she slid into the seat on Bucky's other side. Beer, tea, the kettle was all shoved to the background in light of what she'd just heard. Her gaze moved between her two guests, her eyes seeming to search their faces as if trying to find something in their expressions that might make her think this was all just a joke, even though she knew it wasn't. This was serious. Potentially life and death serious. "Any idea who might be after me?" She asked. "I haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary." She glanced between Wanda and Bucky again. Ordinary being the typical drunks, families, and out of town tourists that were usually crowding the beaches where she worked. Then again, some of those people weren't exactly ordinary if their behavior was anything to go by."Aim for the empty section of house." The man in charge of the strike team ordered, nodding toward one of his team. "Bring it down." One of the men further down from him lifted one of his weapons to his shoulder and took aim with his rocket launcher. Reaching up, Riley ran a hand through her blonde hair. She should be grateful, should be running into her bedroom to pack. But this felt surreal. Like she was actually asleep, dreaming that the Avengers were here. She glanced at Bucky. He would definitely fit in a dream she'd have, the quintessential dangerous, sexy, bad boy. Riley nearly jumped out of her skin as the kettle suddenly began to whistle as the water hit boiling point. She turned to look at it, started to rise up from her seat when the world suddenly, literally, exploded somewhere on the other side of her living room. Bucky finally decided to speak up, in a bid to try and ease her concerns. "Well, it's more of a...hypothetical thing that she's saying. Nothing super concrete to say that anyone really wants you." Wanda gave him a raised eyebrow of surprise, but looked pleased that he was willing to help. Of course, he was willing-- Bucky would always try to be dependable to his teammates, or potential recruits for that matter. Steve had always been dependable towards him in his time, so James would do the same to honor that kindness over the years. It was a bit odd to note that the lady's eyes fell on him a lot more often than on Wanda, who was doing the actual speaking as opposed to him. The kettle's loud whistle directed his attention off to the side, before a red wisp of energy lifted it and set it down carefully. It seemed Wanda always had the faster reflexes, moving with her abilities faster than any around her. Perhaps that was how she son around almost as fast as the explosion had been. The blast would have launched them all out of their seats had it not been for the shield Wanda put up in front of herself. Bucky watched in surprise as the Maximoff responded readily to the first unlucky mere to enter the building by picking his body up like a random and thrashing him against the bodies behind him. She only dropped him when more fired at her with semi-automatics and bigger pieces that Bucky easily recognized. He clicked his tongue to get Wanda's attention as he crouched low to the ground. "I say we finish this meeting at the HQ. I'm going to head her over to the jet, meet me there." He paused and pointed in the direction of the men. "Oh, let me see one of those guns. All I got is a pocket knife." With the flick of her pinkie, a red wisp yanked a semi from the hands of one their adversaries--all while she easily blocked all the bullets they had to offer her. James caught the gun and raised it to return perfect fire, which brought down three of his targets for the time being. He moved over to the other side of the table where Riley was to shrug at her. "I wouldn't worry about the house. Stark and SHIELD funds'll put things right back where it was, like this never happened." He nodded in the direction of the front door and readied his gun. "We're gonna to head to our Quintet right outside. Just keep low and follow me. If I have to handle any outside, just get to the Jet--its a fortress...Are you ready?" To try and be a little kind in what he was certain was an unsettling scenario, Bucky added: "I got your back, okay?" Riley could only nod at Bucky's words about the house, that was the least of her concerns at the moment. The men with the guns and the bullets flying around them, that was her primary focus. She'd never been in a situation like this and was extremely grateful that Wanda and Bucky were here. She didn't want to think about what might have happened if they hadn't been. She met Bucky's gaze as he directed her on his plan, putting it all in his capable hands and trusting that he and Wanda would get her out of here in one piece. "Okay," she took a deep breath. "Ready." When he added that he had her back, she offered him a faint smile. It helped, those few words actually helped. "And I've got yours." Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves she mentally latched onto the bedrock beneath them. Now that there was no need for subtly, she seized it tight, her mind tracing the path from here to the jet. She found the jet easily enough, the metal of its skin, while still an alloy, contained enough material that had been wrought of ore that she could sense it. The ground shuddered a bit beneath them, the sound of stone cracking as she forced it to bend and move to her will." Now I'm definitely ready." Glancing toward Wanda briefly as if judging distance, Riley scrambled to her feet from where she'd taken shelter even as the wooden floor a few feet in front of Wanda cracked, then exploded upward. A wall, a meter thick, shot up from the ground beneath the ruined house between Wanda and the contingency of armed men, blocking their shots and their view. While it wouldn't stop them permanently, it gave the Avengers a chance to make a break for it and would force the armed men to formulate a new plan of attack. Bucky had nearly forgotten just what the woman was capable of until she summoned her powerful abilities into lifting a massive wall of the sandy beach itself into the air between them and the enemy soldiers that had begun funneling in to try and swarm Wanda. She gawked at the great barrier of sand between them, the muffled voices and gunshots on the other side and then glanced back at Riley in surprise. "I... Why didn't I think of that?" She asked herself quietly, rising quickly and leading a brief sprint towards the front door of the demolished home. Her hand tapped a small device at her hip as she opened the door with her red magic. "Alright, let's get the earth bender out of here!" Bucky slowly joined Wanda after gesturing for Riley to follow after him. "Avatar? Right now?" Barnes had his newfound gun raised protectively in the rain, not that any of it could hit his head with Wanda's scarlet shield bubble around them. The soldiers were still in the back area of the house, but some of them became wise when they were just five feet from the open bay doors of the Quintet. The soldiers rushed in from behind the house with a blur of gunfire at the trio, which was easily blocked and returned with fire from Bucky's own gun. He slowly backed up with himself in front of Riley, and Wanda stalking backward as well until they had successfully entered the giant ship. Wanda instantly flung herself into the driver's seat and lifted off, causing Bucky to grab the doorway of the jet to keep from falling over. The Quintet lifted off as he started out of the frontal windows of the jet at the men giving off their harmless gunfire to the steadily fleeing ship. One of them held up a loaded rocket launcher at the ship, firing it straight at them. Almost nonchalantly, Wanda used her abilities to catch the rocket and angle it to fire right back down in front of the enemy group. Needless to say, the explosion scattered them about." I called SHIELD with that emergency dialer, so there's going to be a lot of agents coming to rescue and build your house," Wanda explained with an apologetic shrug. "In the meantime, we'd love to take you to our top-secret new HQ." Quote from: Underwriter on 07-01-2020, 04:18:03Lucky had nearly forgotten just what the woman was capable of until she summoned her powerful abilities into lifting a massive wall of the sandy beach itself into the air between them and the enemy soldiers that had begun funneling in to try and swarm Wanda. She gawked at the great barrier of sand between them, the muffled voices and gunshots on the other side and then glanced back at Riley in surprise. "I... Why didn't I think of that?" She asked herself quietly, rising quickly and leading a brief sprint towards the front door of the demolished home. Her hand tapped a small device at her hip as she opened the door with her red magic. "Alright, let's get the earth bender out of here!" If things weren't so dangerous at that moment, Riley would have laughed. Her gaze flickered between Bucky and Wanda, a glint of humor in her dark eyes for a moment at how easily these two bantered...must be what it's like to have friends, a team, people at your back and side. For a loner like her, it was uplifting to see friendship actually existed. QuoteBucky slowly joined Wanda after gesturing for Riley to follow after him. "Avatar? Right now?" Barnes had his newfound gun raised protectively in the rain, not that any of it could hit his head with Wanda's scarlet shield bubble around them. The soldiers were still in the back area of the house, but some of them became wise when they were just five feet from the open bay doors of the Quintet. The soldiers rushed in from behind the house with a blur of gunfire at the trio, which was easily blocked and returned with fire from Bucky's own gun. He slowly backed up with himself in front of Riley, and Wanda stalking backward as well until they had successfully entered the giant ship. Wanda instantly flung herself into the driver's seat and lifted off, causing Bucky to grab the doorway of the jet to keep from falling over. The Quintet lifted off as he started out of the frontal windows of the jet at the men giving off their harmless gunfire to the steadily fleeing ship. One of them held up a loaded rocket launcher at the ship, firing it straight at them. Almost nonchalantly, Wanda used her abilities to catch the rocket and angle it to fire right back down in front of the enemy group. Needless to say, the explosion scattered them about." I called SHIELD with that emergency dialer, so there's going to be a lot of agents coming to rescue and build your house," Wanda explained with an apologetic shrug. "In the meantime, we'd love to take you to our top-secret new HQ." Settled in one of the seats, her heart hammering in her chest, Riley nodded. "This earth bender is extremely grateful," she said, before giving herself a quick once over. There were some scratches, she was absolutely going to have some lovely, multicolored bruises, but...no bullet holes, no pieces of a house sticking out of a limb. She would have called it a miracle, only she knew it was entirely due to Wanda and Bucky. If they hadn't been there, well, she didn't want to think about what might have happened." I owe you both a huge debt," she said, a faint smile of relief on her face. "It's safe to say I'm taking you up on your initial offer. Where is this top-secret new HQ at?" "See? She likes the reference." Wanda remarked with a sly smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the grin coming to his features ever so slightly. They not only evaded a deadly assault, but managed to keep one of their recruits from flat out dying or being captured by the assailants. He hoped Fury had some idea of whom these people were to begin with--Thad have plenty of time to find out now that Riley was with the Avengers, and only fools or stone wielding titans would dare to attack them on their own turf. A turf that was already very much hidden from the public at the strong urgency of T'challah and Sam alike. Barnes raised an eyebrow to the thankfulness Riley offered. Since being broken out of the grip of Hydra, Barnes didn't hear many thanks get thrown his way even if he saved countless lives." You don't owe us a thing. It's just what we do." He offered awkwardly, trying and failing not to make eye contact with the young woman. He shrugged a little as they entered higher portions of the atmosphere, the clouds rolling by them smoothly. "As for where the base is, you'll see in a sec. It's a...precaution thing, sorry." He wasn't sure, but he could swear Wanda was giving him the slightest of smirks. The Leading Officer patted one of his men on the back as he was treated for his minor wounds. The explosion hadn't killed anyone, miraculously, but it was enough for cripple them and allow the Avengers to escape with their prize. He sneered at the slowly shrinking dot in the sky when his second in command slowed to a halt next to him with a sigh. "She is gone."" So I've been told." He thought for a moment, jaw tightening as he considered the alternative. It wasn't one that he really favored, but it was one of their best options for obtaining her. "We wait a few days. Then, Send scouts, double their pay and have them find their HQ." The other man frowned. "Fighting them is suicide."" We don't need to fight them... We just need to distract them long enough for Blechman to bring her out." The other man bristled now. Even some who overheard the conversation seemed repulsed by the thought of bringing...him in. "Even if his.persuasion is strong enough, Blechman would keep her to himself. That monkey--""Will accept an alternative deal. Kill Hydra's toy and bring us the two women that just made fools of us, and he can keep the witch to do as he pleases with her." The Commanding Officer nodded at him. "Go. Make these things so." The base of the Avengers turned about to be a rather lavish Hotel. As they approached the grandiose four-story set of connected buildings, Wanda explained that Mrs. Pepper Stark personally offered money to rent out the entire hotel until a new HQ could be properly furnished. It was a good cover for the whole team in any case, as no one would suspect a hotel to be the base for Earth's mightiest heroes. Once the Quintet landed in the backyard, Wanda and Bucky led the way in through the back doors. "Plus, we have room service for once," Wanda added to Riley. Bucky wasn't sure how he could tell, but the Maximoff seemed enthused to be working with a new recruit--and a potentially new friend. "Any pick of any restaurant brought right to us!" Quote from: Underwriter on 07-01-2020, 07:40:10"See? She likes the reference." Wanda remarked with a sly smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the grin coming to his features ever so slightly. They not only evaded a deadly assault, but managed to keep one of their recruits from flat out dying or being captured by the assailants. He hoped Fury had some idea of whom these people were to begin with--Thad have plenty of time to find out now that Riley was with the Avengers, and only fools or stone wielding titans would dare to attack them on their own turf. A turf that was already very much hidden from the public at the strong urgency of T'challah and Sam alike. Barnes raised an eyebrow to the thankfulness Riley offered. Since being broken out of the grip of Hydra, Barnes didn't hear many thanks get thrown his way even if he saved countless lives. Riley couldn't help but smile, her gaze moving from Wanda toward Bucky, just in time to see him roll his eyes. In all the stuff she'd ever heard about the Avengers, she'd not once heard of them teasing one another like family. She'd seen them on TV, fighting together like a well-oiled machine. But, this? This was an interesting dynamic. She was still smiling when Bucky addressed her, her gaze meeting his even though he seemed as if he was trying to look everywhere except her eyes. Quote"You don't owe us a thing. It's just what we do." He offered awkwardly, trying and failing not to make eye contact with the young woman. He shrugged a little as they entered higher portions of the atmosphere, the clouds rolling by them smoothly. "As for where the base is, you'll see in a sec. It's a...precaution thing, sorry."" No need to apologize, I understand the need for secrecy. I've been trying to hide for five years." She replied, looking out at the clouds outside the jet. "And I do at least owe you both thanks." QuoteHe wasn't sure, but he could swear Wanda was giving him the slightest of smirks. The Leading Officer patted one of his men on the back as he was treated for his minor wounds. The explosion hadn't killed anyone, miraculously, but it was enough for cripple them and allow the Avengers to escape with their prize. He sneered at the slowly shrinking dot in the sky when his second in command slowed to a halt next to him with a sigh. "She is gone."" So I've been told." He thought for a moment, jaw tightening as he considered the alternative. It wasn't one that he really favored, but it was one of their best options for obtaining her. "We wait a few days. Then, Send scouts, double their pay and have them find their HQ." The other man frowned. "Fighting them is suicide."" We don't need to fight them... We just need to distract them long enough for Blechman to bring her out." The other man bristled now. Even some who overheard the conversation seemed repulsed by the thought of bringing...him in. "Even if his.persuasion is strong enough, Blechman would keep her to himself. That monkey--""Will accept an alternative deal. Kill Hydra's toy and bring us the two women that just made fools of us, and he can keep the witch to do as he pleases with her." The Commanding Officer nodded at him. "Go. Make these things so."((OMG!!!! Mandrill?!?!?! He's freaky scary! Excellent choice!!!!)) QuoteThe base of the Avengers turned about to be a rather lavish Hotel. As they approached the grandiose four-story set of connected buildings, Wanda explained that Mrs. Pepper Stark personally offered money to rent out the entire hotel until a new HQ could be properly furnished. It was a good cover for the whole team in any case, as no one would suspect a hotel to be the base for Earth's mightiest heroes. Once the Quintet landed in the backyard, Wanda and Bucky led the way in through the back doors. "Plus, we have room service for once," Wanda added to Riley. Bucky wasn't sure how he could tell, but the Maximoff seemed enthused to be working with a new recruit--and a potentially new friend. "Any pick of any restaurant brought right to us!"" I don't remember the last time I had room service." Riley laughed softly as she walked in, and froze, letting her gaze roam over the opulence on display. "She'd never been in a place like this before. "THIS is where you live?" She grinned as she looked over at Wanda, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips. "Makes my little cottage look like a shack." She was almost afraid to breathe or touch anything. "Actually it makes it look worse than a shack." Riley chuckled." This might take some getting used to," she admitted softly. She also felt severely underdressed. This was the kind of place people walked through wearing three-piece suits and haute couture...not shorts and a tank top. Bucky could relate to her feelings about the size and decor of the place being very alienating--it wasn't too many years ago that T'challah had accepted him into Wakanda for healing and mind cleaning. The first month was tough, as it was clearly a highly advanced world of talented people, and he was just some old Assassin with a cyborg arm. Still, he eventually came to find that the people we're adopting alternative views to their older ways, and thus were accepting of him. He'd made a great many friends in his time there before he was killed alongside trillions of others and brought back years later. And now this team was a group composed entirely of his friends, who he had the utmost loyalty to. Perhaps Riley was going to be a part of his loyalty pact too." It's fancy, but don't think you have for live up to it. " Wanda explained as though she could have read her mind, removing the red leather jacket and leaving only the black corset and the connected red pants. As they traveled down the hall, a muffled explosion vibrated the red carpet floor and lit up the massive gym room they were about to pass. Not too long after, a sixteen-year-old kid in a red T-shirt and a hulking mass of green reluctantly left the messy room. The two locked eyes with their fellow Avengers, and then the newcomer." Oh," Dr. Bruce Banner lifted his massive green fingers to push his glasses back...only for a sticky gray substance to pull his glasses off entirely with his finger. In any case, he squinted down at the much smaller Riley below him. "Was not expecting you guys to actually bring her." The kid next to him, with a great glob of the gray stuff in his scruffy brown hair, jabbed a finger at him. "Ha! I told you couldn't replicate my web fluid and I bet they'd be able to do it! You owe me fifteen bucks, Mr. Banner!" Bucky sighed in annoyance with both of them and looked at Riley while gesturing to his messy teammates. "So yeah--Bruce Banner and Peter Parker. Hulk and Spider-man. Dumb and Dumber." He explained to her as helpfully as he could. It was clear the two science geeks weren't going to be introducing themselves properly. "For now, they're going to be the only two here with us. Everybody else is on their own mission." The kid beamed at her with all the energy of a puppy. " You're gonna love being an Avenger! We get free TV, great food, a swimming pool! Oh, and we designed costumes for all the potential recruits!" Professor Hulk reached into his pocket at that, then revealed an iPad to turn on and then hand over to Riley. "Yeah, check this out." The image displayed an artistic rendition of a mannequin with the intended suit design set upon it's body. The main color scheme of the shit was a dark green and light combination, with the jaw mask and goggles being black and yellow-tinted respectively. With the stomach left bare, the physical design could best be described as a cropped long-sleeved top with militaristic pants and rather stylish boots. Wanda briefly leaned in to whisper. "The boots were my idea." Quote from: Underwriter on 07-01-2020, 19:08:51"It's fancy, but don't think you have for live up to it. " Wanda explained as though she could have read her mind, removing the red leather jacket and leaving only the black corset and the connected red pants. As they traveled down the hall, a muffled explosion vibrated the red carpet floor and lit up the massive gym room they were about to pass. Not too long after, a sixteen-year-old kid in a red T-shirt and a hulking mass of green reluctantly left the messy room. The two locked eyes with their fellow Avengers, and then the newcomer. Riley grinned as she glanced over at Wanda. "Glad to know, since I'm more a jean and t-shirt kind of girl," she laughed softly. "This place screams Prada more than Levis." She'd never, in her entire life, ever touched something by Prada, way out of her pay grade. She was surprisingly relaxed for being thrown from one life and into another, she felt like she was almost standing on the side watching this play out like a movie it had such a surreal feeling to it...a feeling that only increased when she felt the vibration. She tensed, she couldn't help it...after what she'd just gone through it was a natural reaction, an expectation of more gun-totting... Holy shit. Her gaze had looked at the kid first, then up...and up...at the green *man?* walking out with him. She'd definitely seen him on TV. Hulk. One-man, and giant man at that, wrecking machine. Quote"Oh," Dr. Bruce Banner lifted his massive green fingers to push his glasses back...only for a sticky gray substance to pull his glasses off entirely with his finger. In any case, he squinted down at the much smaller Riley below him. "Was not expecting you guys to actually bring her." The kid next to him, with a great glob of the gray stuff in his scruffy brown hair, jabbed a finger at him. "Ha! I told you couldn't replicate my web fluid and I bet they'd be able to do it! You owe me fifteen bucks, Mr. Banner!" Bucky sighed in annoyance with both of them and looked at Riley while gesturing to his messy teammates. "So yeah--Bruce Banner and Peter Parker. Hulk and Spider-man. Dumb and Dumber." He explained to her as helpfully as he could. It was clear the two science geeks weren't going to be introducing themselves properly. "For now, they're going to be the only two here with us. Everybody else is on their own mission." Riley tore her gaze away from Hulk, he was a lot larger than he'd looked to be on TV, and glanced over at Bucky as he made the introductions. At his 'Dumb and Dumber' comment, a laugh almost slipped out of her, one she bit back so harshly she had to cough softly to cover it up. QuoteThe kid beamed at her with all the energy of a puppy. " You're gonna love being an Avenger! We get free TV, great food, a swimming pool! Oh, and we designed costumes for all the potential recruits!" Professor Hulk reached into his pocket at that, then revealed an iPad to turn on and then hand over to Riley. "Yeah, check this out." The image displayed an artistic rendition of a mannequin with the intended suit design set upon it's body. The main color scheme of the shit was a dark green and light combination, with the jaw mask and goggles being black and yellow-tinted respectively. With the stomach left bare, the physical design could best be described as a cropped long-sleeved top with militaristic pants and rather stylish boots. Wanda briefly leaned in to whisper. "The boots were my idea." Okay, Peter really needed to lay off the energy drinks, Riley thought as she accepted the iPad...and arched a brow at the illustration. Her gaze took in the boots and she nodded. "Oh, I really like the boots." She did, they were awesome! But..." Just a sec," making sure the image was saved before she started messing with it, she removed the googles and mask. She liked the crop top, it was sexy while also making it easy to move, the pants were good too. Only, the colors... It only took her a couple of minutes, then she handed it the iPad to Wanda with a grin. She was already beginning to suspect that she and Wanda were going to be friends. Maybe she could talk her into going shopping soon for some clothes, after all...what she was wearing was all she had." Earth-bender version." Grinning, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips, she presented a variation on the initial look, an ombre effect that stared as a deep inky black at the toes of the boots, the colors shifting as the eye followed upward, from black to dark brown, to lighter shades, until at the top of the shirt lay the golden tones of sand. She'd added the stylized "A" symbol to the right shoulder in pure white so that it stood out. She also added a jacket, cropped to the same length at the shirt, and a belt wrapped around the hips of the mannequin where things could be clipped onto. "Just an idea. I liked the first one, but green isn't my color." Looking at the Avengers standing around her, she almost wanted to give herself a shake and a pinch. An Avenger, her. Who would have thought it? She was profoundly flattered, and a bit intimidated if she wanted to admit the truth to herself. While immensely surprised at her taking over the design, Bucky merely watched in silence with the other Avengers as she set to work on making various edits to the look of the suit. He drew in the spare time as well, but never with the kind of accuracy and detail she showed on the rectangular device--bringing in new color and design elements that he was sure no one had come up with before. He wouldn't say so in a million years, but he was somewhat glad to see the cropped style to the outfit was kept in. It wasn't long before they were all looking at her finished redesign. "Pretty good to me." He remarked, trying not to sound way too impressed with the crafting. The other Avengers all seemed to silently agree with that statement, and Peter took back the iPad to send the altered designs to the patented "Dressmaker" machine that Tony Stark had so aptly made in his previous days of life. It was where Bucky had his one-sleeved suit made, and where Scarlet Witch had to get new corsets when the old ones tore. The very old man nodded to the mess left in the gym. "Well, we'll just be going now. We wanted to get Riley to her room and maybe give her some time for a lot of this to sink in." Professor Hulk nodded in agreement with his plans, wincing as he looked back to all the gray fluids scattered about the makeshift laboratory. As Peter entered first to begin the cleanup, Bruce offered Riley one last nod. "Was very nice to meet you." before he left. From that point, the trip to the elevator was short and the trip to the forty floor was even shorter than that. Wanda and Bucky easily led her down the right wing of the building, past the higher numbers of two hundred. They stopped at two hundred 73, with the Maximoff giving her a soft shrug as she used an Avengers card to unlock the door. "I'm right next door to you of course. Completely within earshot for anything. "Nice to meet you too." Riley replied, offering Bruce a genuine smile. He's nothing like that smashing green rage-monster like he's depicted on TV," she thought before turning her attention to Wanda and Bucky as they started to lead her through the hotel, her, facility. Stopping at the door to room 273, Riley nodded, grateful that Wanda would be nearby. Glancing at Bucky she was tempted to ask where he was staying, wondering if she'd have both her defenders nearby. They'd both put their lives on the line for her today. Hell, Bucky had literally shielded her with his own body. She wasn't about to ever forget that. Her gaze lingered on him for a long moment before she realised she was staring at him. Giving him a faint smile, the barest touch of a blush coloring her cheek at the fact she'd been staring at the Avenger, she forced herself to look toward Wanda." I still don't know how I'm ever going to be able to thank you enough for all this." Smiling she looked back toward Bucky. "Both of you. If you hadn't been there," she sighed. "Who knows where I'd be right now."" I never considered myself to be...hero material," Far from it, if she was being honest with herself. Those small instances where she'd stepped in to help someone, she hadn't thought when she'd reacted, she'd just stepped in and helped. Then she'd slunk back into the shadows in hopes that no one had seen her." But," she took a deep breath as she looked between the two Avengers again. "Maybe you all have seen something in me that I haven't...and I kind of want to find out what that is. So, I'm choosing you all as the options in front of me." Because she certainly didn't want to end up with the goons that had ruined her beach retreat. No, she'd rather find a way to make sure they never went after anyone else ever again. Fortunately for her, Bucky's well-ingrained manners of not staring at people (women especially), meant he wasn't able to catch her eyes on him. Unfortunately for her, Bucky rested his head a floor below them next to the room of Sam and Scott Lang when he was available. Regardless of manners, he did meet her gaze as she spoke of them saving her. "I think you would have been fine either way. You seem pretty strong." He responded while Wanda nodded in agreement from the corner of his eye. She also spoke when Riley explained her choice, her smile softening. Wanda imagined that she hadn't believed in her potential much back then, until the likes of Clint Barton told her differently. Now she was here, hopefully giving the same help for others. "That's good to hear. Can't wait to have another gal on the team. Or just an earth bender in general." Wanda offered her, stepping back slowly in unison with Bucky and giving a parting wave. "This is more than a heap of stuff to take in, so we're going to give you a while to yourself and your new room." Riley nodded, giving both Avengers a smile before turning to duck into her new room. Shutting the door, she leaned back against it and closed her eyes, just taking a moment to take a deep breath. I need to call my family, She thought as she just stood there, the solid wood of the door helping hold her up at that moment. The day's events hitting her like a ton of bricks now that she was alone and could let her guard down. And tell them what exactly, 'Hey Mom, Hey Dad...so the Avengers came and rescued me from some militarized men-in-black after the Inhuman 'alien' in their midst. Yeah, that would go over great! She'd get bombarded with even more demands to return to Texarkana. As if going to Texarkana would prevent the MIB from coming for her there. Pushing herself away from the door she took another deep breath and opened her eyes to look around. The room was huge! It screamed opulence just like downstairs. Decorated in warm, earthy tones (Hamm, ironic in some ways), there was a giant bed filled with pillows along the headboard and a thick comforter that looked as if just laying on top of it you'd sink into its softness. A large TV was on one wall, there was a desk and a plush chair...moving through the room, she went to peer into the bathroom and grinned as she leaned against the door frame. Very nice! Huge glass shower. She'd been half-way expecting a claw foot tub trimmed in gold leaf with the overall 'rich' vibe the place had about it. She'd be using that shower here in a little bit, she was sure she had drywall dust and sand in her hair from the explosion at her home. But, she had no clothes. She thought with a sigh, wondering if there was room service for any boutiques downstairs. She hadn't noticed if there was a shop like most posh hotels, but then again, this one was being solely occupied by the Avengers from the looks of it, she rather doubted they'd have a store open to the public. Turning to dig through the wooden dressers near the giant bed, and then the closet, she discovered there were a couple of thick robes...which would do, for now, she'd ask Wanda later about what to do about clothing. About a half-hour later, she was clean, wrapped in one of the black robes, sitting in front of the windows gazing out at the huge city spread around them. She hadn't thought to ask where they were actually...but if she had to hazard a guess...they were probably near, if not in, New York City. Drawing her feet up into the chair with her, she wrapped her arms about her knees and marveled at the sight of the sunset over the city, the way the lights were coming on down in the streets, even as her mind was running amok with things that were plaguing her about earlier. How had the Avengers found her? Had she been tracked by them, the whole Need to keep tabs on possible threats as most Inhuman were considered to be? Was it SHIELD tracking her instead? And who exactly were this MIB who'd shown up at her home? They definitely hadn't come to convince her to join the Avengers, not with all that firepower they were packing and how they'd moved in without anyone being aware they were approaching. She was in trouble, and she didn't even know why, or who, her enemies might be. Sighing she unfolded herself from the chair to stand up and step over to the door that led out onto the balcony. She'd been remiss, normally when she ended up in a new place one of the first things she did was check to see how surrounded by earthen minerals she might be. It was different on her beach, all the sand surrounding her, the bedrock beneath...but here? Closing her eyes she let her abilities loose. Marble tile she could sense it everywhere around her within the building. Every floor had it, even if it was a small amount on the floor or walls. She felt it, almost like a buzzing in her senses, something in her abilities justknowingwhere it was and that singular unique vibration it held in comparison to the other minerals she was beginning to find. DrywallBeneath the paint and wallpaper, every single wall in the building was constructed of drywall, she could almost taste the gypsum within the walls. She let her power touch and probe the walls, sensing touches of minerals within the very paint used upon them. As her mind touched the surrounding walls, the walls of the floors above and beneath her, a small, barely visible wave of energy rippled through them causing no damage, but merely an odd rippling effect. She could sense the traces of limestone within the backing of all the carpet, even those small minuscule amounts she could feel, and if need be, utilize. Opening her eyes, her mind still firmly racing along with the interior of the building touching upon all the earthen minerals she could find...glass, warped from sand, terracotta planters, traces of gold in some of the trim. She opened the doors to the balcony and stepped outside, the wind hitting her with a sharp blast that lifted her damp hair from her shoulders causing it to dance about her, the wind tugging at the edges of the robe, exposing her long bare legs. She slid one bare foot against the tile, brushing her toes against its smooth surface sensing that lovely marble even as her mind delved and touched upon the outward surface of the building. More tile on every balcony outside, iron in the railings, limestone, schist. Lots of schist, it was in the foundations of the building, the buildings around this one, and deep into the ground beneath them. She could even sense a few raw garnets trapped within the Earth far beneath all the humanity and structures. Sedimentary rock. Igneous. Metamorphic. She could sense them all nearby, a faint smile dancing across her lips at the knowledge that she was literally standing in the middle of what amounted to an armory for someone like her. All the stone decorating the outside of this building alone was a fantastic resource, she could bend limestone, sandstone, alter it into various shapes a lot easier than the harder stones like granite and bedrock. She could weaponize it. So taken with the amazing amount of geological resources at her disposal, it took her a moment to realise she was making the building quiver. Clenching her hands into fists at her side she took a deep breath, hoping that all the superpowered Avengers in the building didn't mistake her probing the surroundings as an attack. You're not alone any more Riley, think before you do stupid stuff!she chastised herself silently. Turning to dart back into her room, she crossed it quickly, almost running to the door that led to the hallway. Throwing the door open she started to step out, calling out as she did "SORRY! That was me! No earthquake!"

Aftergame (Indowriter&Pellanestra)|rating:4.0

Mizuryuu Kei land OOC

Reserved for info!park site (links Recruitment (if your already approved and feel like dropping another character in post it here pleases. Approved Characters (IC (( and Show many characters is a writer allowed? As many as your comfortable playing! However, if for example you have two approved female characters and wish to make a third character then I would request that one be male I would like to try and keep the sexes equality! Is bestiality allowed Yes it ISDN you need a pre-existing connection with other characters?only if you want to! Most of the people you meet at the park should be strangers Approved Characters:Myra - Emma Johnson and Myra FleutiauxYugishogun - Yoko SonoharaGardsorm - Tanya Skirmish and Marianne Winters Carly - Angela Soph current character count6 guys, 6 girls, and 4 fut as *supplied by Garden Rules:Be respectful of other writer sons and offs When posting IC correct tagging around content must be used. Please no drama in the IOC, if you have any issues with a post or a person please pm me and give me time to deal with it. Thank you! Of course above all have fun!IC Rules: Yes we will have those too! All male characters and FTA characters will receive a condom on entering the park, and it will be applied by a very sexy staff member! All characters will collect on their arrival a sticker stating the following Free Sex Free Kiss Free Touch Free Anal(notice: Not all areas will be available at all times. I will do an IC announcement every so often with which areas are available for play*Areas of Play:Sex Wheel - For one on one mixed couples, beginners only. This is a 30-minute ride. Bay Area Rest Cottage - Like a certain body, take them here for a bit more privacy Haunted House - For EXPERIENCED guests, guests are required to wear just a mantle that is supplied by cast. Men and women are guided into separate rooms to watch a clip about becoming a succubus in training. Guests get covered in a special gel which is an aphrodisiac. To become a fully fledged demon you must have sex repeatedly until satisfied. Untamed Fuckers - Themed café as the Age of discovery. Waitress wear exotic cosplay who are allowed to have sex with guests who wear the pin from the table. Guests eat foot directly from waiters body and drink from their mouths. (There are other places to eat in the park thinks simply one of them!) The Cheshire Cat house - details to follow Friends With Benefits House - A rest area for newly made Friends also a place that encourages relaxation. Dildo Carousel - Merry Go Round made for women a dildo is placed atop of the horse amenities rotates as well as goes up and down the dildo length varies according to the horse color. Carriages for couples available! Dildo Ride - Science fiction themed center made for men and women. User is bound to a board and the machine stirs the Aussie as well as takes care of boners, it also uses aphrodisiacs. Bitch Thunder Mountain - an old railway ride, here is one of the few areas where sex with the cast is free Cosplay Hall - Bring your own outfit or rent! Mini stage available Animal Park - No actual animals in this area! Don't speak and become like an animal completely, and you can have all the sex you want with whoever you want. Pet play encouraged. There is also a viewing area outside for others to watch! Event Stage - Idols who are too sexual for main television. There is also a Handshake event where you can meet an idol and have sex for a minute Big Wet Mizuryuu Key - A ride where the guest gets drilled into a lotion pool, fully armed with dragon dildo. MM Monorail - Don't stop having fun even when traveling! Perfect for exhibitionists. Asanagi Farm - Experience bestiality with a wide range of animals, also recommend for masochists into pet play. Fuckopter - A two man and one woman ride. Built on an overhead rail, the guys have to rhythmically thrust their cocks into a hole which stimulates a built-in dildo that is set up inside the woman's seat while also moving the car forward. Yarimo Cruise - A cruise boat that passes the island of King Hump Hump, anyone wearing a collar will be attacked by islanders. Submarine Area Giant Fish tank - houses large tanks of various tropical fish. With the help of an instructor guests can interact and feed the fish while having sex. Seashell of Venus - clam shaped beds Seafloor restaurant Hitting Ship - About the only thing I didn't write down the description for! Something to do with pirates I think! Happy Mermaid - Female only, put on a tail of a mermaid and swim around with a built-in dildo inside. *airdrops into the IOC* Hi, everybody. :) Take notes, folks, this is how you get an IOC up as soon as possible. Jokes aside, sorry! I let my enthusiasm get the better of me. XD But I shall keep all my comments and remarks here from now on. 3*-Waves to Yuri-** Darn, you beat me to it. T-T Quote from: Gardner on 11-01-2020, 15:29:17Take notes, folks, this is how you get an IOC up as soon as possible. Jokes aside, sorry! I let my enthusiasm get the better of me. XD But I shall keep all my comments and remarks here from now on. 3*-Waves to Yuri-** Darn, you beat me to it. Tito need to apologies, enthusiasm is encouraged! Quote from: Gardner on 11-01-2020, 15:29:17Take notes, folks, this is how you get an IOC up as soon as possible. Jokes aside, sorry! I let my enthusiasm get the better of me. XD But I shall keep all my comments and remarks here from now on. 3*-Waves to Yuri-** Darn, you beat me to it. T-TI used the powers of too much caffeine. :) Clearly I'll need to channel some of that in the future. While waiting, I started to read the manga a bit to catch up on just what I can expect from the game. Needless to say, I was not prepared for everything here, but I won't be daunted! I'm having to read it to find out about areas to play...It's for research I tell you! Riiiiiiiight. That being said, I like the idea of the Haunted House, the MM Monorail, and other locales I'd heard about while reading, so a lot of these I can't wait for. 3 One way or another I'm going to find a way to use this here. Naughty Boy Take~(I expected to see a lot more cute/handsome boys popping in. Still waiting for them~ Give it time, I say. =p We just had an unbalanced gender ratio and I think now it's slightly corrected, sorta! We may yet see a cute guy or two. 3 Right as I say that, Levi puts up her own cute lady, and with Lynn's upcoming girl, we should be at four now! Taku and Emma going to have to coordinate with all these cuties around (when they're not fooling around with each other. :P)Double edit: And apparently another guy too! So 3 guys, 4 girls, 2 fut as for now? Approved character page! Three, two, one Approved Characters (Question for the group. How do you guys want to do time and date? Personally I feel that it's not needed really, do we need to mark the passing of time? Then again in the manga there's the night parade so do we mark just time? Or do we have several different days open at one time? Thoughts and opinions appreciated! Maybe not strictly adhere to every minute of passing time. Possibly set a scene within a time frame and go from there? It just feels really strict to have to count the minutes as they go. Also yes, day and night scenes seem like they should be a given here since plenty of different things happen at the various hours. 3As for several different days open, that might get really hectic to keep track of across different threads and may lead to faster burnout if people can't remember/forget to reply to a scene in a given time frame, especially if it's gone on for a while. Though all of this is just my 2 cents, let the masses speak and I'll follow whatever the outcome is. ^^ I think we should just keep it mid-summer for the most part. As for the time of day though, we should the least note a general point of the day it's at. Well, we have one weigh-in on the timing thing, any others? 3Also, Angie's new FTA gal is... Oh, right, Discord emotes don't work here, damn. But still, a while gotta woman there. Quote from: Gardner on 11-01-2020, 23:59:49Well, we have one weigh-in on the timing thing, any others? 3Also, Angie's new FTA gal is... Oh, right, Discord emotes don't work here, damn. But still, a while gotta woman there. Lt;3My currently unapproved girl, but yes, she's quite the lady. Ah, sorry, I get a little carried away, shah. ^^; Though I think you know already. Adhere's hoping everything checks out with Sakura though, all the same. 3 Happy to be here with my little mom and son combo ^^ A mom and son going to a sex park together? How very depraved. Oh, I do believe the manga was so much more depraved about that, but I get the idea everyone here knows. :P Yeah, there are some things in the manga that I won't be adding in... I now have a compiled list of play areas needless to say there are just a few. However, what I'm thinking is if anyone has read any of the manga it focuses on certain areas at a time, so I'm going to do it like that and not have all the locations open at once. Then hopefully this group won't fizzle out quickly you should read my first approved character. I hope she has partners of some sort. She might be a little too much, but that's why I made a second character - just in case everyone snubs my first choice. Does anyone want to have connections with either of my characters ? I think it might be fun if Lisa and Arabella came to the park together?! In fact, I can see Angela being the one who forced the pair to go in the first place lol! Let me read able Arabella. Did you want to discuss this here or in pm's Levi ? Also, to help you update your count in the first post Levi, we have... 4 guys, 6 girls, and 3 fut as it seems. 3Carly: Aw heavens, I certainly wouldn't snub any choices like that before any attempts at interaction were made! Everyone deserves chances to interact, but I'll also respect anyone's choices to he is selective about who they interact with, or if not that, howthey choose to be interactive. ^^ Levi: Oh yes, I think we all know precisely what elements are not getting brought over here, or I assume we do... ; But most everything else I'm either looking forward to or at least hoping to try once Quote from: Levi on 12-01-2020, 14:09:56Yeah, there are some things in the manga that I won't be adding in... I now have a compiled list of play areas needless to say there are just a few. However, what I'm thinking is if anyone has read any of the manga it focuses on certain areas at a time, so I'm going to do it like that and not have all the locations open at once. Then hopefully this group won't fizzle out quickly agree! I definitely think the action should be centered around set pieces, places in the theme park. It's possible that all our characters are being given a tour together since it's their first time? Only some/most I think. Others, like Lynn's mother character, have done advertising for the Land, and no doubt have probably gone more times than most others. I think this could be true of all the older characters though, to be honest, but I could be wrong. ^^ Fair! Maybe we don't need an excuse for the characters meeting up around the same areas of the park after all, it could just be coincidental. Such lovely new additions. :) Thanks hard. Carly either is fine. Myra what a great idea! I could add a you'd for any interested parties. I can definitely say it's a first time for Tanya and Marianne, so a meet up with newbies does sound good. ^^ I'm sure even the vets can offer a few pointers. :P That's it! Newbies are given a tour, veterans volunteered to initiate the newbies. First, just wanted to mention, I think the image on the first post is broken, it's not showing up for me at least. I'd recommend uploading it to the E-wiki or Imgur either way :Quote from: Levi on 11-01-2020, 19:09:47Question for the group. How do you guys want to do time and date? Personally I feel that it's not needed really, do we need to mark the passing of time? Then again in the manga there's the night parade so do we mark just time? Or do we have several different days open at one time? Thoughts and opinions appreciated! Figured I'd pitch in on this, I figure you could always divide it into a few time slots? Morning, Midday, evening, or something like that. Keeps it vague enough that someone could convincingly do a lot of stuff in a time slot, and let players instead keep tabs on the order stuff happened during the time slots? I feel it's likely the best route as well, just as far as "real" logic goes, it's not always easy to put aside several days in a row. And, if we wanted it to start over again, could give it a bit of time between the days, say a week or two so that characters would've done other stuff in between. That's my two cents at least :Quote from: Myra on 12-01-2020, 13:54:31A mom and son going to a sex park together? How very depraved. Extremely depraved. Quote from: Gardner on 12-01-2020, 14:47:22Only some/most I think. Others, like Lynn's mother character, have done advertising for the Land, and no doubt have probably gone more times than most others. I think this could be true of all the older characters though, to be honest, but I could be wrong. ^^ Also probably true. As long as it's been around, she's likely been going at irregular intervals. Her son I figure it's the first time for though. Quote from: Myra on 12-01-2020, 15:18:33That's it! Newbies are given a tour, veterans volunteered to initiate the newbies. Seems like a good idea, I'll admit I'm a bit hesitant to pooling all characters into a scene though, it tends to get really difficult to write in them due to the amount of details to pay attention to though. @Lynnette: I definitely love Yoko to encounter AIK sometime if you're up for it. :) She does have a penchant for motherly women.@Gard: Anything in particular you'd like to do for Yoko and Marianne? :) I do like that vague sense of time organization. Certainly does leave more wiggle room for activities.@Lynn: I feel you. In past games I've been in with an opening scene, throwingeverycharacter into it has definitely gotten... Hectic. If not from the onset, then well after a few posts have been established. Maybe just one initial group, and others who would have had their first tour or something can already be active in another topic? Like I can volunteer Take for a tour or something upon arrival with a small group of other new folks, but Marianne could have already been a part of a tour earlier and is already in the park proper, perhaps. Though there's still the 'what they'd be doing' at the same time as the tour. Worst case scenario, if a scene looks like it might get too big, I can always break away from it to help make it more manageable! Though odds are he'll likely be sticking with Akira anyway since he can't leave his bro hanging like that. D@Yugi: Well, for the start... Mari probably had a small overload for exactly how liberated the land could be, so she probably had to cool off somewhere and collect herself. XD Assuming Yoko already had her tour that day, Mari could potentially run into her and decide to stick with her since she looked like she was also alone? Could maybe go get a quick bite to eat from the onset and talk about how they both managed to end up going to Mizuryuu Key. ^^ I'm also open for your ideas too, if you have anything you want to see! Quote from: Gardner on 12-01-2020, 16:06:55......@Yugi: Well, for the start... Mari probably had a small overload for exactly how liberated the land could be, so she probably had to cool off somewhere and collect herself. XD Assuming Yoko already had her tour that day, Mari could potentially run into her and decide to stick with her since she looked like she was also alone? Could maybe go get a quick bite to eat from the onset and talk about how they both managed to end up going to Mizuryuu Key. ^^ I'm also open for your ideas too, if you have anything you want to see! I'm definitely up for that. :) I'll probably have a few more ideas (besides the thought that Marianne literally runs into her and encounters Yoko's notable bust) once the list of areas is posted. Mari running headlong into Yoko's chest would probably end much the same way someone tired falls face-first into a comfortable pillow: Lots of sighing happily and moving to find that perfect angle.... Except she has less time to enjoy it before realizing she's molesting the poor girl. ’D No better way to make friends at Mizuryuu Key though, right? 3 Quote from: Lynnette on 12-01-2020, 15:34:07First of all, just wanted to mention, I think the image on the first post is broken, it's not showing up for me at least. I'd recommend uploading it to the E-wiki or Imgur either way :Unfortunately I'm not sure how to do either of those but if anyone else can then please send me the info! Quote from: Gardner on 12-01-2020, 18:08:31Mari running headlong into Yoko's chest would probably end much the same way someone tired falls face-first into a comfortable pillow: Lots of sighing happily and moving to find that perfect angle.... Except she has less time to enjoy it before realizing she's molesting the poor girl. ’D No better way to make friends at Mizuryuu Key though, right? 3Yes. Sexy times with sexy friends. :) Quote from: Levi on 12-01-2020, 18:23:55Unfortunately I'm not sure how to do either of those but if anyone else can then please send me the info! Here you go, just replace the image URL with this Oh lol, I PMed her a link, but it looks like you've got matters in hand, Lynn. XD@Yugi: On the upside, I decided to go around finding more pics of her, so I have plenty of things to toss into header images throughout the game at least. :P Thank you both! Phew! All the park locations are now in the opening thread. Yay, me! My picture only remains spoiled because it is GIGANTIC Quote from: Gardner on 12-01-2020, 18:36:44Oh lol, I PMed her a link but it looks like you've got matters in hand, Lynn. XD@Yugi: On the upside, I decided to go around finding more pics of her, so I have plenty of things to toss into header images throughout the game at least. :P@Gard: Awesome. :) Maybe the pair head in the direction of the Dildo Ride after they stumble into each other?OT: Now that the areas are listed (Thank you, Levi. :)), I'll list off the ones that certainly interest me in interacting with other players in (and there's a lot! :)). Favored areas: Untamed Fuckers, Dildo Ride, Dildo Carousel, Cosplay Hall, Animal Park, Event Stage, Mario Cruise, and Happy Mermaid. Quote from: Angie on 12-01-2020, 19:16:48My picture only remains spoiled because it is GIGANTICBBcode has a bunch of cool features, including letting you resize the images in your post. If you use the code below, it'll shrink your picture to a set height and give it some padding, as well as align it to the right side of your sheet. Just replace the image code you used with this, and add the link to your post :)Code: [Select][float right][IMG height=300 padding=2]YOUR URL HERE[/IMG][/float right] Quote from: Lynnette on 12-01-2020, 19:28:58BBcode has a bunch of cool features, including letting you resize the images in your post. If you use the code below, it'll shrink your picture to a set height and give it some padding, as well as align it to the right side of your sheet. Just replace the image code you used with this, and add the link to your post :)Code: [Select][float right][IMG height=300 padding=2]YOUR URL HERE[/IMG][/float right]Oh I know, and I also know that you can click on it to fully size it. I just felt like keeping it in the spoiler cause it accomplishes the same task of having to click to see the whole thing, and I'll have it shrank in my posts. Ended up adding a bit more to the bottom section of both my sheets, helps me get into character a bit, mostly just detailing AIK's career a bit more since she's shot a lot of films, and a bit about Akira's thoughts about it because I find it interesting. Ok I'm hoping to have the IC up and running tonight or tomorrow. I hope you have your outfits planned! Oh my, sooner than I was expecting! This is going to be a treat... credit: I think I have them both in mind for my characters now, though some may or may not warrant some written modification when the game goes live, but it should be easy enough to jot down. =p Quote from: Gardner on 13-01-2020, 10:09:51Oh my, sooner than I was expecting! This is going to be a treat... credit: I think I have them both in mind for my characters now, though some may or may not warrant some written modification when the game goes live, but it should be easy enough to jot down. =pi hope this meets your expectations Haha, I wouldn't worry too much about my expectations, I tend to be easily pleased in most of the games I join, and having a number of familiar faces helps here as well. 3 Really looking forward to this. :) Question! Is just nudity allowed in the park? Quote from: Angie on 13-01-2020, 21:04:23Question! Is just nudity allowed in the park? While I don't think I saw anyone in the manga just going fully naked, given the amount of people with just their dicks and tits flopping about, I'd presume so. I've to be a bit spicy though! As an alternative, the outfit in the picture on its own would probably work great. Quote from: Lynnette on 13-01-2020, 21:15:45While I don't think I saw anyone in the manga just going fully naked, given the amount of people with just their dicks and tits flopping about, I'd presume so. I've to be a bit spicy though! As an alternative, the outfit in the picture on its own would probably work great.^ this :) The park is open (AYY, got the cherry :P Haha, 'grants on taking the thread first. :P Need to settle in from shopping and then figure out how I'll go about replies. ^^ I'll definitely have my character join the tour once I'm free tonight. Also, Levi, may you NPC the sexy staff applying her condom? :) Post for Tanya up first, will get Mari in a bit! And poor Mari opens with a great deal of embarrassment, with more promised in her future! Embarrassment buddies. :) Yep, just wait til she gets changed. :P Quote from: Gardner on 14-01-2020, 04:16:50Yep, just wait til she gets changed. POH? :) @Yugi: It's nothing too special, but still something to fit the mood of Mizuryuu. >:)Sakura just dropping that FTA sex bomb right there, damn. We just need Angela to join the party now! Gonna wait to see how all the other characters arrive on the scene or how they approach the attractions to figure out how to get some other interactions going later. 3 I was waiting to post after receiving a reply from Levi to see if she still wants to be grouped with my character(s) - arriving at the same time I mean. Oh, I don't mind, keep waiting! It was more just me being ecstatic than asking you to post. ^^ Arriving with company can be more fun with something to play off of, after all. Quote from: Gardner on 14-01-2020, 05:07:02@Yugi: It's nothing too special, but still something to fit the mood of Mizuryuu. Sgt;:)Sakura just dropping that FTA sex bomb right there, damn. We just need Angela to join the party now! Gonna wait to see how all the other characters arrive on the scene or how they approach the attractions to figure out how to get some other interactions going later. 3Looking forward to it nonetheless. :) I'll probably be waiting as well to see how things go. Quote from: Yugishogun on 14-01-2020, 00:22:43I'll definitely have my character join the tour once I'm free tonight. Also, Levi, may you NPC the sexy staff applying her condom? :)Sure I can do that for you! Quote from: Levi on 14-01-2020, 05:46:07Sure I can do that for you! Awesome :) Haha, opening post, and it looks like everyone's having fun getting their own starts out. Just need to figure out who to bug first for next round... @_@ Just to clarify on any possible confusion. In the manga most cast members used the same stage name unless they were idols. I've decided to call all mine Mimi because i couldn't remember the official name, but I've numbered them, so I know who is where in my head.....it makes sense to me anyway. Hey Levi, might want to add the links to threads in the recruitment thread, saw someone confused about it since it wasn't in the first post ^^ Good shout! Cheers Lynnette! Added! Quote from: Levi on 14-01-2020, 21:42:25Just to clarify on any possible confusion. In the manga most cast members used the same stage name unless they were idols. I've decided to call all mine Mimi because i couldn't remember the official name, but I've numbered them, so I know who is where in my head.....it makes sense to me anyway. I actually kinda like that, makes a weird amount of sense. Somehow, I didn't realize there was either an IOC or IC thread, so I nearly missed the fun. Posted my character in the approved, if that's alright. Hello ^_^ Welcome, new players. :) Quote from: Levi on 14-01-2020, 21:42:25Just to clarify on any possible confusion. In the manga most cast members used the same stage name unless they were idols. I've decided to call all mine Mimi because i couldn't remember the official name, but I've numbered them, so I know who is where in my head.....it makes sense to me anyway. I'll probably make a reply sometime tonight. :) Same, as my work place would not like a bunch of tits and dicks on my screen... Got the boys posted up ^_^ Just set up Yoko to follow for her "application". :) Hey, I don't think Sakura ever got an answer for her question about her outfit...or I might be misreading the posts, but I'm just not seeing anything addressing her? Quote from: Angie on 15-01-2020, 16:51:52Hey, I don't think Sakura ever got an answer for her question about her outfit...or I might be misreading the posts, but I'm just not seeing anything addressing her? I had AIK answer her in my post ^^ Ah, I was expecting a Mina. This is why you don't post when you just woke up! I hope to get Mimi 1 up tonight, but it might not be till Fri. I have a new work schedule and now work a Thur night, so my posting might be a bit squiffy Quote from: Levi on 15-01-2020, 17:12:53I hope to get Mimi 1 up tonight, but it might not be till Fri. Furthermore, I have a new work schedule and now work a Thur night, so my posting might be a bit squiffy Figured it'd be best to have AIK pitch in with some responses so we can get the train rolling as soon as possible, hopefully that was alright with you ^^ Absolutely Fell behind on posting a tad, weather fluctuating just messing with me. Time to get a Marianne post up before I lay back down. >. Should we all do that ? Good idea right ? Just posted. You guys and gals work fast O.Quote from: Carly on 16-01-2020, 01:36:21one thing Levi does that no one else does is link her character in the tag name - allowing people to quickly read her character when she posts. Should we all do that ? Good idea right ? Honestly, that's not a bad idea. I think I'll do that as well ^_^ Welcome to the game, Ref. =p@Carly: This is a good point, I shall try and slip that into my posts from now on. ^^ Quote from: Gardner on 16-01-2020, 03:55:31Welcome to the game, Ref. =p@Carly: This is a good point, I shall try and slip that into my posts from now on. ^^ Seconded :) Haha! Well Tanya is certainly pleased he got his first handful in the game. :P Poor NAO, I think he's probably (read: definitely) going to torment her some more later~Probably after the condom-fitting goes under way. ’D He better be careful. Go too far, teach her to enjoy it too much... She might just start doing some tormenting back. Hey, hey, hey! No one threatens me with a good time. ’D Those who know me know I enjoy my characters getting bullied and/or tormented, especially when they 'ask' for it by being mischievous. 3 Quote from: Carly on 16-01-2020, 01:36:21one thing Levi does that no one else does is link her character in the tag name - allowing people to quickly read her character when she posts. Should we all do that ? Good idea right ? Sorry it's a habit I've picked up over the years. Nice to see everyone getting on! @c0i9zApologies in advance. NAO's hot. Hmm. Thanks! I look forward to seeing what you're apologizing for. ;) ;) ;) Happy to announce I'm bringing in a third character (#msg15243459) after getting approval from Levi through PMs ^^ He'll definitely play the role of a third character more than anything, my main priority will still be Akira and AIK, but I think he can make for some extra fun ^^ Also there to offload a bit of questions that would be addressed to staff as I'm pretty familiar with the source material, a way to spread it a bit thinner ya'know ^^ Definitely going to make a nice reply later tonight :) And AJ is now in play. Hopefully he can get along with everyone ^^ *Me at AJ's costume(Quote from: dragon on 18-01-2020, 01:39:19And AJ is now in play. Hopefully he can get along with everyone ^^ I could adjust my post for Youth so he could address him if you'd like? :P @LynnetteThanks, that'll help get things rolling for him.@Totesoh stamp God the boys posted and ready to volunteer for the wheel. Also... Even right now Quote from: dragon on 18-01-2020, 01:57:20@LynnetteThanks, that'll help get things rolling for him. @Totesoh stahpThere we go ^^ I won't be able to post again until morning though, but I'll get back at you then :) Well, I made him addressable anyway, I'll follow it up tomorrow. Hey everyone! Sorry but I don't think I'll be available enough to keep up with this role-play after all, I would rather focus on my existing ones than have my attention spread too thin. I'll withdraw my characters from here. Enjoy yourselves :-) Sad to hear, but understandable. ^^ It was nice meeting you, Myra, and have fun in your other games! Best of luck in your future games, Myra. :) Dong worry I haunt abandoned you guys. I was just catching up with my other posts. I should have signposts tonight. Cool Levi ! If it gets too much for you say so !you can always ask for a co-gm, or change things, or stop if it becomes a chore. Thanks Carly! I'm enjoying things so far and hope everyone else is. Also, just seen the job my phone did on autocorrecting that last post. I really should check my spelling more often Hey everyone! I'm going to post tomorrow. Been an exhausting week.@c0i9z To the Sex Wheel! Looking forward to reading more posts. :) I apologize, folks (especially Yuri), health took a dip over the past week. >. Quote from: Gardner on 25-01-2020, 11:55:14I apologize, folks (especially Yuri), health took a dip over the past week. Sgt;.Lt; However, I'm coming off it now, so I should be back and around to responding soon. ^^*gives some cookies to help with your mending* Sorry the lack in posting. Shit's been really bust for me lately @totes do you want me to throw some girls your way? Quote from: Levi on 27-01-2020, 05:50:24@totes do you want me to throw some girls your way? Sure if no one else is going to get on the wheel. ^_^ Some cute clothing malfunctions are on the way. :) I live for moments like these. :P Quote from: Gardner on 28-01-2020, 15:02:53I live for moments like these. :P*high-fives the fellow man of culture* So as we are entering February tomorrow I thought I would throw up a little side event (just to keep things interesting. You don't have to post there. The event is running on its own time separate to the existing timeline. The event is purely for the real live month of February. All play areas are available. If it proves popular I might do another for Easter ^ ^ Of, hit a busy patch, but working on reply now! Also, ooh, event topic sounds like fun, I'll give it a read after replying and see how things work there. 3 Quote from: Gardner on 03-02-2020, 12:36:51Oof, hit a busy patch, but working on reply now! Also, ooh, event topic sounds like fun, I'll give it a read after replying and see how things work there. 3Looking forward to it. :) There we go! It may not make up for the wait, but hopefully it's a good read. ^^ I don't think I can top Yoko's chest popping free like that. XD Quote from: Gardner on 03-02-2020, 13:32:48There we go! It may not make up for the wait, but hopefully it's a good read. ^^ I don't think I can top Yoko's chest popping free like that. Dwell, I'm definitely going in to make a reply nonetheless. :) Sounds like a plan! 3 Might be able to get a few out today, if I'm lucky! Also tossed up Tanya for the Event thread first, will likely slip Marianne in as well in a little bit. ^^ Quote from: Gardner on 03-02-2020, 13:54:51 Sounds like a plan! 3 Might be able to get a few out today, if I'm lucky! Also tossed up Tanya for the Event thread first, will likely slip Marianne in as well in a little bit. ^^ Awesome. :) Whee, breaking in the event thread. 3 Anyone else going to join the fun? Quote from: Gardner on 04-02-2020, 07:54:33Whee, breaking in the event thread. 3 Anyone else going to join the fun? Maybe if Marianne shows up. :) Apologies for the weekend silence. Was spending some quality time with the ball and chain. Posting tomorrow. Haha, I can't make any promises, but I'll see how I feel after my event post! I do want to get Mari into the event thread as well. >. Take your time, Levi! ^^ Quote from: Gardner on 06-02-2020, 14:46:06Hahah, I can't make any promises, but I'll see how I feel after my event post! I do want to get Mari into the event thread as well. Sgt;.Lt;Take your time, Levi! ^^ Ok. :) Should have something posted a bit after the weekend. Been a busy start to the new year at work -_- Apologies folks, had to spend the weekend with relatives, but I'm back now. ^^ Little exhausted, so not sure if I can make posts tonight, but if not tonight then tomorrow for sure! Quote from: Gardner on 11-02-2020, 00:53:46 Apologies folks, had to spend the weekend with relatives, but I'm back now. ^^ Little exhausted, so not sure if I can make posts tonight, but if not tonight then tomorrow for sure! No problem. :)Speaking of absences, on Thursday afternoon to Sunday afternoon, I'll be away doing convention stuff :) I might peak in, but not at an IC posting level. No worries, enjoy your convention! I'm really hoping to post tonight. We seem go be getting some new interest in recruitment so is there any specific area ppl want open? Quote from: Levi on 11-02-2020, 13:42:11I'm really hoping to post tonight. We seem go be getting some new interest in recruitment so is there any specific area ppl want open? Well, Yoko needs a new outfit now, so definitely the Cosplay Hall. :) Welcome Abigail, Tokyo and AnishJust a gentle reminder it is super important to add content and wearing in your header. Content allows other players the knowledge of the post beforehand in case it offends them and wearing because of the sticker rules in the park. Pooh, happy to see some more interest! Welcome, new folks! ^^ Also, agreeing with Yuri for the cosplay hall to help the poor girl get a new outfit! :P EY more peeps! Awesome Make an addition to my first and only post, placing Abbey at the Sex Wheel (since I am guessing I should put my character in an attraction). I believe Tyler is unescorted at the wheel presently. And I think I just did my entire last post at the wrong character!! Quote from: Levi on 11-02-2020, 22:07:15I believe Tyler is unescorted at the wheel presently. And I think I just did my entire last post at the wrong character!! Hopefully, Abbey's tall latex clad form captures the Tyler's attention ;-) Make a change to tag Tyler and also have Abbey stare at him since he's the only partner currently waiting patiently there... Awesome to see folks just diving right in! 3 But yep, currently that's the active event in the main thread, and there's another event thread for additional activities with a Valentine's Day twist to them! Edit: Also Yuri, it's been long enough, but I got Mari up in the event thread! I feel like the new arrivals have been all the motivation I needed to get posting there. @_@Aaaaa, Abby sounds so fun too. >. Quote from: Gardner on 11-02-2020, 23:12:44Awesome to see folks just diving right in! 3 But yep, currently that's the active event in the main thread, and there's another event thread for additional activities with a Valentine's Day twist to them! Edit: Also Yuri, it's been long enough, but I got Mari up in the event thread! I feel like the new arrivals have been all the motivation I needed to get posting there. @_@Aaaaa, Abby sounds so fun too. Sgt;.Lt; I think I need to play another guy... XD But I probably should not push my luck. Yay. :) I'll get to posting for both threads in a few minutes. And then I pushed my luck anyway. WELL! >. I think I'll start Archer off at the event thread, since I think the Sex Wheel event has plenty of folks in activity. =p I made a post in the events before I have to go today. :) Debating on waiting for another gm post to continue the tour before I reply on the sex wheel. Quote from: Yugishogun on 13-02-2020, 17:21:14I made a post in the events before I have to go today. :) Debating on waiting for another gm post to continue the tour before I reply on the sex wheel. I'm going to move the tour on tomorrow. I'd kinda like for the haunted mansion to be introduced too, if possible. *claps cheeks*ALRIGHT, BACK AT IT! Sorry for the radio silence on my end, my mind has been all kinds of other places. Any of my characters are available at the moment, so if there's anyone lacking a scene, there is some possible attention to be had from a fly guy in his 20s, milf ex-porn star, and a cute trap if anyone is seeking some action ^^ Ah shit I'm sorry, I keep getting distracted and works been stressful and haven't posted in a while... I may have the boys drop off from the tour until I can figure out what exactly to do with them. No worries. I made a little edit to Mimi's post. The cosplay Hall is now playable Hey, welcome back to activity, Lynn. O: I'm kind of in the same boat with some health-related fuckers, but I'm not out of activity yet. >. Also, Levi! I think when C0i9z mentioned the Haunted House, they meant for the event thread. ^^ Since that's where two of our characters are headed. =p I wasn't sure how to introduce the Haunted House thing myself, so I was waffling a bit on that with my earlier posts. Orherwise, I definitely owe a couple here so I'll get to rolling on them sometime today when I get back home! Definitely looking forward to seeing Mimi react to the bumbling buddies. :) I'll add that NAO is currently open in the main thread, for anyone who feels like picking her up. I'm back. Sorry for the hiatus @c0i9z! If I don't have a post up tonight I should definitely have one tomorrow ^_^ I'm so sorry, I'll try and get some posts out by the weekend! Not enough hours in the day right now! Ah, welcome back to the land of the living. =p Looking forward to them. ^^

Mizuryuu Kei land OOC|rating:4.0

I Spy With My Little Eye...Cuteness

"Hello my name is Luca, Luca Ralph to be exact. I am just about nineteen years old My birthday is coming your real soon I can't wait. Anyway it is very nice to meet you. I have a very small one-room apartment It's not much, but it keeps me dry and for the most part warm depending on when the heater wants to work I should really go and get that fixed. The reason for living in the apartment is my parents got divorced when I was 13 my mother moved away not telling us where she went and well my father. He became a drunk I couldn't stand his constant harassment and taking my paychecks so he could feed his addiction so I moved out. Not that you really needed to know this... Speaking of pay checks, I work for the local Bakery café' =) I love to cook and make various foods other than deserts as well. The great thing about my job is That they don't discriminate Me being a non-human and all they also don't mind that I am well... queer that's best word I can come up with. The owner actually is apply in a partnership with the loveless of men. I wish I could fine someone like he does but sadly I am not very good with making friends let alone get a relationship it's not like I'm just going to find someone on the streets and just hit it off with them. I'm sorry I got carried away. But before I shut up and go back to work some other good info about me would be that. I'm pretty down to earth, I rather wear dark colors than bright Though I will wear like a cream color on occasion i don't like to stand out in a crowd-- Yikes that's my manager calling I must go It was nice to have met you! Bye! " Reckons (Rico) Ptolemy name is Reckons, but please don't call me that. Call me Rico. I look young for my age, I'm really seventeen already, but most people don't believe me when I tell them that. It's annoying. I live in a cardboard box, but you wouldn't know it. I am usually very bubbly, yet sometimes reserved with people I don't know well, especially humans. Furthermore, I'm gentle but flamboyant, and, as adults say, naive. Furthermore, I really don't know too much about what people call my sexuality, perhaps that's why they call me naive. Furthermore, I am attracted to both girls and boys, but have never even had so much as a kiss from either of them. I suppose I have bored you already with all this talk about me. *curious look* Who are you?((You want to make the first post?)) "Lucas!" Called the manager who was walking out of the back Hearing his name he jumped a little and almost dropped a plate of cheesecake into a customers lap. Luca had been working opening to close every day for the past 6 days and had been having nightmares so he was exhausted though tried his best to hide it. He needed to work or well thought that he did anyway. He quickly apologized to the customer and then excused himself. To go see his manager he was hoping that it wasn't about his day off tomorrow. He really needed it and hoped it wasn't about covering a shift." Luca. Are you alright? Some of the costumers have told me that you've been mixing up orders, ringing up the wrong things on their bills. It's just not like you."" Kent. i. I'm fine really it was just a little mix-up" Luca said suddenly worried that he was going to lose his job" Why don't you go home and get some rest. I can handle it here for the rest of the day without you." Luca sighed and knew that Kent was right about needing the break." Alright. If you are sure. Thank you." he went to his tables and informed them of his leaving and also apologized again. After saying goodbye to the costumers he took some food and then left the café' and went to the park. Sitting on a bench by the lake and under a tree setting the bag down. He lent his head back and closed his eyes to rest little. Rico wandered around with what seemed like aimlessness, but in fact he was in pursuit of food. He was a rather odd sight, especially being a Neo. He had a black tail, which was normal enough, paired with black ears. Equally normal. But what was odd about him, was his snow-white hair. Most Nikos had the same color hair as their tail and ears, but Rico was an oddity for sure; that coupled with his blue eyes...well, let's just say he was one to really stand out in a crowd. His torn dark wash blue jeans hung loosely on his hips, tied securely with an old dark brown leather belt with a brass buckle that was beginning to rust. He wore a very dirty white t-shirt that was bordering on being black from filth, and his shoes were probably once white as well. Rico sniffed the air with zealousness, wanting to find even a shred of food around here. He lived in a cardboard box, or anywhere else that offered some shelter, the way he was born doing. His mother was a less than ladylike Neo, and since usually only Nikos mated with Nikos, he assumed his father was one as well. He had been plopped in front of an orphanage when he was just a blind little kit, but he had been turned away; more like, thrown in a dumpster. But he was thankfully rescued by other less than respectable ladies. He grew up on the street, hunted on the street, and sometimes slept on it. But now, he was on the trail of something. He caught a faint wife of...mmm...something very delectable. He began sneaking forward with a new purpose, and soon came to a bench, where a very pretty Mistune was sitting. Taking a large but silent breath of air, Rico determined that the smell was coming from the iTunes box. Slinking around behind the bush, very aware that this would be a hard job, considering it was a Mistune he was trying to steal from. He was as silent as he could be, and slowly reached his hands out to grab the box, his mouth watering with anticipation and excitement of the meal that was to finally come. The mistune Luca was nodding off his breath light, he wasn't completely asleep but if the neo Had timed it right he would have gotten away with stealing Luca's wonderful cake. Unfortunately for the Neo Luca Shifted and stretched out a bit His arm falling down towards his box but instead of touching the box he had come in contact with some very filthy paws Having been so out of it he just touched them for a moment curious if they were really real when they moved slightly he jumped into a standing position swaying bit from his fatigue. He turned ears directly up and tail tense he didn't like that he let someone sneak up so closely to him without his noticing. His eyes scanned over this intruder He was shocked to find how filthy the thing was. Did the kid like roll around in a mud puddle for hours on end before trying to steal from someone. Lucas Eyes met with the Neo's finding them to be a beautiful shade of blue. He also noticed they had the same snobbish silver hair color that was a rare site in any of their races. Even so Luca stood there waiting to see what he would do. He wasn't in the mood to bother with the kid but was curious what the kid would do now that he was spotted so close to his goal" What are you doing here." Luca said calmly and cool though there was a bit of a threats sounding in his voice. He looked back to the box and lent in to reach for it maybe if the kid whined he would share it maybe if the kid was lucky that is. " You weren't about to try and sneak up on me and then steal from me now were you?" his tone became a nit harsher as he mentioned stealing. " You know that stealing is bad and get even little kids like you in a lot of trouble right? I'm pretty sure you don't want to get in trouble your mother wouldn't like that I bet." most of the time mentioning there mother was good enough he didn't want to pull the IL call the cops on you on a kid. Just when Rico thought he was home free, the Mistune shifted and touched his paws. He froze, turquoise eyes wide with fear at being caught. His hands were still tightly wrapped around the precious box, and he wanted to let go and run, but he couldn't. He stared up at the now very alert and very pretty mistune. Eyes still wide with terror, Rico gulped, and visibly winced when the mistune spoke. Wasn't it obvious what he was doing? But at great cost to his energy, Rico somehow found the ability to speak. He gaped like a fish for just a moment, then whimpered, "Don't hurt me, or turn me in. I-I just wanted your leftovers." He stared down at the box, his mouth watering heavily, and his stomach growling aggressively. Rico reluctantly released the box and hung his head, his black ears pressed firmly against his head, now hidden by his mop of white hair." I'm sorry, mister." He whimpered, flinching at every tiny movement the mistune made, something that made it very obvious he expected to be beaten for his mistake at being caught. Luca watched every movement the neo made surprised at how scared the poor guy was. Did he really seem like that mean of a guy or something? Maybe his tiredness made him seem that way he couldn't tell. The fact that the neo did not run like any other cat would have impressed him a cat that would stay because it knew that they'd done something wrong. Luca could admire that in someone." I'll think about it. I suggest that you have a seat while I think about it and another suggestion you might not want to think abut running ill have you in more trouble for it." Luca said but the neo could hear a change in the iTunes tone of voice as well as see that his ears were no longer pinpoint maybe Rico had a chance after all?Luca placed the box on the further end of the bench more as an i didn't want to hold it sort of deal but also as a test to see what the kid would do. Nikos ears perked up a bit. He watched as the mistune sat back down on the bench and moved the box back down a little further on the bench. It was so tempting; but Rico resisted the urge to grab it and run. He was rather conspicuous after all. He stayed crouched on the ground, but prowled forward to the end of the bench where he could see the iTunes face more clearly. He refrained from even casting a small glance at the box, for fear that his resolve would wither away like a flower in the heat of the afternoon sun. Furthermore, he could feel the eyes of the Mistune on him, but he didn't look at him. Instead, he licked his paw and wiped it across his forehead, leaving a slightly dirtier streak among an already dirty face. He then began to pick at things in the grass, waiting for the mistune to release him from the torture of smelling such good food just inches from him. His stomach grumbled wildly inside of him, and Rico crossed his arms over his stomach, squeezing slightly to try and receive the sharp pangs of hunger, intensified by the smell of the food in the box. His blue eyes were downcast as he studied his fifty shoes, wondering when this torment would end. He watched the kid on the ground playing in the grass. Was he that easily distracted by everyday things? The mistune patted the bench" You know when I had said for you to sit down I didn't mean like on the ground I meant for you to TP Come and sit by me. " He said again hoping to make it more clear and at the same time trying to be a bit nicer about it." he smiled slightly to reinsure him that he wasn't going to get hit or something of that nature, he waited silently but then tried to hold in a laugh as the neo made a nice dirty strip in his forehead. He didn't want to let the kid think he was getting off that easily. Though as he continued to look at the all the mess yes and filth despicably that silly strip he couldn't contain his laughter. His laugh was almost like a song and with it all seriousness had faded away, but it soon ended when he heard a monstrous sounding growl. And low to behold it was the kids stomach" Wow... your really just that hungry huh." Luca said slowly looking to the box and then at the kid." How about this. You and I will make a deal and then maybe if you do your part ill let you have the cake? And don't worry it's a pretty easy task you'd have the cake ABD be on your way in no time" Rico's face snapped up at the iTunes request. He stared at the box, and then at the bench. He usually didn't use those, and was rather wary of benches. Furthermore, he slowly stood up and took the small step to the bench and sat down on it gingerly, his tail swishing back and forth nervously. Once his butt hit the seat, a small smile crept over his face. He had done it! His face screwed up into a curious but wary look as he tilted his head towards the mistune. "A deal?" He wasn't sure he liked deals. The only deals he had seen or heard of were the ones the women that raised him had...and some of those he still had nightmares about. But at the mention of having the cake, his stomach rumbled, and all caution was flung out the window." Ok. What is it?" "There are a few parts to this deal. And they are... one. You have to give me a good reason Why i shouldn't take you to the police for attempting stealing from me, As well as why you were trying to steal from me in the first place. Two if you're going to eat then you need to wash up. No offense man... but your filthy it's a sorry sight. Three you have to eat it at my table in my home And you will tell me just exactly how you managed to get so dirty. And if your stories amuse me I will consider not pressing charges"Luca wondered if it was really such a good idea to let that filthy thriving neo into his home even for just an hour or so. For all he knew the kid could try and steal everything Luca had, though it wasn't really that much to begin with. But the kid seemed like his life was lacking some serious kindness, and he wanted to at least show him not all people were bad. Rico stared wide eyes at the Mistune. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You...want me..." He pointed at the mistune, then himself, "to go to your house?" He just couldn't believe this. Furthermore, he began to get excited, especially at the prospect of food. "You mean, I can eat it?" He chose to ignore entirely the fact that this mistune wanted him to bathe. It's not like he didn't want to be clean, but he was a Neo after all, and with that came the same hate of water like all cats had. Riko jumped up off the bench and stuck out his dirty paw, smiling broadly. "Deal." " After you tell me everything I want to know and get squeaky clean then yes you can eat it." He said with a small smile on his face. It was amusing to see how happy he was just because he was going to get some cake. " Well I suppose we should go." He said slowly standing up. Though paused as the neo held out his dirty paw. He gently shook hands with the neo" The names Luca by the way" He said before letting go of the Nikos hand to find that his hand was now covered in dirt. He chose to while off his hand on to his pants before leaning down to pick up the cake. "Ill show you the way to my place, and then we will get you cleaned up and talk over some cake and maybe milk?" he stated thinking that since he was a neo that he would like milk that's what cats drink right? Milk? "I um... also have iced tea." he said quickly just in case the neo would be offended by only being offered what a cat would have. Rico's turquoise eyes lit up like little blue stars when he was offered milk as well. His mouth watered as he said, "Oh that would be great!" He followed the Mistune, Luca and watched with some embarrassment when he wiped his hand on his pants. "Rico. My names Rico." He said by way of introduction. He was too preoccupied with the prospect of finally having some food and milk and a warm place to sit and eat it, to make a proper introduction." Where do you live?" He asked curiously, his eyes unwillingly leaving the box to watch where he was walking. "I live..." he paused he hadn't actually been living here that long now and could not remember the street name whatsoever not even the first letter of the street name or even t if was a street and not an avenue" I live pretty close to here actually don't worry it's really not that far" he said so he wouldn't have to say he didn't know his own block name Luca walked at a moderate rate leaving the park and began walking down the road he soon looked behind him to see if the neo, Rico was it?, was following him Rico followed like a lost puppy at the iTunes heels. Rarely did he leave the park or surrounding area, and as happy as he was for the chance at some food, it still frightened him a bit. He constantly stole looks at the box that held the delicious smelling cake, and found his mouth watering every time he did so. He thought about how he would get himself clean... He supposed the mistune would give him a small towel that he could use to take off the worst of the grime, and he could clean himself normally after that. Furthermore, he had no idea that Luca meant a shower.((Sorry for the short reply...couldn't think of much else XD)) As they walked there were many stores around toy stores food places such as Berger king and Taco Bell. A pizza place as well as some more fancier restraints there were pet stores hair salons and nail spas all sorts of clothing shops. As they passed the second pet shop Luca checked behind him "this block coming up we have to turn onto" he said only to inform him. The new block they turned onto was nothing like the one they were just on everything was dull there were no fancy stores nothing that stood out all there was were these buildings with fire escape stairs on them and so many windows.Luca decided that it was time to break the silence again "so. Rico how older you if I may ask" he said trying to make small talk with him as they walked so that they would not have to be in awkward silence.(don't worry about it, I work to make my posts long for you haha ha) ((Would you mind using punctuation a bit more? It's kind of hard to read in some places :sweat:))Rico stared in open awe at the brightly colored clothes in the stores, winced as the fumes from the nail spa hit his nose, and even hissed at a puppy that was bouncing playfully in the window of one of the pet shops barking. Vaguely aware of the question, Rico absent-mindedly answered, "Seventeen. Almost Eighteen." As they rounded the corner of the block, the awe of the last few minutes faded quickly as a sense of dread filled him. "This is where you live?" Luca smiled and looked back at Rico when he heard him hissing. "Wow you really are like a cat aren't you." He said with a small smile. "How cute." Luca continued more in a mumbled tone a light blush crossing his face. He felt bad hitting on a kid but for whatever reason could not help it. Hearing Rico's answer he blurted out "No freaked way you look like your 14 maybe 15 at best!!" he was happy was heard that. He wasn't being attracted to someone so young as he has thought. Even so, in a small attempt to hide his blush he took his hair tie out of his hair letting it fall more into his face. Though he did wonder if he would have even noticed it at all. Luca's blush soon faded though as they came to the ally that was in between hi building and the next one "Yes actually well this is the side of the building though. When we get to thenfrount my apartment is on the seventh floor."(I'm sorry I'm on an iPod. It's very hard to do so ok here my brother took my computer and my mother took the main I'm doing the best I can like I can't even reread what I have typed please bare with me. Not to mention I cracked my screen and the touchpad doesn't work that well because of it.) ((O_O I had no idea, sorry >. Riko stared up at the building. It wasn't the friendliest of buildings, but he shrugged of the thoughts of bad things. He sighed when Luca said he looked fourteen. "That's what everyone says." His voice wasn't mean, but it sounded a little weary and defeated. He followed the Mistune, who he noticed seemed a little flushed, but thought nothing of it, up into the building, his mouth watering more with every step. " I'm sorry. I don't want to seem like everyone else to you. It was... Just a bit surprising, you know? And hey think about it when your 60 you won't look all old and wrinkled. Won't that be a good thing then?" he said trying to cheer him up a bit. " Ill be like a prune monster or something or horrendous!" They walked around the building and then came to the front. The front wasn't as horrible looking as the alleyway. Though it still did not seem welcoming at all. Luca walked inside and went to a desk as if he were in a hotel or something and wanted to check in. "Anthony any mail for me today?" Luca asked. The Man stood up and checked a mailbox and then handed Luca a bunch of envelopes. Upon receiving his mail he walked over to the stairs. There was an elevator, but it had been broken for the past month. " My home is number '719' The format of this apartment building was very similar to the cheapest of hotels.(Lucky I am now on the computer. Haha, it won't take me forever between losing Wi-Fi and the typing on that damn screen. XP I love you main compile! *Hugs her computer.* wow that post is big haha score.) ((Lol awesome. I love my compile too ^^ Technically, it's my hubbies...but I use it more than he do I think XD))Rico just stared as Luca got his mail. He knew certainly what it was, but other than a piece of folded paper that people gave to each other...that was all he knew. He also knew of hotels and their shady ways, and he wasn't quite sure he liked that analogy. "I'm sure it's a great place." He said as he followed Luca up the stairs." Are we going to have to walk all these stairs?" He asked. If so, he had this habit of counting steps he took, mainly upstairs. Rico just thought it was kinda cool to see how many there really were. " You'll find that my apartment is much different from the outside appearance." Luca said as he shuffled though his mail not really looking as he walked"Unfortunately the elevator is broken, so for now yea we do have to walk up them... but it's good exercise and its always fun to count the steps you know?" He said continuing up the third flight of stairs. "Have you ever took the time to count the stairs that you walk on?" He asked wondering if he was weird for doing so. Rico stopped suddenly when Luca mentioned his hobby. "You count stairs too? I thought I was the only person odd enough to do that." He tilted his head and regarded the Mistune with a new eye. Something in him stirred, and he found he was already getting quite fond of Luca...but it seemed more than that... He pushed those thoughts aside, deciding to decode his feelings later." So...when do I get cake and milk?" His voice chipper and light, as he seemed to bounce up the stairs, mentally counting.1...2...3...4... Luca smiled "Ah so you do count stairs finally someone else that does so. Most of the time when I ask that to someone they look at me all weird like. You are filled with small surprises for me aren't you." He looked back to see that Rico was quite a bit of stairs behind"As for your cake and milk like when you complete your side of the deal, Remember? Its like I said in the park you have to tell me why you were trying to steal from me, along with a reason i shouldn't turn you in, why your so covered in dirt and don't forget, we give you a good bath what size clothing do you wear ill loan you some of mine i I can get yours washed if there even save-able that is..." Rico rolled his eyes. "Well, if you really want to know," He jumped a couple more stairs, "I'm an orphan. Homeless, actually. Never knew my father, and my mother is dead. That would be why I'm covered in dirt. Never had enough money to buy food and clothes, and food always wins." He jumped a few more, making it into more of a game to occupy himself. "I don't know what size I wear. These," he tugged at his shirt and jeans, "I got out of one of the homeless shelters. And you shouldn't turn me in because they're mean there. Last time I was in there, it was only for J-walking, and they held me for three weeks, with only stale bread and dirty water once a day." He was very casual sounding about his rather unsettling life, but he merely shrugged. It didn't bother him so much now, he tried to just look forward to his next meal, instead of looking back at what people had done to him. Luca was silent through Rico's explanations. He was thinking more about what he could do for the kid. It had to have really sucked to have never had a father and to have his mother die. Luca could sorta know the feeling. His mother wasn't dead, but she was gone for most likely forever So in a since she was. Dead to him anyway, even so that was still no comparison. After a few more flights of stairs Luca went through a door that had a number seven on it. He held it for Rico. He wanted to say something to Rico but couldn't find the words to do so. Instead, he said" This is Our floor." Luca thought maybe he could give Rico a place to stay, but money was tight There was only really enough money to buy food for1-2 meals a day for one in the house. Not only that but to invite a stranger to live with you could have so many dangers. He could be a serious thief considering that Rico had tried to steal from him. Rico was still flabbergasted to be allowed into somebody's home. He walked in tentatively, as if he were going to be tackled any moment. His ears were pricked forward, and his tail was stuck to his right leg, the tip barely twitching, showing his anxiety. When the door was shut, and nothing bad happened, Rico let out a whistle. "Nice place. Sure beats a cardboard box!"*Sorry *is brain-dead* Luca took off his shoes placing them onto a mat by the door. He looked over to Rico" Would you mind just taking your shoes off. It is sorta one of my customs." He said walking into his house moving over to the table and placing the box onto it. Then he walked over to a large fish tank. He picked up a cylinder container of fish flakes and put some into the tank many colorful fish swam quickly to get to the food."I'm glad that you like it. Though I'm not so sure I would want to see your home. And if I had your home I'd be afraid that someone would throw it into the trash." Luca was still thinking of a plan debating if it was safe or not it seemed like Rico was much more afraid of him than the other way around.(Its fine i don't mind at all hah aim doing math homework, so shorter posts are fine by me XP) ((OH fun...math... I'm dyslexic, so I suck at math XD And reading aloud))Rico flopped onto the ground by the door and removed his shoes, he set them as close to the door as possible, since he knew how dirty they were, and this way, Luca could just sweep any remaining dirt into the hallway. He then watched as Luca fed his fish, and he watched them with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open just slightly as they bobbed around in the water. His head moved with their movements, and it was a rather funny sight." Oh, they've done that before. It's rather annoying. But," He shrugged, still watching the fish. "I can either steal it back or just get another one from behind a store." " Why haven't you tried going to one of the shelters? There you would get two 'okayish' meals a day and a place you can sleep and be warm..." Luca asked moving away from the fish tank. He had noticed Rico still watching his fish. "Also. The Fish are Off Limits. You try to eat one and I'll have to kill you." Anyway I'm sure your starved and i don't want any of my fish to die... So. How would you like me to prepare your bath? Do you prefer hot, warm or cold water?" "Because the shelters chased me away. As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm not exactly a normal human." He swished his tail for emphasis, and turned away from the fish quickly, not wanting to evoke the wrath of a possible new friend. "I- I was just watching, I swear." He grinned sweetly and made his pupils bigger, giving the kitty/puppy eyes as proof of his innocence. Riko froze at the mention of water, and gulped. "You really mean...a bath? Not just a damp washcloth? Or... Some extra time to clean myself?" He really wasn't keen on the whole idea of a full bath, being a cat and all, but at this point, his aching stomach would force him to do anything for that small slice of cake in the box. " I can see your not human, but they can't just turn you away for being a neo. I was in a shelter for like maybe a week. Granted I was smaller and couldn't have taken care of myself whatsoever if they had not accepted me. Though they did make me wear a bandanna to cover my ears and these really annoying pants where i didn't have a hole for my tail. As well as made me act much differently... I don't see what the big deal about not being a human is. I don't got and be all like WWW a human, it doesn't look like me... Maybe there just to stupid to see were all the same on the inside? Sorry... I'm rambling on aren't i." Luca smiled at Rico's expression." Your cute, did you know that?" Luca walked over to him and offered a hand. " A bath really isn't that bad they can be quite soothing once you get comfortable in the water." Rico shrugged. "I don't know. But whatever their reason, they don't accept me. Which means, I don't get food, clothes, or anything." He took the Mistune's hand tenderly. "I don't like water." He stated plainly, but allowed himself to be led into the bathroom and waited for further instructions on what he was supposed to do.((Sorry for the crap post...Don't know what else to post Sgt;.Lt;"))" Well I think maybe ill have some clothing that might be just little loose on you, but it will have to do for now. And i didn't like water that much either when I was younger I always thought I would around in the bath tub." Luca turned on the water and pulled the drain so that the water would fill up he turned the nobs so that it would be warm water instead of hot water." Have you ever taken a human bath before?" Luca asked as he watched the water slowly fill (its cool i don't mind really XP) Rico watched curiously as Luca started messing with the bath, but as soon as the water was turned on, Rico pulled his ears flat against his head, so tightly that you no longer could see them among his mop of white hair. His tail bushed out to nearly double it's size, and he pushed himself against a corner, trying to be as far away from the water as possible. He didn't even answer Luca's question, since his reaction was sure to be telltale enough. Luca felt the water letting it get warm before he turned to Rico. He couldn't help but to stare "Really! Rico the water isn't that bad!" He said running his hands under the water and then flicking it at him playful most of the water was hitting the found he then cupped his hands and threw it at Rico the water hitting his head and chest. " hah, hah got you(Sorry for not posting but were both here now yay! Riko hissed and scrambled backwards, trying to squeeze behind the toilet when the water hit him. He shook himself and tried rubbing the water out of his hair, which only made his brilliant white hair turn brown with what was now mud. When he caught himself, he blushed a bright crimson." I- I'm sorry. I told you I didn't like water." He smiled shyly and studied his filthy hands and imagined what he must look like now. By the time Rico had apologized Luca was holding his stomach laughing like a mad man to the point there were tears in his eyes he couldn't help it when his laughing calmed he whipped his eyes "I'm sorry" You are the cutest thin give ever seen do you know that?" Luca said going over to him" But being as adorable as you are is not going to get you clean the water is >.> What if I put some bubbles in it will you take a bath then?" He said offering his clean hand out to Rico's dirty ones not seeming to care too much anymore. Rico glared at him as he laughed. It wasn't very funny. But when offered the hand, he looked up and slowly took it. "I will try... I want to be clean...but...water..." He allowed himself to be led very slowly to the edge of the tub and stared at the clean water. He swallowed hard and turned back to look at Luca, his ears still hidden by his hair, although now out of terror. "Do I really have to?" " With the amount of filth on you. Yea... is had to say it would be the easiest way to get yourself clean I like baths even though I'm not a kid anymore, but you could take a shower which the water would be falling on you more like a vicious rainstorm? Then there's always hosting you down outside but I think that's the meanest of the options... I don't know how else you would get anywhere close to being clean otherwise..." Rico sighed, then remembered the slice of cake in the box that he will get to eat when this is all over. He first drew his shirt over his head, revealing a furless chest, so thin you could see his every single one of his ribs. He cast the shirt over the toilet, then removed the belt from his pants, and having nothing to hold them to his hips anymore, they slid to the floor with a small plume of dirt dust coming from them. His legs were thin as well, and his hips protruded painfully. He had no boxers on, and slipped cautiously but quickly into the water to hide his nakedness. He sat stock still for a minute, refusing the large to leap out of the water hissing like a mad man. When he finally got used to the sensation, he looked over at Luca and smiled. "There. I'm clean!" Luca stared at the poor guys body how could anyone look that frail and so... skinny his eyes flickered over to Nikos face it was always amusing to see a cat in water he smiled when Rico got bit more comfortable" Your not clean, yet you need to use soap and shampoo and conditioner and bubbles "(way small but shhh I posted where about to be back in action Rico's ears went back further, and a small hiss escaped his lips as he crossed his arms around his chest. "Well...let's get this over with." He sat stock still as he waited for the bath to do its job. He had no idea what was going to happen from here, or how he was going to get "clean". Furthermore, he was in the water...what more could happen? Luca laughed and picked up the shampoo bottle putting some in his hands" I'll wash your hair for you don't bite me or anything okay?" he said with a smile clearly joking around with him Rico stiffened as Luca rubbed the shampoo through his hair, but eventually softened his posture. Once he forgot about where he was, and what he was sitting in, and what was happening, Rico rather liked this. Luca was very attractive, and having him run his fingers through his hair... A soft purring escaped Rico as his imagination went wild with things of him and Luca. Luca smiled as Rico relaxed again glad that at least the bath wasn't as horrifying at Rico was thinking. Luca got let him relax bit more before they moved his hands away dining them in the water the shampoo on his hands a brown color he would have to rinse and wash again to get his hair actually clean" I have to pour water on your head to get the shampoo out" he said" I have to pour water on your head to get the shampoo out"Rico stopped purring immediately, now fully out of his happy place. "More water?" Whereas his ears had been up, they were once again buried beneath the dirty soap that was covering his head, and he was once again scrunched up into a small dirty, but now soapy, ball. "Do we have to add more water? Aren't I clean yet?" Luca located and rubbed Nikos ears" I have to get the soap out of your hair still I'm sorry =/" he said hoping to comfort him in some way" if you lean back and put your hair in the water I can try t get it our quicker than pouring water on your head. Rico closed his eyes and held his breath, giving a quick nod of his head to show he was ready. He grasped the side of the tub and the handle on the wall to brace the rest of his body, staying as stiff as he could, and constantly fighting the urge to leap out of the tub wildly and shake himself off. Luca washed the soap out of his hair as quickly as he could not want to make him suffer any more than necessary surprisingly the soap actually got most of the grime out of his hair after some conditioner he should be fine Rico held back a hiss as the soap fell down his face, flowing forward with the water. His nails were starting to bite deeply into his naked thighs, and caused him a great deal of pain, but it was nearly the only thing keeping him sitting in the water and not shredding Luca to shreds for pouring water all over him. Once the soap was out of his hair, he cautiously let go of his thighs and touched his hair hesitantly. It felt...better. Lighter, and softer, even while still wet. His eyes opened wide as he looked to Luca. "What was that soap?? I don't think I've ever felt this way." Suddenly Rico became fascinated by how soft his skin was, how it seemed to glow from within. And that what he had thought were freckles, had vanished. He looked down at the water he was sitting in and saw how filthy it was. His cheeks grew red, now even more brominate without the dirt to cover them, as he lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, I seem to have made a mess of your...whatever this is." Luca laughed and rubbed Rico's ears "Its alright (If you would like me to add more the post I can but I thought we should start off a little easier since I was gone for a whole year I'm glad that you wanted to continue this with me =] oh and if you would like to do more than one together I would love to cause I am here to stay this time for sure =D see you when you get online) Quote: (to mods, sorry for suddenly reviving this but since it was my RP thread and I have hopes of reviving it and working on it with rose I have posted and am now awaiting a post from them, please don't punish me, thanks =D) Rico was intrigued by the idea that his hair could get even softer, but that was diminished some by the knowledge that he would have to endure the water longer. To both his great relief, but slight disappointment, Luca unplugged the tub. Rico watched as the dirty brown water swirl around down the drain, and he had a quick jolt of fear. He couldn't be sucked down that too, could he? Before Rico had any more time to ponder that, Luca stopped the drain and turned the water back on, making Rico's muscles tense back up after the short relaxed state. The warm water swirled about his legs, and he was very close to leaping out of the tub, but the call of soft hair was too great. He had to find out if Luca's claim was real or not." Well... alright. I guess." Once again, Rico tensed up his muscles, more to keep him from bolting out of the tub than anything, and started to absently knead his legs with his claws in anticipation. Luca rubbed Rico's back as the water refilled trying to keep him calm" So I am guessing from that reaction you are still not used to the water yet?" He asked. Continuing to rub him though stopped to turn off the running water. And picked up the conditioner bottle. Putting a good amount into his hands and then began to rub bit through Rico's hair. Letting it sit in for a few minutes (Have to go to work) Rico shook his head at the question, surprised at himself that he enjoyed having his head rubbed. He couldn't help a flinch as Lucas hand made his way towards his head with the conditioner. "I don't know how anyone gets used to this." He allowed Luca to rub in the conditioner, still anxiously kneading his claws against his thighs." How long does it have to stay in there?" He started to ask his other question, then stopped, closing his mouth. After a pause, he decided he already looked silly enough so why not ask it. "Will my skin and hair really be softer than after the SHA.sham. Um, the soap?" Luca laughed" Well they just simply do, Most people don't really like the feeling of having dirt on their skin and in their hair. In fact they shower every single day to keep being clean. Plus with all the different soaps you can smell like lots of things, even cherry blossoms." Luca informed him. You can wash it out in another minute or so, there is no actual set time but they recommend like three minutes I think..." He said smiling at how cute this guy really was. "And yes it will be Rico. You know what if you don't believe me see for your self and if you think I am wrong then I will buy you one thing of your choice ANYTHING of your choice" "You know what if you don't believe me see for your self and if you think I am wrong then I will buy you one thing of your choice ANYTHING of your choice"Rico looked suspiciously at Luca. That sounded an awful lot like charity. More so than was already being offered by this bath and food. But having something bought for him… "I don't need handouts, and I don't have anywhere to put anything." With the small flare of prideful anger going in his gut, Rico flipped on the water like he had seen Luca do, and while it was a bit too hot, he stuck his head under the running faucet, rinsing the conditioner out of his hair as quickly as he could. As he came out from under the water, he shook his head, trying to get the excess water out. With his hair plastered to his skull, and the slight glaring in his eyes, he looked a very comical portrait of unhappiness. "Am I clean?" Luca sided at Rico's anger. Luca hadn't meant it seriously, he was being sarcastic, since there was no doubt that Rico's hair and his skin would be softer, there was no need to buy him anything extra. But then again maybe he should have made it more 'visible that he was making a joke. When Rico shook out his hair he got most of the shaken water onto Luca, but he said nothing of it, he lost the mood for laughter, even looking at how Rico hair was very flat on his head from being so wet. "Yes, You are done..." He said unplug int the water and putting a towel by Rico before getting up and getting him new clean clothing. Rico tilted his head in curiosity when Luca stood up and left, leaving him with a rectangular piece of fuzzy cloth. Not only was he confused by what he was supposed to do next, but he had no idea why Luca just walked away. Riko shrugged and stood, grabbing the fuzzy cloth. Turning it over, he swiped his chest with it. Seeing that all the water droplets were gone, a look of wonder crossed his face. This thing got him dry! Immediately Rico started wiping his entire body, making sure every last water droplet was soaked into that miraculous fuzzy rectangle. Luca rummaged through his closet finding some of his older clothing that were right in his waist size but short on his legs they were black with rips at the knees that he had made himself and a 'rise against' t-shirt he thought would fit him from the closet. Making sure there were no better options he left his room to give the clothing to Rico. He came in just as Rico was finishing up his dry up. "These are for you to borrow of now alright?" He said looking him over knowing the pants were still going to be too long. Rico eyed the proffered clothing suspiciously. He'd never been given clothing before, and was unsure about the gesture. He dropped the towel to the floor, now completely nude. Furthermore, he took the clothing and slipped the shirt on over his head, trying to read it upside down. Furthermore, he tilted his head to the side trying to read what it said. Giving up, he shrugged and pulled on the pants, getting his feet stuck in the holes at the knees a couple of times before pulling them on and buttoning them around his waist. The shirt hung to his hips, but besides the pants being a few inches too long, they fit well." Thank you." Rico mumbled, unsure of what else to say now. This was the most kindness he'd ever been shown, aside from other street urchins, and he didn't know how to accept it, or how to repay it. I'll get you something that will fit you better later okay? But only if you would like me to. It's not a pity thing I promise. I just want to get you something you'll like okay?" He said trying to show he just wanted to be friendly. But maybe it was more than that he remembered a time when he had someone else around him someone he cared far too much about. And maybe he was really trying to fill that void. " Now that your clean how do you feel?" He asked wondering if Rico would say that he was right. That his hair and skin were indeed much softer than they had been in a very long time Luca went into the kitchen and prepared the delicious desert for them as well as some tea for himself and some milk for Rico. After eating He offered that Rico stayed the night since it was raining now, promising that it really was no trouble having him over especially now that he was all nice and clean.(I figured you could choose if he stays or not and then bring it to the next day so that it fits but that's up for you.) Rico polished off his dessert quickly, it was just too yummy! There were very few times when he got anything to eat, let alone something as sugary and delicious as this. Before long, both his food and glass of milk was gone, and he was yawning. When Luca offered a place to stay, Rico's mind started running again. He had noticed the sky darkening with cold steel gray clouds, and now that he listened, the pitter-patter of raindrops on the glass windows told him it was indeed raining. Not wanting to sleep in the rain for another night, Rico agreed cautiously." Where shall I sleep?" Luca couldn't help but to smile he was about to say to take the guest bedroom, but it had turned more into a storage room..." you can have my bedroom if you would like. Or the couch whatever you prefer?" he said not minding at all if he took the bedroom since it was his mess that made the guest bedroom UN available. Mayve he would clean it so that next time it was needed it could actually be used.

I Spy With My Little Eye...Cuteness|rating:3.0

Off The Beaten Path (Nim and SuddenlySkies)

It never ended. Lareth lowered her hood as she stepped into The Winking Skeeter - not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Ordinarily she liked The Winking Skeeter; the owner was friendly, and the food was good, and it always attracted decent bards, which, she supposed, made sense since the Bard's College was right here in Solitude. Now, however, she was exhausted. She wanted to rest and get a chance to recover from her journey before it would be time to embark on yet another one. The Dragon born's work just never ended, so it seemed. She was dressed in common traveler's clothes, a white shirt under a brown vest and breeches tucked into sturdy leather boots. A bottle-green traveler's cloak protected her from the worst of Skyrim's weather. Long, curling reddish-brown hair was tied back into a tight braid down her back. Nut-brown skin was burned from the sun and scattered with dark freckles. Fingerless gloves covered her hands up to her wrists, and a knife was strapped to her belt." Evening, Vilnius," Earth said with a heavy sigh, dropping her pack onto a free stool, and herself onto the one beside it. She had quickly become friendly with the owner of the tavern and his daughter during her first visit. Simpler times, those had been, if perhaps only slightly. She dug her map and journal from her bag and opened them on the countertop, before Corpus had a chance to even take her order." Problems, Earth?" Corpus asked conversationally. "You're looking stressed."" I'm fine," she told him, mostly because she knew he was only asking to be polite. She unfolded and refolded her map until she had the square of area she needed to focus on, staring at it for a moment, at the location marked as her newest quest and the distance between it and her current location. She took a long, slow breath and blew it out again before looking back up at Corpus." Actually," she began, sitting up straighter. "I don't suppose you'd know of any sell swords in the area? Someone trustworthy? It appears I've got a long journey ahead of me and I don't really care to go it alone." Carla sat in one of the back corners of the bar where she had a good view of the front door and could keep an eye on the bar. With a bottle of mead in front of her and a gold coin being twirled thoughtlessly between her deft fingers. She really wasn't that big of a drinker but in a way she was celebrating a very lucrative evening. That and it gave her an excuse to sit and watch to see who came tavern next and rest up before making her way back towards White run. For her outing in Solitude Carla had chosen to wear a gold and red fine dress with a long black hooded velvet cloak. Fine black leather gloves covered her hands and claws and her hood was drawn down over her head hiding most of her features within the shadows of the hood. The Habit knew from experience that not all the people of Skyrim looked to kindly on her race. Carla's fur was nearly jet black with flecks of silver throughout. Her long silver black hair was done up in several long braids accented with gold rings which matched the gold rings worn in her ears. Yarla smiled softly under her hood as she watched Earth enter the Winking Skeeter. Despite being dressed in only traveling clothes the woman approaching the bar was stunningly beautiful. And the Habit actually felt some surprise that she felt an attraction towards the woman who was obviously a wood elf. In her experience none of the even races had ever been very kind to her own race or at least not to her. Now with her interest peeked Carla actually began to pay closer attention to what was being said at the bar." Well... Vilnius began as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin. There are a couple of sell swords here tonight but none that I could in all good conscious recommend to you. They are new at their trade if you catch my drift and would most likely end up hindering you more than helping. Now if you had asked me that question a few years ago I could have recommended the best sell sword you could have ever asked for. A very lithe and talented Habit archer who called herself YAR something or other. Extremely beautiful by all accounts and every bit as dangerous. She had the loveliest jet black fur with silver flecks which only accented her long black and silver streaked hair. Unfortunately she hasn't been around these parts in a couple of years. Took up smiting or something like that if there is any truth to the rumors. While Vilnius had been speaking Carla had made her way silently to the bar and had sat in the stool next to Earth. "You big ox you never could get my name right." The Habit practically purred as she removed her hood and turned her gaze on Earth. Carla studied the woman for a moment with her nearly black eyes with silver starbursts in the center. Then removing one glove she extended her hand towards the beautiful woman, "My name is Carla... Forgive me for intruding milady, but I couldn't help but overhear that you were looking for a sell sword. Depending on what you have going on I might be persuaded to forgo my trip home and come along with you on your adventure." Earth was a bit disappointed at first, when one of her only contacts in the area had nothing for her but a story of a beautiful woman apparently out of her reach. She did raise an eyebrow when it was mentioned the woman was a Habit; her experience had been that there was some nation-wide disdain for the Kanji in Skyrim, so it was a surprise to hear one spoken of so highly. She glanced up briefly when someone sat next to her, but afforded her more attention when the stranger was revealed to be the very person Vilnius had just told her about. What a peculiar coincidence, but... she was every bit as beautiful as he had said, and for a brief moment Earth found herself too distracted to speak." Um," she managed finally, and cleared her throat before accepting the offered hand. "I'm Earth. I, uh..." She shook her head to clear it and looked back at her map. "I have to go to Dead Man's Respite." It wasn'tTatar a trip, but Earth hadn't had much luck scouring the wilderness on her own. She didn't need a bodyguard, per se, but an extra pair of more experienced hands and eyes would absolutely serve her well. The Habit held Earth's eyes. Waiting in baited silence for the beautiful woman's response wondering if she would be well received by this woman or not. Carla almost felt as there was a shared mutual attraction between them which both surprised and pleased her at the same time. Life in Skyrim was harsh at best. True relationships almost a fairy tale for some. From the moment the Boomer took her offered hand Carla felt as if they had simply been destined to meet one another. She could not guess the extent of the relationship or how things would work out, but she knew without a doubt their paths had been crossed for some greater purpose. Reluctantly the Habit slipped her hand back out of Earth's grasp. "I am very pleased to meet you Earth. Dead Man's Respite... yes I have heard of the place. It's said to be full of Drug and other possible enemies. Some have gone in looking for treasure and never return again and the ones who do return say there are impassable doors within." Yarla paused for a moment. "You look as if you have had a long journey and could use a good meal. Would you care to join me over at my table in the corner for something to eat and perhaps a few drinks while we discuss this adventure of yours further?" The Habit truly hoped that Earth would take her up on her offer. She was very interested in the young Boomer as well as feeling more and more attracted to her as the moments moved on. Earth smiled at the description of Dead Man's Respite and nodded her agreement, though she had to smother a short laugh at the mention of impassable doors. Very few doors were impassable with the right trick, and Earth had several tricks to choose from." That," she began in a sighed confession at the offer, "sounds wonderful. Lead the way." She stood and gathered her things up again, taking a brief moment to order food from Vilnius before she was ready to follow her new friend. Her bewilderingly attractive new friend. Earth had never experienced such a sudden draw toward another person before; especially not a Habit. It was a little jarring. Carla smiled broadly, grateful that the wood elf had not turned down her offer of joining her for dinner. Once Earth had ordered her food Carla ordered her usual knowing that even though Vilnius could never remember her name correctly he always remembered the foods she typically ordered when in town. "And please place both of our orders on my room tab. I look like I will not be leaving tonight as I had originally planned on." The Habit led the way over to the table and pulled out a chair for Earth to sit down in motioning for her to sit down. Carla felt somewhat out of sorts not really knowing how to react to this strong attraction she felt for Earth she'd simply never felt anything like it before. Yes there had been a couple attempts at relationships in the past, but they never lasted very long nor did any of them start out with her feeling this way towards the person she was with. Speaking softly enough so that only Earth would hear her, "Considering we are thinking about going on this adventure together you most likely have as many questions for me as I have for you. But since you are the one who came in looking for a sell sword why don't you start with the questions while we wait for our food to arrive." The waitress had already stopped by with a bottle of wine and pored glass for them leaving the bottle with them on the table. Carla took off her other glove and put both of them in a hidden pocket of her robe. Picking up her glass she took a sip still completely taken in by Earth's beauty. Earth followed Carla to the table, setting her things in an empty chair. Her map and journal were set on the table, out of the way. "Oh, thank you," she said to the offered seat, and sat down, smoothing her cloak out from under her." Oh." Earth cleared her throat at the mention of questions and nodded. "Right, I should... ask questions. Uh." She had no idea what to ask; she'd never gone seeking out a sell sword before. "Well... Vilnius said you're an archer. I suppose I'd be remiss if I didn't ask whether you're any good," she said, with a grin to assure that she was joking. She thanked the waitress and took a sip of her wine before smiling politely at Carla again. Carla couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Yes perhaps a little remiss, but it is a good question to start out with. My father was known as a fairly decent smith throughout the HIIT community. When I was three he made me my first set of swords and a small bow. I enjoyed the swords and over the years became fairly decent at using them for up close and personal battles. The bow however I absolutely fell in love with. I never put it down. My mom would have to come into the tent and take I out of my hands every night because I always went to sleep holding it. Over the years I have slain everything from rabbits to dragons and nearly everything else in between. Although I had to stop hunting the dragons. Every time I killed one and got close enough to collect bones, scales, claws and teeth a wave of nausea would hit me like a ton of iron ingots. The third and final time I killed a dragon the whole experience nearly killed me. Made me sicker than a dog for 2 solid weeks. So if we run into a dragon on this little journey of ours I'll help defend against it but once it is dead I won't go anywhere near it." The Habit shuddered at the memory of the ordeal and took a long drink of wine from her cup. "I also have a few other talents which might prove useful. I'm very good at lock picking. In fact there have only been a couple doors that I have not been able to open. Apparently they require some kind of special key in the shape of a claw. At least that is what I have surmised while investigating these doors. I know some healing skills, but sometimes they take more energy out of me than they seem to be worth. I actually prefer using potions to the spells. My final true skill is smiting thanks to my father. He taught me everything he knew about smiting as well as sending me to learn from several other smiths scattered throughout Skyrim. My father wanted me to have a skill I could always fall back on in case I didn't turn out to be a good caravan trader." For the time being she left out the fact she was a master thief. Not because she was ashamed of it but because that was the very reason most people in Skyrim didn't like Habits. Her race had natural abilities in using stealth, not to mention the fact they had perfect night vision which allowed them to see in the complete darkness where others would have had to use torches or mage lights of some type. Only the Habits and Armenians had more animalistic body types which also added to the mistrust of their races. Earth folded her arms on the table and listened to what Carla had to tell her. It seemed she had quite a lot of experience and a great many skills, which Earth imagined could come in very handy. The Boomer arched her eyebrows when Carla mentioned slaying dragons; she hadn't even managed to accomplish that on her own yet! The only dragon she had ever killed had been the one outside White run, and that had only been with half a dozen soldiers and the Earl's second herself at her back. But the Greybeards had told her she would need to devour the souls of slain dragons if she was to unlock her abilities as Dragon born. Perhaps this Habit was going to be far more useful to Earth than either of them could have anticipated. She took a sip of her wine as she listened, and smiled faintly when Carla was done. "Well. I suppose I should tell you about myself, in exchange," she said, brushing a loose lock of hair from her face. "I'm a student at the College of Winter hold. I have been since I was a child. The Alteration school is my specialty, but I'm also proficient in Restoration and Destruction. I've also developed my ability to enchant items. I... am not particularly skilled when it comes to combat, I'll admit - I'm better at defending than I am attacking - but I've learned quite a bit in my travels. And... for the sake of having no major secrets between us, I should tell you... I'm the Dragon born." Carla was somewhat stunned to find out that Earth was the Dragon born. After her experience with killing the dragons and the way she felt after, the Habit had made her own trip up to see the Greybeards once she discovered they were probably the only ones who could answer her questions. What they had told her had disturbed her so much that aside from the fact it made her sick to approach a dragon she had killed, it disturbed her that she may have absorbed a part of the dragon's soul which was what had made her physically ill in the first place. "I have had my own experiences with the Greybeards. I went to them with questions concerning the dragons and what happens when one is killed. They told me that either I was absorbing part of their souls and had no way to release that power that had been building up. Or my body was physically rejecting that which I had absorbed from the dragons. Either way the thought of dragon souls within my body terrifies me. Part of me wants to know the truth one way or another the other part of me wants nothing to do with having the power of dragons within me." The Habit's body physically shook just thinking and talking about such matters. So it took a great force of will to let all of those thoughts go to move on to more familiar territory's. "Any way on to more pleasant thoughts... I do believe that between your talents and mine I feel sorry for anyone or anything that happens to get in our way."" You mentioned not wishing to have any large secrets between us. Well there are a couple more things that you should truly know about me. One of which I will openly speak of. Two things I would rather speak of in private although one of those things just because of the way I am feeling may come out regardless of whether we are in public. The first thing you should know is that I do travel with another companion. While most people in Skyrim choose horses as a mode of transportation. I have a Saber Cat which I have raised since she was a cub. I don't know what ever possessed me to climb on her back the first time but ever since that first time I have never ridden a horse again. Another benefit of having a Saber Cat as a friend is that she makes a very good guard while camping out in the outdoors. I would be willing to wager that I get a better night sleep out in the open than most travelers could ever dream of. The other two things... well one I will only discuss in private. The second I am so uncertain about I do not even yet know how to put into words. But perhaps at some time during the evening it will come out of its own accord." Earth listened to what she said with wide eyes and slightly pursed lips. One could practically see the wheels in her head turning at full speed as she processed what exactly she was hearing. It wasn't such a surprise to hear that someone else could absorb the souls of dragons - for that was certainly what it sounded like poor Carla had experienced, though Earth supposed, unlikely as it was, that it could have been something else. But... certainly the Greybeards would have known the difference? They knew, after all, that she was the Dragon born... and hadn't they told her that only the Dragon born could steal the souls from fallen dragons, ensuring their permanent death? The poor Habit looked troubled enough by the entire affair, so Earth didn't press her for more information or finer details. Perhaps she would learn exactly what had happened one way or the other during their journeys together - for Earth was confident enough that they would, in fact, be traveling together. The food they had ordered was delivered to their table during Carla's talk of her Sabre cat, and for a moment or two Earth was too interested in the story to pay much mind to the food. "That's amazing. I, uh... encountered a Sabre cat on the road, once... it didn't end well," she said, facetiously uncomfortable as she picked up her spoon. "The thing chased me all the way to Maltreat. Thanks to the Gods some hunters happened to be out and helped me, or that would have been the end of me! But you've made a friend of one, that's amazing." She smiled at the mention of Carla's other secrets and nodded in what she hoped was a reassuring way, despite the curiosity painted plainly across her face. "Well, I won't press. As long as you're not secretly out to kill me," she joked. At first Carla attempted to act shocked and indignant over the thought that she might actually consider killing her beautiful new friend. But the joke had been too funny to suppress her mirth for any length of time. A wide grin spread across her features even as she began to chuckle lightly. "My dear I do believe that the only way I could possibly kill you would only be with kindness. I know we have only just met, but you strike me as the kind of friend I would rather keep close at hand. Unless perhaps, you snore too loudly when I am trying to rest... but then again that's what scarfs are for. They make either good ear plugs or muffles depending on what is needed." The Habit picked up her fork and knife and cut a piece off her steak. Smiling when she saw that it was cooked medium rare leaning more towards the bloody side just like she loved it. "I'll say one thing for that big ox of a man behind the counter, he may never get my name right, but he never forgets how I like my food prepared." Carla said before taking a few bites of her food." Yes Snarly... my little Saber Cat friend truly is amazing. I found her while I was out hunting a few years back. She was nothing more than a little handful of fur at the time. From near as I could gather from the details of the scene some hunters had come across and killed her mother. I was pleasantly surprised when the cub survived despite having to be weaned from her mothers' teat at such a young age." It would be obvious that Carla was far more comfortable talking about her "little" furry friend than she was about Dragons. How could she not be... Snarly was simply far t cute to resist. Earth took a few bites of the heavy vegetable stew she had ordered. It warmed her straight to her toes and steadily brought color back to her snow-paled features. Her relief was evident, but she didn't shirk the conversation. "The poor thing," she said, frowning at the idea of the cub being left all alone when the mother was killed. She wasn't incredibly fond of Sabre cats, but, well. It was still sad. "But, as long as she doesn't eat my horse, I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly," she added with another joking smile. Once she was almost halfway through her food she reluctantly turned her attention back to her journal. She'd never kept a journal before coming to Skyrim, but once here she had found it an indispensable tool if she was ever going to keep herself organized. Everyone she came across here seemed to need something from her. It was hard keeping it all straight." The Bard's College is sending me to Dead Man's Respite," Earth told her new companion. "Apparently they need a copy of King Olaf's Verse so Queen Elsie will let them carry on with some festival." She had never even heard of King Olaf or his verse before today, but being turned on yet another quest as soon as she had arrived to the College had been disheartening. It seemed Skyrim just never rested. Carla chuckled lightly, "No Earth you won't have to worry about Snarly eating your horse. She'd rather eat bear than horse any day, so I hope your not opposed to eating a little bear meat here and there. Snarly loves to share, and I swear that cat actually gets snippy if you turn her down." The Habit watched with curiosity her new companion opened a book with handwritten text. Must be some sort of journal she thought to herself. Carla used a journal as well, but most of her journal was full of facts and numbers concerning money and the wares she both sold and had stolen over the years. She shook her head in wonder when the Bard College was once again brought up as the reason Earth was going on this journey of hers. "You know my new friend you are far more courageous than you give yourself credit for. You couldn't offer me enough money to set one foot in the bards college let alone try to get me to sing in public. It simply won't happen. Not that I have anything against a song which is sung well or a piece of music which is played with some talent I just don't have any talent for it myself. The closest I've ever come to singing is when I purr during a particularly well cook meal." There were other times which she purred as well but given the circumstances Carla felt that would be better left unsaid at the moment. Ok mage, so here's the deal. I do believe that I kinda like you so what I'll do is forgo my normal sell sword fees and only take my half of whatever spoils we may happen to find along this journey of ours. Except this Olaf's Verse... you can keep that I have no use for some kind of old sheet music. What do you think? Does that sound like a fair deal to you?" "Oh, I have no intention of performing a single line for anyone," Earth snorted, digging a pencil from her pack and making a short list in her journal of basic land markers on the way to Dead Man's Respite from the map, so they would have something close to directions to follow. "I play the flute - not very well, mind you - and had just been hoping for a few pointers or maybe some sheet music." The Bard's College had been a safe bet, or so she'd been certain; surely nothing to do with violent combat went on there. She could take a break from being Dragon born and pursue a simpler hobby for a while. But, alas, no. She looked up at the mention of Carla's fees and bit the end of her pencil curiously. "It certainly sounds fair to me, if you're sure," she said with slightly raised eyebrows. She'd never met a sell sword who offered to work for free before. Well. Sort of for free. "I can also offer to pay for any housing we may need along the way. I've visited dozens of inns, and even some farmers will let us stay in their barns in exchange for some work." She had never shied from hard physical labor - but camping outside was hard to get used to. Carla smiled softly. "My grandmother used to play the flute. It can be one of the most soothing instruments in the world. She taught me how to play years and years ago. But since her passing I have not been able to bring the instrument to my own lips, although I still love to hear others play." The Habit took a couple more bites of her steak as she listened to Earth's comments about the subject of payment. "Our friend behind the counter was quite correct in saying that he didn't think that I was in the business of being a sell sword any longer. There are far more interesting and far more rewarding ways to earn a living in Skyrim than having to sell one's self for a small coffer of coin. Besides in my experience those who wish to hire a sell sword will always try to eliminate them so that they can get their money back. You however do not strike me as that kind of person so aside from the fact that you are beautiful I thought it would not hurt to at the very least hear your story as to why you were looking for help." I have coin enough on me to pay for any inn which we find ourselves in and like yourself I am not apposed to working for room and board when necessary. Personally I'd rather to camp out in the open, but that is something I grew up with and have done so for most of my adult life. Except for when I wish to spend time in one or another of the major holds then I find it best to just stay in one of the taverns in town." Earth nodded her understanding; while she had never held much of an opinion one way or another regarding mercenaries, she could see why one might want to put their efforts and skills toward a different profession. One with perhaps not so much stigma attached to it. Sell swords were often frowned upon for their loose loyalties, after all." Well, I appreciate you taking the time to hear my woes," she said with a laugh. She was a little too comfortable to let herself get flustered at the remark on her appearance, though perhaps the faintest blush did color her dark cheeks. Perhaps she would feel better about camping out in the wilderness knowing there was someone watching her back." Well then, if that's everything settled, I think we've got an agreement," she said cheerfully, offering her hand to shake. "I look forward to working with you." Carla understood the meaning behind the offered hand, but it still did not change the fact that she was somewhat surprised. Most people in Skyrim preferred as little contact with others as possible at least in a physical way. This did not however prevent her from firmly grasping the offered hand. "Indeed my new beautiful friend we have reached an agreement and I look forward to traveling with you as well. I know you have traveled a long ways to arrive here, but I was wondering what your plans were for this evening. Whether you would prefer to turn in early and start early in the morning with our quest or if perhaps you are up for staying up with me a little longer so that we might chat a bit and get to know each other a little better. Not that I am trying to come on to you or anything I also thought that if you do not yet have a room for the night I have an extra bed in my room. Perhaps when we have finished with our dinner we could retire to the room so that we would be more free to openly speak our minds without the chance of someone over hearing what we are saying." While she waited for her new friends answer Carla enjoyed some more of her dinner. One good thing she could always say about the Winking Sever was that one could always count on the food and drinks to be of the finest quality. Truth be told it was one of her most favorite places to stay in Skyrim. She had actually thought of looking into buying a second home within this city, but she was still undecided on the matter. "Great," Earth said with a bright grin when her offered hand was accepted. It was easy enough to find sell swords in Skyrim - or anywhere else, for that matter - and she wouldn't turn her nose up at the offer of a friendly blade or bow. But the experience was always just a little easier when she got along with her companions, and that was a rare thing. She ate her food while she considered her options. "It would probably suit us better to speak of our quest in private," she agreed. There were, after all, certain individuals who didn't like the idea of the return of the Dragon born. She wasn't eager to encounter any of them, at least not now. "What say we finish eating and then venture upstairs?" Carla smiled softly, "I do believe that sounds like a very good idea. If you're willing when we get up to the room I would like to take a better look at that map. I've seen several maps of Skyrim in my travels, but I don't think I've ever seen one quite so detailed as the one you carry." As the two women finished their dinners they spoke of small things such as what certain people were wearing there in the tavern. The latest trends of fashion and what they would or would not be caught dead wearing themselves. The still had some wine left in the bottle by the time they were done eating so they decided to take it along with a fresh bottle with them when they went ups stairs to the room they would be sharing for the night. A little while later as Earth and Carla entered the room, "I have been sleeping in the bed on the right so you can take the one on the left. That tall wardrobe in the corner is empty so you'll have a place to put your things." Moving over to the opposite wardrobe Carla opened one of the drawers and pulled out a dark purple night gown made of silk. "Earth... I would like to ask you a bit of a personal question if I may. Of course, you don't have to answer, but it is something I have been wondering about, but I thought that the subject might be better discussed in private. Earlier you mentioned that you were The Dragon born... what is it like? I mean absorbing the power of a dragon then being able to use its shouts as a means of power." With her back still turned to her companion Carla slipped out of her fancy dress and slipped her purple night gown over her head. After putting her dress away neatly in the wardrobe the Habit took out one of her Dead short swords took it over to her bed and sat down with it in her lap as she began to clean and inspect the blade. Pulling a soft wet stone out of a pack that was already on her bed she began to work on sharpening the blade for their journey as she waited for what ever answer Earth was willing to give her regarding being dragon born. Earth glanced at her map when it was mentioned and nodded without much hesitation. "Cost quite a lot," she wasn't shy to admit, though she shrugged one shoulder in indifference. "I commissioned it from one of the Masters at the College of Winter hold, when I realized I was going to be doing a lot of traveling. It came with more detail than your average map, but I added a lot in myself during my journeys." She was more interested in her food than talk of fashion - she couldn't have begun to care less about what anyone was wearing and whether it was fashionable at the best of times, never mind now - but she participated in the conversation as much as she was able to avoid being rude. Clothes and fashion trends weren't really on the list of her interests. Once they finished eating she gathered her things again and followed Carla up to the room they would be sharing, grateful for some semblance of privacy for a little while." Thanks." She dropped her bag on the bed she was offered and sat down beside it. She spared a glance for the wardrobe in the corner, but she didn't really have much that would need to go in there. Her first course of action was to take off her boots. She was used to the soft but warm shoes common in the College, not these heavy traveling boots, and her feet were painfully sore. She glanced up at Carla's question, averting her gaze with a faint blush when she realized the Habit was changing her clothes. "Well..." She pondered the question for a few minutes, rubbing some feeling back into her feet, conjuring a minor spell of warmth to her hands to sooth her cold, aching toes. No one had ever asked her what being Dragon born was like. At first, she wasn't sure how to answer." It's terrifying," Earth admitted finally. "I mean... I have thesoulsofdragons...inside me. And somehow I can use them to... to yell things to death. Did you hear about Lyric Storm cloak using a Shout to murder the High King? I," she patted herself on the chest to illustrate her point, a long-lingering look of bewilderment crossing her face, "could do that, if I wanted. No one should have that power. But..." She went back to rubbing her feet absently. "It's amazing, at the same time. Being able to harness something like a dragon... It's scary, but I can use it to do some good, too." She remembered what Delphine had told her; Earth would have to use this ability to save the world. It was sobering knowledge. If truth were told Carla really didn't care one way or another about fashion either. She had only chosen that subject because of a couple of Imperial soldiers which had just entered the tavern. The Habit had no love for the Storm cloaks and trusted the Imperials even less. So she wasn't about to talk about anything important with either of those factions in the same room. The whole time she was speaking about fashion she was sizing the two men up and trying to decide if they were going to be a problem or not. Yarla had paused her work at sharpening her sword as Earth began to speak about being dragon born and how it made her feel. She shuddered at the thought of having the souls of dragons within her. She knew how it felt to absorb one of those damn things, and she hated it. Made her sick every time. The last one she had killed a Blood Dragon had been the absolute worst. It made her severely sick for two weeks. All she could do was lay in bed and somehow manage to keep enough liquids and broth in her system to keep her alive." I really don't know how you do it... I certainly agree with the terrifying part in fact I hate it. Furthermore, I've killed three of the damn things and each time I got physically sick. With each time the sickness getting progressively worse. The fact of the matter being the last time nearly killed me. Those Greybeards told me that if I could somehow find some kind of word of power it might relieve the pressures I still feel lingering deep within me. When I asked how to do that their representative who could actually talk said I'd know it when I found it. A hell of a lot of help that was. When I actually take the time to think about it, I'm not really certain I want to find one of these words. I'm scared to death of what it might do to me which frankly is saying a lot. Until all this business with the dragons there was nothing in Skyrim which I was truly ever afraid of." "I'm afraid of quite a lot," Earth admitted with a laugh when Carla professed her own lack of fear. Leaving the College for good had taken an awful lot of willpower. If the quest before her hadn't been so dreadfully weighty, she might not have been able to do it at all." It's not so bad, once I got used to it. I haven't killed more than one dragon, though." Still she eyed Carla curiously. The Greybeards had told her that only the Dragon born could absorb the souls of dragons, so how was it Carla could do it? Had they lied? She wondered what would happen if they came across a dragon and killed it; would she take in the soul, or would Carla?" I've seen one of these words of power," she told her. "They seem to be littered all over the country. But they're often hidden, or so far off the main roads that no one would find them. Part of my quest is tracking them down and collecting their power." Carla could only shake her head in amazement. "Well my new friend I'd be willing to help you find these words that you are supposed to seek out but if we kill any dragons on our journey you my dear will be the one to approach them first. As far as I'm concerned you can have all the dragon souls in the world. I had asked the Greybeards if anyone else had absorbed these souls. They would only tell me that yes there was indeed already a dragon born, but it was not theirs to say if there could or couldn't be any others. If you ask me those old men are extremely creepy." The Habit stood up and pored them both another glass of wine then went over and sat next to Earth on the bed the beautiful woman would be using. Handing Earth a glass of wine, "So my beautiful friend now that we are alone was there any questions you wished to ask of me that you could not ask before?" Earth nodded her understanding but wasn't particularly eager at the prospect of battling dragons. The one had been hard enough. She was a little frightened, but that would have to be put aside. She could agree, however, that the Grey Beards were rather creepy. Lareth blinked at the offered wine. "Oh, thank you," she said as she accepted, and shifted over to make room for her new friend. "I don't think so," she said with a shrug. She supposed she could have asked what side of the civil war Carla found herself, but she didn't want to pry about politics this early into their arrangement. She took a sip of wine, then set it aside and stood to change her clothes, now that her feet had recovered." Whereabouts in Skyrim have you been? Have you ever left?" she asked as she hung her traveling pack and cloak in the wardrobe. She didn't actually change her clothes, just took off her belt and vest, intending to sleep in her shirt and pants.

Off The Beaten Path (Nim and SuddenlySkies)|rating:4.0

Valchyrie and Sacrah

The world of Dee had been a world of many cultures and races that lived among each other, race that each had their unique traits and abilities. Some had the qualities of technology; others were more spiritual in their lifestyles. The world was a blooming peaceful place, with many things to explore for those that felt adventurous; however, this peace was soon to be broken. In a world of peace, all it takes to create chaos is one person, one thing, or one item that is out of place and that thing will naturally work against what has already been created in a world like this. Though unlike other legends and stories throughout the time, this time, the races and creatures had forgotten why they were fighting, what had brought war to them. No one was really sure what had started it, but from one day to the other, war had been declared, and it had turned everything upside down in the peaceful world. Now creatures, technology races, magical races and beings were fighting against each other, some were creating alliances with dragons and other creatures around the world, combining their forces to try to stop this destructive war that would only result in everyone being extinct in the end. The schools were still running, teaching the children as they always had, though one thing had changed, each school in each race’s world, was now teaching hate towards the other races that existed in this time, and that turned the children into brutal soldiers when they grew up, soldiers that would go to the battlefields as soon as they could and help where they could. This kind of war had been going on for such a long time, so many years, that no one had count on it anymore, and it had started to slowly kill the planet itself as well, something the planet didn’t approve of at all of course. Now, some people believe in spirits, other believes in gods, and some believe in the nature being the one controlling everything. Whether they are right or wrong didn’t matter to the planet. Many years before this war started, it had a project going in a dark forest that no one had ever found, a forest that was hidden so far inside the world that no one had discovered it yet. In this forest, there was a black oil lake, and it was here the earth had created its project, a project with the name “Grand Esp.” Grand Est didn’t belong to any race, he didn’t belong to any magical being, he was his own race that had two levels. The first level was the one he always had active, the level the humans would refer to as his appearance, however, if he wanted to fight seriously, he could release his second level, change his appearance and become more powerful than any being around in this world. Though the earth hadn’t released him from the oil lake, because it saw no reason to send a creature like him into a world of peace, but when the war had broken out and had lasted for so many years, the planet had had enough and had booted its restoration plan. Grand Est was born into the world from the black oil sea, waking up from deep beneath the lake. He already had a big intelligent mind, all his fighting skills were as sharp as ever and his magic was ready to tear people apart. He was dressed in a black coat with a red scarf around his neck; he had gray hair and black eyes. The planet responded to his look with horror, trying to stop him from leaving the black oil lake, he had created a third level for himself, a level the planet didn’t know about. This was his third level, a level he had no intentions of leaving at the moment. With this, he got out of the forest without problems, heading towards the mapped area of the world and as he reached the first village, rain was pouring down and thunder was rolling. He gave a small creepy smile before he raised his hand and summoned four big black beasts with red eyes and sharp claws and teeth, and they started cutting everything down in the village, killing men, women and children, while Grand Esp was just looking with a smile, hands in his pockets. Her story wasn't written in any one book. All those who believe in the gods had their own take of her. But those gods have all been abandon since the war of races had broken out. Years of senseless fighting, and needless deaths. That no one knew nor question how it started. Though somewhere in the center of the realm of races and dragons, and monsters told in myths and legends, something sent the balance array. But one knew how. Though it all started with dragons. The wild and tame ones acting out against some force that had disturbed them. Sending them on a killing rampage. The Dragons people were sorely effected by this outcome. Their dragon partners going wild, killing many till one of their high scientist created a calming device. A pendant that seemed to keep the ebbing madness from consuming the remaining Dragons of their people. This city was where she first encountered. Where she first spoke to the scientist to give him the knowledge of how to save his peoples dragons. And for this she was cast out, yet her wisdom used. People shun away those they do not understand. She came from the Great northern mountains, Yet whispers of the mountains being unapproachable by foot, and a young girl emerges from there. What was one to think of this. None turning to scriptures to see just what it could mean. She held no hate to them, she simply smiled and nodded to them and went on her way. Her Long cat like tail swishing in the noon day sun. Her short blue hair catching on the gentle breeze, ruffling slightly. She was of no race her. She was being created for peace by the gods. Not that she understood the faint whispers that were spoken to her before she woke. Words to save this land. To seek out the destruction and purify it. Confusion words for a girl who did not understand them. But she shook it off, Knowing in due time she would know when the time had come. Even as war waged on every corner of this world, some places still had its calm serenity. Such as the place she was in now. Her sandal clad feet falling silently upon the darted path in which she walked. The skies above a pure blue, with flitting white fluff of clouds. While the thickening tree, and bushes were like bundle of emeralds lining the path, leading into a forest. Her emerald eyes looked to the forest in which she came upon. Silence asides from the songs from the birds above. Her story started. She knew not her true name, asides the murmurs she hears whispering the single name of Siren. Siren of the Great mountains. Whose name was given as The Gods Throne. For those who believe Gods really do exist. She had the form of a young woman maybe nineteen. Catching the height of five foot five. Her large feline like ears twitched upon a gentle breeze as her tail swayed behind her thick black rope like with large tuft of fur on the tip. Her skin pale, and flawless, on each side of her mid-section were a set of two strips. She wore a vest like top tied tight, fringed with a thick collar of blackish fur. She wore matching green arm warmers banded up around her upper arm and flaring over her hands. Also masking ancient clawed blades. She may look weak compared to any soldier or knight. But one be fools to think and try to overcome. Within her form she housed great powers. Which she would not use unless she was in dire need or another innocent was in need of assistance. ((she's wearing what she has in the pic. But cover her ass some. Lol.)) She had no place to go, so she wondered and continued to do so till dusk was coming upon them. Her travels leading her of nothing of great excitement that was until she smelt death upon the winds. The scent stilled her for a moment, making her tilt her chin to catch it again. Deciphering which direction it was coming from. It took but a moments time, and she took off in a straight out run. Dodging around tree's, logs, roots, and boulders. The scent of blood, oil and decay growing thicker with each passing moment as she grew closer. Screams and cries echoing off the trees. Gritting her teeth as she noted a great fence barring her way. Baring her dainty feline like teeth she left up onto a low hung branch, and made her way up the large tree. Small ragged pants rasped from between her crimson painted lips as she jumped over the fence and onto a roof of one of the homes. She landed upon the tiles and slid slightly down till she stopped at the edge. Her tail cutting through the wind. Her emerald eyes grew wide in what she saw. Blood stained the earth thickly, the bodies of men, women and children laid lifeless and disguarded upon the ground. She for the moment had troubles grasping the horror before her. 'What monster could have done this.' She hissed to herself, her nose wrinkling as she caught the putrid scent of what laid before her, Much more than just blood and death. Many had been gutted, and stomach contents mingled sickly within the blood. A low growl erupted from her lips as she scanned below for the source of such horror. Finding a man and a great beast. She knew he was the start of her great journey. While she may have been too late for this village she would not let this go unanswered. "Still your beast, monster." She snarled jumping down to the ground. Feeling the blood splatter up onto her feet. But she did not flinch as she stared the two beings down. For once, she felt something other than peace. But fear, anger, disgust. She braced herself for the beasts charge if he came. The divine blades attached along her arm, extended as she gripped the bars over the palms of her hands. She would not be felled here, not by this monster. Her story Had just begun. Grand had nearly annihilated the village, blood flooding the small streets of the village and the rain doing its best to wash away all the blood, like nothing had ever happened in this little village. This was unlike anything that had happened in the world during this whole wartime, but nonetheless, it was happening, right here and right now. Grand watched as his beasts were working on the village, ripping the people apart and devoured them afterward. People would probably call a man like Grand evil, however, he wasn’t evil, and he wasn’t good, he was supposed to be the salvation of the earth and how the earth was to be saved, was implemented in his head. There would be no way for the earth to survive, as long as people kept creating new soldiers for the battlefield, and how did you stop something like that? Well, you simply took care of the production line, stopping anything that could produce a soldier, be it men and women, schools and military academies and so on. This was the plan so far for Grand, and it was the earth’s own plan as well, even though he had developed more strength than the earth had predicted. He was still the emergency plan, and if he could carry out the job, then there wouldn’t be a reason to worry about his strength. Though if he somehow went rogue, well, that would be a whole other story, that would mean the earth had unleashed a beast into the world that could develop such strong powers, that everyone would be in danger. Though he weren’t at that state yet at all, there was a long way to that state, but he was strong, very strong still. The beasts he had summoned were one way to prove how strong he was, not a lot of people could summon creatures, and those who could struggle with summoning more than two, and here he was, having four creatures running rampage on a village. “I’ve lost interest. Finish the village, leave no one alive.” He said to his beast, only one of them left since there weren’t need for four beasts anymore. The beast looked at him for a moment and Grand looked at it “What? Too boring? Not my fault these humans don’t give you a challenge.” He said with a shrug, his hands in his pockets of his coat and looked at his beast prepared to attack the last few villagers that were alive. However, before it managed to do that, someone interrupted their little scene, a woman, clearly not of human origin. Grand Est looked at her, studying her appearance for a moment. Then he smiled gently and raised a hand, his beast disappearing in an instant, leaving the last few humans, a mother with a daughter, as the only two, alive. “I see someone has come to have a chat.” He said as he put his hands back into his coat pockets. “But one has to wonder if a creature like you is from this world, or if a person like you, were created.” He said as he walked towards her slowly now, his eyes glowing slightly light blue. “What could a creature of non-human DNA, and any other DNA, possibly see in humans that produce killing machines?” he started circling her slowly, stopping behind her after having circled her two times. He put his head on her shoulder and nodded towards the humans “Look at them. They are afraid, scared, and I don’t blame them after what happened to their village. But that child she is carrying has a destiny that brings her even more pain and suffering if she is let alive. She will become a warrior, fighting an endless war, fighting for a purpose no one remembers anymore.” He moved from her again, walking in front of her and looked at her. “Why wouldn’t it be better to end the misery now? Instead of letting her grow up and into a world that only holds death and pain?” he asked her, a wicked smile on his face, yet, he talked with sanity. The rain did not help the horrific scene before her. That made her heart grow tight within her chest. This was a senseless slaughter. One a monster had only been able to do. They never understood the values of life. And while the races Waring now knew not the value, there are still small colonies of people who understood. This had been one of the few who had tried to survive and elude the war. To try and live in peace to where they were able to. But it was all in vain. Placed in the line of wrath of some being who did not understand. But how would one tell this. Would he listen? She had a sneaking doubt that he would. She took a few steps forward. Blood and rain splattering up along her bare calves, not stopping her. In her mind she must stop him or strike words with him. He was created like she was. His scent was enough to tell her though as she picked through the smell of death and blood. Thick lashes batting away the drops of rain that clung to them. What had been a nice day of her awakening this was a complete change? What had he to prove by this, who created him. But she knew the answer. The world sought away to save itself, as she was created to save the people and the lands. She watched as four beasts became one then one into none. Such power rolled off him in thick dark waves. Enough to make her own power begin to rise and seep from her lithe form. A frown marred her facial expression, as she watched as he turned and noticed her. Blue hair whipping around her face. Feline ears perking, before slanting to the side to protect themselves from the rain and wind. As much as he could nearly pass as human, she knew better than to think him one. He was the threat, the target, the cause of this tragedy. His smile made her frown harder. "A great one in fact. One to answer question that one must know" Siren placed her hands upon her rounding hips. A smirk etched the corner of her lips. "Clearly I am not of this world, neither are you in sense. I know that the world created you, I understand that much. But to reasoning. What. Perhaps to bring the end to this realm?" Maybe she was too rude in telling him her thoughts of him being opposite of what he was created to do. Their goals both the same and different. Emerald eyes followed his movements, her stance still defensive to a degree, her arms hung loosely at her side, her legs wide spread for balance as her tail thrashed in annoyance behind her. A clear sign of her mood. "Have you ever thought that they are not the problem that this world is facing? That something greater is in effect that has sent this world into the chaos and warring we are seeing. Look at them. Look at the girl. She is terrified, and you, you give her the reason to produce those soldiers, To fight to protect those she loves and care for. Not to destroy the land so senselessly." Siren was determined to make him see her point. "While you slaughter this village, one who has tried to survive outside the war, you only drive reason and fuel on the war. Giving something else to fight over and harm this land." People may have forgotten the reason to which started the war. But there was something that had started it. To disturb the balance during a night. From one day having no reasons to fight to the next, needing nothing but to fight. "It is not only the races of this realm that has been warring but the creatures born of the earth. The dragons run to chaos. Killing each other and anything else that moved to close. The steeds of villages once tame grow wild, even domestic animals gone wild, attacking people and other beings." She looked to him as he placed his head upon her shoulder. He towered her easily. "So tell me you plan on completely destroying this planet and its inhabitants or would you rather find the route and source of this chaos, to find what disrupted the balance." Her jaw flexed, her breathing falling evenly He had moved from her shoulder while she was speaking, giving a few yawns here and there, though he was listening to what she was saying. “I can see your point. However, I am not the one who fuels the war. I am the one that puts a limit on how many soldiers that can be produced. Surely they are safe for now and living peacefully now, but it has happened before, a village lives peacefully, a race takes over the village, and before you know it, they are all soldiers and slaves to that race.” He smiled at her now, looking up at the rain. “Destroy the world?” he laughed and closed his eyes, opening his arms up towards the sky as to embrace the rain “The world is my playground, the once I seek to destroy are the ones causing harm on my mother.” He said, letting his arms fall down again and turning his eyes to her once more. “I seek new life, a new beginning. What has been started, cannot be undone by removing the beginning of this war.” He smiled at her softly, thinking about his situation. “But I admire your honesty and your intellect, surely you’ve got a nose for the differences in me and the other races here. “He held out his hand, and a black sword appeared with the mark of a combined snake and scorpion on the blade. He put it on his shoulder and looked at her, standing in a slightly ready fighting stance. “If you want to end the plan I have, you will have to end me. This, I might add, won’t be in your best interest. Ending me will only result in the final emergency plan, a plan that is not as merciful as I am at this particular moment.” He studied her, taking in her appearance, taking in the surrounding aura. “Let’s say you have the power over life and death. You will not be able to save everyone, no matter what you do to end this war, if you remove the beginning of the war, someone will still suffer. What would you do with that kind of power?” he asked, and in a split second, he was over at the child and the mother, having one hand on each of their heads and looking at the female that was trying to convince him to stop. “Let’s do this your way. You now have the chance to do what your plan wants you to do. You will choose. Furthermore, you can choose the child or the woman, one will live, and the other will die.” At this particular moment, he was acting through evil thoughts; however, his mind had a point to prove. No matter what kind of situation you would be in, if you removed something from it, someone else would suffer. The chaos had begun because something wanted a better life situation, if you take that thing away, the life situation for that thing will get even worse than it was to begin with, and this whole war would have been for nothing. However, if you began from scratch, no one would hold a grudge against anyone, and you would be able to create a peaceful world again. His point was to show her, that no matter what road she would pick, it would be a road full of choices over life and death, and it wouldn’t make it any easier when the moment would come to choose whether you’d like a fresh beginning. He was still holding his hands on both the humans, not really happy about having to kill them, but he was acting on orders as well, though he had found a way to let one of them live at least. “So what will you choose? The life of a young, but helpless one, or the life of a human that can fight for herself, though may not have that much of a life left anyway?” he asked, the rain pouring down even harder on them all now. “I’m not going to torture them to death, I’ll do it in an instant as soon as you’ve picked the one to leave this world.” "But you do not see how wrong you are. How you figure you slaughtering people will not fuel the war more. You do not understand the need to survive and protect. While they may not know what brought on this war. We together could find away that limits casualties, To spread words of our creators to them so we could see on preventing things from getting worse. We have the power to truly make a difference." She gave him a mocked laugh and shook her head. "Seems you rather kill then truly control their limits. Nip the problem at the roots. And it isn't the mass of soldiers who follow orders of someone higher up. "I do not think the great mother would want to be tainted by the blood of innocents, Just as father would not. To taint mother with the blood of those who merely wish to survive outside of war. Who depends on her and look to her as their own mother to look after them. And as you claim this is your playground. And it is my duty given to my by father to ensure you do not destroy the children of this land despite the war. "She exhaled, watching him as he held out no hand a sword forming within it. So they fight. Her arms flexed, and the four bladed claws lengthened as though they were attached to her physically. Great material that was not found on this plane made up these claws of each arm. Each having intricate design that glowed a faint green. "To end you maybe not, but to get the rightful, and just plan through your head, I would gladly beat into you if I must. We are born to match one another I am sure. To where your powers match mine." "I have no control on this I can merely attempt to protect all I am capable of." With that he vanished before her. Startling her slightly she whipped around hearing his voice once more. Near the remaining humans of this village. The children cries piercing her heart, and instantly she was there next to him. The female begging to be spared. Her hands wrapped around his wrists. She cast him aside glance and a frown. "This is not necessary. If one lost the other hope for them would be lost either way. The child too young to live without her mother, while the mother would perish with grief of the loss of her husband, son, and daughter. Let them go. For the sake of life and preservation of innocence." She held his wrists tight. Not allowing him to move unless really forced to. Siren phased slightly to stand between his arms. Her hands still grasping his. Her eyes glowing in a rich vibrant green. Furthermore, her eyes locking with his. "You misuse your powers when together we can eliminate the real problems. "She jerked forward. Pulling his hands from the humans. Gritting her teeth she kept her gaze locked with his. "Leave and fast. Do not look behind you, for it would be your death." She spoke softly to the people. While she could do what she could for two lives. When it came to a village how many lives would have been lost before she could save any of them. "Let them go, Deal with me if you have that many issues in my decisions. They depend on one another to survive. They depend on the great mother. While many have lost that key way of life. Some have not." She spoke truth. Many were determined to advance. To grow into a better nation. While some of the smaller communities thrive of hard work, and farming and hunting. Which rely on the great mothers blessing. Siren pushed him and herself back from one another. The rain warms against her skin as she took him in. How could the great mother make something like him. Was she to corrupted? Or that was what she thought. She believed there was a better way in doing things. While he had believed whip out the problem entirely. But she knew deep down something was off course. People had been happy with what they were achieving on their own. While there were small conflicts to push their boarders. That came like all things. Even creatures of the earth fight over territory. Why was the races of this land truly any different. Each had there ways to fight. Each more devastating. But rarely had that really taken place. He watched as her claws got longer, sharper it seemed, seeing her become ready to fight if they really needed too. He sighed a little and shook his head “You don’t understand mother’s plans. Mother is not interested in keeping the races, the races have caused too much damage over time, and they will only cause more damage over time.” He looked at her now, as she came to him, grabbing his wrists. The warm feeling of those women hands made him raise an eyebrow, before their eyes met. Now he had lost interest in the humans, the fact that she could move fast enough to keep up with him was more than interesting to him. It was strange how the mother and the father hadn’t talked about their solutions together, but he didn’t really think more about that for the moment, right now, his focus was on the female cat thing that was talking to him. As she commanded the humans to go, he looked at them run for their lives, or well, the mother ran with the child in her arms. He then turned his head again to resume contact with the female that was holding onto his hands. “I’ll let them go; they no longer hold an interest to me.” He smiled and studied her eyes as well. He was a creature of history and knowledge, he was also intellectual, but he wasn’t created to be a scientist, so that wasn’t his strongest side. However, he knew a lot of the world history and a lot about all the different things that you might stumble upon in this world, mother made sure that was attached to his brain when he was being created. “You however, hold very much interest to me.” He grinned, tilting his head to the side. “Besides me, there haven’t been creatures yet with the ability to move this fast, and here you are, on the orders of your father, moving with the same speed as me, that is, in itself, very fascinating.” He made a swift move with his hands, which made him get out of her grasp and let the sword he had summoned disappear, leaving no evidence that there had ever been a sword in the area. “I don’t have a reason to fight you, you are not part of the war, and neither will you become a part of the war. You simply, are.” He smiled a little and now closed his eyes, letting his power level fall down. His whole appearance changed now, hair color, eye color, and body shape and not to forget, he came to look like a human, though the power in this form was still much greater than a human’s powers. Now his hair was more brownish, and it went down past his cheeks, and it was thick, his eyes were light blue, instead of the black color they had had before, and his body was tanned, which you could see since he didn’t wear a shirt in this form, not at the moment anyway. Another thing you could see on his body was the tattoos he had, strange markings no other being had. On his legs, he had black leather pants, and on his feet, black leather boots. On his left arm was a kind of bracelet that covered the lower half of his arm, which had a small blade holster attached to it, hiding a weapon in there. He had a red cape kind of around his neck, which floated behind him in the air and a black leather strap that went around from one shoulder, down to his hip, onto his back and up to the same shoulder again where it closed. In the middle of the strap were some strange glowing orbs that looked like it had a blue mist inside that was moving. This was his new appearance. Now he put his attention onto her again and thought for a moment “Okay, so let’s say that we go all friendly-deny, why would someone like you, want help from someone like me, who doesn’t understand hm?” he asked her, using the words she had used, that he didn’t understand. Now he wanted to challenge her knowledge on how to speak to another being, no matter what kind of being it was. The funny thing about words were that you had to be careful what you said, even making one mistake could make it come back into your head, like saying you don’t understand. Siren shook her hair, a thick chunk of blue bangs moving to shield over one eye, brought down by the rain and wind." Then we may as destroy this world. For it would no longer be needed. Why keep something that is of no use no longer. Destroy and rebuild anew. As mother and mother must learn. That lessons must be learned through trial and error. You do not know do you." She watched as he examined her. Watching as his brows arched up in surprise maybe? Had he failed to take into account that she was like him? Both created as each other's differences. Yet both the same. Both created by equal power. "This war as I like to believe was created because of mother and father's differences. Creating a device of balance, of power. That even to them now is lost. I believe through their blind ambitions they have lost sight of this and sent their children to mend it. But how can we mend something when we do not see eye to eye. Mend something that has long been lost. Tell me this." She cocked her head her ears twitching, sending splatters of water upon him. And in that she had smiled. She heard the mother run from the destroyed village. And offered a silent prayer to her father to protect them. She like him was smart, she knew the history of the lands and the long-lost relic buried away in the depths of this realm. Long forgotten by his mother and her father. Though together they had created it to bring balance within the lands. How else could war break out overnight. For reasons unknown by the ones who fight. She saw the madness within the dragons as passed through the village of them. She gave them the knowledge and mechanics of how to calm the beasts. But they pushed her out. She knew not why, but she knew they did not want to risk anything that could draw more attention to them. Her thoughts where broken when he once more began to speak."I was created yes, to I assume to match you in ways. After all, Father always new what the mother was creating within the forest." She smirked as she watched as they broke free."I am what I am, and you are what you are. But my plans within the war are just, and I seek to find the relic and restore peace and balance to this plane. I know what I am told but I do not know where It is I am directed. I go my own way to do such." She stopped talking watching as he began to change. It was something she hadn't achieved nor had she cared. She liked her rather feminine figure, and cat like features. She knew she had a beast form, and another for if the time calls for it. Blinking she couldn't help but to smile. "Full of surprises I see." She stated as he finished his change."why?" Siren asked his question. "We both have similar goals, we both want this war to stop. To stop the destruction upon your mother, while stopping the killing of the children races. And do you not think two minds, and two powers if needed are better than one?. To two being who do not fully grasp the values of life, who have no true meaning asides they just are." She gave a small shrug of her slender shoulders as she bent her knees and jumped up onto a roof of one house. Watching him. "If you do not want to see what caused this war, what greater power could be at the root of this. Then by all means. "She stretched out her arms. "Then I guess the party would be just for me" she chuckled clearly coming back to her true self. She save two people, while many had been slaughtered, two was still better than none. There was hope laying there within the woman and child. A seedling of change for the better one could only hope. He watched her as she spoke, listening to her words. He smiled gently “I know all about that, you don’t have to go repeat history to me, I was born from the history, the history is the reason why I am here, I am the last emergency plan for mother, and there is nothing else she can do anymore. You speak of you and I being the solution to a problem that they created. I agree with you on that part and I fully understand you. However, what you forget is that you were created, like me. Father would have a safe plan to get rid of you, should you stray away from the path he had put out for you. So you want to save the world, that’s all fine’n’dandy, but you cannot do so, without breaking the rules father has laid upon you.” He smiled and cracked his neck a little, giving a small yawn. “I admire your courage and your way of seeing things, you have a good perspective of life, but if you truly wish to work together, you will have to break free of your father’s restraints. I’m already working on that, and I’m halfway there, already having created a third level to my powers that mother didn’t know about before she released me, but until I have that power, I don’t have a chance to beat mother at her own game. So as you can see, there’s a point behind the slaughtering.” He said. So there had been a point in the killing of a whole village, Grand Esp was working towards a better future, but he couldn’t take the chance of doing it his way before he got stronger, and he would only get stronger if he followed mother’s orders a little while longer. He laughed a little with his hands in his pockets “You know, I’ve never much cared for mother or father, they’re old, and they see things in an old perspective, if I had the power over this world, I can assure you, something like this wouldn’t happen.” He smiled and turned his head to look inside the village. “If mother and father had truly wished to stop this war, they could have done so without our help. You know why they didn’t?” he threw his head backwards to look at her, looking at her in an upside-down way “Because they would get their hands bloody. So what does someone do, to solve a problem of their own, without being blamed? Well, they send their servants out to do their bidding, so the history books can write all about how innocent mother and father are together, they, after all, are innocent, and they just try to care for their children on the planet.” There was a matter of fact tone in his voice, but at the last explanation about mother and father, there was sarcasm as well. He chuckled “Yeah, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeves, I’ve got some tricks at other places as well, but if I told you all about me, there wouldn’t be any fun left would there?” he chuckled and gave a jump, turning his whole body around to face her again. “You’re a little kitty, rather cute when you’re all serious and worked up; I bet you’re good at catching your enemies off guard with your little innocent yet deadly look. A killing machine to the core, though a peaceful killing machine, for the time being.” He chuckled. He watched her as she leapt up onto a rooftop now, smiling at her. “Well, I don’t recall anything about me saying I couldn’t be convinced to follow you around, after all, you’ve piqued my interest in you and I have a feeling that if I’m around you, I’ll find more fights and more war, which means I can get stronger as well.” He appeared next to her, turning his head to look at her with a grin “Besides, a girl who walks around in that outfit is bound to be ambushed by thieves and other beings, which just makes it way too fun and easy for me to find enemies, so just following you around would give me so much training and power.” He laughed softly. Furthermore, he wasn’t exactly power hungry, only in the sense that he wanted enough to work the way he wanted to work, whether that meant he would have to do mother’s job or not for the time being, however, mother didn’t say anything about companions, so he was free to do as he wanted with this cat woman, who clearly had a mind of her own, which could either prove to be a valuable asset, or a problem. But for now, it was all fun and games to Grand Esp, a game that was full of danger and surprises. "Well then you know that violence is not completely needed hear unless they threaten us and our mission to right the balance, and spread warnings that we will put an end to any fight if we must. Mother and Father do not always think and use ration. While they may think peace or destruction is key. Balance is. We both know the history of this world. The story of our parents." She paused as he spoke to her of their parents having a safe plan to rid of them. She had no doubt that this was true. And when she was designed to follow direct orders. Like Grand she had developed her own sensible reasoning, another line of power that she would not allow anyone to see unless she needed it to protect herself. " Then I will bend the rules If I must. Father is not one I fear. I fear the destruction of all. Me, you, the people, the world. Especially if there is away for it to be saved. Why not attempt it?" She cocked her head. A smirk pulled at the corners of her lips as she looked to him. "What you do not know, does I have my own...secret that I have devised in one not father knows of. Nor will you unless the time arises for me to expose that power" She cast him a wink as she walked along the thinning roofline. Having very much the balance of a feline. Her tail not swaying as harsh as it had been. Nothing more than gentle sways from side to side. Aiding her in her balance. She needn't any orders. Just the knowledge that filled her of what she needed. Though where to start was something she hadn't the vaguest of Ideas. Though she knew the only way to discover whether they are going the right direction is to pay attention. Read the signs in the land. She found it pretty sad that their parents had lost something they created. Yet could not sense to where it was. Unless they did know, and did not want to give them that bit of information. Had they done this all on purpose to have them fail, and the world destroy it was something she grew curious about? And gave a small hum of thought. A smile grew on her lips. Turning her head to give him that wide-eyed look of innocence. "Who me, I could do no wrong." She purred winking once more at him before releasing a small chuckle as she came to the edge of one rooftop and jumped to the other side. Oh, how well he seemed to read her. And how true he was. She may have the looks of innocence, but that is where people would find their mistake. While she rather does things without violence, there is always a time and place for it. And when she had to resort to it, it would not be a very pretty sight. "How right you are, but how much do you understand that's the deadliest of power?" She arched a slender brow. Him appearing next to her did not startle her. She expected it as he spoke of being convinced. Though what he said made it seem he was already convinced. Where there was war, fighting, bloodshed along her path, she knew he would follow close behind. He wanted to be stronger. As they both do. They both must. One reason she needed to right this relic, there was an artifact that was not written in the history of this planet. She was able to capture fleeting glimpses of it when her father thought she slept. Pondering in locating the items himself. To become stronger. But years of it being hidden and creatures string the temple. He no longer knew where it was. Though he knew nothing had yet claimed it. They would have known it a lot sooner. If she had this, and absorbed the power or even a portion of it. She would stand a chance against her father."hmm?" She had been lost in thought as she turned her head to him as he followed her. "What's wrong with my outfit?" she asked cocking her head. Clearly naive in the ways of male minds, and sexual needs that worked within many of those minds. For she never thought about such things. So she didn't grasp to what he meant. But merely rolled her eyes thinking he meant merely would have been drawn out and try to mug her, and he would be able to kill them. The vest like top, with its zigzagged strings keeping it shut. Left little to the imagination as it revealed ample amounts of her cleavage. Grand gave her a small smile as he spoke. He took it all in, though he didn’t really comment on any of it, he was intrigued by her, so whether she was right or not, didn’t really matter to him. He cracked his head slightly and had summoned two small black orbs in his hand, which he was just moving around in his hand, doing nothing else with them. “Well, it’s not like you’re ugly or disgusting or anything, but if human males take a look at you, they’ll try to get you in their beds. I’ve studied the human behavior in my sleep, and it seems I know more about them than you do.” He grinned at her a little and put his hands onto her breasts from her front and looked at her “Those two.” He said, tightening his grip “Is the most fascinating body part on the female body, for male humans.” He released them again and his two black orbs appeared in the same hand right away, and he started rolling them around again. “There are people here who would want to try and take you without your allowance, of course, they wouldn’t get far because of your power, but if you don’t want to start killing the population of the world, as you claim you don’t want too, then it might be difficult for you to handle that kind of situation.” He nodded a little and started walking with her, leaving the village that he had massacred. The world was a funny place, to everyone else, it seemed nothing had happened, no one knew about the massacre of a village, which meant nobody felt the dangers of that, it was how the people lived these days, only focusing on their own war, which left them without plans of defense, only plans of offense. He looked at her as they were walking through the forest now, it seemed like it was dying, at least in Grand Esp’s eyes. “This world used to be beautiful, I remember when I lived here many centuries ago, it was so different.” He said. He didn’t find it strange, what he said, but it seemed like he had been alive before, and even though he hadn’t mentioned that before, probably because he didn’t know about it, it didn’t’ seem like it surprised him, maybe he was unaware of the fact himself and merely thought of it as a memory. “The people used to thrive here, they loved the small things in life, food, sleep, hunting, mating and playing. It was a simple life, at least for the people in the small villages, but now, everything has been ruined.” He sighed a little and then his bloodlust returned to his eyes and he gave a grin. “But that’s what I, I mean, we are going to change with the item we need to find.” He grinned a little and licked his lips “Hopefully there’ll be something powerful protecting it; I need to really let loose.” He laughed. “Anyway, that’s enough about me. Why don’t you introduce yourself properly? We got off on the wrong foot it seems, and if we’re going to work together on this mission, we should probably get started in a good way.” He smiled, some sharp teeth showing in his mouth, he was a strange creature indeed. “Or if you’d like to stay all mysterious, I guess I can let you, but remember, something for something.” He nodded and made the black orbs disappear now. He wasn’t sure if she was actually going to take him up on the offer, and he didn’t really know if he cared about it, after all, he had mostly agreed to follow her around for the power she possessed, not so much for the company, at least not at the moment, so whether she wanted to become all personal or not, didn’t matter to him, but he would take what he could get if that meant he would have an advantage against her, if it came down to a fight. Which it probably would since they both wanted the item for their own reasons, but for now, there was no reason to fight.

Valchyrie and Sacrah|rating:3.0

Lancer_ Blood-Soaked Stars, Hangar [Active Characters]

(thread is for approved and active characters only! This is a list of the currently active characters and players. For a complete history of Approved Characters, please see Personnel Files (~ Current Roster of Writers ~Virgil Tanner [GM]ChaoticSkyGunmetalDreamerChangingsaintJuggtacularIf you are proposing a character for the game, please PM me for further information such as where to post, how to format your Bio and what steps to take. Your Character Sheet needs to be reviewed and approved before being accepted and being green lit for entering the RP. Please take the time to weave your character into Blood Soaked Stars, and work out how your relationships might have grown over the course of your induction and training. Discuss this in PMs or in the IOC with other players. Have fun with this, since it's a great jumping off place for RP and a good way of avoiding "Cold Opens." And one final note:Do Not Post In This Thread. I maintain control of all the Active Bios; this way, unauthorized changes cannot be made, and I can delete bios of players who have since left the game in order to maintain a neat and tidy Active Thread. I cannot stress this enough:Only I Am Allowed To Post In This Thread. Other Links The Mess Hall [IOC] (Files [Archives] (Star fall [On-Ship Downtime IC] (Player Name: Chaotic Sky== Personnel File ==(CellyCallsign:Astarte Aliases:'Priestess', 'Guide Cell', Age:22Gender:Female Sexuality:Pansexual Background:Priest Appearance:Sarah is a tall woman of around 6', with slightly tanned skin and a toned, muscular build. She uses her info skin to alter the coloration of her hair and eyes. Her hair reaches down to just past her hips and switches from black to blonde to red and then back again on a day-to-day basis. Meanwhile, her eyes switch between blue, green, gray and red, meaning which eye and hair color combination she has changes day by day. She wears a small amount of makeup that is essentially permanent, and sports circuit-design tattoos along her back to emphasize her cybernetic spine, and out along her arms and legs, though both of these are also derived from her info skin, she rarely changes them or turns them off. In terms of clothing, she wears a SSC Glyph suit basically constantly, usually with portions of the arms, legs and her whole back set to transparent, but otherwise opaque and gray, though she's changes it black for combat and white when she's planning to sermonize. Beyond that she often wears some sort of quasi-religious overhear; a smock, shawl, cloak, robe or poncho, which is always white and emblazoned with the symbol of the Path of Joining on the front. Basic History:The Path of Joining The Path of Joining (The Path, Fathers Patties)The Path was born out of the whole MONIST affair. In the earlier days of the Union, SSC had pursued a dream of singularity AI hybridization with humanity, marrying human and artificial intelligences to hurl mankind into a brighter tomorrow. After MONIST's ultimatum and the reforms that followed, the SSC changed course to improving bodies, rather than minds. But simply handing down a corporate edict does not change the hearts of true believers. To be sure, most followed the new direction through lack of choice if nothing else. But there were among them those who still held on to the SSC's discarded philosophy, and they found others who felt as they did. This group would eventually go on to break away from the SDC, resigning en masse and taking transport to one of the many virgin worlds seeking colonists. There they founded The Path of Joining and sought to continue their work. Progress was slow however and in truth little was accomplished before the Union found them. The Union shut down their research hard, many of the higher ups with the actual technical skills needed to craft AI were thrown in jail never to be seen or heard from again. The whole cult might have suffered a similar treatment, but the Union was having one of its reformed phases and so the lay members were largely left alone as they were not seen as a threat. This is the event that transformed the patties from a rebel corporation to a religion, as those who remained still shared the ideals that brought them together but now lacked the skills to pursue it. So instead they turned to philosophy and faith to keep the dream alive. Crafting a creed that was morally uplifting and both pro-human and pro-AI, The Path quickly became one of the more popular fringe religions. Offering reassurance to those who question their place in the world and being rather more reasonable than many of the more rabid and unhinged pro-AI cults running around. Doctrinally, the Path of Joining believes in a future for humanity through mental enhancement, by way of mixing human and AI intellects. They firmly feel that the natural evolution or even artificial enhancement of the human mind will never achieve the same level of enlightenment as hybridization. They regularly support more rights for AI, a loosening of restrictions on AI research and increasing the proliferation of NHPs. Anyone who wishes to join the Path is welcome though all members are expected to support the Path in some manner. Be it with manna, skilled work, or simply taking time to help out with bake sales or community outreach programs. Patties are expected to be pillars of their community, moral and law-abiding citizens, and to champion humanity's potential into the future. As well as standing fast in defense of their home and communities should the need arise. In general, Patties don't have a great deal to say about sex. The cult doesn't have any particularly noteworthy restrictions on the subject and if anything is inclined to a far greater degree of sex-positivity than most old-humanity faiths were. Robust sexual education, including the importance of consent and respect are the norm for Patties, everything else is a matter of personal taste. The Path welcomes all. It is worth noting however that despite certain stereotypes, technophiles and similar machine-oriented fetishes are not universal among their members. The faith favors whites and yellows for colors, and formal robes are always white with gold circuit designs on them. The symbol of the faith is a circle bisected by a thick vertical bar, representing the path onward. More elaborate versions of the symbol, like 3d holograms, statues, and artwork usually expand the circle into a starburst or whorl of smooth organic shapes, while the whole design is bisected by a column of densely packed, angular circuits. The Path holds politically significant sway on only a couple worlds, though smaller congregations (less than 1% of the population) exist on literally thousands of others. Sadly, the Path's relationship with the Union government remains rocky due to their opinions of AI, and both the cult as a whole and individual members are regularly investigated by authorities for AI-related offenses. If not for the fact that these investigations do semi-often find evidence offenses, the public would have long ago tired of it. In such cases The Path provides lawyers for those accused, while apologizing to the public for their member's enthusiasm. As yet, the Union has never managed to catch The Path's leadership having any involvement in these activities, largely because they come by it legally and are experienced enough to know that trying to break the law will eventually end poorly for them.=The Path of Joining has a simple hierarchy. At its base are Aspirants, which is pretty everyone who aspires to the Path's ideals. Above them are the Priests and Priestesses, usually collectively referred to as Guides within the cult, as their role is more to teach and council rather than act as an intermediary to a higher power. Guides typically reside in the Path's temples and are supported by the cult in exchange for their service. Above them are Masters, who in practice are typically older and more experienced Guides though there are young Masters as well. On most worlds a single Master oversees the entire local cult, though in places where they hold more sway a Master typically oversees all the temples in a city or geographical area. Nominally speaking all Masters are equals, but in practice those blessed few who have experienced a joining with a cascading NHP or even an unshackled AI stand above their fellows and are respectfully deferred to. This is often the result of a legitimate license, an 'accident', other state of affairs where the Union can't actually charge them with a crime. There is estimated to be perhaps two dozen or so such individuals across the entirety of Union space. Finally, The Path is run by the Grand Master, chosen by a vote among Masters, the Grand Master is always one of those who have experienced that blessed joining that all Patties aspire to.=Outsiders tend to see The Path of Joining as a crazy cult but somewhat less so than most other AI-cults, and are usually hard-pressed to find anything wrong with the behavior of individual Patties. The Union government, when it acknowledges The Path at all, are more exasperated with them than anything else after so many years. Like a child that is determined to put its finger in the wall outlet no matter how many times you tell it not to. Sarah Cell was born into the Path of Joining on a remote, barely colonized dust ball of a world, on the fringes of Union space. She was raised to believe that enlightenment and purpose could be found in the joining of human and artificial minds. A fairly serious child, she came to serve the Path as a Guide, while honing her mind with study and her body with pugilism. She wholeheartedly believed in her creed, and reaped the rewards of her dedication. Known in her community for both her calm understanding ear and for having a vigilante streak (more than one criminal reaped what they had sown in her fists before finding their way to the constabulary)But then one day a scrapper vessel passed by, hold fat with spoils from across the frontier. The captain saw fit to stop over at their little world to give his crew a little R&R and do a bit of trading. Sarah joined those interested in taking a look at what their hold, eager for the chance to find repairable gear beyond what the settler's paltry licenses would have allowed them to make locally. A lot of military gear made for surprisingly good farm equipment after all! But Sarah was the one that found the discarded much. Though she was something of fan, she didn't recognize the design of this one at all... what she did recognize however, was the NHP cask sitting in the ripped-open remains of the strange much. It looked damaged, part of the casing bent and torn in the same direction as whatever had ripped a huge hole in the much's torso. Wrestling it out of place took more than a few prayers for patience, a crowbar and a can of grease but... at that point it was practically her religious duty right? Right~! The scrapper even gave her a playful wink while sorting through her selections when he noticed the cask. Did she link with it when she got home? Yes she did. And it waseverythingshe'd ever imagined, like staring into the abyss and swallowing the sun, for a single infinite moment she saw the universe asteroid. Then it was over... but she could feel the seeds it had left behind in her mind, growing behind her eyes, whispering with her voice. In her excitement, she told the Master of the Path that oversaw her home world, eager to share her experience. Sadly while the man was happy for her and congratulated her on her joining, he dragged her back down to earth and made her understand that cosmopolitan scrappers are hardly trustworthy people and the captain would almost certainly report her to the authorities next time he made port. Further there was no way he or The Path could shield her from investigation on its own. Her only chance would be to find some way to justify owning a NHP, even just a damaged fragment of one, something they could use to excuse what she did. The Master promised to make inquiries and sent her home. But when she arrived she found a message waiting for her. No sender, not even an origin address. And attached was a standard issue GMS much pilot license, along with a ticket for passage on a ship that would arrive in three days, and a recruitment ad for Crimson Constellation. The next few days of Sarah's life were an exercise in confusion, the Master claimed to have no knowledge of who sent her the message, but did note that it solved her problems. Licensed much pilots often playedsomewhatloose with the rules around NHPs, and when the Union's investigators arrived he could simply tell them that she had managed to recover only a small shard of a NHP and took it with her when she shipped out. It was highly unlikely they would pursue her after that, especially once they recovered the actual cask. Three days later Sarah boarded the ship, which turned out to be a simple people-hauler dropping off the latest wave of colonists and picking up anyone who wanted off world for the return trip. Less than a full week after that she found herself standing in a major frontier hub station, with no idea what to do next... when she spotted a Crimson Constellation recruiting booth off to one side of the broad central passage that ran the length of the station. And well, why notate this point? She signed up to join CC. The recruiter was polite enough and before long she found herself billed away with a bunch of other fresh recruits. She went through the usual boot camp-issue basic training, learning about Cc's history and so on. Eventually they started testing the recruits for their affinity to different aspects of Cc's operation. Recon, piloting, driving... and lancing. It would have been an understatement to say that Sarah was nervous the first time she found herself in a training rig and yet, when her hands closed around the controls it all came so naturally. Like riding a bike that she hadn't touched in years. The seeds in her mindsangand her body followed. Little things, how to lean into movement, how turn just so, how to compensate for the difference in distance between the optics and the gun in her much's hands. To her hastily concealed embarrassment, it also feltreallygood. Her trainers were somewhat surprised to find out she already had a GMS license and all, but that little revelation didn't arrive until after they had decided she was a fit for the lancer program, so it never really mattered in the end. She more than made the cut and Cc's newly formed unit of Lancers welcomed her. From there the adventure continues. Misc Notes-Personalities, Sarah is fairly easy going, cheerful and adventurous with a fiery personality. However, she also has a strong sense of justice, and cannot abide those who abuse and exploit their fellow man. She's not much a fan of anti-AI types and bioconservatives. She's also not hesitant to put her fists where her convictions are.-Sarah called her AI partner "Astarte" after the old-earth goddess of love and war, and also took the same name as her call sign as a show of unity-The original NHP was an unknown design attached to an unknown Mecca, as far as Sarah can tell, it seems to be a Mecca AI that was conditioned with task eroticism, in effect it experiences sexual pleasure (through protecting teammates, destroying enemy Mecca and the fulfillment of mission objectives. Sarah very much did not know that before she joined with it, and sometimes struggles with the new feelings this inspires in her. -While Sarah always wears her hard suit for any actual mission, if she's simply moving her Mecca around or training, she often pilots in just her glyph. This typically leaves her sore and bruised, but Sarah doesn't mind and if anything, is strangely content with it.-more to come? Who knows o_o== Skill Assessment ==Grit:0Lancer Stats:Hull:1,Agility:0,Systems:1,Engineering:0Skill Triggers:Apply Fists to Faces(+2), Charm(+2), Lead or Inspire(+2), Read a Situation (+2)Pilot Talents:Brawler-Hold and Lock: +1 Account against grapple targets. TechnophileI-Servant Fragment: Much gains AI tag, basic NHP. (Follows instructions, minimal initiative, no talents)Vanguard-Handshake Etiquette: +1 Account on CQB weapons within range 3.== Known Equipment ==License Level:0 Licenses:GMC Core Bonuses:None Pilot Gear: Mission Armour:Heavy Hard suit (HP +3, Armour +2, Eva 6, Eden N/A, SPD 3)Weapons:Alloy Weapon (2K damage, T:1), Signature Weapon (2K damage. R:5)Extra Gear:-SSC Glyph (Living undersuit, feeds on waste, cleans the host, promotes healing, protects from hostile environments including vacuum, high radiation, and filtering air or liquid. Color, texture and opacity can be controlled by the host.)-Subjectivity Enhancement Suite (Can connect to computers and hack with extendable cables. Cybernetic spine.)-Info skin (Can alter skin and hair colors and patterns. Sarah uses it to form makeup and circuit-style tattoos along her back and limbs.)== Much Schematics ==Designation:Neonate Chassis:GMS Everest Structure:4HP:14Armour:0 Stress:4Heat:6Repair:5Atk Bonus:+0Tech ATK:+1Limited System Bonus:+0SPD:4,EVA:8,EDEN:9,SENS RANGE:10,SAVE:10WeaponsFlex Mount: Shotgun (1d6K | R:5 | T:3 | Main CQB)Handheld and clamped on the much's thigh. Main: Hunter-Killer Nexus (1d6K | R:10 | T:1 | Main Nexus)[Smart: Target Eden instead of Eva]Spinal mount Heavy: Heavy Melee Weapon (2d6+1K | T:1 | Heavy Melee)Handheld and clamped behind the shoulder. Systems0/6Servant Fragment0 Speech gains the AI tag, very basic, no talents.[AI]GMS Pattern A “Jericho” Deployable Cover2 SP Creates two sections of size 1 hard Cover adjacent to the user, can be reused by picking up with a full action. Each section has EVA:5 HP: 10. Can spend 1 repair during a rest to restore it to full HP.[Quick Action][Deployable][Unique]GMS Shield Type I2 SP Nominate 1 enemy, all that enemy's ranged and melee attacks take +2 Difficulty, but attacks on them take the same penalty.[Shield][Protocol][Unique][Heat 1(self)]Personalizations1 SP+2HP. +1 to Lead and Inspire inside the much[Unique]On a lark, Sarah had powerful speakers installed on the body of her much, allowing her to play music and project her voice over the battlefield. Custom Paint Job1 SP When taking structure damage, roll a D6, on 6, don't take the damage. Can only work once between Full Repairs.[Unique]Sarah's much is painted with the livery of the Path of Joining, white with gold circuit patters, and the bar-and-circle symbol of the faith. Frame Traits-Initiative: Extra Quick action on the first turn it takes.-Replaceable Parts: During a rest, can spend 1 Rep to repair 1 structure. CORE System-Power Up: For one turn only, can take an extra Full or 2 Quick actions as a free action. Player Name: Gunmetal Dreamer== Personnel File ==(Penny, Kit bash, Kit, Static, Spooky Age:20Gender:Female Sexuality:Straight Background:Penal Colonist Appearance:A young woman with long brown hair, Penny's back and upper arms are marked with complex tattoos in black, green, and gold which mingle religious elements with circuit patterns and wiring diagrams. Scarring suggests that these tattoos predate the installation of cybernetic MID in Penny's spine, however the lines highlight and map to various visible ports that suggest the cyberware is part of the same cultist belief systems. Basic History:Born on the prison moon of Banker, Ten-Four never really knew who her parents were. Instead, she and a gaggle of other duct rats ended up in the care of a rambling old cultist who believed the innocents of Banker would lead to the absolution of its prison population. Though the colony was technically emancipated by Union with the foundation of the Third Committee, for a long time its host world managed to maintain the status quo simply by maintaining the policy of sending drops of prisoners and suppliestothe moon without providing any ships to move peoplefromthe colony. The only real change was that the colonial government changed hands to the prison populace in fairly short order. There wasn't much use for someone with no valuable skills on Banker, Ten-Four learned to strip down faulty equipment for parts fairly early on, using her small size to get at systems that fully grown inmates couldn't reach. As she got older, she started learning not just how to scrap junked technology, but how to maintain and build new devices. Helping get Banker onto the broader Combined was what precipitated Banker's first visitors...pirates looking to press-gang crew who'd take anything over continuing to rot on a colony that was populated beyond its capacity for self-sufficiency. Afterthatstarted, local Diaspora space could no longer afford to ignore Banker's population. Kit signed on with the Crimson Constellation primarily because she wanted to learn to work on spaceships. Being a deft hand with the EVA-equipped construction frames, however, got her put on the testing group for the Constellation's budding Lancer corp.== Skill Assessment ==Grit:0Lancer Stats:Hull:2,Agility:, Systems:, Engineering:Skill Triggers:Act Unseen or Unheard (+2), Hack or Fix (+2), Survive (+2), Word on the Street (+2)Pilot Talents Combined Arms1-Shield of Blades As long as you'reengaged, you and any allies adjacent to you count as having soft cover. Vanguard1-Handshake Etiquette Gain+1 Accuracy when usingCQBweapons to attack targets within Range 3Walking Armory1-Armament: Gain Ammo Case-Ammo Case0 SP, Limited 61/Turn, when you attack and hit with a Main ranged weapon, you may expend charges to apply one of the following effects to your attack at the listed cost:Thumped(1 Charge): The attack gainsKnockback 1and deals Explosive DamageShock(1 Charge): The attack deals Energy damage. Choose one character targeted by your attack; adjacent characters take1 Energy Damage AP, whether the result is a hit or a miss. Mag(1 Charge): The attack gainsArcingand deals Kinetic Damage== Known Equipment ==License Level:0 Licenses:General Massive Systems Core Bonuses:General Massive Systems Pilot Gear:Armour:Assault Hard suit (+3 HP, Armor 1, Eva 8, E-Def 8, SPD 4)Weapons:Assault Rifle (Range 5, DMG 2 Kinetic), Combat Knife (Sidearm, Threat 1, Damage 1)Extra Gear:Flex suit, Subjectivity-Enhancement Suite, Personal Drone== Much Schematics ==Designation:Absolution Chassis:GMS-SP1 Everest Structure:4HP:14Armour:0 Stress:4Heat:6Repair:6Atk Bonus:+0Tech ATK:+0Limited System Bonus:+0SPD:4,EVA:8,EDEN:8,SENS RANGE:10,SAVE:10 Weapons:[Main]Shotgun: Main CQB; --; Range 5 / Threat 3; 1d6 Kinetic Damage[Flex]Missile Rack: Aux Launcher; Loading; Range 10/Blast 1; 1d3+1 Explosive Damage[Flex]Missile Rack: Aux Launcher; Loading; Range 10/Blast 1; 1d3+1 Explosive Damage[Heavy]Heavy Charged Blade: Hey Melee; AP; Threat 1; 1d6+3 Energy DamageSystemsComp/Con Assistant Unit: 2SP, AI, Unique You can give control of your much to its comp/con as a protocol, allowing your much to act independently on your turn with its own set of actions. Unlike other AIs, a much controlled by a comp/con has no independent initiative and requires direct input. Your much will follow basic courses of action (defend this area, attack this enemy, protect me, etc.) to the best of its ability, or will act to defend itself if its instructions are complete, or it receives no further guidance. You can issue new commands at the start of your turn as long as you are within50and have the means to communicate with your much. Comp/con units are not true NHPs and thus cannot enter cascade. Type-I Shield: 2 SP, Shield, Unique, Protocol, 1 Heat (Self)As a protocol, nominate a character within line of sight: all ranged or melee attacks that they make against you or that you make against them gain+2 Difficulty until the start of your next turn. Turret Drones: 2 SP, Limited 3, Unique, Quick Action Drone (Size 1/2, 5 HP, 10 E-Defense, 10 Evasion, Tag: Drone)Expend a charge to deploy a turret drone that attaches to any object or surface withinSensorsand line of sight. Gain the Turret Attack Reaction, which can be taken once for each deployed turret drone.-Turret Attack: Reaction, 1/Round per Turret Trigger: An allied character within 10 Range of a turret makes a successful attack Effect: The turret deals3 Kinetic Damage to their target, as long as it has Line of Sight to their target. Traits:Initiative1/scene the Everest may take any quick actions free action. Replaceable Parts While resting, the Everest can be repaired at a rate of1 Repairer 1 Structure Damage, instead of2 Repairs Core System:Hyperspec Fuel Injector Power Up: Active (1CP), Protocol For the rest of this scene, you gain1 Accuracy on all attacks, checks, and saves; additionally,1/turn, you cabooses free action. Player Name: Changing saint== Personnel File ==(CartwrightCallsign:Thunderbird Aliases:N/Age:25Gender:Asexuality:Background:Medic Appearance:A fit man around 6”1’ or so about, Louis has fair skin, dark hair, and keeps himself clean-shaven. Athletically built with broad shoulders and a toned body, it’s clear that Louis keeps himself in good shape. When viewed without a shirt, one can see a few old scars on his upper body, particularly around his left shoulder – with one of the most noticeable appearing to be a faded bullet wound. Otherwise, he has no major identifying marks or features like tattoos or brands. Clothing wise, he’s not a fashionista. He tends to prefer rugged and durable clothing, and will favor comfort overlooking nice. Tending to wear darker or drab colors, he also tends to keep his gear clean if he can, looking crisp without being actual military professionalism. When in a hard suit he favors a medium weight IPS-N ‘Dias’ hard suit, which again keeps to a mostly dark color scheme with gold trimmings and highlights. One characteristic of Louis is that he tends to favor a scarf, usually ships are not as warm as he’d like, so the little bit of comfort helps. Basic History:Louis has a storied history, though it’s not as complex as it seems. His father was a skilled Albatross agent, working closely with IPS-N, Louis lived something of a ‘military’ life without being an actual military brat. His family went from ship to ship, port to port, and while his mother, younger sister, and himself were kept in safe hands, his father (Hector) worked alongside other Albatross pilots to take down pirate groups wherever they could. Living life as something of a drifter, Louis is familiar with both ship life and a number of different planets. Of course most of these were on the fringe where piracy is more rampant, still it meant that Louis saw quite a bit of the frontier, and knows his way around quite a few ports and places. Wanting to follow his father’s footsteps, Louis was quick to work with Albatross as something of a volunteer, first learning to patch people up (There’s never ‘too many medics’ in a dangerous profession after all), as well as working on basic much operations and maintenance… And after some initial reluctance from his father, he was trained in basic combat as well, preferring an unclose fighting style given how pirate vessels operated. Louis was not really meant to see combat firsthand, but it was an inevitability with working so close with Albatross. En route to another planet to help deal with their piracy issues, the vessel Louis and his family were on was hailed by a supposedly damaged ship, warning them that they had been attacked by pirates and were in need of assistance. Electing to divert some of their forces to help the vessel, Louis was among the group chosen to head out on a smaller ship to head out towards the freighter’s location… Perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise, but shortly after docking with the ship and investigating it, it was clear they had fallen for a trap. The pirates were aware of Albatross’ ship coming to deal with them, and had decided to splinter their forces and take them out piecemeal rather than risk a full out engagement with them. While the captain of their task force desperately hailed the main ship amidst jammed complines, Louis found himself fighting for his life with the others who had gone with them to board the freighter. With the team scrambling to make it back to their ship, Louis desperately tried to hold the line, and keep any injured teammates patched up. Still, they were outnumbered and outgunned, in a ship that wasn’t theirs. They were most likely doomed, and without being able to directly warn the Albatross ship about the danger they were in as well, things may as well have been hopeless. However, not all was lost. As they moved through the bowels of the ship, fortune struck when they came across some derelict and non-scrapped GMS techs, and a bit of investigation showed that they could be piloted and used – the only problem was who would pilot them. Given his prior training, it was no surprise when Louis volunteered, knowing he wouldn’t be patching anyone up if they were all dead in the first place. The weaponry on it wasn’t very cutting edge, given a pistol and a basic knife… But having a much on your side against pirates was better than not having one. Not expecting them to come across anything like such, the fact that Louis and another pilot were acting as a bulwark for the team on their way back to the ship was just enough to turn the tides and rout the pirates on the ship just long enough for Louis and his team to disengage. When The Albatross heard about the engagement and Louis’ actions, they offered him proper training in piloting and fighting in a Much. Taking to it eagerly, Louis proved himself a surprisingly adept pilot in addition to a medic, working quite well in a team as a frontline fighter, or even supporting his team from afar with covering fire early on. However, Louis soon found himself. Not bored with working with Albatross, but he knew for the most part – that whoever they helped were in good hands. He wanted to help out elsewhere, and after talking with his family and assuring them of his safety, he opted to ply his budding skills elsewhere, finding himself working with a few various outfits before settling on one – The Crimson Constellation. They were a hardy group, and for a budding Lancer, the chance to join with like-minded pilots was a big asset as far as earning a name for himself went.== Skill Assessment ==Grit:0Lancer Stats:Hull:2,Agility:, Systems:, Engineering:Skill Triggers:Assault (Get a bonus when you’re assaulting a position, a person, or a group of people in battle or otherwise, hard, fast, and up close): +2Patch (Get a bonus to patch a bleeding wound) +2Stay Cool (Get a bonus when you want to stay cool and collected while performing an action that takes skill or precision): +2Get a hold of (Get a bonus when you want to get a hold of useful allies, assets, or connections): +2Pilot Talents:Brutal 1 (Predator):If your die result on your d20 is a 20 (sometimes called a "natural" 20) on any ranged or melee attack, your attack is a critical hit, no matter what, and instead of rolling all the damage twice and choosing the highest result, your attack deals maximum damage (for its base and bonus dice). Heavy Gunner 1 (Covering Fire): As a quick action, you can choose a character in range 10 and in range and line of sight of one of your heavy ranged weapons. That character is impaired until the start of your next turn. Once before the start of your next turn, if that target starts a move that carries it more than 1 space, it immediately ends this effect, but you can use your overwatch reaction to attack it with a heavy ranged weapon, dealing 1/2 damage, heat, or burn on hit. You can make this attack at any point during its movement (such as waiting until it exits cover). Only one target can be affected at once (if you use this ability again, the effect ends). The effect also immediately ends if your target damages you. Vanguard 1 (Handshake Etiquette): Gain +1 Accuracy on attacks with any CQB weapon at a target within 3 range== Known Equipment ==License Level:0 Licenses:GMS Core Bonuses:N/Pilot Gear:Armour:Assault Hard suit (HP +3/Armor +1/Evasion 8/E-defense NA/Speed 4)Weapons:Signature Combat Weapon (2 kinetic damage, range 5), Combat Alloy/composite weapon: (2 kinetic damage, Threat 1)Extra Gear:Extra rations: Pilot rations are typically no better than their nautical antecedents - hardtack and nutritious paste. It's not uncommon for pilots to store extra food or luxuries such as chocolate, coffee, alcohol, or canned or dried goods from their home world Corrective: This clear, plastic-sheet like medical deployable can be attached to severely wounded pilot, where it instantly begins stabilizing them, injecting medicine, and deploying nanites to stitch shut wounds. A corrective can be applied to any pilot that's Down and Out to instantly bring them back to consciousness at 1⁄2 HP as if they had taken a rest. (1 use)Patch: ‘Patch' is a catch-all term for sprayable medical, instant-acting medical patches, or other first aid gear. Using a patch takes a full action and restores 1⁄2 your pilot's HP (round up). It can be used on another adjacent pilot for the same effects, and although it can heal a down-and-out pilot, it won't bring them back to consciousness. Has no effect on techs. (1 use)== Much Schematics ==Designation:Unplanned Provocation Chassis:GMS-Everest Structure:4HP:16Armour:0 Stress:4Heat:6Repair:6Atk Bonus:+0Tech ATK:+0Limited System Bonus:+0SPD:4,EVA:8,EDEN:8,SENS RANGE:10,SAVE:10 Weapons:Tactical Knife (Aux Melee, 1d3+1 kinetic damage, Threat 1, thrown 3)Pistol (Aux CQB, 1d3 kinetic damage, range 5, threat 3)Shotgun (Main CQB, 1d6 kinetic damage, Range 5, threat 3)Heavy Machine Gun (Heavy Cannon, 2d6+4 kinetic damage, Range 8, Inaccurate (+1 difficulty on attacks)Systems:Personalization (1 SP): When you take this mod, your much gains +2 HP and you may establish with your GM 1 minor effect or modification you have made to your much. This mod cannot grant any statistical or combat benefit to your much other than the hp benefit, but could provide other useful effects. If your GM agrees that this mod would help you with a particular pilot or much skill check, they can give you +1 Accuracy on the check.[Unique]Stable Structure (2 SP): Your much makes saves to resist getting knocked prone or knocked back with +1 Accuracy.[Unique]GMS shield type 1 (2 SP): You can choose to activate this shield protocol at the start of your turn. Nominate an enemy you can see. All that enemy's ranged or melee attacks against you are made at +2 difficulty until the start of your next turn, but your ranged or melee attacks against them also suffer the same penalty.[Shield][Protocol][Unique][Head 1(self)]Custom Paint Job (1 SP): When you take a point of structure damage, roll a d6. On a 6, you don’t take the structure damage, and heal to 1 HP, as the hit simply ‘scratched your paint’ instead. This system can only activate once between full repairs.[Unique]Frame Traits: -Initiative: Extra Quick action on the first turn it takes.-Replaceable Parts: During a rest, can spend 1 Rep to repair 1 structure. Core System: -Power Up: For one turn only, can take an extra Full or 2 Quick actions as a free action. Player Name: Juggtacular== Personnel File ==(History:Four decades ago, a group of like-minded geniuses working for the Union decided that they could do so much more if they had more power within the organization. All of them were members of some science corp or group, but each of them had limited things they could do within the Union. After several years of lobbying and providing results, the men and women were given the go ahead to create their own research division within the Union, known as the Union Think Tank. The intelligence of the group combined with the rather large amount of money given to them to make it work made it rather simple to purchase outlying properties that no one wanted, but were strategic for a number of reasons. This small alliance quickly grew in scope and numbers as more and more were drawn to the cause of bettering science for humanity's sake through the Union. With a strong base, connections, and everything else they'd need to be successful, the big brains of the tank started putting their smarts to good use. Forty years later, they have invented some bleeding-edge technology that has cemented them as one of the big boys. At the moment, their pride and joy is their Super-Soldier program, code-named "Project: Freelancer". Although their methods and techniques are classified behind the highest clearance levels, they've managed to combine nanotechnology with extensive gene manipulation and splicing to engineer humans that are far stronger, faster, and smarter than what humanity is used to. Leading the pack of new create-a-soldiers is KA1N3-0047; Maine for short. He is the first in the latest, and most powerful as well as successful generation of Think Tank super soldiers. Although only glimpses of his childhood remain, Maine was orphaned during one of the many wars and was "bought" by the Think Tank. But considering his purchase came with a rather lucrative contract if he passed all the tests and completed the Super-Soldier program modifications. He was experimented on to see if he was compatible for the program, and once it was decided he had some of the highest potential sync rates the program had ever seen, they started him on painful process of being forcibly evolved to become something more than human. The end results were extremely successful, with ratings off the charts across the board. To showcase their success and the sheer degree of their abilities, Think Tank decided it would be a good idea to show the universe what they were capable of. And to also show that their super soldiers were enhanced humans, not just raided up meat sleeves with high-end code running through their brains, Maine was transferred to the Crimson Constellation as the first of his kind, and as a gift of sorts. A walking advertisement for those who wanted to do business with Think Tank and get the best possible results. And also to show the universe that the Union is still their best bet. As long as he gets to fight and fly, Maine himself doesn't rightly care too much where he goes.== Skill Assessment ==Grit:+0Lancer Stats:Hull:, Agility:2, Systems:, Engineering:Skill Triggers:Assault(+2)Apply Fist to Faces(+2)Get Somewhere Quickly(+2)Show Off(+2)Pilot Talents:Gunslinger 1:Truth & Justice - Gain +1 accuracy on your first attack roll on your turn with an auxiliary ranged weapon. Combined Arms 1:Blade Shield - As long as you're in engagement with at least 1 hostile character you count as having soft cover. This bonus extends to any allies adjacent to you. Hunter 1:Lunge -Once a round, before making any attack with an auxiliary melee weapon, you can fly up to 3 spaces before the attack directly toward your target. This movement ignores engagements and doesn't provoke reactions.== Known Equipment ==License Level:0 Licenses:0Core Bonuses:0Pilot Gear:Armour:Assault Hard suit[+3HP, Arm 1, Eva 8, E-Def 8, SPD 4]Weapons:Disruptor Rifle[Range 5, Damage 2, Energy]Plasma-Maul[Threat 1, Damage 2]Extra Gear:SSC Sylph Undersuit, Tertiary Arm, Smart Scope== Much Schematics ==Designation:AsuraChassis:GMS EVERESTStructure:4HP:12Armour:0 Stress:4Heat:6Repair:5Atk Bonus:+0Tech ATK:+0Limited System Bonus:+0SPD:5, EVA:10, EDEN:8, SENS RANGE:10, SAVE:10 Weapons:Main Mount: Assault Rifle[Range-10/1d6 kinetic damage/Reliable]Flex Mount: Charged Blade[Threat-1/1d3+3 energy damage/Armor Piercing]Heavy Mount: Anti-Material Rifle[Range-20/2d6 kinetic damage/Armor Piercing/Accurate]Systems:Personalizations[High Torque Servomotors= +1 Hull on non-combat strength checks][1SP]GMS "Burst" Jump Jet System[2SP]GMS Turret Drones[2SP]GMS Eva Module[1SP]

Lancer_ Blood-Soaked Stars, Hangar [Active Characters]|rating:3.0

To Dream of Dawn (ClockworkSoul & LiliPep)

The light that poured from the halogen lamp relentlessly beat down from the upper right corner of the room like a luminescent waterfall. Attached to a metal articulated arm, the lamp’s purpose was to illuminate every possible nook and cranny of the body, to banish away shadows that might hide some festering cause from a physician’s watchful gaze. The light glared brightly off the metal of the sink across the room, burned and fell flat against the dull off-white plastic wrapped around every corner and piece of furniture. The room was utterly devoid of life by purpose. The sterility was frightening. I hate doctor offices; the words poured forth like water through a brook haphazardly picking its way past stones in a headlong rush towards oblivion. The young man shielded his eyes from the glare of the light. He winced in pain at the intensity; only to have his flinch met with the flare of the sink’s reflective surface. What’s taking him so long? He swore the minute hand of the clock, stark, eggshell and standard issue to every professional institution, mounted upon the sterile and eggshell wall, had frozen in place, even ticked backwards. It quivered, as though to taunt him, and he busied himself with his feet as he absently rubbed the cotton of his socks against each other and found some measure of relief in the warmth from the friction. He impatiently bounced on his seat; he hated doctor offices. The doctor finally arrived in what seemed to be an eternity. The young man forced a smile to his face, one that failed to touch the corner of his eyes. He smiled through his teeth at the doctor, teeth that glowed balefully under the harsh white light. Clean bill of health doc? The doctor seemed nonplussed as he looked over the charts attached to his clipboard. He did not immediately respond to the charge, his dark eyes somehow lost in the shadows collected under his furrowed brow, a crevice even the light of the damned lamp could not illuminate. The doctor nervously thumbed to and fro through the pages, the dull crinkle counted out the time with the suddenly animated minute hand. Perhaps. Perhaps what, doctor? Perhaps you’re healthy. The doctor looked up from the chart for the first time, and smiled nervously to the young man. He dragged up a chair, the rubber soles scuffed the tiles leaving two dark furrows in their wake. I mean, you’re clear of disease, and it looks like your points of eruption haven’t caused any lasting damage beyond the scars and the lack of sensation. The eruptions? The young man frowned, and closely examined the pale puckered scars, as though someone had stabbed him from the inside out, that randomly marred his otherwise tanned forearms. Those same marks dotted his shoulders, his torso, and his legs. Each scar was leaden in his mind, towing a host of unpleasant memories that the light of the doctor’s comment brought into unwelcome view. So, I’m as healthy as a boy can be who happens to have carbon spurs erupt from random points of his body? His tone was casual, but sounded tinny and small within the confines of the room. Yes. As healthy as you can be. You passed the physical, so the institute should have no problem with you arriving. The physician paused, and fished a pencil from his pocket and began to restlessly tap it against the side of his thigh. His brow was still furrowed, always in thought and his thin lips twisted into a crooked frown as he eyed the young man. Aristophanes, have things improved? Improved? His name humanized him, gave him character that defied his surroundings, and he became more healthful under the light. I guess. I still have the nightmares; I still have the random eruptions at night. Furthermore, I’m eager to get the hell out of here, get some help; I hear the institute has devices that can stop these. He paused, uncomfortably, suddenly unwilling to put his condition into words. Stop these things from happening. Close enough. The doctor gave a wizened nod and brought the pencil up to lay it across the bridge of his nose. I actually have something else, something I’d like to run by you. Of course. The doctor seemed hesitant sparking concern in Aristophanes. He leaned forward, his thick neck craned towards the doctor as his eyes urged the man to speak. I wanted to bring up a concern that a colleague of mine, Doctor Hinkley of the University of Chicago raised. He specializes in cancer research. When you first developed your, ah, peculiarity, I ran your case by him. He studied what I documented, and he’s concerned about a potential danger from cancer in your future. Cancer? From my regenerative ability? He blinked in surprise. He did not derive any particular pleasure that a concern raised from his own cursory studies in biology were being echoed on a professional level. Indeed, at this particular moment he could not imagine anything worse than the musings of the amateur to be cruelly confirmed; like a boy penning some post-apocalyptic drivel only to have the Cuban Missile Crisis headlining the following day. I actually thought about that too. If my cells replicate as quickly as you told me they do, well, that means they’ll do so hundreds of times faster than a normal person. If the theory that genetic mistakes appear every time a cell replicates holds water, then the danger of a cancerous mistake should be higher. Which makes me a high risk. His tone belied his concern. Such a response was typical, much to the chagrin of his parents. I see you paid attention in AP Biology. I received a four on the exam. Not bad. Not good either. I wanted that five. Aristophanes sighed and allowed disappointment to creep in and cloud his concern. Cancer was deadly, but Aristophanes, despite his candied response, was still young, and therefore invincible. He toyed with his hands in his lap, and the savaged skin hanging from his cuticles that stole his attention. Still good. He wants to meet with you. The doctor cocked his head to the side, and cleared his throat to catch Aristophanes’ attention. Perhaps when you’re back in town on summer break? Sure, Doctor Kincaid, sure. Aristophanes’ teeth flashed white against the darkened tan of his face as he gave the physician his humanity. It was a strange game to be played with names. Rob a man of his name, and he becomes nothing more than a statistic, raw numbers to be manipulated and disregarded. Give a man a name and he can become a mountain. Then you’re on your way. Doctor Kincaid returned the smile, and vigorously patted the young man on the leg before he rose from the chair and quickly walked to the door. Be sure to call my office if you have any problems or concerns. He then swept himself out of the room, allowing the door to shut and isolating Aristophanes in whiteout. I hate doctor offices.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Clean bill of health? The question greeted Aristophanes as he entered his father’s black Isuzu Trooper. He gave his dad an annoyed look, and then slammed the door shut before busying himself with the seatbelt. Clean enough to let me go. As they drove the silence stretched out uncomfortably, like the glare of the lights through the moisture rimmed windshield of the SUV. They idled below a stoplight, waiting to make a left onto Ogden Avenue due East. Rain droplets bounced off the glass only to be swept away by a screeching pass of the relentless wiper blades. You’re ready for this, right? His father broke the silence first, his richer timbre brushing aside the silence. A note of uncertainty clung to the end of the statement, his dad wanted to say more, but couldn’t. Of course, I am. Aristophanes appreciated the concern, but didn’t let that cloud the annoyance that crept into his tone. I’ve saved plenty of money, my car is running fine, I’m all packed up. I’m ready for this. He ticked off the physical necessities. That’s not what I’m talking about. His dad pressed. Aristophanes squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He flicked the seat warmer to automatic to banish the chill that crept up his back. I need to get out of here Dad. If they can help, I need to go there, learn how to get things back to normal. His voice was strained. He hated these conversations, and wished he could sink deep into the fake leather of the car seat, into some dark hole and pull a flap over the top to hide from the green light that clicked on above them. I understand. His dad pandered to him, gave him the answer that he wanted to hear, the answer that would allow the painful silence to once again distend itself from the roof of the car to blanket the two of them. He glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye, and caught a glimpse of the pain that lurked behind his dark hazel eyes. He took note of the worry lines that collected in the corner of his lips, and the expanding desolation between brow and hairline that had only worsened in the past year since his condition had first manifested. A lifetime of concerned conversations lingered behind the tortured eyes, Aristophanes knew it, and he knew they would never be aired by the noxious constraints that tied both their hands. We love you. I know. We will always love you. I know. Both of them wished they had spoken those words.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Aristophanes dreamed of pain and darkness again. His thoughts came to him as though he was submerged in turgid water, and his arms flowed through it with an aching lack of alacrity. Images and sounds flashed by in his half dazed state, and he gritted his teeth in frustration. He could distantly tell that it was brick that his hand caught as it slammed against the wall of the narrow corridor. An alleyway, ahead was a dumpster, it must be an alleyway. He should have gasped for air, but he was dreaming, his breath came fine. Below him were puddles reflecting moonlight, they didn’t make a splash as he fell into them, the disassociation queer in his mind as he failed to link it to the dream. He could not hear the puddle’s splash, he heard sobbing behind him. A great angry crowd, red and demonic with rage, surged down the narrow alley towards him. He heard sobbing behind him. He forced himself to his feet, and his vision swam as the angry crowd poured forth like a tidal wave of grotesque and contorted faces; a patchwork quilt of incoherent anger from a thousand schoolyard and playing field memories. He held his arms out to his sides, and cried out as the spurs erupted from his shoulders, sides, and forearms. Gore and tattered strips of flesh clung to the sharpened ends, his own, he felt the tremendous pain that vanished a second later, a banished memory. The wave crashed down upon him, and drowned him in truculent water. He was suffocating, and struggled to hold back the waters that the faces had become. He strained mightily against the weight, he felt his spurs pierce the waters but never felt the water part to accept it. Furthermore, he knew he could not reach the sobbing and break the tide. He failed. He heard screaming behind him. The scream ripped free of his throat, and joined the tortured cries of his bed’s springs as extended spurs worked themselves through the mattress and into the floorboard below. The metallic hiss grated against his ears, and his eyes flew open in panic and sought out answers across the cracked plaster of the ceiling, which momentarily resembled the howling visages that haunted his nightmare. Each desperate twist of his arms tore deeper into his mattress, and blood soaked cotton clung to his body as he rolled free and fell with a heavy thump on his hands and knees. He yelped as the spurs retracted, and felt his skin tightening around the gaping wounds left in their wake. Blood pooled on the ground beneath him and the pale rug grew dark with crimson like a gory oil slick in the silver shafts of moonlight that worked through the blinds that covered his window and masked him from the midnight sky. His arms burned with fatigue, and he fell to his side before rolling onto his back. He dully registered the warm orange glow that seeped in from below his bedroom door. A moment later he was blinded by the light as his door was flung open and his mother, father, and sister stormed into the room. Jesus Christ! Are you okay Arms? What happened? Nightmares again? Aristophanes! Are you okay? His eyes burned as they searched the inverted halo of shadows that spun around his head like an angry cloud of insects. His left leg hurt, back of his thigh, for a moment he thought he had severed a muscle. He could feel the rug stick to his back, his blood acting as the adhesive. He forced himself to his side, and threw up. His sister had helped him wash the sheets and scrub the wooden floorboards. His palms became angry and raw. There was still a stain to the side of the warped remains of his bed. The stain formed an irregular circle of permanent crimson, surrounded by the dull red of previous nights. His parents had waved off his offer of a tarp, perhaps now they would reconsider when he’d visit.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The church was dark, a throw-back to the 13th century constructed in the 1950s. Thin slits for windows, derived from some classic architectural scheme, allowed anemic shafts of light to pierce the otherwise undisturbed gloom of the building. Five decades of incense had left a permanent cloud clinging to the ceiling. The cloud was cloyingly sweet yet calming. The service passed as a blur, the harmonic tones of the priest and choir working together to create a beautiful service with the guttural voices of the chanters providing the underlying beat. Service was ancient, and for a moment the suits of the men morphed into the tunics of yore, five hundred desperate peasants singing praises and waiting for salvation. His stomach rumbled low, and reminded Aristophanes that he had fasted properly and thereby asserted his right to wait in the long line for communion. His father went first, bowed his head. The Servant of God. Elias. The Servant of God Elias receives the Body and Blood of Christ for forgiveness of sins and eternal life. His father graciously accepted the spoon, crossed himself three times and collected his bread. Aristophanes hesitated, and the priest, Father Theodore, elderly and kind, beckoned him near with a flourish of his withered arm. Rich robes, lined with gold glittered in the low light of the church. The Servant of God. Aristophanes could not find his voice. The Servant of God Aristophanes receives the Body and Blood of Christ for forgiveness of sins and eternal life. Aristophanes accepted the wine, it was clotted with crumbs of broken bread. Father Theodore broke with routine, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. Aristophanes’ eyes watered for a moment. He did not speak, but bowed his head in thanks. He’d seen the home video of a younger Father Theodore dunking his plump and naked body into the oil-enriched water of the baptismal fountain. No words were necessary. He accepted his bread, and lodged it firmly against his cheek to worry it with his molars. The crumbs lasted him through the Litany of the Deceased, and quieted the rumble of his stomach. He felt weight lifted from his shoulders, and calmed visibly beneath the hopeful eyes of his father.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You’ll be sure to call us when you arrive? Of course. You’ll drive safely? Of course Don’t pick up any hitchhikers. Didn’t you once hitchhike to New Orleans from Chicago? That was a different time. Of course. Give us a hug. Aristophanes embraced both of his parents and his younger sister. He then slipped into the seat of his battered blue Ford Escort, and thrummed the engine to life. I promise I’ll call. Talk to you soon. Goodbye. He could still taste the wine in the corner of his mouth as he pulled out of the driveway and began his journey to the institute.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“C’mon, you can’t tell me where you go to school?”“Nope, it’s a secret.”“You’re no James Bond.”“Apparently you’re no Barbara Walters.”“Fine.” The girl sniffed with faux irritation, a motion that crinkled her delicate nose just right. The delicate nose was set in an equally delicate face, with high cheekbones, a narrow jaw that tapered off into a soft point and the skin of a porcelain doll. Her face was like a heart, typically framed by dirty blond hair currently pulled into a severe ponytail. Her petite and fragile figure was a deception, a wicked ruse, like a military diversion on D-Day. Furthermore, her accent suggested that she was of country stock, and those suspicions were proven as she hoisted up two crates filled with heavy charger plates with little difficulty.“I think those are the last of the chargers,” the young man nodded to the three crates stacked in the corner. With a steady hour of labor the pair had stripped the room clean. The barren burgundy floor stood in sharp contrast to the baroque ceilings, painted in the vibrant golds and reds typical of banquet halls.“Good. Load them up in the elevator, and I’ll lower you down to the kitchen.” She called over her shoulder before she unceremoniously dropped the two crates onto a third one with a grunt. She ground the plastic side to side until the crates snapped into place.“Gotcha Serena.” The young man crouched, grabbed hold of the bottom crates handles, and pressed his legs into the motion as he hoisted the three crates of chargers. The heavy plates pressed tightly against his fingers and tested the thick calluses built up through years of effort.“Had to show me up, huh, Arms?” She accused.“Serena, you’re like what, half my weight? Wet?” Aristophanes flashed the girl a lopsided grin as he walked past her and into the elevator, “I think I know why I’m one of the few guys that breaks down with you, you’re stronger than the rest of them.”“Damn right, and I could whup your ass to.” Serena declared as she pulled the lateral steel gate shut behind Aristophanes, “So don’t go runnin’ your mouth and tempting me.”“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Aristophanes ground the crates down into the plastic until they snapped into place, then turned around and grabbed hold of the gate with his long and scarred fingers, “Why do I always get the shit job of making sure things don’t fall over while the elevator goes down?”“Because I’m claustrophobic, now enjoy the ‘mystical journey’ Arms.” She mimed quotation marks with her fingers for emphasis. Aristophanes rolled his eyes. The elevator started with a jolt, then unsteadily wined down the shaft into the darkness that loomed below. He hated the elevator, light above, light below, Stygian blackness between. He swore he heard rats some evenings. As the darkness enveloped him from head to tow he reached out and instinctively ran his hands over the tops of each stack of crates to make certain their gentle sway was held in check. Once his investigation was complete he finished drawing his button down tuxedo shirt, tucked into the back of his nice, though now stained thanks to an unsteady patron’s hand and a glass of wine, pants. He wore a tight white long sleeved shirt. It grew hot, particularly during the more hectic periods of a catered meal. Serena and most of the other caterers opted for tank tops or short-sleeved shirts, an option Aristophanes would have greatly preferred. His shirt concealed things, however, much as the darkness of the shaft benefited the rats he heard scampering along the corridor searching for chunks of food rattled off the elevator floor. The reemergence of light burned his eyes, and he squinted against the sunspot glare off the window of the kitchen basement window. Behind the glare, haloed by the blinding light, he could vaguely make out the silhouette of Serena’s head.“It’s not that bad Arms, Christ you’re a whiner.” She teased as she wrenched the door open on rusty hinges. Despite the immaculate image presented to banquet hall guests, the elevator and the catering basement of the kitchen both were due for major repairs. At times Aristophanes and Serena were the only two employees capable of opening the elevator gate. He chose note to linger on the grime that crept out between the ill-set brown tile.“That’s that,” He declared as he stepped out of the elevator past Serena, “morning crew can unload the damned elevator, it’s late enough as is.”“Agreed.” Serena bounced into step alongside him. The pair made their way down the hall and into the locker room area. Plain gray lockers, dented with peeling paint that revealed discolored metal below hung from every available flat surface, including several jury-rigged to a load bearing column. Brown wooden benches, arranged like the letter C, were the only furniture.“Big plans tonight Serena?” Aristophanes asked as pulled open his locker. He never bothered with a lock. His belongings weren’t worth the trouble of taking them, as far as he was concerned. Serena was busy clicking the wheel of her lock, “HRM, oh, not really. I figure I’ll just head home and crash, I’ve gotten boring in my old age. Seems like the only person I’m ever around is you and the rest of the gang”“Right, old age.” Aristophanes snickered as he eased himself into his faded green winter coat, “Gosh Serena, when I get to by your age, if I ever make it long, will I be as tired as you are all the time. I really need to know, since, like, it’s coming up in what, five months for me?”“Shut up Arms,” she stopped fiddling with her lock long enough to swing around and plant her fist firmly into his shoulder, “Like I said, I can whup your ass.”“I never doubted it,” he flashed her a grin over his shoulder. Her punch had a sting to it; out of respect he gingerly applied his fingertips to his shoulder.“What about you then, huh?” The lock clicked open, and she tore it off the locker with a vengeance, “I hate this damned thing,” she murmured.”HRM, probably just head back to campus, study for a bit, then crash.” Aristophanes admitted to a social calendar as lackluster as hers.“A pair of old fuddy-duddy’s are we Arms.” She chortled as she pulled a royal blue fleece on over her head, “what a couple we’d make.”“He-he, yeah, Christ we’re boring.” The hint had liftoff, clear over his head and out into the void of space. Serena paused, and stared at the duffle bag she had just opened to retrieve her keys. Fine lines creased across her forehead, and her cheeks burned pale pink in frustration, “Yeah, yeah we are Arms.” A touch of luster fled her tone. She sighed and pulled her keys out of the bag and zipped it shut.“Are you okay Serena?” He frowned as he closed his locket and jammed his hands into the pockets of his coat.“Yeah, don’t worry about it, you putz, just don’t worry about it.” Serena murmured as she hoisted the bag onto her shoulder and spun on one heel to face Aristophanes. She forced a small smile to her face.“Alright. Hey, I’m going to hit the John, you want to wait up for me, so I can escort you to your car?”“Back to our conversation Arms, James Bond, you are not.” Her eyes flashed dangerously as she jabbed a finger square into his chest, “And my white knight, you are not. Have a good evening Arms, I’ll see you on Monday.”“Ye-yeah?” Aristophanes mumbled in her wake. He stood alone and confused in the middle of the locker room for a long moment, “I guess that means she can take care of herself?” He spoke to himself, the only person who would bother listening. He used the restroom, and washed his hands. As he worked the cheap soap deep into his palms to clean away the grease that had deposited itself over the course of the evenings meal, he stared at his reflection in the mirror.“Are you an idiot?” He didn’t like his reflection’s answer. The lights flickered off behind him, he was the last person to leave the banquet hall, not that he was trusted with a key of course. The metal door slammed shut behind him and automatically locked, leaving him stranded at the edge of the poorly lit parking lot. He walked out into an island of anemic fluorescent light, and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. He failed to hear the footsteps. The first punch caught him in the side, and spun him around. The second slammed home in his stomach, and knocked the wind from him forcing him to double over. The third shot, a knee to his chin, snapped his head back, and into the heavy sack of coins that slapped him down hard against the cold blacktop. His vision swam; darkness ebbed and flowed on the periphery. He gurgled pathetically.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Wake up. Wake up! Water interrupted the darkness and melted it away in great peals of white-hot magma that cascaded from his eyes and pooled deep in the base of his mind. He flopped like a dying fish as he struggled for air to fill his tortured lungs. The magma roiled and bubbled as he moved, and fresh eruptions of sheer agony tore through his skull and crushed his temples. Blood rushed through his veins and crowded out his eyesight in a great red surge. He willed himself still, until his suffering subsided into a vivid background painted entirely in crimsons against a pure white canvass. He felt cold steel against his chest; his chest was bare, it had to be. Slivers of wood dug into his back. He leaned forward, and felt the pressure of the chains on his chest force him back against the wood. His tongue felt thick and swollen, and he tasted rich copper as he forced himself to swallow the thick fluid that filled his mouth. His blood was brackish and cold. He wheezed out past his teeth as he slowly extended a bare foot, and felt the heel scrape across warped wooden floorboards. His leg felt as bare as his chest. His head still ached ferociously, still he dared to crack open his eyes and take light of his situation. He became dimly aware of the shadows that crept across his limited field of vision; wherever he was, it was mercifully dark. He stared hard at the floor, until he could make out the individual knots that warped its gnarled length. Furthermore, he traced his vision up along his leg and confirmed his earlier assessment; he was naked. A glint of silver from around his neck caught his eye. He forced himself to look up, and challenge the shadows. He’s awake. The sibilant voice echoed throughout the darkness of the room, emanating from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Good. The flare of light stung brilliantly as the match hissed into the life. For a moment the decrepit walls of the small room were cast into light, then the match faded down to a dull burn and Stygian shadows danced down from the ceiling again. The match weaved through the air like a conductor’s baton. Aristophanes eyed it oddly, until he realized it was being worked into a small gas lantern. It took several attempts, but the lantern was lit, and the shadows fled in the wake of the light that poured out through the glass of the instrument. The light cast harshly upon the young, angular features of the three young man gathered around the small table the lamp sat upon. Their eyes were inky pools of darkness, open to the voice of the endless universe and rendered the young man unrecognizable to Aristophanes’ strained perception.Instead, he looked to the walls. Wallpaper hung from water damaged plaster in great tattered waves like dried corn husks. The door was beat in, duct tape had sealed off the worst of the hulls. The building was abandoned. Except for the three men with eyes of oblivion. One of the young men stalked closer and dropped to one knee in front of Aristophanes. Here, closer, in spite of the ebony halo cast about his head, he was recognizable. The short hair, the beady hateful eyes. Grant Wallace. A hail of fists was the only response he received. He dug his chin down into his chest, terrified and in pain he sought to burrow into himself to flee the onslaught. The two young men joined in, and beat down upon the back of his head, his shoulders, his arms and his legs. Aristophanes howled with anger and pain. Why? Why him? How could they do this? How do we define a human being I think that’s ultimately the question that this argument seems to be naturally drawn to. That’s a different debate. But it’s the central debate, isn’t it? Central to what? To every major argument about life that’s been had in the past three hundred years; how do we define human life? Elaborate. The man stirred from behind the dull black desk, secured in place against the wall with silver screws now tarnished with age and caustic chemicals. The laboratory served many functions as evidenced by the contents of the glass cabinets that lined the walls. Beakers, animal remains kept suspended in formaldehyde. It was a monument to science, captured and coldly studied on expressionless black tables bolted to the walls. The class stirred and writhed into life at the exchange like a snake uncoiling from hibernation. Desks, scattered across the room, wailed against the cream tile as they were twisted slightly in place. Well, Bartholomew de la Casas, hundreds of years ago, wrote his letters back to Spain about whether the Native Americans had souls to be saved. That’s where the modern world begins. Oh, that’s the birth of modernity? Of course! What frames modernity more than the earnest discussion and expansion of human being? The moment he began that argument, with himself, to convince the crown that Native Americans might have souls, he was extending humanity to a group previously denied that title. This was a first. Every culture regarded itself as humanity, with everyone else, something else. Never before had an earnest attempt been made to take people from outside the tribe, the nation, the region, and include them. Interesting point. How does this relate to our discussion on abortion? Because it’s all about humanity, and how we define it. If we grant human being status to the embryo, then all the discussion about rights over bodies is instantly trumped, by the cold recognition of humanity that renders the life of that embryo sacred. I see where you’re going with this. Excellent point. Yeah, but how are you going to assign humanity? How can you be certain? The voice of challenge came from its typical source. Like clockwork from the young man’s right. I don’t think it needs to be a positive, I think the positive assignment of humanity was won long ago by people far greater than me. I think the reverse now stands; now you have to defend the denial of humanity. Look at Singer with animals, look at the sweep of civil rights, or the rights of the handicapped! So what defines humanity? Genetics? I think so, I think it has to. But it just can’t be 23 chromosomes; look at people missing one, or with an extra chromosome. Do we deny someone with Down’s Syndrome humanity because they don’t genetically match the chromosome count for humanity? No. Of course not. What about mutants? What about them? They aren’t genetically Homo sapiens. They’re something else entirely; even scientists are saying that. Furthermore, they’re as many humans as Homo Neanderthals would be considered human. I didn’t think about that. What rights do we guarantee to mutants if they aren’t human? I don’t know, I guess maybe we need to expand the scope of humanity, to include mutants? Why? A simple question, that hung in the air like a noxious fog and crossed eyes deep in thought. Why grant mutants humanity? Why swing the door wide open, when so many had so difficult a time accepting each other? Why risk it? What happens if we deny mutants their humanity? What do we risk? Fucking freak! Fucking mutant! Agonizing consciousness exploded back across his mind like lightning over windswept plains. His eyes fluttered open, and he wilted against the light of the lantern that struck with the force of a sledgehammer. He mewled pitifully, and curled his legs up tightly against his chest as a shield against the menacing rise of shadows that rose up in great demonic shades. He turned away. Furthermore, he turned away from the darkness and sought the floor below. The chains rasped and ground and held him against the wooden pillar to his back. He felt a kick against his midsection. Pain blossomed like a rose, but the ribs held. Take off that fucking chain! Fucking freak! Take off that fucking chain. Hands like claws tore and ripped at the skin at the base of his neck until they found purchase on the silver chain. They bent the clasp and tore the chain and the attached crucifix free. Nooooooo! The wail sounded pathetic and small as the crucifix danced in the light. He felt it stir from deep within, like a million ants suddenly roused from their nest in his stomach. The clawed, bit and burrowed free of his flesh and bubbled just below his skin. He screamed as the spurs erupted from his flesh. The wooden pillar shuddered beneath the impact and splintered as the edge worked its way deep into the wood. The scarred and rotted floor buckled beneath the force and recoiled away like the three shadows that lingered above. Holy shit! What the fuck happened! His vision ran red again, and he weakly slumped forward only to be propped up by a pair of spurs extended from the front of his shoulders. The chains that should have held him lied broken beside him, warped and twisted as his limps upon the ruddy stained floor. Help me. I can’t do this on my own. But if I help you, you’ll never figure out how to do it properly. His father’s voice was always warm, even when stern. It was a voice of love and of life, and the promise of both so long as that voice remained a protective canopy under which he could grow and thrive. He sat frustrated at the kitchen table, his small, pudgy fingers awkward as they attempted to manipulate the plastic of the model dolphin, the snap the two halves of the animal into place. But, but Dad! C’mon, you can do this! I’ll do the rest! Dad simply shook his head, and purposefully flicked his wrists and unfurled the newspaper he had been swatting against his thigh just a few minutes earlier. I’m right here for advice, you build the model, you bought it after all. Fine! The plastic refused to yield, and snapped beneath his trembling fingers a few minutes later. He cursed, cried and tossed the model onto the table and angrily sulked away from the kitchen and into the living room. Golden sunlight of the weekend summer morning seeped in through the windowpanes and cast warmth across the tan carpet. He cast himself upon the carpet broken and angry, and pounded his palms raw and red into the fabric as he hid his tear stained face against the warmth. A few minutes later he could hear Dad’s voice, and he slowly picked himself up a returned to the kitchen. The model was on the table, whole again, repaired with a delicate application of glue from his kit. Why bother. The stupid thing is just going to break again. He was angry, indolent from his failure. Patient, Aristophanes, patience. All things come in good time. Sit down and be patient, the pieces will fit. He sighed, and forced himself to sit. He felt his father behind him, his dark eyes carefully watched as he picked up the two halves and took note of the small holes and opposite pegs. He blew hot air through his nostrils, and furrowed his brow in concentration. Storm gray eyes squinted against the morning light, and he slowly drew the two halves together. Slowly. Patient Aristophanes, patient. Minutes based. His tiny shoulders quivered with raw fury. He almost smashed the plastic halves together. Slowly. Patient. Click. He dropped the model in surprise, and marveled at the two halves, now made hole. He beamed proudly up to his father who clasped him firmly by his broadened shoulders and tapped blunt fingertips against the tiny spread of his chest. Good job Aristophanes. I told you, you can do this on your own. Just be patient. Your frustration will pass. Patience Aristophanes, patience. Wake up! Fuck you fucking mutant fuck! He was too weak to pull back from the scream. His arms felt like leaden weights, with chains attached to his eyelids. Still he forced his eyes open, against the glare of the lantern he felt small, alone and terrified. The spurs were gone. His body felt better, less bruised, less pained. He stared hard as his stomach, and noted that he looked like he had lost weight. He’d healed, he knew it. Furthermore, he was starving. The sharpest pain of all resided deep in his stomach. We figured you out, freak. Long as you wear this, no spurs, no healing. Crooked yellow teeth in a disgusting moss covered smile. The crucifix was back in place, around his neck, the ends taped together. He was too weak to move against the heavy bicycle chain wrapped around his arms and shoulders. He felt cold steel against his back. A glance revealed a thick pipe they had driven through the rotten wooden floorboards and secured him to. Off the side were the ruined remains of the post they had used before. Your bones won’t fucking break. Fuck you. Fuck that. The switchblade clicked into cold gleaming life, springing from the shadows of the man’s hands like a metallic adder. W-w-why. The word was stammered past lips caked thick with blood as his tongue lazily struggled like a banana slug against the roof of his mouth. Shut the fuck up. I’m sorry Chris. I said shut the fuck up Arms, I don’t want to hear it. You don’t need to apologize. Leaden guilt threatened to collapse his broad shoulders as he stood two arm spans distant from where Chris sat casually against the pitted trunk of an old oak tree. I almost killed you. You give yourself too much credit. You poked three tiny holes in me. I’m fine. It’s not like you knew it was going to happen. I know. But still. But still get over it. I’m three hundred pounds. You’d have to do a lot worse. I can’t, maybe later, not now. Fingers curled into fists deep within the recesses of his relaxed cut jeans. How’s Brian? Better. Not magnanimous, but better. The tone carried a warning. Brian wasn’t to be talked about, not so soon. He heeded the warning. Brian was hurt worse than Chris when the spurs erupted. Last time I try to crash a line. I hope so. Chris frowned as his friends face went ashen. I’m sorry Arms. Really. I didn’t mean it like that. I know. He focused on a small twig that he manipulated into the earth with the sole of his shoe. Talk to Jenny? I don’t want to go there Arms. Good. Then neither do I. So. What now? He wrapped his arms defensively around his chest and strummed his fingertips against the flats of his forearms. I’m going to a special school. Try to keep it from happening again. Good. Thanks. Hey Arms? Yeah. Question. Does it hurt? He could barely feel the pain anymore. The jagged lines just past his cheek, carved into the rotted wooden floor by his torn thumbnail counted ten, ten days he could recall. He was wasting away. He had no mirror, but he saw his ribs protrude like some ghastly reenactment of the work camp discoveries in the twilight of the second world war. He probed his ruined gums and freshly blooded his tongue against the chipped remnants of his teeth. The growl was distant. At first, some labored, angry rasp of a breath that cut through the constant chill of winter that settled in from the broken walls and never left the room even when the distant cast iron oven was lit during visits. But the growl grew louder. Excited. And nearer until he came crashing through the door a foaming mass of wiry limbs, thick corded muscles strained against a plumber pipe neck and a barrel chest and a hideous pushed in snout.Oh, Jesus!. Flecks of saliva rained across his upturned face as the ghostly canines snapped inches from his body. Muscle like piano wire strained taunt against the rusted metal chain links that barely kept the beast at bay. Someone’s hungry.Please, God. Take this breath. Make me the wind. Let me die.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Relax. Try not to move. The light was blinding, like staring directly into the sun. Great angry dots of molten orange and crimson painted the interior of his eyelids as he flinched away reflexively. His throat convulsed as he gasped for air like sandpaper against sandpaper, raw and rough. You’re going to be okay, as far as I can tell. We’ve been feeding you a steady diet through the saline drip lead in your arm. It’s – quite frankly it’s amazing to watch your body recover as quickly as it is. Rebuilding muscle tissue in days that should be months. The awe in the voice did little to calm the frayed nerves that pounded against his temple. He risked the light a second time, and flinched away, this time more slowly than the first. He flexed his fingers and found coarse cotton, the standard free of hospital beds, draped thinly over his legs up to the base of his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, and dryly rasped until it seemed a great cloud of dust like the opening of an ancient pharaoh’s tomb would come billowing out rather than words. Don’t try to talk. You’re at Presbyterian Hospital, in New York. A small group of hunters found you in a cabin in the Appalachians. It is, to put it bluntly, a miracle that you’re still alive. Family! The word wrenched fresh pain from his throat that ran ragged electricity along his body and spastically stiffened his back against the inferno that it stoked behind his tonsils. He violently shuddered in place and felt two palms press firmly against his shoulders to hold him in place. I said relax! Dammit! You should be dead. By all accounts, you should be dead, I don’t care if you could regrow a severed head by God you should be dead, and your body is coming back to life, but it’s going to take time! He continued his violent, involuntary struggle against the man’s hands until he felt ice water slide into his left arm, just below the wrist. It reached icy creeks down his arms and pooled deep in his belly till it formed a deep blue lake over the hellish pain that had racked his body just moments earlier. As he calmed, he felt the pressure of the hands subside, till he was left alone amidst clouds with nothing but the air to support him. Your family has been here daily. An apartment in the building next store was donated to them until you recover. They’ll be in, in just a few hours. Is time linear? Does past and future exist now, with the present, each so thoroughly intertwined with one another to render them indistinguishable save by the limited perception of man? The time spent in clouds seemed to stretch into an infinity, the past no longer separate from the future, but rather an infinite now, disrupted only by the anxious and distant sound of thinly accented English spoken in an uproarious tone. My son! You will let me see my son! Sir, we don’t know how stable his immune system is ye-My boy! There was a loud clatter and a grunt as someone was shoved roughly against a wall, a poor forewarning to the flurry of words that came pounding through the previous tranquility like a jackhammer on a crisp autumn morning. Aristophanes! My boy! Back from the dead. Oh, my boy! It was a chorus of voices, three joined in seamless unity despite radical differences in timber, united by an underlying desperation. A need for confirmation. He hoarsely rasped unintelligible replies, someone interpreted to the most positive of all possible messages and heeded with many tears and sobbing proclamations of joy. He knew in the abstract, like a disjointed painting of the modernist era, that both his hands were held. But here among the clouds it was as ephemeral as the roar of the wind that kept him afloat. Day and night blended seamlessly here, where the glare of the sun gave way to the cold caress of the starlight. And Aristophanes danced with the moon like a long-lost lover and shivered in the absence of her caress as the silver gleam of the heavens gave way to the Stygian abyss of unconsciousness. And so hours stretched into days, and days stretched into infinity as his body hastily rebuilt itself; a wilted flower planted in fresh soil and permitted to struggle back into glory once more. And Aristophanes knew loneliness as infinity persisted with half-remembered dreams of love and family fleeing the touch of his mind’s fingertips. They caught the men responsible. All three of them. The dog was shot during their capture. They want a trial, they want justice. Who wants justice? The people. Why? Because a tremendous violence has been inflicted. What do they care? Were they not gathered in great crowds, just weeks earlier, demanding registration, imprisonment and experimentation? Now it’s different. How? Now there is a face. Is that all? Sometimes. Yes. So what next? Justice. For whom? You. What justice is there for me? Punishment on the wicked. Will that give me back my life? No. What justice is there for me? Prevention. Perhaps. Then for the people. What for the people? Justice. Justice? You can change the world. With you can come a new awareness. I’m no messiah. What are you? I don’t know. Decide. I need time. We’re moving you to the recovery ward in a day. Think.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The light that poured from the halogen lamp relentlessly beat down from the upper right corner of the room like a luminescent waterfall. Attached to a metal articulated arm, the lamp’s purpose was to illuminate every possible nook and cranny of the body, to banish away shadows that might hide some festering cause from a physician’s watchful gaze. The light glared brightly off the metal of the sink across the room, burned and fell flat against the dull off-white plastic wrapped around every corner and piece of furniture. The room was utterly devoid of life by purpose. The sterility was frightening. I hate doctor offices; the words rang hollow off the walls. He was only here because of the grace of the physicians that busied themselves within these sterile walls. He probed his new teeth, ceramic, in appreciation of the fact that they were there at all. It had been four weeks since he had been found shivering, naked and bloodied in the forest. As much as things had been kept quiet about the pace of his recovery, eventually word leaked, and spawned an ugly series of protests that persisted outside the fortress like walls of the hospital. The efforts of the crowd stood in stark contrast to the offers of assistance that continued to pour in. An eclectic mix of church groups, advocacy groups, rights groups and of course attorneys continued to reach out him. In that time he had begun to recover his strength. With a copious diet well in excess of 10,000 calories he had made up some of the lost weight, though he was a far cry from the athletic young man with dreams of playing on Saturday afternoons. Still, he had recovered his health well enough that his family had been able to return home, and discharge from the hospital was hinted at being just days away. These visits with his primary care physician at this point were a formality. Tracking the speed of his recovery, recommending which specialists be allowed to examine him, discussing what his next step would be when he was released. Still, it allowed for what approached normal conversation, and was appreciated. He brightened up considerably as the doctor opened the door.“Arms, good to see you. We’re admitting another patient into the recovery ward today…and we have our suspicions.”

To Dream of Dawn (ClockworkSoul & LiliPep)|rating:4.0

She likes the Attention -S6XS6X & Mature Desires

(Adam Dealers, 44 years old realtor and husband of 15 years, dusted off his golf clubs in the garage and put a few sleeves of balls in the zipper pocket before loading the gear into the trunk of his car. It was the perfect Spring day, and he had been dying to get out and play a round of golf with his buddies, and had apparently forgotten he had agreed to run an errand or two with his wife. Or maybe he did remember, but wanted to release a little stress on the course walking a few golf balls around and having a few beers. They could always run their errands another day right? Besides, it's not everyday you get invited to play at the premier country club across town that's super exclusive. He hoped his wife would understand. They had been having their issues, due to the pandemic and loss in work. Adam was no longer able to spoil his wife as much, take her to get her hair done, nails done as much. They had to budget their money, and he had a feeling his wife resented him a bit for it, but probably just used to their lavish lifestyle. He didn't mind help keep her youthful appearance, and intact loved how his friends called her the trophy wife. She certainly was his arm candy when they attended events, and he liked that people turned to check her out, making him feel like he was often the luckiest man in the world. Adam pulled out the garage shortly before 7 AM headed to the Country Club. If things went well, he would be back this afternoon, and still able to get a few things done around the house his wife wanted. His "Honey-Do" list seemed to be growing longer and longer as the pandemic extended into its second year. Arriving in the country club at 7:30 AM, he walked into the pro shop, grabbed a coffee to go and paid for his green fee and cart. He pulled out his phone and sent his wife a text, not wanting to have woken her when he crawled out of bed really early this morning. Hey Hun - Playing Golf with Rob and Garrett, hope you don't mind. I should be home around 2 PM. Let me know if you need anything on my way home? Love Ya! The morning and afternoon he didn't play well, but the cold beer and commodity with his golf buddies sure made up for it. As the round of golf was coming to a close, he reached for his phone to see if his wife had responded. (sighed as she read the text again on her phone from her husband. Part of her knew he was going to forget about the errands she had planned for them to do today. There were a few projects she had been mentioning to him in hopes he would find the motivation to complete them. She had hoped to go with him to the hardware store to discuss some new cabinets she felt their ensuite bathroom needed. Rubbing her head a little she had stopped applying her makeup as things had now changed. Shannon had hoped going out on their small excursion would be a great opportunity to show off her new makeup. Putting down her eyeliner pencil she picked up her phone and began to mull what to respond to him. You forgot we were going to the hardware store! I wanted to show you those cabinets I really liked online. We will have to schedule for another day The text was short, and hopefully he picked up on her frustration. Taking a moment to think, recenter herself and figure out what to do. Finally, she figured it out. Shannon was going to go to the store anyway and would text Adam afterward with what she wanted he would bring it home. Smiling to herself she went back to applying her eyeliner and finishing up her makeup. Shannon soon was picking up her purse and heading out the front door to her car. A quick drive over to the hardware store and Shannon was inside already looking around. She had caught a few glimpses of some guys checking her out or wondering why a woman was wandering through the hardware store. Dressed in tight form fitting low waist jeans they hugged her thin frame and showed off her cute little butt. A blouse gently accented her B cup breasts, and she had seen a few guys checking out her small ass. She smiled to herself pleased that at her age she was still getting looks. Shannon did try to take care of herself even if her husband had started to show less interest in her. Was it such a bad thing that Shannon was enjoying some of the attention from the other guys in the store. If she ever went out on her own she often smiled at the guys that would be a bit more open about checking her out. She liked the attention as Adam clearly wasn't giving her enough of it. Shannon had wandered into the bathroom area of the store and had been checking out some of the cabinets. She noticed a guy not too far away from her also doing some shopping. He was dressed like many of the contractors she had hired in the past. Walking over to him, she tapped him on the shoulder "Excuse me. Are you a contractor? Could you maybe help me I'm trying to pick out the right cabinets for my bathroom." She flashed him a big pearly white smile as she could see his eyes taking in the older woman that had approached him. Biting her lower lip she pressed him a little "I have a job at my house if you're interested.?" As Adam finished up his round of golf with his friends, he checked his phone seeing a text from his wife about their plans to go to the hardware store. Shit!! I knew I was forgetting something!he thought to himself. He figured if she found something she is like, she would order them, and he could pick them up when ready. No big Deal. He responded to her. Sorry Babe! I totally forgot about that! If you see something you like, order it, or if its in stock, have them deliver it, and we'll get someone to install! Hope your not mad I forgot!! I'll be home in about 2 hours or she quickly hit send, then told the guys he had enough time to grab a quick bite of wings and beers at the clubhouse, which was their hangout spot after a round of golf." Wife's out shopping for cabinets, so I have some time. Want to grab some wings and a beer before calling it a day?" Both of his friends nodded, "As long as you're paying. You had the worst score!" they teased. They made their way by golf cart to the clubhouse, and spent the next 2 hours downing wings and beer.2 and half hours later, Adam paid the tab, having the worst round of his 4 some. He got in his car, slightly buzzed but sober enough to drive home. It was a short 20-minute drive, and he texts his wife once again. Find anything you like at the hardware store? I'm headed home now, if traffic is good, should be home in about 20 min or so. Should I pick anything up for dinner? Was it bad that Shannon was bent over taking the contractor's hard cock when her husband texted her if she had found what she wanted at the hardware store. Shannon's ass clapped noisily against the man's hard powerful thrusts as she stayed bent over the bathroom counter. Looking at herself getting fucked by this stranger she had only met hours before turned her on more than she had ever felt before. Shannon also enjoyed watching herself get fucked and had not said anything when the man pulled out his phone to record a short moment for himself to Seymour later. Shannon moaned out as she felt two large slaps to her ass and then the man cumming hard inside her pussy. It leaked out and down her inner thigh as she ground out the last few drops of his cum. Shannon picked up her phone and texted her husband back Yes don't worry I found what I wanted, and I'm very happy! Shannon rolled her eyes at the thought of her husband. He was a good man, but just not what she wanted and needed in life right now. She was getting older and needed more attention as well as more compliments on her body, figure and how she wasn't aging as quickly as she believed she was. Needing some excitement Shannon couldn't believe how easy it had been to show a little skin, flirt a little and soon enough she had the man bending her over to fuck her better than her husband ever did. Shannon straightened up as the contractor tucked his cock back in his pants and thanked her for a nice tip. Shannon couldn't believe she was also paying the man (with her husband's money) to pretty much fuck her and put in some new cabinets. Shannon had never been more turned on watching the man build her bathroom the way she had begged her husband to do it for months. Shannon gave the contractor her number, but she was already debating whether to block or ignore him if he ever texted her. Shannon enjoyed the quickie and one time hook up. She waved goodbye to him and let him squeeze her ass once more before he left. His truck pulled around the corner just as she watched her husband's car come around the other corner and pull into the driveway. Shannon smiled and waved to her husband and kissed him with the same lips she had wrapped around the contractor's cock just an hour before. Shannon welcomed him home"How was your golf game honey?" Shannon had already let her initial angry feelings disappear as the great fucking she had gotten earlier had put her in a great mood now. Adam pulled into the garage, popped the trunk and took out his golf clubs and set them against the garage wall. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the garage and entered into the house, kicking his shoes off, twisting off the bottle top and chugging a big sip. A bit taken back by his wife's surprisingly cheerful mood, not at all what he expected, as he had his mind made up she was going to be bothered and upset that he flaked on the trip to Home Depot to find cabinets. Hey Hun! Eh, played decently. Not as well as Rob, but really enjoyed playing at the country club. How was the rest of your day? He greeted her with a kiss, other than noticing her hair was a bit messy, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He traveled towards the bedroom, feeling a bit sweaty, he was going to shower. Furthermore, he froze in his tracks when he saw the new bathroom." Holy Shit!.... How did you get this done today? He scratched his head in bewilderment. New cabinets in their master bath, along with grant tops. He turned the shower on as he ran his fingers along the smooth counter tops, impressed at the craftsmanship." How did you get somebody to install this same day? Garrett who is a contractor said everyone in the business is swamped these days! He couldn't even come do it for us for weeks!"he truly was impressed at whatever miracle his wife had worked while he was out playing golf. Getting undressed, his heel unknowingly stepped in a drop of cum that was left over on the tile floor. He assumed it was just a wet spot of water. Firing up the shower he stepped inside, soaking and enjoying the heat from the hot shower. Shannon smirked at her husband as he came in the front door and took off his shoes and came and gave her a kiss. It was the same mouth she had wrapped around the contractor's big hard cock as she sucked him off hungrily for his big hot sticky load. She wondered if Adam could taste the cum and cock on her mouth or not." My day was fine. I managed to meet a contractor at the hardware store, and he agreed to come out and do the work. I hope you don't mind me paying him a little extra so he could do the job today. Furthermore, I do think maybe I should call him to come back out tomorrow or soon just to take another look and make sure everything is installed properly!" Shannon flashed him a mischievous smile that mostly came across as a pleased wife happy that the job she had been bugging him for months to get sorted out, she had gotten fixed in a day. It did cost her having to give up her commitment to her marriage, but Shannon was finding she needed to explore new things in life. Shannon noticed his footstep in a small puddle of cum, and suddenly she was on high alert worried he might find some evidence of what she had done earlier." Did you want a beer honey? Come downstairs let's relax together!" She said encouragingly as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the bathroom before he could notice any other cum stains. Shannon took him downstairs and got him seated in his favorite chair. Disappearing off she got him a beer and soon returned with it opened for him." Did you want to watch your sports or something sweetie?" She asked him as her phone was starting to buzz as the contractor was already sending her dick pics hoping to get some sexy shots in return. Adam scrunched his face, puzzled at what had gotten into his wife. Not only did he flake on their plans to go to the hardware store, but she was now insisting he have a seat in his recliner in the den, have a beer and watch the game." Damn, everything Ok babe? I mean not only did I play golf instead of get the cabinets ordered and hung, but you're bringing me beer and insisting I watch the game? I could get used to this!!" He smiled and took the beer she brought him, popping the top and taking a long swig of it, before playfully grabbing her ass and a left spank."Who's the contractor? Obviously he works quick and did one hell of a job to do all of that in one day. I know you spend money wisely, and probably got him to do it for cheap. If he needs to come again, I'm OK with that!" Adam pulled his wife onto his lap, setting the beer down as he found the remote to channel surf for the college football game. Shannon's phone began buzzing, several times. Adam ignored the first few times, but curiosity got the best of him after a few minutes."Who's that babe?" Shannon giggled a little as her husband seemed to become suspicious for a few moments. "Oh honey. While it would have been nice if you had remembered to come with me, it's not something I need to get angry with you about, and I don't want to fight either." She flashed him a warm smile as her mind wandered remembering the contractor's big cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy as her juices ran down her inner thighs (Biting her lower lip she held back the desire to embrace the memories and let herself get lost in her daydreaming. She didn't want her husband becoming too suspicious of what she was doing. As Adam continued to ask about the contractor Shannon brushed off his questions a bit. "Oh just some guy I met at the store. He was very nice and as I said I'm sure you don't mind paying him a bit extra to come in and do it all in such short notice." Shannon smirked at her husband unaware he was about to pay the man that had fucked his wife earlier. Shannon couldn't believe he was already agreeing to have him come out again. "I'll make sure to look around for some other jobs he can come and fix up as well." Shannon felt him pull her into his lap, and she wriggled her butt in his lap. Shannon had been sexting more with the contractor, but soon she heard Adam's curiosity get the better of him inquiring why her phone was buzzing so much. "Oh it's just Amanda. She's telling me about a date she went on the other night." Shannon said lying to her husband as she sent another quick message to the man saying how badly she wanted his big hard cock to fill her up again. She quickly arranged for him to come out Monday a few hours after Adam would leave for work. She grinned to herself as the contractor said he was going to be bringing her some nice things to say thank you for her nice welcoming nature. Shannon giggled a little more to herself as she fantasized more about the contractor filling her hole once again and making her cum all over his big cock deep inside her. After grinding around on Adam's lap for a bit she got up "So what did you want to do for dinner tonight?" Shannon was now feeling horny again after rubbing herself all over her husband. The contractor had certainly satisfied her earlier, but now she wanted it again. Looking down at Adam she wondered if he wanted sex or just wanted to watch his football game. If he wasn't interested Shannon had several toys in their bedroom she would go and get herself off on until later. Adam a bit tired, couldn't say no to his wife grinding on his lap, and slowly became aroused. He chalked the phone's constant buzzing alerts as Amanda relaying some juicy or steamy date details to her best friend. Part of him was curious at what length did two women discuss dates and their intimate life. But his hardening cock under his wife's butt was now his focus." who can focus on dinner when I have dessert sitting on my lap!?" He gave her round ass a playful smack. "We can order out, pizza or Chinese? But first why dint you take care of this bulge in my pants?!" "Take those clothes off babe!" He instructed as he began to unzip his own pants and wiggle them and his boxers down off his hips. He slowly stroked his average 6" throbbing cock watching his wife undress Shannon watched him eagerly push down his pants and reveal his cock. The contractor earlier had a few inches on Adam and was a bit thicker than him as well. Deciding it didn't hurt having sex twice in a day wasn't a bad thing. She winked at him and soon undressed herself. Running her hands up and down her body she smiled seeing her husband's cock twitch eagerly at the sight of her naked body. Moving in between his legs Shannon moved up close to his cock. "Just relax honey." she said as she leaned in and took his cock in her mouth. Since he was smaller Shannon found it easier to suck his cock and work her tongue all along his shaft. Shannon could hear the moans coming from his mouth, and she glanced up to see him switching between watching her, the TV and closing his eyes as she danced her tongue all around his cock head. Giggling a little with his cock in her mouth Shannon continued to give her husband a blowjob. It was the second cock she had sucked that day, and she could tell he had no idea her mouth had been wrapped around a big hard pole only hours earlier. After sucking him off for another few minutes she climbed into his lap. Lowering herself down she felt him work his cock into her pussy and leaning to the side so he could watch TV Shannon started to bounce her hips fucking his hard cock grinding against his shaft. Adam bit his lip hard watching his wife eagerly give him a sloppy, teasing blow job. Only when she was horny did she eagerly give him such delightful oral pleasure. He had to focus on the game and squeeze every muscle in his lower half not to cum too early. But as she slowly withdrew his throbbing cock from her lips to climb on top, he knew he wouldn't last long. He never did, unless piss drunk." Fuck you are so wet" he moaned as she plunged down on him. He caressed her hips and ass as she bounced on his cock, noticing she wasn't as tight as normally. In fact he felt his cock slip out once or twice. "Damn your so wet baby! Go easy so I don't cum fast!" He pleaded, having no idea his wife's pussy had been used and abused by a much larger cock hours before. He also knew she wouldn't hold back, no matter how hard Adam tried to control the pace, Shannon would go as hard and as fast as she needed to get off. A minute later, Adams toes curled, his hands dug into her soft hips. "Fuck.... I'm cumming babe!" Shannon felt his cock slide inside her, but it was different this time. After being stretched out earlier, she found Adam to be less enjoyable and the entire time she was thinking about that big hard cock she had taken earlier. Shannon wasn't surprised when Adam soon mentioned he was about to cum, and she sat down on his shaft feeling it empty itself deep inside her pussy. She ground around on his cock a little longer and then climbed off of his lap. Seeing that her husband was pleased with himself for cumming, while not really caring if she had gotten off. Shannon didn't care as she was dying to sext more with the contractor in her room while she used a toy on herself." I'm going to go get cleaned up. Enjoy your game sweetie." she leaned in and kissed him on the lips and left her husband to watch his sports game. Shannon was already on her phone sexting him more telling him how she had just been fucked by her husband, but had thought about him the whole time. Shannon bit her lower lip as she locked herself in the bedroom and quickly pulled out one of her dildos. Using it on her clit and wet pussy she continued to send sexts and pictures to the man she had only just met that day. Shannon felt bad that he was only saved in her phone as 'Contractor' and it was how she wanted to keep it, a hardworking man with a big cock ready to fill her mature pussy. Shannon grinned to herself hearing her husband cheer in the other room unaware his wife was texting with another man and showing off her used pussy begging for the man to come by tomorrow and fuck her again. Shannon had a few small jobs around the house she could have him do. Shannon couldn't quite understand why he laughed when she sent him money from the joint bank account that was for the work he had done that day. Shannon admitted she would pay him every time he would come out if he were to fix or build something as well as having full access to her whenever he wanted. Adam came hard, the wave of orgasmic bliss quickly faded to guilt and shame realizing how quickly he had cum, his wife giving him the usual look of "it's OK Honey" when in reality he knew she was left wet, horny and unsatisfied. He reluctantly let her off his lap, limp dick falling weakly on his lap as he saw his college football team get scored on again, now down 14-0. "Fuck" he let out softly, as Shannon hips swayed seductively out of sight, and Adam went to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned, his team had cut the lead in half, resulting in "Alta' Baby, let's Go!" and a few pound hand claps!!. As the game went to commercial, Adam couldn't help but dwell on the idea that his wife's pussy, while as wet as it was, didn't feel quite the same. She didn't feel quite as upset or bothered that he came and left her hanging either. Something seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He sipped his beer and after the game, found his wife reveling on the bed, texting away." Hey Hun, everything OK?" he smiled. "Really appreciated the spontaneous sex earlier.... Love it actually!! Just wanted to check in with you to see if everything was OK?" Shannon had quickly gotten herself comfortable on her bed with one of her favorite toys and began to eagerly play with herself occasionally sending lewd pictures of the dildo stuffed inside her pussy to the contractor. She got off several times and by the time Adam had come by the bedroom she was changed and relaxing against the wall of pillows that was on their bed. She smiled a bit dreamily at him as her pussy and clit were throbbing with pleasure. "I'm fine baby. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." she winked at him and turned her attention back to her phone. Shannon was currently having the contractor compare his cock to various things so she could see just how enormous he really was. She couldn't get the image and feeling of his cock instantly stretching her out of her mind. She needed to experience that feeling again. Shannon mostly kept to herself that night and found Adam seemed happy with his sports and having a quickie earlier. Shannon fell asleep barely giving her husband a kiss goodnight. Her mind was already dreaming about that big cock she had felt earlier that day and that she couldn't wait to feel him again the next day. The next day Shannon was up early and working hard to get Adam out the door and off to work. She knew the contractor wouldn't be by for a little while, but she wanted to make sure nothing was going to screw up today. Giving him kisses and little love squeezes Shannon happily encouraged her husband to get ready and get off to work. She was already looking around their place for a few jobs the contractor could work on at the same time. Shannon didn't want to feel she was exclusively just paying him for sex. Adam climbed into bed and reluctantly realizing tomorrow was Monday which meant he had ti set his alarm for 7:30AM to get up for work. After spending 30 minutes or so scrolling through Facebook, he finally put his phone to charge, got under the covers and drifted off to sleep, as he replayed the perfect weekend over in his mind. Stuff got done around the house while he had found time to play golf, spend time with friends, he got to watch some sports and even got fucked by his wife. Life was great!! The next day Adam was up, showered dressed and making his coffee and lunch in the Kitchen when he heard Shannon up. Normally she would still be in bed when he was leaving for work, but today she was up earlier, Which struck Adam as odd. He grabbed the coffee from the counter, his keys and briefcase and gave Shannon a kiss on the forehead. "Love ya Babe!" and a playful lass grab before being on his way. 45 minute commute during rush hour traffic and Adam was at his office, ready to take on his day. Shannon smirked as she felt her husband pat her butt as he left the house. Shannon's mind was already focused on what she was hoping to enjoy later that day. She waved goodbye to her husband and shut the front door. Shannon almost felt a wave of relief wash over her once Adam was out the door. Shannon picked up her phone and sent a text to the contractor letting him know she was available and ready for him. She also reminded him of a few jobs she had found for him to work on as well. Unfortunately it was doubtful he would get to those once he got down to work filling Shannon's holes. Shannon busied herself throughout the morning cleaning up a little as well as doing her makeup and hair a little. When the doorbell rang she felt a rush through her body and she grinned walking to the front door. Opening it she smiled out at the big buff contractor she was quickly falling for. She had also noticed the big bulge in the front of his jeans, and she barely had a chance to greet him, and he was already all over her kissing her and feeling up her body. It might have been a mistake telling him he had full access to her. It was obviously what he had on the mind already. Shannon soon found herself in minutes on her knees in front of him as he undid his pants and took out his big thick shaft for her to suck on. Adam prepared a PowerPoint slide show he needed for his meeting at 2 PM this afternoon. But the files he was looking for were nowhere on his laptop. "Fuck!!" he slammed closed his laptop, wondering how the files he had been working on the past week were suddenly gone. It then dawned on him that he had transferred the PowerPoint presentation to a thumb drive and had left in on the kitchen counter this morning as he rushed out of the house. He glanced at his watch. If he hurried, he could get home, grab the thumb drive and make it back in time for his presentation. He quickly grabbed his keys, told his secretary he had to rush home and to forward any calls to his cell phone. A quick 20-minute drive, and he pulled into the driveway, noticing a contractor van parked out at the curb(didn't mention she was getting more stuff done today, did she?he thought, but had no time to dwell on it. He quickly scurried up the front porch steps, unlocked the door and dashed from the foyer to the Kitchen. "Babe!, Shannon?" he called out...the house was eerily quiet except for some movement in the back by the laundry room. Adam spotted the gold foil of a magnum condom wrapper next to the trash can, and looked like some gobs of milk or white substance spilled on the floor. As he tiptoed around the mess, he grabbed the thumb drive, but the condom he saw left a sickening feeling in his gut. It certainly wasn't his, He hadn't used protection with Shannon in 10 years. And he wasn't large enough to wear this brand. "Shannon?" he called out again, wondering what she was up to, now a little worried.(Shannon was starting to get sloppy already, and she had only cheated on Adam twice, but she was too eager to fool around that she hadn't cleaned up the condom wrapper as well as the cum puddles they had soon made as Shannon fucked the contractor around the house. As she was taking his big cock from behind on her bed (she heard the sound of Adam's car pulling up to the house, and she peeked out of the window to confirm her dreadful feeling. "Fuck!" she said loudly only to feel the contractor pound her harder unaware of what was happening. Shannon pushed off of him "Fuck he's here! Go hide!" she said as she felt his huge shaft slide out of her soaking wet pussy. Shoving him towards their walk-in closet she shut the door and hopped quickly on the bed. Spreading her legs she rubbed herself (as she watched the bedroom door open and Adam walk in. As he questioned her about the condom wrapper Shannon played it off dumbly. "Oh really?! You know I was out putting the garbage out, and I must have stepped on it or something. I saw Randy from next door had been out putting his garbage out as well. Maybe he had dropped it?" Shannon said weakly to him." Come on honey. Why are you asking about that? Your wife is here spread open waiting for you." she said and reached between her naked legs and rubbed her fingernails over her well-used pussy. Shannon smiled at Adam and slid two fingers inside her wet snatch and rubbed herself letting out an overplayed moan as she grinned at her husband. Adam stood there in disbelief, was this what his wife did regularly, wait until he left to get her self off? He scratched his head, not really buying the story about stepping on the condom wrapper when she was outside taking out the trash. But the sight of her wet fingers and pussy lips glistening distracted him just long enough for those questions to fade to the back of his mind." Honey, wow your so fucking hot... I really have to get back to work though" he looked at his watch, he had 30 minutes before his meeting was scheduled to start. His dick begged him for a quickie, and so he gave in." Look It has to be quick, k?" He begins to Unzip zip his pants and push his boxers down. " Get on your hands and knees, let me fuck you doggy style" he smiled, patting the edge if the bed as she crawled over, ass up in the air inviting Adams now hard cock between her cheeks and wet folds. He was the true definition of a minute man, and no sooner had he grabbed her hips, and started to thrust hard and fast, he was cumming inside his wife's pussy. He barely had time to wipe his dick on a towel in the bathroom, kiss her on the forehead and hurry back downstairs to gran the thumb drive and hustle back to work. The red contractor van catching his eye, he would make note of it and ask Shannon where this guy was later tonight. Shannon grinned as she could see her husband couldn't say no to some sex, and she eagerly flipped over onto her hands and knees. She moaned extra loud and sold it a bit too much of how good he was. As he came inside her, she could see the contractor between the slits in the closet door watching her. Shannon smiled and waved goodbye to Adam as he grabbed his stuff and got ready heading out the door. Peering out the window Shannon waited until his car drove off before walking over and letting the contractor out of the closet. With his cock still hard Shannon squatted down in front of him and eagerly got back to work sucking and worshiping her new favorite toy. Moaning on his cock she sucked him off for a few minutes and then got up. Shannon felt him bend her over in a standing position and slid his cock into her soaked pussy. Adam had still left her quite wet and his small load seemed to only act as lube for Eric's (The contractor) big shaft to slide even easier into her mature pussy. Shannon's excited now true moans came out, and she bounced back and forth as he tilted her up into a standing position so she was almost impaled on his huge cock inside her. It made her tremble in his strong grasp as she was bounced up and down on his cock. Eventually he walked her forward with his cock inside her and bent her over the bed. Shannon screamed and moaned into the bed as she felt him slam into her again and again fucking her faster and harder until she felt his big thick load empty inside of her. Shannon groaned out feeling his potent seed fill her up. When he slid out of her Shannon's pussy was gaping wide open. She watched him go and sit down telling her to come and clean him off. Shannon did as she was told and crawled across the bed to where Adam usually slept and moved between Eric's legs. Taking his cock in her hands she leaned in and got to work sucking and licking his shaft clean. She looked up to see him snapping a few photos with his phone of her mouth wrapped around his big shaft. Adam made it back in the office just intimate for his PowerPoint presentation, which went over fairly well except he kept losing his focus. He couldn't help but feel something was off earlier, catching his wife master baiting early in the day, the gold condom wrapper on the floor. His gut told him she was lying, but she had never lied to him before, or at least to his knowledge. Still, he couldn't wrap his head around it. The more he thought about it, she felt different when he did fuck her, but he couldn't quite explain it. Adam let out a long sigh, the last thing he wanted to think that his wife was lying and cheating on him. Surely there was a logical explanation. He decided he would ask her this evening after dinner, to see what was going on, and maybe it was all in his head. Adam decided to leave early, trying to beat the normal 5 PM rush hour traffic home. He logged off at 4:30 and headed home, deciding to pick up pizza and wine for his wife for dinner. The smell of pizza had his mouth watering as he pulled into the driveway, briefcase in one hand, pizza and wine in the other. "Honey, I'm Home. Picked up Pizza, and your favorite bottle of wine!" he called out, suddenly getting a nervous pit in his stomach. He was rethinking asking his wife if she was cheating. This could just open up a whole can of worms or create a big argument and that would be the last thing Adam wanted. Maybe he would just forget the whole thing. He sat the box of pizza on the kitchen Island, and placed the wine in the freezer to chill for a few minutes. Shannon appeared and smiled happily at her husband "Hi baby!" She hugged him and grinned "Ohh really? My favorite? You're amazing!" she said with a little giggle and pinched his butt. Walking off into the kitchen Shannon seemed to have a different bounce in her step. It was mostly due to her being fucked for several hours by Eric and being left in a hot mess of herself on the bed. She had cleaned up within half an hour of Adam showing up. She smirked to herself pleased that she had managed to have a successful fuck with someone all day. Furthermore, she did feel bad that she had sent almost a $1000 of Adam's hard worked money to Eric for pretty much fucking her all day. While she had tried to give him jobs to finish or work on, he seemed to always end up back fucking Shannon somewhere in the house instead. By the end of the day he had done nothing but sleep with Shannon and eat her food when he was hungry. Shannon just happily waved goodbye to him as he left the house her pussy throbbing with pleasure from how good he had been with her all day. Shannon poured herself a glass and then took out a plate for herself for pizza. It seemed she was fairly focused on herself not bothering to get anything for Adam. Getting herself a slice she happily bounced off into the living room to sit down and eat. Taking a big drink from her wine glass she turned on the TV and almost seemed to forget and ignore that Adam was there. While she had managed to clean up the majority of the house, unfortunately she wasn't that good and there were still some cum stains in certain places and a few condom wrappers she hadn't taken fully outside to the garbage bin. By the 6th time she had been fucked by Eric that day they had gone through all the condoms and Shannon had let him fuck her raw at least 3 more times. She kind of regretted giving him that Viagra that kept him hard all day. Adam helped himself to two slices of pizza and wine, a bit taken back that Shannon just left him in the kitchen and headed into the den without asking how his day was. She seemed giddy, like a child on their birthday, or someone with great news, or big surprise, but to just turn and leave him talking about his presentation to himself, well, felt a bit rude. What is she up to?he wondered as he made his way to the Den, he set his plate down on the coffee table and sat on the couch next to his wife. That's when he spotted a familiar gold speck under the edge of the couch. That triggered his memory of the gold condom wrapper he had found earlier in the day by the kitchen hall. Adam quickly jumped down on all fours to look at it, sure enough it was the top half of another condom wrapper. His stomach sank, his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest as his brain was flooded with questions. He began to stammer, trying to get 100 questions out in one sentence."OK, Shannon.... What the Hell is this? THIS!!??" he held up the sliver of condom wrapper, putting it in her hands as he stood arms folded, in disbelief. He knew she was hiding something earlier in the day, his senses told him so. But finding a second one, there was no way she could have a logical explanation. He couldn't think the unimaginable was possible. "Did you .... Did you have someone over? Was it the contractor? Please tell me you aren't fucking him...." his hands shaking in disbelief. Never in a million years would he think his wife would cheat on him. She was super sexual, but Adam thought their Sex life was decent enough, and she had plenty of toys if she needed more. He took a seat on the love seat, waiting for her response, and his palm slide on the arm of the seat, right into a glob of semi-dried cum. Shannon almost choked on the pizza in her mouth when Adam quickly came back up from the couch holding another condom wrapper. She cursed herself again knowing she had been getting way too sloppy at this. Shannon now knew this was it she had to come clean to him and let him decide how things were going to play out. Shannon felt bad about it, but she had feelings and needs and if Adam couldn't play along well she just needed to move on. She slowly finished the bite of pizza in her mouth and then put the half-eaten slice down. "Okay Adam we need to talk." she said plainly not reacting much to his rising anger." I have needs. A lot of needs. And while yes I love you and all that we have together I need more. Now when I say more I mean I need more in the bedroom. You're good.but. It's not enough for me. The toys just don't do it either. I'm sorry Adam but yes I did fuck the contractor but look at the amazing job he did!" Shannon tried to justify why cheating on her husband was ok. "I know what I want Adam. I can't be with just one man for the rest of my life. I love you and I love our marriage, but don't you want me to be fully satisfied in the bedroom? Adam he was like twice as big as you and was practically carrying me around the house on his dick! You can barely pick me up. I love what we have in the bedroom and I don't want to take that away from us, but I want to maybe bring in some other guys that can really help me feel satisfied. Can you go along with this just for me?" Shannon batted her eyelashes at him. It was a lot to lay out for him and just was asking a lot, but Shannon was trying hard to show him the positives and bonuses to her hooking up with some other men. The color in Adam's face quickly disappeared as his wife Shannon divulged a huge truth bomb, leaving him weak in the knees and pale looking in the face. At a loss for words, and losing his appetite, he ran his hands through his hair trying to make sense of it all. His pride crushed, his sense of being a man deprived, like a punch to the gut. He didn't know where to start, yet needed answers. All he could murmur at the moment was "Why?", his eyes developing tears, but he refused to let them trickle down his cheek. After a long sigh, regaining his composure, he bombarded her with pleading questions." Why Shannon, WHY? I love you, and of course I want you to be happy! And I know I'm not the best in bed, but if the toys didn't make you Happy, why didn't you tell me? You always seemed happy, the moans, orgasmed, when we used toys.... I... I this aren't you...."...he paused to gather his thoughts. "So you didn't pay for the bathroom and new cabinets? You fucked for it?" He couldn't even fathom his wife stooping so low. But part of him thought the thousands the work costs could be spent for other things, and maybe sex for renovations wasn't a bad trade-off. His anger and feelings of betrayal soon calmed down, and he couldn't shake the feelings of jealousy, and hearing his wife brag how big he was, double his size. Holy fuck that's insane!he tried envisioning what a cock that size would look like, and knew she was probably exaggerating, or was she? The guys who wore the magnum condoms were definitely bigger than most." I'm not happy you betrayed me, but we have ti set some ground rules. He has to wear a condom OK? And I would appreciate it if you didn't, you know.go down on him." He shuttered at the thought that he may have kissed his wife after she had another men cock in her mouth." I want to meet him also. Need to make sure he's safe....not saying I want to watch but at least be part of the decision if this is what it has come to." He felt his own cock twinge a bit with jealousy. Shannon was not surprised her husband went through a range of emotions. As he seemed to battle at first with sadness and anger she was soon surprised to see him suddenly shift to asking to meet the man. Suddenly she wondered if he could see the potential possibilities of what she was starting to get into. While it was dangerous she couldn't help herself and needed that fun as well as variety now of men. The contractor was good, but she wanted more. "Look I know you can see it from my eyes. If I can find some decent guys to hook up with maybe they can help us out a bit as well? Free work on the house, maybe gifts for others things, I don't know. I promise if you are okay with this then I will have you meet each man. We can make this work I promise Adam!" Shannon shifted on her seat now showing the most amount of interest and desire she had shown in some time especially in front of him. It was like a new light had turned on inside her once she had started to notice he was getting okay with the idea of her sleeping around. "Adam I love you and this is only going to show how much our bond with each other is just that strong if not even stronger now!" Shannon grabbed his hand squeezing it with a look of urgency in her eyes. "I promise this is only going to make our relationship even better! Good things come to those that wait right?" she said with a grin. Tugging him down next to her, she snuggled closer to him. "We can do some research and find the right guys for me." Shannon tilted her head and rested it against his shoulder as she felt a little more relaxed now. He wasn't completely on board and Shannon knew this was going to take some serious work, research and commitment to keep him on board and interested. Shannon knew Eric the contractor was a good start, now all she needed to do was find someone that was willing to spend a bit on her. "Enjoying the pizza baby?" she said as her hand went down to softly massage his crotch and bulge. Shannon was a bit surprised and happy to see he had gotten a bit hard during their conversation. As much as Adam hated the idea of random men treating his wife like a sex doll, he hated to be in financial debt and stressing over bills even more. He still had a difficult time trying to wrap his brain around the idea. Would it really make their bond stronger? He pondered that, not realizing their bond was pretty fractured as is, and by the sounds of it, his wife truly wasn't happy or satisfied, especially sexually. But having some control of the situation, maybe vetting and helping to select whom she did stuff with, he would have control over things. He felt very out of control at that very moment, over his life, marriage and most of all his emotions. As Shannon nuzzled up next to him, he couldn't help but smile. Though attention like this was rare, he loved the affection. He nuzzled her back, feeling his arousal set in when her hand moved to his crotch. It was harder than it should have been, and his wife spotted it. "Yes, we definitely need to do research, and be picky about who you do what with. Not only for your safety, but what if word gets out and someone in our family or friends hears about this? God... Could you imagine? We have to be super discrete!"" The pizza is good, baby" he lied, it was cold by now. What was good was the way Shannon knew how to manipulate her husband with the most tantalizing and teasing rubs of his bulge through his pants. He let out a soft moan. "Maybe we make a profile or something, cater it to wealthy people? Take a few risqué pictures that are discrete, so nobody will know your true identity?" He started imagining her on a date with another guy, how she may seduce him the way she could easily seduce himself. His cock was throbbing harder and harder by now. Shannon couldn't tell if her hand rubbing his crotch was causing him to get harder or talking more about her plan. Either way she was glad to see he had pushed passed the initial anger and feelings of betrayal. Shannon figured if she could just show him more of the perks of her sleeping around and the things she could get would only help show him it was worthwhile and hopefully would pay off financially for them. "Of course sweetie we can make sure this stays discrete. Trust me nobody in the family is going to find out or our neighbors. Everything will be done away from the house from now on. Hotels, motels or anything like that. Yes I think we should look at setting up a profile for myself." She winked up at him and nuzzled more against his shoulder and neck as she finished her last bite of the pizza slice she wanted. Putting it down she returned her attention to his crotch. Seeing his bulge she smirked and undid his pants. Letting out his hard cock Shannon went back down on him. Sucking him off for a few seconds she then sat back up and pointed to his phone. "Why don't you work on setting up a profile now for me? We can take pictures soon. What outfit do you think I should wear? Lingerie or more like an evening dress?" Shannon asked him as she turned her attention back to his cock and bent back over. Giving Adam a blowjob she bobbed her head moaning and occasionally opening her mouth to say "yes" or "no" to certain questions Adam would ask while he tried his best to work on setting up her profile. Shannon should have probably done it herself as by the time he had said it was ready, and she looked over it, Shannon felt he was almost pimping her out as a common prostitute, but deep down she found it hot and liked his lack of description making the profile seem even more available. After she made him blow his load in her mouth Shannon swallowed it and sat up. Winking at Adam she took his hand and led him to their bedroom. With his cock hanging out she imagined what it was going to be like taking men into hotel rooms and fucking them in hopes of establishing a relationship and hopefully finding a few sugar daddies to make her feel even happier. Shannon had Adam snap photo's of her in a full black lingerie set he had bought her, and she had barely worn for him and even a few of her favorite cocktail and evening dresses. Many were worn on previous dates with Adam when they were younger, but many had not been worn in years. Surprisingly Shannon still looked great in all of them and liked how Adam was able to snap some good shots of her body. After they agreed on certain pictures the profile was uploaded and soon Shannon's adult profile was available, and she couldn't wait for the first guy to contact her. Shannon wasn't surprised Adam was tired after cumming earlier and went to bed. Shannon stayed up as after only a half hour of her profile being up she was already getting messages from all sorts of men. Adam grabbed his phone and set up an account for his wife; having the hardest time concentrating as his wife expertly teased his cock, knowing exactly what to do, touch, say to get the answers she wanted. "I think a sexy cocktail dress, with lots of cleavage would get you attention. Something with a high slit. You have great legs, show them off. There was a black one you used to have that your ass looked amazing in. With some sexy "Fuck Me" heels...." He grunted...."Oh, god... Just imagining you like that makes me want to cum in your mouth!!" He was barely able to set up the profile before he was coming in Shannon's throat, hard pulsing waves of cum, which hinted just how much the whole thought of it turned him on. But there was a big difference between him fantasizing about it, and his wife actually fucking other men." I think it would be best to fuck the guys somewhere safe, but where I can watch, or at least hear. To be there in case you needed help. Can't be too safe now, plenty of weirdo's and serial killers out there babe" he kissed her salty lips as she leads him from the living room into the bedroom. Adam loved how amazing she looked in the black lingerie, and was actually a bit jealous she only wore it once for him. He snapped a few cell phone pics to add them to the profile before He handed her his phone so she could review it, and make changes to it.(took a few teasing pictures, her covering her naked breast, or shaved pussy, wanting to leave a lot to the imagination for guys to drool over. He left many details valued, but listed her height and approx weight, breast size and also mentioned her best assets were her luscious lips, full natural breast and an ass to die for. Crawling into bed, he was quick to pass out, not realizing his wife stayed up and was already flirting and getting messages. Shannon reviewed her profile as quick messages started to come in. Most weren't particularly interesting, and she figured as much there were plenty of guys out there that wouldn't make the cut. Shannon continued to update her profile adding in more interests, curiosities, and kinks she wanted to try out. She fleshed out more of the profile adding in more details and being a lot more to the point. She wasn't looking for a quick easy hook up, but it was hard when a big body builder with a model like face is sending you dick pics while a man actually looking for a sugar baby spent the time to write out a well written introduction of himself and what he was looking for. By midnight Shannon was mostly only talking to just the two guys. Jay the body builder was young and much younger than her only at 20 years old, but he was already packing what looked to be an almost foot long cock. His body was dreamy, but he seemed a douchebag and very focused on wanting to meet up and fuck. Victor was an older man that was quite wealthy and had been looking for someone to be his arm candy and dates for events. He wasn't looking for some dumb 18-year-old bimbo, but someone that was a bit older and could handle themselves around the older crowd. He was willing to give her whatever she wanted, which immediately sparked her interest. Shannon was a bit curious as to his specifics of wanting her to look a certain way for the events. Shannon was already diving herself deeper than she should have agreeing quickly to meet up with him and discuss details. Jay however had convinced Shannon to take a few naked selfies and send them to him. She had decided to upload one of her tits to the profile as well, and she took another one of her pussy squeezing out against her tight little thong. It showed the outline of her puffy pussy, and she uploaded it as well. Getting tired Shannon put the phone away while it still lit up with messages. Her profile was already a hit and plenty of men were trying their shot at catching her attention. Shannon fell asleep quickly dreaming of hooking up with other men. She mostly dreamed of Jay and running her hands over that huge body of his and feeling that big cock of his splitting her apart. Shannon woke up in the morning panting as she had been fucking Jay hard in her dreams and had just let him finish inside of her when she woke up. Sighing she rested her head back against her pillow and closed her eyes for a few moments. Reaching over to check her phone her eyes went wide seeing just how many messages she had received overnight. Adam woke up the next day before Shannon. After his shower and shave, he couldn't help but notice the beeps and vibrating coming occasionally from her phone on the night stand. Had to be over a dozen dings in the 5 minutes he got dressed in the bedroom. His curiosity getting the better of him, he quietly grabbed her phone from the charger and snuck into the bathroom with it to take a peek at who was blowing up her phone. His jaw hit the floor as he nearly dropped the phone in the sink seeing the amount of messages she had in less than 12 hours and the brashness and vulgarest of one in particular, some steroid fused body builder named Jay. Good Lord, this guy is half her age!!he thought looking at his profile. He could see why she would be attracted to hi, and his muscles. But there was no way the dick picks he sent were real, were they? Only a porn star would have a mammoth cock like that! Adam grabbed at his own cock in his pants nervously as he thought of Shannon with someone like Jay. Scrolling more he saw she had sent some very naughty pictures, none that Adam took. This started to get Adam more jealous and upset as this wasn't discussed with him. Shannon wasn't even sticking to the rules that they both would make decisions and decide on who she would see and what the arrangements would be. He quickly decided to return the phone to the night stand before his wife awoke, and headed downstairs to start to make coffee and eggs for breakfast. Like clockwork, as breakfast was just about finished, he heard movement upstairs from the bedroom. Shannon must be up. He decided he would confront her about the X-rated pictures she sent and see where her head was at with all this when she came down for breakfast. Shannon woke up unaware Adam had already started going through her phone. It was pretty bad that the first guys he had started messaging was hung like a horse and had the body of an Olympian. While his way of speaking to her was much to be desired for, it was obvious Shannon was hooked on wanting to try out such a big cock. Shannon went into the bathroom and did her morning routine and got dressed. Heading downstairs she found Adam already awake and making breakfast. Shannon was already on her phone sending a few messages to Jay and some of the other men. It was obvious that Shannon's profile was a huge hit and was gathering plenty of attention. Whether it was the right attention or not was still to be determined." Good morning sweetie." she said walking by him while sending off another text to Jay about how badly she wanted to feel that monster of his inside her. Shannon was certainly all talk so far, but it was to be seen how well she could handle such a large tool. Shannon began to make her own coffee for the morning, and she eyed Adam's plate of eggs. It wasn't what she wanted right now, but if someone was coming over later Shannon figured she needed to get something into her to give her some energy to have some fun. "Morning Babe" Adam looked up from his plate nervously as he toyed with the egg on his plate with his fork, clearly nervous how to approach the findings on his wife's phone. He cleared his throat, as the dings from the text messages on Shannon's phone continue steadily in the background." So Hun, Can we talk for a sec?" Adam nervously looked up from his plate, pushing it back, clearly his stomach was in knots and no way ready to handle the rest of the food on his plate. "I happened to look at your phone this morning while you were asleep, well...you know um... because it was dinging like crazy. I had never seen your phone light up that way before and sure enough, looks like your profile we created was, well....more than just a Hit!" he chuckled nervously. "But I saw some extra naughty pictures that I didn't take, Babe. I thought this was going to be Us together making decisions" he looked up, disappointment in his eyes. "And the guys hitting you up, Good Lord!!..." he shook his heads" I don't even know if half those pics they sent are real. Some steroid freak name Jay? He looks scary, right? I mean if he wanted to, he could do anything he wanted, and you would be at his mercy. Is that what you want? I don't even think I'd be able to save you. That guy is just a freak of nature. And that dick of his....HAS to be photoshopped right?, I mean come on....that just CANT be...." he scratched his head and paused, allowing Shannon to respond, hoping she would see things his way." After all, the goal is to get money out of this, to pay our bills. Or get free work on the House. This Guy doesn't even seem like he has either, unless you want him to demo the whole House" Adam chuckled. He stood up and went closer to Shannon, who sipped her coffee. "It's just I thought we were on the same page, and picking guys whom we could get to do us some favors around the house and pad our savings account, right?" Shannon's phone Dinged several more times before Adam finished." Let me guess, It's that Steroid freak Jay? Or someone else I'm sure." Butterflies and nerves clouded Adam's judgement, suddenly he was having second thoughts about agreeing to his wife's plan the night before. A quick flurry of emotions crossed Shannon's face when he mentioned checking her phone. At first, she felt as if he had invaded her privacy, but it was true that her phone was lighting up like no tomorrow. "Babe I'm just trying to hop on the opportunities if they present themselves to me. These guys aren't going to wait around forever for me and like I said I know I can find some guys on here that can really make this worthwhile!" Shannon flushed a little as she listened to him go on about Jay. He was huge and deep down Shannon even doubted if he was truly that hung, but having received several pictures from him, it was hard to see that he was trying to alter every one of his pictures. "I don't know he's just like really cute or whatever. Look it's not just all him!" Shannon held out her phone to show that during their short talk she had already received 5 messages from different guys. Shannon quickly opened up the chat message with the older man she had been talking with. "This guy right here seems more like what we are looking for!" Shannon blushed as she let him read about the man wanting to change Shannon's looks to a certain way so she could attend events with him. Shannon had seemed to hop on agreeing to it without even finding out what changes he was wanting to see. Shannon seemed like she had the right idea, but was quickly getting ahead of herself. She took back her phone and opened up a few of the other messages reading through them. 3 were from other hopeful guys wanting to fuck her immediately, but another also from a potential sugar daddy. While it also seemed a little suspicious that they had some requirements the photos he added in his message of his home and vacation property were quite impressive. As well there was another message from Jay asking for another nude selfie and when they could hook up. Shannon blushed as Adam pressed her a bit about one of the messages being from Jay. "So what if it is? I haven't like totally agreed for him to come over!" Adam looked at the phone, never imagining in a million years his wife would get this kind of attention. Had he forgotten how attractive she was, NO! He knew he had a natural beautiful wife, with a body that was still curvy and flattering. He was often reminded by his coworkers and friends that he had struck gold and married above his means, but he loved Shannon and her looks were an afterthought to Adam. But all these eager guys made him realize she could have pretty much any guy she chose. And the way she smiled when she read Jay's text told Adam she was crushing on him hard." Well Lets settle on one or two, to get to know? Maybe have them over to test the waters, feel them out? What do you think? Should I be present? I mean, they know you are married right?" he chuckled, not remembering if they set up her profile as married or single. "I feel like I should be present to ensure your safety, but I don't know if things would be awkward if I hung around. Would you be more comfortable if I did? Or would you want me to stay in another room? This is all so surreal and knew to me babe, I. I um, I really don't even know how to start. I'll let you Pick one or two. You can explain everything to them, and see if they are up for coming over maybe tonight or tomorrow?" he said hesitantly.....still unsure of everything. Shannon could tell Adam wanted to be a part of this experiment, but so much of it needed to be about Shannon and the other men. "I don't know. They might get weirded out or think we are doing this for the wrong reasons. Look one of them is asking if I would come out to his place this weekend. He wants to take me shopping and out for an evening meal. He seems pretty harmless." Shannon showed him a picture of the older overweight man. He looked fairly harmless and seemed like he had more money than anything else. Shannon smiled at Adam "We have to take risks with this. I think if I can dazzle him this weekend then I can start asking him for some more things. What do you think?" Shannon could tell Adam was still mulling it over and not being a part of the discussion and interactions was asking a lot of Adam. Shannon pleaded with Adam more until he finally agreed and Shannon excitedly sent the man a message. A limo would pick Shannon up and take her back to his place for the weekend from Friday to Monday morning. Shannon was asked not to pack anything and anything she would need would be supplied. Shannon was very excited, but found herself getting nervous as the time approached closer to her being picked up. Soon enough there was a beep outside the house by a car and peeking out the window Shannon was surprised to see a black limo with a driver waiting to open the door for her. "Okay honey... wish me luck." she smiled at Adam and opened her arms hugging him. "I'm doing this for us. Remember that." she said and kissed him goodbye. Heading out the door she stepped into the limo as the driver opened the door for her. Shannon looked back through the tinted dark windows as Adam watched the limo drive off. Shannon was driven into a gated community that only seemed to showcase massive mansions and estates. Pulling into a particularly big home Shannon stepped out once the limo parked and the driver had opened the door for her. As she looked around the enormous property she then walked up the stairs towards the front door. As she was on the last step the front door opened and Glen the sugar daddy she had been talking to emerged with a big grin. "So nice of you to come!" he said with a smile as his eyes took in the curvy woman. Shannon was about to find out that she was going to become a lot curvier if she were to continue being with Glen. "Please text me, and keep in contact. I need to know that this guy is genuine and not some serial killer!!" he said sternly. Adam kissed her goodbye reluctantly as he watched her hop into the limo and disappear down the end of their cul-de-sac road. Not even an hour went buy he quickly pulled out his phone, and texted her. Don't forget to keep in touch. Remember I love you. Be Safes much as he tried, he couldn't help but wonder if she had arrived and if Glen, this sugar daddy with wealthy, was really who he said he was. He tried watching a college football game, or reaching out to his friends, to sneak in a quick round of golf. Anything to keep his mind off of how things were going with his wife. But like clockwork, he would look at his phone, every 10–20 minutes, and no messages. It was driving him Mad. He waited another hour and send Shannon a second text. Babe, Never heard from you. Everything OK?*****************************************************************************************************************************************Glen created Shannon with a charming hug and embrace, and quickly had his personal Valet pull up his black Ferrari. "Thought we could get better acquainted at the boutique shops down town. Find you something splendid to wear, Hamm?" he smiled a devilish smile looking Shannon up and down, delighted by her curves. He was nearly 20 years her senior, small in statute, but hard good looks, with salt and pepper brushed back hair, nice olive tan skin from his endless beach vacations, and sported a gleaming Rolex on his wrist. As the pair drove to the stores, Glen rested his hand on Shannon's knee. "So, my darling, you could have had any guy on the site. Do tell, Why did you choose me?" he smiled and gave her knee a squeeze. Shannon glanced down at her phone as she read the texts from Adam. It was understandable that he was nervous and uncertain, but she couldn't have him bothering her too much while she was with Glen. She needed to be in the right mindset. "Sorry Adam." she said to herself as she pushed the power down button on her phone and watched it turn off. Tossing it into her bag the trip was not much longer, and soon she was at Glen's mansion. He was a bit bigger than she had initially seen in the pictures and was slightly older than the 5-10 year old pictures he had sent her. Nevertheless, seeing his impressive mansion only reaffirmed to her that he was the real deal. Shannon hugged and kissed his cheek as the Ferrari was brought around. Shannon told herself that she could get used to this lifestyle. She happily nodded at his suggestion of heading in to buy some outfits. Once in the car Shannon couldn't believe she was riding in a Ferrari. When Glen asked her why him Shannon figured she needed to be a careful about what she said. "Well I'm sure you could tell I got plenty of messages, but It's so hard to find decent well looked after men that can truly take care of a woman. So many just want to stick their dick in and leave. I could tell that you were different from them." she grinned and winked at him spreading her legs a little. It only gave him the green light to finger her while they cruised into a nearby shopping mall parking garage. Glen made her cum all over the seat and once done she was expected to clean off his fingers. Shannon followed Glen into the mall on his arm. "Let's get you touched up a bit first before we look at some outfits ok dear?" he said as he pulled her towards a nearby salon. Shannon was given a trim, her hair dyed a darker brown for now. Shannon was given long 2" coffin shaped nails that made it hard for her to do anything. A spa massage and facial was happily accepted, but Shannon wasn't prepared to find out she was getting some fillers put in her lips. Shannon winced as the needles injected into her lips soon plumped them up. "You can have these treatments whenever you want sweetie." Glen said looking down at Shannon's new lips that formed a permanent pout. Shannon could see in Glen's eyes he was starting to develop her into his perfect arm candy. Adam soon realized Shannon had turned her phone off, and it only heightened his jealous nature a bit more. He found this out by trying to call her 3 hours later, and it went straight to voicemail. Perhaps she turned her phone off because a Husband blowing up her phone might be frowned upon by her new-found sugar daddy. He wasn't sure how long she would be bout of touch, but finally found some cleaning and projects to do around the house to take his mind off things.Meanwhile, Glen loved the way the lip fillers looked on his new pretty married doll. " The things you could do with those new lips.... Just Wow!!" As he wished her off to lingerie store and intimate wear store that only the rich could afford. After a few hours shopping and bags upon bags on their arms, they headed to the Valet to get Glen's Ferrari and head back to his mansion to get more intimately acquainted.(Shannon blushed, but smiled as she admired her fuller bigger lips. Glen happily suggested if she wanted to go bigger down the line he would be happy to set it up for her. After buying a few more outfits and lingerie items the two drove back to his place. On the drive back Glen started to explain that if she enjoyed going out shopping and enjoying this kind of lifestyle she would need to agree to some upcoming appointments with a plastic surgeon. Glen had some big ideas for Shannon and spent a lot of time talking about how much he would help glamorize her. Shannon found it was a lot to take in, but as Glen produced another long jewelry box from his jacket pocket he opened it to show off a big diamond necklace. He happily clasped it around her neck and let the big diamond pendent drape down towards her bust. Once back at Glen's place she spent most of the evening modeling off the items he had bought for her. He stroked himself to her fashion show and had her finish off in a full lingerie set that had cost almost a $1000. Shannon was then on her knees sucking off his small chubby cock until he finished inside her mouth. Shannon had not seen him take the Viagra earlier meaning that he was still plenty hard afterward. The sex afterward was sub par at best and Shannon found herself having to play it up a bit just to excite Glen. He seemed to get off on hearing how big he was and how good he was at sex, but the old man just wasn't in shape nor had the size to really impress her. Shannon however couldn't get over how much he had spent on her just on the first day and had acted like it was nothing to him. Shannon knew how important it was to potentially lock down this man as her main sugar daddy as he had more money than brains and seemed mostly just lonely and wanting company from some bimbo. Shannon would eventually become that bimbo for him. After several hours and several tiny cum shots later Glen was exhausted and Shannon too was tired from acting for so long. She fell asleep in his arms for the night and woke up late the next morning. Glen demanded a morning blowjob which she obliged and then was told to go clean up and get dressed in something nice they had bought the day before. They went shopping again and Glen took her out on his big yacht. The whole weekend Shannon felt like a queen and Glen certainly showered her with gifts, compliments and ideas about how things would go moving forward between them. Shannon found it hard to say no as he really treated her to quite the good life and Shannon figured the subpar sex was just something she would need to get used to. Shannon arrived back home early Monday morning. Dressed in a designer Gucci outfit (Opening the front door Shannon walked in and wondered if Adam was awake yet. Adam thought he heard the front door open and alarm beep as he rubbed his eyes and strained to see the alarm clock. It was just past 9 AM, and Adam felt exhausted. He had no idea his wife would be gone all day, let alone the entire weekend. He literally barely slept, the only way to keep his mind off what his wife was up to was to watch Netflix or Porn, and he definitely got his fill of that over the last 48 hours. Adam tossed the covers off, stretched and made his way down the flight of stairs still half asleep, but the idea his wife was now home gave him life. "Shannon, is that you?" he hollered from around the corner as he walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, taken back by not only the new hairstyle, but outfit. "What in the world....." his voice trailed off, as he realized this wasn't; an ordinary outfit, instantly recognizing the Gucci logo, it was super trendy and probably cost a fortune. He looked up and saw her new lips, twice their original size, plump and pouty. Such changes left him baffled and speechless at first." Well Damn, you look different!" he scoffed, amused and curious. "Your lips, Holy shit they look much bigger and fuller!!" he said staring, coming closer. They certainly looked like they were made to suck dick he thought, feeling his cock throb at the thought. He gave her a quick spin and checked her out. She seemed in tack, and the fact that she was back in one piece was a big relief. "I couldn't sleep, I had no idea if you were OK, you never answered me Shannon! You have to know I was a nervous wreck" he sighed and folded his arms. "So... Go On... Tell me!! How was it? I mean Its obvious he treated you to clothes and, lip job. So.... Was it....you know....awful or OK? Don't spare me any detail please!!" He pressed her for answers as he had been waiting all weekend for her to arrive home. Shannon blushed and semi-smiled with her big lips. She knew her look had changed a lot, but seeing Adam's reaction made her wonder if maybe it was that drastic. "Yes. Do you like it?" she twirled around and pouted her lips which she didn't really need to do too much. "I'm sorry Glen just expected me to keep all of my attention on him. I didn't want my phone distracting me or him. I'm sorry I know if I ever get into anything that might be scary I can look after myself!" Shannon walked past him as he asked for the details. Shannon was a bit surprised he wanted to know so much, she figured he would just want to focus on her being home." It was okay. He took me out shopping a lot and wanted me to model a lot off for him. I don't know he took me out on his boat for an afternoon. Yes we had sex. No he's not bigger than you, and you are better in bed than him, but he was spending thousands without batting an eye. Adam this guy is like really loaded!" Shannon said as she took in her reflection in a nearby mirror. Her lips did look a lot bigger than before, but already she was picturing them bigger along with a variety of other procedures it seemed Glen had in mind for her. Shannon didn't want to tell Adam about them as she didn't want to turn him off of this guy. Shannon recognized the price she was going to be paying by letting Glen enhance and change her look, but he seemed so willing to drop money for her that she just needed to play her cards right, and she would hopefully be able to get him to give her a credit card or some weekly spending cash. Shannon just hoped Adam would like whatever look Glen had in mind for Shannon. Shannon showed Adam just what having big lips was like as she gave him a blowjob that evening and let him see just how much fun her soon-to-be very enhanced body was going to be like. She was surprised how quickly he came too as her two cock cushions happily massaged his cock until she swallowed his load. Shannon went to sleep, but not after sending some pics to Jay and Glen first letting Glen know she had such a wonderful weekend and that she was agreeable to his conditions of her going to get some more work done. Shannon was curious what Glen had lined up for her to get upgraded next. Shannon then sent Jay some pictures including her lips letting him know just how badly she wanted to suck off his huge muscle hanging between his legs. Shannon fell asleep fingering herself to more pictures Jay was sending her of his big dick. Adam was relieved to hear he was loaded and freely spending money like there was no limit, that was the goal after all. He also took a little pride knowing he wasn't super hung and wasn't as good in bed, though that wasn't saying much. He knew the new lips would have grown on him, and really enjoyed how much they felt on his dick. It truly felt like a porn star giving him a blow job that night. He came hard and was soon asleep. A few weeks went by with Shannon spending weekends at Glens, coming back with loads of new designer clothes, purses and enhancements. First it was a boob job, not overly dramatic but a lift and increase one size. Adam really loved the way clothes accentuated her new cleavage. The next time she came back she had ass injection shots, her booty rivaling any woman who did tons of squats, it was round full and demanded attention from all who saw her. The only downside to the procedures was the lack of sex, as she had to fully heal a week or two with each surgery. The last time Shannon came home she looked a bit annoyed. The money seemed great, but he could tell she wasn't happy, or left wanting more. It just so happened that Glen was headed overseas for business and couldn't see Shannon this weekend. " Time to give someone else a try? Who's next on your list, Hun?" Shannon was quickly falling in love with all the perks that came along with dating Glen. He showered her with more than she could imagine. She also didn't mind seeing the upgrades to her body. He obviously had a thing for big tits and big asses as Shannon was soon on an almost revolving door with the clinic getting bumped up every few months. By the time Glen was getting ready to leave Shannon had watched her bust explode to now a specialty size (as she needed to order custom bras and her breasts almost rivaled the size of her own head. They were huge and soon matched her big ass that she had gotten not only implants but two Brazilian butt lifts (to support just how large Glen had wanted her behind. Shannon loved how big her body was, but it did make things awkward at times, and soon she found it uncomfortable to wear jeans and stuck to mostly spandex and other stretchy material for clothing. Adam didn't seem to mind at first either as her upgrades were great fun for him to enjoy, but soon she was getting so big that Glen and Adam's cocks were having a hard time penetrating passed all of Shannon's huge ass cheeks or their cocks would barely break the deep cleavage her tits now had. Shannon was being turned into some sort of magnified sex doll. The problem was the sex just wasn't there. When Adam asked which guy she wanted to go after next she mulled it over and suggested Jay. She knew Adam wasn't a big fan of him, but now it seemed Shannon needed someone that was a bit on the bigger side. Shannon had also been messaging a few other muscle heads from the gym Jay worked out at, and soon she had a full group chat going with them. Sending them selfies of herself she soon found they were all packing big thick juicy cocks at least 10 inches at the minimum. Shannon showed the dirty texts from the guys and their dicks pics and asked Adam which one she could ask over. Shannon's big plump lips were almost watering at the thought of being able to play with such a big cock. As the months passed and Shannon curves grew to unseen before sizes, Adam felt smaller, not only as a man, but literally, in bed, his average cock was drawled by the humongous tits, cleavage and ass that his wife had obtained. It was a fun challenge at first, trying to conquer such curves, but his dick only got lost in the added flesh and silicone, leaving his wife horny and unsatisfied. He was at a loss of what to do and finally caved to her request to have someone a bit bigger come over. Reluctantly he seemed to realize she needs someone bigger, stronger, someone who could handle the added curves, pick her up and have their way with her. That's what they were paying for. Adam seemed to comfortable with the significantly older sugar daddy because the money he spent on his wife was greatly needed, but he wasn't a threat to steal his wife with his lack luster sex and average cock size. These men however, looked like that's what exactly could happen. Adam took Shannon's phone and scrolled at the messages, the perverse nature with which they sent pics enticing Shannon to hook up with them. These guys were what statues of Greek Gods looked like in the flesh, their dicks some of the biggest imaginable. Holy Fuck!he thought to himself, wondering just what these guys would do to him or his wife if they got upset. Some of the dicks looked bigger than his forearm. These guys would destroy her, He looked over at Shannon, who was somewhat blushing. "These guys are fucking ginormous!! I don't know babe, I mean..... They all look Huge...if you know what I mean." "Which will be the most gentle?" he asked with a nervous laugh, but somewhat serious. "I don't know babe which ever guy you are attracted to". He had a feeling she would choose Jay, as that had been the one she seemed smitten over for the last few months." Whichever you choose, I think it's important to have him over here. I feel safer if you met him here, at least initially. I promise to not be in the way, can even be out of sight if you need me to, so long as he knows Your husband is home, and he doesn't try and funny business or hurt you. Who knows maybe he and I will hit it off and watch a football game or something too!" he joked nervously handing the phone back. He pulled his wife in closely, her fake breast mushing against his chest as he strained to lean around them and kiss her on the lips. "Love you babe!" Shannon was blushing as Adam flipped through the pictures and texts she had been having with the guys. They were all built for a woman like Shannon was now. "I know they are big. But I need bigger." she said to him. Shannon didn't exactly like the idea of the guy coming over to their house, but she knew it was best to play by Adam's rules for now. "Okay. I want Jay to come over." she said and kissed him back. Once she got the go ahead Shannon quickly texted Jay. He was already ready to go, but Shannon pushed things off for a day and said she wanted to be ready for him. This was her first mistake. The next day Shannon happily was getting ready when there was a knock at the door. Going to the front door she saw that Jay was here early...and with another guy. Shannon hadn't realized all the guys had been talking with one another and now that Jay had finally gotten the ok he had invited the rest of them to come over that day to enjoy Shannon as well. All the men believed she wanted them all and wouldn't mind taking care of all of them. Standing behind Jay was Marco and Chris. The three huge men looked enormous and when Shannon opened the front door she had to look up at all of them. "I thought I'd bring some company." Jay said with a smirk as he barged in and the other two guys followed after. Shannon blushed and squirmed a little feeling Jay's big arm wrap around her waist and pull her in for a kiss. Her huge fake tits bulged into his chest as her plump lips Glen had spent so much on inflating pressed against the body builder's hard chest. Shannon looked over at the two other men as they began to make themselves comfortable sitting on the couch. Shannon felt Jay guide her hand to his crotch, and she instantly felt the large bulge in his workout shorts. All three men had popped a few Viagra before knocking on the door, and now they were all seeing the effects of the drug. Shannon was spun around, and her big fake ass was soon grinding and rubbing against Jay's crotch as he easily picked her up and brought her over to one of the chairs. "Come on girl. Show these guys what you've been going on about in the chat groups so much. Show me a good time." Jay said sitting her down on his lap. Adam had been in the shower, not expecting Shannon's new guy Jay to come over for a few more hours. As he turned the shower off and began to towel dry himself off, he heard several voices and movement from the floor below. He scrunched his face, trying to get dressed quickly and brush his hair, as he threw on a pair of running shorts and a simple white T-shirt. Putting on socks, he could hear the voices of a man, then another. Adam was really confused, why were there multiple Men in the house? He looked at the alarm clock by the bed. It was only 4 PM, they weren't expecting anyone until after dinner. As he curiously opened the door and made his way down the spiraling staircase, he heard his wife gasp and shriek, as he walked in and stood at the doorway, his jaw hit the floor as he saw Jay easily lift his curvy wife with one hand and toss her on his lap. But what gave Adam a Flight or Fight adrenaline rush was seeing two other huge steroid freaks sitting on the couch in the living room as well. Adam panicked! Had Shannon invited more than one guy? Why the fuck would she do that. That's not what the rules ware stood out of sight, as only his wife Shannon could see him if she looked over towards the kitchen. Was she in trouble? Did she even know there was going to be more than one guy coming over? A million thoughts raced through his head, all silenced by the familiar sound of a zipper and belt being undone. Adam stretched his neck around the corner of the doorway to get a better look, a lump in his throat as he heard his heart pounding in his chest. Shannon's voice pierced the air like a knife. "Holy fuck that's the Hugest Cock I have Ever Seen!"he heard her say in disbelief. As soon as she moved her hand away, he saw what indeed was the biggest, thickest and most insanely huge cock he had ever seen in his life as well. Fuck what has she gotten herself intone began to worry, sweat building on his brow as he debated whether to stay put, or interrupt the action, maybe to save his wife. Shannon watched Jay undo his shorts and let out his enormous cock. He was rock hard, but was so big the sheer weight of his cock made it hang down slightly. The two others soon had their big cocks out, Jay still being far bigger than them by a good few inches. All had cocks bigger than a large energy drink can. Shannon was in shock, but the men weren't going to wait for her to gather herself. Jay and Marco helped rip and remove Shannon's clothes, and soon she was naked. Jay guided Shannon down onto her knees and in between Chris' legs. His big 12 inchers stood straight up begging for her lips and tits to wrap around. Shannon lifted her heavy big fake fun bags and wrapped them around his big shaft. She was surprised to find its head sticking out of the top of her cleavage. Jay bent her head and had Shannon's big lips wrap around his friends big swollen cock head. Shannon began to shake her ass once Jay slapped it making it bounce and wobble. Moving behind her Jay positioned himself behind her bouncing ass and spread her big fake ass cheeks apart. Rubbing his huge cock head against her mound Shannon's eyes went wide with Chris' cock deep in her mouth as she felt Jay's huge cock begin to stretch her wide open. He was truly enormous, and her body shuddered as soon she was spit roasted between both Chris and Jay. Shannon's body was guided back and forth soon sucking and fucking both huge body builders. Shannon's huge tits soon wobbled Chris' cock out from between them and began to shake and jiggle on Chris' lap as she took inch after inch of Jay's massive cock. He was already pushing by where Adam and Glen's cocks could barely reach. Marco decided to get something to eat and drink. Heading into the kitchen he began to raid the fridge making some food and getting some beer to drink. Walking back into the living room Shannon was rocking back and forth fucking Jay's cock while he slapped her big thick round ass while Chris was thoroughly enjoying the bimbo's big lips and mouth that soon become impaled deep on his cock. They were now so deep inside her that she would be unable to get off of them until they slid out of her. Marco grinned taking a swig from his beer can as his cock stayed rock hard watching his friends enjoy the bimbo they had been chatting to for weeks now. Adam starred and watched the insane sight unfold in his living room, just steps away. The way these guys forcefully ripped his wife's clothes off of her with ease, frightened him and let him know that if he wanted to intervene, he too, could literally be shredded in two by these swollen freaks of nature. He focused in on Shannon, hoping if she gave any indication that they were forcing her beyond her will, he would grab his cellphone and call the police, but he was unable to make eye contact once her mouth was forced on the other body builder's huge cock, causing her to almost choke and gag. The only view of his wife was her ass cheeks being impaled by the biggest cock anyone has ever seen. Adam remembered how her new ass made his own dick look small, yet this huge weapon was tearing through her and handling her insanely curvy ass with no problem, her swollen pussy lips stretched to dear life clinging and coating the forceful rod with her own sweet juices. Adam froze as the 3rd guy got up and made a move towards the Kitchen. Quickly dipping around the into the laundry room, he was almost certain the other guy saw him. When he looked out, the guy was staring right at him, so Adam pretended he was attending to laundry. He tried to act nonchalant, nodded toward the stranger helping himself to food and beer from his own fridge. "Hey" he nodded and fringed a smile, all the while his heart racing and pounding in his chest. When Marco saw Adam he didn't quite think they would be finding anyone else in the home. He immediately assumed this was Shannon's husband, and he smirked at Adam and turned and walked back to the threesome. He chuckled as he drank the beer and soon crushed the empty can in his hand and tossed it to the ground. His hand then wrapped around his rock hard cock and began to pump it watching his two friends fuck and assault Shannon's holes. Shannon couldn't do much, but let the men have their way with her. Jay held her arms back, and soon she was in an almost submission pose as she took both men's cocks into her pussy and mouth. She squirmed and writhed, but soon the two strong men grabbed her shoulders and hips and lifted her up into the air as Chris shifted up into a standing position. Shannon was now fully impaled and spit roasted on their huge cocks as they held her curvy figure like a doll as they hammered their cocks into her holes. Her body was soon at their full mercy. "I want in now. Before that guy in the kitchen walks in." He chuckled and looked down at Shannon's big wide eyes. Jay slid out of Shannon's pussy to move underneath her. They lowered her back down pushing his cock back inside her pussy. Marco moved behind her and began to rub his swollen cock head against her tiny asshole as he kept her huge ass cheeks spread. Chris moved around to the side and turned Shannon's head and got her big plump lips wrapped back around his cock head. She moaned loudly with Chris' cock in her mouth as it slid soon down her throat as Jay began to bounce her hips and Marco spit onto Shannon's asshole and attempted to push his cock inside her ass. The three men soon had their huge dicks deep inside Shannon's body. Jay and Chris guided her up and down while Marco soon made sure her ass was fully stretched out and could manage his thick wide cock. Marco might have been the smallest of the three, but he was by far the thickest and Shannon felt it as his cock spread out her asshole as did Jay's with her pussy soaked and lubed up her hips ground against both cocks working inside her holes. Her moans and cries would have filled the room, but Chris was enjoying working his cock deep down Shannon's throat while his big hands tried to cup what they could have Shannon's enormous bouncing fake tits. Everything seemed like some kind of mega porno, all they needed was someone to record it all. Adam inched back closer to the sex-filled moans of ecstasy coming from the living room, Shannon's gasps, and moans and shrieks sounded out of this world. Compiled with the testosterone-fueled grunts and smacks of various body parts against the silicone inflated woman, Adam was growing harder by the second. His concern for her still remained, but only a woman in heat, who was getting the best fucking of her life, could make noises like that. Noises that Adam had never heard Shannon make before, and made his cock throb and beg for attention. He soon found himself leaning against the doorway to the living room, his left hand on his bulge through his pants, subconsciously gripping and squeezing it, his other than fishing for the phone in his pocket. He didn't know why, but he began to record, and take a few pictures of the unbelievable sight. No porn he had ever seen on any website could compare to what was unfolding before him. And to think his wife was at the center of it, almost pushed him over the edge. "Holy Fuck!" he murmured, as a few of the Dudes took notice of his presence, but he wasn't sure Shannon had seen him. It wasn't until Chris grabbed her by her hair and began to cum on her face that she was able to turn and made her first eye contact with Adam. Shannon moaned louder than she ever had as she felt both Marco and Jay's cock slide deeper inside her than anything she had felt before. Bouncing and grinding against their shafts she let Chris slap his cock against her face and rub it against her plump lips. She hadn't noticed Adam until Chris had turned her face slightly towards where Adam was standing taking pictures. All three guys noticed and both Marco and Jay stopped for a second, Chris turned and snarled at Adam "Who the fuck are you?" He laughed and so did the other two as they noticed the tiny bulge in his pants as well as the phone in his hand. Shannon could do nothing but take Chris' load all over her face as she watched her husband snap a picture of the scene." What the hell are you doing?!" Shannon said as Chris' load soon covered her entire face with plenty oozing down onto her huge fake tits. She moaned as she felt Jay and Marco return to fucking her holes while Chris held her head facing towards her husband. While she knew neither had expected Jay to first show up early, but with two friends as well she had figured Adam had gone to hide somewhere, but here he was with a boner and his phone in his hand. "You're going to be our video guy?" Marco said as he slapped Shannon's big ass. "Is this your tiny dicked husband that can't satisfy you? That can't go this deep in your ass? Has he even fucked your ass before?" he said laughing as he pushed hard back into Shannon's ass. Shannon did nothing, but let the three men continue to have their way with her. The foursome soon resumed as Jay and Marco slapped at Shannon's body pushing her to fuck their cocks more while Chris smeared and rubbed his cock and cum all over her face. Sliding his cock back into her mouth Shannon was told to clean his shaft off which she did. She wanted this so badly, but having Adam there on the side made her slightly self-conscious. "Take off your pants and stroke yourself. I know you like watching us fuck your wife properly." Jay said eyeing the man's small bulge in his pants. Ashamed, Adam quickly put the phone down on the counter, embarrassed that not only the freaks of nature asked him menacingly, but even Shannon wondered what the hell he was doing with the camera. Truth be told, he didn't know if he was recording it for evidence, if this was forced upon his wife, and she didn't consent to it, he could certainly show the police, Or, if he was recording it because the noises, sounds and even smell in the room was arousing him like no other, and he wanted to remember this. When jay spoke and told Adam to take his pants off and stroke, Adam nervously shook his head No. swallowing a large lump in his throat, he knew he would be the butt of all jokes pulling his average dick that barely made 6" hard in a room of behemoths. His heart raced as he wondered if declining the instructions of Jay would send him into a rage. He looked over at Shannon, nervously, hoping she would be glad he kept his pants on. His eyes connected with hers. His facial expression of concern, begging to be told if he should leave or just stay put. He was lost, in a fantasy and situation that had spiraled so deep out of control, he didn't know what he wanted. He finally broke the gaze, looking down. Award wet spot on his pants had stained from the precut oozing from his cock. His dick twitched and throbbed, begging to be touched. But he couldn't pull it out, could he? He froze like a statue, sweat beading on his brow as his heart raced, scared like a deer in headlights. Shannon was getting too much dick to really focus too much on what Adam was doing and since he was mostly standing there she went back to the three guys that were using her at their will. Shannon sucked and cleaned off Chris' huge shaft as she felt the two sliding into her ass and pussy continued their assault on her. Her huge ass cheeks crashed and clapped noisily against Marco's hard thrusts while Jay's massive cock soon just sat deep inside her pussy showing off just how stretched out her lips were around his thick shaft. Shannon sucked Chris off until he slid out and turned to Adam "So you're going to just stand there or you're going to join in?" The guys looked over at Adam and his wet spot. "Oh my god I think the guy just came watching his wife get stuffed by us! Why don't you give him a pill so he can get hard again." Jay suggested and Chris walked over to his clothes. Digging into his pockets he pulled out a pill bottle full of blue pills and tossed it at Adam. "Here. Take some. Just don't take too many!" he joked as his cock was still rock hard after cumming all over Shannon's face. All of them were going to be hard for hours and Shannon was soon going to learn what it was going to be like being their personal toy as well as having to take care of 3 massive cocks that could stay hard for hours. Shannon moaned as Chris' big load oozed down her face soon splashing onto her huge bouncing round fake balloons. Leaning down she smothered Jay's face with her big fake tits Glen had paid for. They were going to such better use with the guys having fun with her body. Marco leaned over Shannon's body with his cock deep inside her ass and reached around to cup what he could have her massive breasts and groped them before pressing them around Jay's head as the two went back to grinding their big shafts into Shannon's holes. She glanced over at Adam seeing him looking at the pill bottle. "Just take some!" she said to him loudly groaning as she felt the two begin to fuck her harder and faster wanting to finish inside of her. Adam breathed a sigh of relief seeing as these guys were OK with him joining in and even offered a pill to help get him hard. Hard wasn't his issue, it would be staying hard and not bumming to fast, especially under the pressure and scrutiny of these guys. But maybe they didn't care, and seeing as 2 of the three had already come, maybe they would take a break and let Adam join in. He took only one pill, and stood off in the corner fumbling with his belt and pants to push them down, his cock leaking precut and was throbbing. The lightest touch would push him over the edge, so he waited a few minutes before making his way into the room. He started off by fondling her breast, and waited til Chris withdrew his massive cock and smiled at his wife, pushing his cock, which was half the size towards her lips. He softly moaned as she took him in her mouth, which still had some cum in it and on her chin. "God Baby You look like the hottest Porn Star right now!!" he moaned squeezing his ass checks tight to keep from cumming too quickly as Shannon sucked him, but seemed more focus on taking or trying to take the pounding from the other two cocks. Seeing one of the body builders go grab more pills, Adam reached around Shannon's Ass, which was bright red from smacks and pounding she was taking. He slipped a few fingers in with ease, shocked at how loose she was now that she had some mammoth meat inside her. "Holy fuck babe....!!" he had four fingers in with ease now, when before 2 used to make his wife squirm a bit. Feeling her drenched pussy filled with other men's thick hot cum as he fingered her helped push Adam over the edge as he began to cum in Shannon's mouth. He looked at her apologetically, but kept pumping his cock in her mouth as the pills seemed to make it hard longer. This lasted all of a few more minutes, before it went soft. Embarrassed, Adam grabbed his pants and told his wife to finish up, he was going to shower, and headed upstairs to clean up. Shannon took Adam's cock into her mouth, and it actually felt like a bit of a relief as she could easily suck him off. It was hard as the cocks inside her holes were continuing to pump away until they eventually came as did Adam. She took all of their loads and while Adam seemed to once again shrink off and disappear she let the three guys have their way with her. The fuck session lasted several hours and by the time they had finished their bottle of pills and had cum more times than they could count Shannon was a hot wet sticky mess on the couch. Her holes had been destroyed and were now permanently stretched out. It was true she could take a fist inside of her no problem as she once was proud of her tight pussy and ass. The guys thanked her and left her some money for the great afternoon and evening. She barely moved and spent a long time on the couch. Her body was numb, but it had been the best sex she had ever experienced and was now hooked on hung guys. They just managed her body better. For the next several weeks Shannon welcomed in the three guys on a daily basis sometimes one of them, sometimes all three, and they continued to have their way with her. While it was a strange relationship between them and Adam there seemed to be an understanding as long as Shannon was available. She loved Adam, but now things were getting harder to find her desire for him. The three guys all were better lovers and now whenever Adam tried to fuck her she was just too loose. It hadn't helped that Marco had introduced Shannon to a friend of his Nick. He was a porn producer and had gone nuts when he first met Shannon. She was huge and seemed willing to sleep with more hung guys. Marco set her up to do a first initial shoot with two guys. He also promised to make her even bigger if she so wished planning to turn her into the ultimate bimbo. Shannon seemed so pleased, but it was disappointing to hear Adam wasn't such a big fan of her new career choice. Shannon needed to make a choice, and she put it out there to Adam. Let her do porn and stay with her, or she would be leaving him as her mind was set. She wanted to be the biggest, best porn star there was. With the three guys all supporting her new career it was getting harder for Adam to get any support for what he wanted. His wife had changed so much now that she was nothing like her old self anymore.

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Trinity_ Armageddon

Behold, for they come from the night. Behold, for they come from the day. Behold, for they come with the clouds. Gods that walk among us, wearing our skin, and hide their true nature behind it. Gods of nature, gods of immortality, and gods of power. Smithed by the sun, leashed by the moon, and delivered by the stars. Nocturnal, yet not. Demons, yet not. Behold the God out of the Sea, champion of strength, he who broke his chains. Behold the God out of the Earth, rich of revelations, he who sees. And behold the God of sin, performer of miracles, he who denies the father and the son. For as surely as night follows day, there comes a time when even gods must die. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} calmly | Semi-Sweet | Eras​A single rainbow flag still waved in the wind; its very presence defiant to those who would see it taken down. Majestically but lonely, each wave of wind made the multitude of colors swing. Pride had happened several months ago, but he hadn’t gotten around to taking the flag down; in a way, he felt it was an act of rebellion. The ice cubes in his glass rattled as he took a sip, his hazel gaze watching the last of the sun disappear behind the sky towers across the park.​There was a buzzing from the desk as the screen on his phone lit up. He dreaded turning towards it, knowing very well the name that would appear in white letters. He took another sip before he answered the phone. “This is Frey.”​“Hi, it’s Dr. Rosenberg.” There was an immediate pause after that. He could practically hear her swallow her spit. He knew very well what that meant.​“Fuck,” he said as he moved to take another swig of the glass. “Did we get anything out of it?”​“Not really,” she answered, her voice made electronic by the signal. “Other than knowing subject 13’s blood isn’t a cure.”​Even if she didn’t know it, that was, in fact, a relief to him. It meant the vampires in charge wouldn’t come looking for the person behind the number. So, at least for now, his lovers were safe. “I don’t really know what to say.”​“Look, Frey, she would’ve died anyway,” the voice on the other side answered him softly. “All we did was give them a minuscule chance at survival. Just make sure you don’t tell anyone about it.”​“That won’t matter once the Valencian gets here.”​There was a silence for a long moment. They both knew the predicament they were in. “If Cesare reads our thoughts, all he’ll do is report it to the council. If anything, they’ll give us a raise for thinking outside the box.”​Frey sighed. It wasn’t that easy for him. But he couldn’t let her know that. “All right. I’ll see you in the morning.”​“Try and get some sleep.”​Sleep was the last thing on his mind. If there was one thing the Krakow family was famous for, it was their gooseberry pie. Of all his sisters, Margrethe was the only one who knew how to really cook. It was one of the backsides of growing up in a noble family with money. Cooking was simply beneath them. But all of them knew how to make gooseberry pie. For this reason, right smack in the middle of the mansion’s inner-city backyard was an ancient and proud gooseberry bush. Luckily, the bush was ripe with red berries, as he grabbed a bowl from the kitchen to carry them in. Gooseberry pie was the Krakow family’s mark whenever a difficult decision had to be made. Personally, he had only lived through two such meetings: Stella’s intervention and the day the thirteen of them figured out that not a single one of them knew where their mother had disappeared off to. But he had heard the stories of the other nights: the night Anne had fled Denmark with her two daughters, the day they made a pact with the werewolf Thaddeus Braddock, the night they decided to kill Deborah’s husband and sons, the night their mother had announced that she was once again pregnant, but this time there was no father. Gooseberry pie was the only thing he could think of for such a situation.​By the time the pie had finished, night had laid its heavy veil across the city, though there were no stars to be seen from the city’s lights. It made him miss the country. Part of him wanted to take his two lovers and disappear into the wild with them, living a life of simplicity, making love under the stars. But that was not to be.​“Thad, Nico…” he called out into the hallway, his voice carrying like a ghostly echo. “I made some pie if you want some.”​He sat at the breakfast bar with the three plates of pie steaming in front of him, ready to do the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.​ For the lifespan of a Vampire the amount of time that this illness had been spreading around was nothing. In fact much through history such terrible things happened to humans and his kind continued on. After all vampires were undead and things that affected the living did not affect them until now. When this all started he had thought this would all blow over soon enough and his kin would just continue with their existence as if nothing happened. Much like his kin, Nico thought that this would be something that only effected humans and so few changed anything. How wrong they were. His kin started to die and soon enough most vampires where taking this seriously. When this all started Nico had been living in New York and soon enough he had moved in with Frey. He had made a deal with him for his blood not long ago and was glad when he was offered a place to stay. The truth was that he had no real place to stay, and he really did not want to bother any vampire as they would soon run into issues when it came to feeding. No one wanted to take the risk to feed on someone that was sick. So when he moved in with the man he was greeted by the surprise that the windows protected him from the sun. Soon enough he had made himself comfortable and now was in a relationship with the other two men that he lived with. Still all the restrictions that were placed on the people only made these months feel longer. To top things off he had lost some of his old friends to the virus. He was unsure there was a vampire did not know someone that had died to this thing. Even he wanted this thing to be over. Yet another day was ending and Nico was starting to get up. While he did not have to really rest for the day he normally kept the pattern he had for the years he had been alive. There were rare days when he did stay up during the day most of his encounters with his lovers were at night. Today had been a day when he slept. He awoke to the smell of food. While he could not eat food the way that his lovers did he often spent time with them as they ate. He found it only fair as when he ate things started to turn very steamy. So when he heard his name called up he got off their bed and pulled on the pants he left beside the bed. He made his over down to the breakfast bar wearing no shirt. He took a seat in front of one of the pie pieces and looked at his lover. While the man had not said anything seeing that his lover looked like he had made the pie he was worried. As far as he knew Frey did not know how to cook, and yet in front of them was a pie. He looked at his lover it is clearly looked like he did not have good news. He assumed that once Thad showed up at the bar Frey would tell them what was him his mind." Evening," he said. "I assume that what ever you have to tell us it's not good news is it." Of the three men staying at Krakow's mansion, Thad seemed the most happy as of late. It's true that he, like Nico and Frey, was concerned about the virus wreaking havoc in the world, even among those who typically immune to disease. However, it seemed to bother Thad the least among the three, and there were good reasons for it. First, Thad had spent many lifetimes burying everyone he had ever loved, watching them perish from disease or even worse fates; unlike Nico, he had no 'old friends and companions' whom he had had to share his longevity with, and so he had fewer attachments. Indeed, to most of the world, he had long been dead. He no longer felt any special connection to his kind, which was probably the reason he could so easily fall in love with a vampire and a witch, two individuals most of his kind shunned or feared. Second, his world for the moment was the two men he loved and was committed to and both of them seemed immune to the virus's taint, and he was so glad both of them were safe and sound. Lastly, the virus had forced both all of them to spend more time indoors and at the mansion, which translated to more time with his beloveds. For that, he was truly happy. However, he saw how the death of old acquaintances haunted Nico and the virus itself troubled Frey. He didn't like either of his partners to be upset or sad, and so, oddly, the world-weary, mature Thad was often the one doing the cheering up around the mansion. It was a new role to him, but Thad enjoyed it. Thad had smelled the gooseberry pie long before Frey had called out to him, and he knew its significance to the Krakow family. He wondered what Frey had to say, and what decision had to be made. He figured that Frey wanted to go through with the ritual of making his family's pie and more, and so resisted his urge to find the baking Frey and get out of him what was the matter. Furthermore, he waited patiently for Frey to summon him, and summon him he did.Much assumed someone of his kind would prefer the great outdoors, running and living wild in simplicity with as little clothing as possible. Which is to say - people who know what he is are always a little surprised to find just how much of a clothes horse Thad is. Even when it was just the three of them, Thad liked to dress up and impress the two loves of his life. His two lovers knew of the man's passion for fashion, and so it likely wasn't a surprise to them when he emerged wearing a camel-colored pair of form-fitting slacks with a thick, brown leather belt around it and ending in a pair of matching brown leather shoes. Thad's torso was hidden behind a light-blue button down shirt, the top button undone with a classic fit cashmere navy cardigan sweater with a shawl collar. He approached the breakfast bar with a wide, everything-will-be-alright smile on his face. He wrapped one cashmere covered arm around the half-dressed Nico, leaning in to offer him a warm, tender kiss, even as his other arm wrapped around Frey, his face shifting, so his lips could move from Nico to Frey, even as those strong arms wrapped around his two lovers and pulled the three of them closer together. As he did so, both Nico and Frey would catch a whiff of Thad, who was wearing just a slight bit of cologne, that was a woody, pleasant smell, with notes of cinnamon and cardamom." Smells delicious," he said to Frey, trying to lighten the mood a little, before he reluctantly relinquished his hold on the two men to take his proper seat in front of the third piece of pie. "Something on your mind?" He asked casually, even though he knew something was up. Frey gulped as the vampire entered; the artist’s laissez-faire attitude seemed to fill the room like light. It was a bit of an oxymoron that a vampire could be so much like the sun.​​“Yeah,” was all he could really say as a response, as he avoided the vampire’s dark gaze. He was sure his lover’s sense for blood made it apparent how hard his heart was pounding, even if he seemed calm on the outside.​​He swallowed his spit again as Thad entered, looking ever the contain. The kiss, perhaps, lasted a little longer than usual. A part of him didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to continue on with the conversation they were about to have. But in the end, he let the werewolf go, taking a seat across from him.​​Almost methodically, he carved a piece of the pie and put it in his mouth. The meeting had begun.​​But where did he start? As he looked at his two lovers, his throat tightened again. He really did not want to do this, but he had to. It was the only way he could keep them safe.​​“Basically, I fucked up,” he started. “In my eagerness to find out about your status with the disease, I convinced you to give me blood samples to test at the lab. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do so without mixing the vials with the rest of the samples. Luckily, we found that you’re both immune, which was a great relief. For a while.”​​He sighed again as he grabbed a drink from the glass of water next to his plate. He was going to need something stronger soon. “Now, however, we’re in a situation where the vampires that fund the research lab are getting antsy for a cure. So they are especially showing interest in your blood.”​​He looked the two of them in the eyes, first Thad, then Nico. “We all know that these vampires will stop at nothing to ensure their own survival. They’re calling in a new head to be placed above Dr. Rosenberg. An old one. He is now known as Cesare Valencian but was originally named Cesare Borgia.”​​He let that one sink in; even if they hadn’t heard of him in his vampire persona, he was sure they’d heard of his human one. “The thing is, Valencian is a telepath, and notoriously so. I won’t even have to think about the fact that you two are the immune for him to find it out. If he tries to look, and I bet you he will, he’ll find it.”​​He took another sip of the water. He didn’t think he’d ever been this thirsty in his life. Eventually, he reached out for Nico’s hand, his thumb grazing the pale skin delicately. “I need you to make sure that memory is not in my brain when that happens.”​​He took a deep breath as he looked between the two of them. “That part is not up for debate. It needs to happen. What we need to discuss, however, is how comfortable you two are with keeping that secret from me. As I see it, we have two options. One, you, Nico, remove the memory and the two of you keep quiet about it. Or…”​​His lip quivered as the air in his throat stopped. He swallowed. “Or you remove the memory, and then we break up, and the two of you go on without me.”​ Nico kissed Thad back as he walked up to join them. He had not expected that he would have a friend that was a werewolf let alone a lover that was one. Yet when he looked at Thad he did not want to think about a life right now without Thad and Frey right now. That was something that he would have to worry about in the future after the two of them were gone. After all he did not have the option to change them into a vampire and spend eternity with them. With Thad's arrival that meant that the three of them were all at the table now. He had heard how quickly Frey's heart had been betting, but he had not planned to press the reason as he felt that he would find out soon enough. He watched as Frey walked over to the opposite side of the table and then started to talk. Furthermore, he listened in silence and processed the in formation that the man told them. The first being that he and Thad were immune to this virus. He had been doing his best to stay safe so he had not really been sure if that had been the case. Knowing that he did not have to worry about losing his life because of this thing. The next thought that had crossed his mind was how the other vampires would react to this knowledge. As far as he knew there was nothing different about him after form his gift. His face turned quite serious when he heard who the vampires were brought in to help solve this problem. He knew about Cesare Valencian. While he had not personally met the man while he was alive or a vampire he knew about him. They were both vampires born around the same time, and it was his lover that warned him not to act like that man and be careful when choosing whether he wanted to turn his own family. Over the years he had heard about him a couple of times and did his best to avoid any vampire that had the ability to read minds. It was more to protect his secret more than anything else. He had no idea what the elders of his kind would do if they heard about his ability. While he knew he could just erase the memory of them learning about him, it was still something that was just easier to avoid then react to. Nico looked at Frey as he brought up the idea of him erasing the knowledge that he had about the two of them being immune. If his lover really wanted for him to erase those memories then he would do it. If that made him feel better he would do it. He would also not tell him that it would not be as easy Frey thought. He could erase all the memories, but the concern that it could be possible to a proper telepath would be able to tell that something had been erased if Frey had thought about it a lot. Furthermore, he took Frey's hand when he said that they had two options. Well it was not like there was a choice to be made. He was not going to leave Frey because of this." I will remove the memories that you want, and I will include this conversation as well." Nico said. He looked at Thad as well. "It might also be better that I take your memory of this conversation as well. That way only one of us has to keep this secret. My ability allows me to combat that vampire's ability, so he will not be able to learn it from me." He then walked over to Frey. "Do you really think that I would be willing to just give you up when I do not have to? As far as I can tell that you don't want to either." He would not remove any memories until after all three of them came to consensus." Even though you should be aware of this." Nico started in a serious voice. "Do not invite that man into this house." He needed to say out loud to make it sure that they knew how he felt. He held Frey close to him. Thad had never worried about the virus - while werewolves did occasionally get sick, they weren't dying the way vampires or even humans were. Besides that, Thad had virtually never been sick - if he had survived the Spanish flu, he thought, he could survive anything really. Not that Thad gave himself a lot of opportunities to get sick - he mostly remained in and around the mansion. Thad had a natural instinct to be distrustful of magics, and of vampire magic and gifts in particular. He was probably the most open-minded of werewolves, but even he had his limits. And his memory was long... messing with memories was something he didn't think was a good idea at all. The man mentioned, well, it sounded like he was an old, powerful vampire. But then -- wasn't Nico? Thad's face turned into a frown, even a scowl. "I don't like this idea at all." he said, in a deep bass voice, the sort of voice the other men had almost never heard him use. Thad was usually jolly, even downright silly, so to see him be so serious well... it was something to behold." No offense Nico, but messing with memories... the mind... and it might not even work. There are other ways he could figure this out. Wouldn't be too hard to figure out you know who those subjects are, and then... who you are close with, who you drew blood from. Have you drawn blood for many others? If not, then it'd be pretty easy to figure out it was the two of us. If he's truly as gifted as you say he is... isn't he going to figure this out? Unless....we erase a lot of memories, from all of us. How much of ourselves do we delete to... maybe....protect what's remaining? This is all a part of each of us... it's who we are, together... do we really jeopardize that?" Thad said, voicing the other side of the argument." Maybe Cesare won't find us, and even if he did, we could be equipped and ready for him. I'm not afraid of a vampire, even one as old and powerful as you say he is. I'm sure I could even call in some help and perhaps... eliminate him." After all, there were wolf packs that specifically hunted vampires and Thad still had many connections with his kind, even if he rarely talked about them, or even used them. Thad even frowned at Nico's offer to remove his memories, and then his warning. "Well, if you're going to remove all memory of this conversation, you might want to issue warnings after it." He then looked at Frey, his voice and face stern and devoted. "Trust me, there are a lot of things I wish I could forget. Things I wish could be erased or done differently... but that's not how it goes, that's not life. No Dover, and there's no one who knows that better than me. Why run from this rather than face it, together?" In a way, this was exactly how he had foreseen the conversation would go. Though Nico was the oldest of all of them, he and Frey seemed to be more on the same page most of the time. Thad often took the wiser position. The wolf was protective of both of them, and Frey knew he would need more to convince the man to give up control. "He won't take away all my memories," Frey spoke. The affection from Nico was very much appreciated as Frey drew an arm around the vampire's hips. At the same time, he reached across the table to try and hold the werewolf's hand in his own. "Just the ones from that one morning. It has to be done." As he held Nico in one arm, his hazel eyes met Thad's. "We're not just talking about one vampire here. When he gets here and sees the work, he will wonder who the subjects with immunity are. And I won't be able to not think about it. It's like telling someone not to think about penguins, and all you can do is think about penguins. And we're not just talking about Cesare." He turned and looked up at Nico. "You would know more than me, but from what I gather, Cesare is not only strong, he's also very politically powerful within the vampire nation. If he finds out about the two of you, he's not going to be dumb enough to keep the information to himself. We'll be running from every vampire in the world." Softly, he leaned his head against Nico's torso while he looked at their wolf lover again. After all, he was the one that needed to be convinced. "Look, if you have a better idea than this, please bring it forth. But I have given this a lot of thought. I only see these two ways of getting around this. The two of you either leave me and don't tell me where you go, or we remove the memories of this conversation and the one from that morning. We can't just wait and see what happens; it's going to be too late. We need to be proactive." "However," he started, turning to look at Nico again, meeting his gaze with his own. "I don't think you should carry the burden on your own. I think you should only remove the memory from me. And then yes, tell me again not to invite Cesare once you've done so."​ Nico let out a sigh when he heard Thad's response. The truth was that he knew that even if he took away all the memories that were needed to keep the secret he knew that it would be discovered that memories were manipulated. That would be enough for Cesare to investigate Frey, and it would then lead to them being looked into. All he wanted to do was at least calm Frey's worries for now." Unfortunately Frey Thad is right about at least one thing. It's not as simple as removing one memory. It would be a series of memories that I would need to remove. Just because I removed the memory of you drawing our blood I assume there were times when you thought about how our blood was immune or worried about it. Those memory fragments would need to be erased. Even after I do that Cesare should be able to notice that your memory had been altered based on the holes that I was leaving. If you had come to us not long after figured it out I would be less I would have to erase. I also was not planning to erase the while conversation. Only parts. That way there was a reason for the pie to be here." Nico said knowing that what he was saying was not good news. Nico then turned to Thad. "It's not just me I have to worry about. If I am immune then it is possible that the vampires I sired might be immune as well. Which means that the people I love are in danger. I as a vampire have in intention of getting involved in the politics of my people, but Cesare is different. Even while human he and his family wanted power, so I am sure that as a vampire he would not have done the same. I do have one card to play that would get me protection from him and other vampires if needed, but I would rather keep my ability hidden from those who I do not care for." The truth was that Nico was quite torn about this all. "Cesare and I are both vampires that were born around the same time so we normally would have the same amount of strength. The only thing is I do not know if he took a rest like I did and slept a couple of decades. The only other way I can protect Frey's memories is to be around him when Cesare reads his thoughts. I could just erase what he finds fight away. Either way it is only a mater of time." He said as released Frey and took a seat. He sighed. There really was no way out of this. They were only trying to buy more time until the truth came out. "I'm not hearing any ideas here to win, only to delay and buy time. Cesare will find out eventually, no? I mean, it's not hard to put two and two together. You live with two people whom you love, and you just happen to have two blood samples you sent for testing that turned out to be immune. And then any memory identifying those individuals is removed - in other words, you're trying to protect their identity. Who would you want to protect who you've seen and could potentially draw blood from? That list is pretty narrow and anyone's first guess would be...your two lovers. Even if not sure, my first instinct would be to assume it'd be us two, and I'm going to assume Cesare is at least as canny as I am. If I was Cesare, I'd go after Nico and I regardless, as a way to see if maybe we know what was erased from your memory. Either way, that's a battle with Cesare on his terms." Thad paused, considering the options. "The way I see it, your proposal just delays the inevitable... it doesn't actually protect us. I'm not interested in waiting around for Cesare to figure out the puzzle and come after us, especially when I don't have a good way of defending you. This leaves us with only three options."" The first, we run. All of us. If the three of us go someplace no one knows and to a place Cesare can't find us, we should be safe. It means leaving behind our lives and starting new ones far away from here until this whole thing blows over, or longer. That means all of us giving up our names, our lives, or friends and family. I'd do so but.... that's not something I'd ever want for either of you."" The second, come to an arrangement with Cesare. He's interested in finding a cure, we could submit ourselves and make an arrangement where we help him willingly. I don't know Cesare well enough to know if he'd be willing to deal, or if he'd just use his resources and power to make Nico and I lab rats for all sorts of experiments until he gets what he wants. I have no real interest in being anyone's experiment nor do I really care about finding a cure, but it's a price I'd gladly pay for the safety of the two of you. We could likely erase your memories and perhaps convince you that the blood samples were from me and someone else who has since died. That'd protect the two of you - leaving just me to be a lab rat. And I've endured lots of things, and he won't be able to experiment on my blood as easily as he'd want, unless I let him."" Our last option, we go on the offensive and take him out before he can suspect anything. I doubt he'd suspect an attack and while powerful, he's an old world vampire, and they have their weaknesses - especially their arrogance and prejudice that they are invincible." He then offered a casual smirk towards Nico. "No offense meant." He then paused and continued. "A swift alpha strike could take him out when he arrives, and before he suspects anything. I probably could convince a pack to go after him, and Nico could help make sure Cesare can't read minds and learn it was we who launched the attacks, preserving the other options if it fails. Or I could challenge him myself. I've faced many vampires before, and one has yet to best me." He said the last with almost a growl in his voice. It was then that Thad moved around a little, moving to wrap an arm around each of the other two men and pull them close to each other and to him. He moved forward and kissed Frey and Nico in turn before he whispered low, his voice full of love but also determination. "I'll go along with whatever we decide, but know that I'm not going to let Cesare or anyone else hurt either of you as long as their life left in my body." ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now, Frey was getting frustrated. It was one thing to disagree with him if Thad had a better idea. But he didn't. "Look," he said, trying to keep his temper in check, though it was growing increasingly difficult. "I'm the only one suggesting a permanent solution. The only way to nip this in the bud is by ensuring there is nothing to nip, to begin with. Cesare won't randomly figure out that the memory has been removed. I don't remember any of the other faces of the people I took blood from. The only way he'll know is if I say I don't remember, and he sees that I do. If I literally don't remember, then there is nothing for him to find out. And that is the only way we're avoiding being caught." "Okay?" he asked. He wasn't about to get distracted by the werewolf's kiss, as tempting as it was. This was too important. "If we run away, they will find us." "If you run off and make a deal with Cesare, he'll know you're up to something," he continued, his palms pressed against each other. "And then, he'll look in your head and figure out who the other candidate is. And he's not going to stop because you give yourself up willingly. Not to mention that just because you're seemingly immortal, you're not immune to pain. And it will be painful." "And sure, you could probably kill him if you wanted to, but that wouldn't solve any of our problems," he finished. "As I said, if he dies, there's a different vampire that will replace him, and likely someone a lot worse. And believe it or not, you can't kill every single vampire in the world." He leaned his hip up against the kitchen table as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't mean for it to come out so angry, but he didn't feel like the wolf was listening. Part of him wanted to melt into the man's embrace, take the two to bed and forget they even had this conversation. But he needed to stand his ground. This decision could change everything. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse, and every single one of Thad's suggestions would do exactly that. There was something very sexy about the way he wanted to protect them. But even if he didn't voice it, Frey knew that even someone as powerful as Thad couldn't take on the entire vampire nation. "I made my opinion clear," he said with a sigh before looking at the two, but his eyes ultimately landing on Nico. "You're the swing vote, what do you think we should do?"​​ Nico understood where Thad was coming from. As far as he was concerned that was no way to win this once they were discovered, and he saw no way that they would not be discovered. Even if he could see the future at times, he had never been able to control his power. There was just no way to avoid from being found out. So it was only matter of time before they were going to get hunted down. What they really needed was plan for when it came out. They needed to be able to fight off the vampires once they came for him. Even though Thad was immune, and his immunity might be useful with witches and other werewolves he was sure that his kin would be focused on capturing him. Even if it meant using those that he found dear. He did seriously think about the option that Thad had brought up, but unlike Frey he kept his thoughts to himself wanting to think it through before saying anything about this. While running seemed like a good choice, they would need to keep moving for a long time until he found a desolate place were no one could find them. With the way that the would was now, living near any person would be dangerous as their image could end up online, and then they would need to move again. He truly wanted to run he could easily just hibernate in the ground again, but that meant leaving Frey and possibly Thad. He was unsure how long the werewolf would live or how long he would need to hide. That was not an option. As far as he was concerned the second option was useless. Cesare would stop and nothing to find the vampire that was immune as well. He was not stupid and would figure it out. Again he would end up hunting him down. The last option he feared would just start a war with the werewolves. This was not a time for that. Both parties could not afford to lose more people. Yet he knew this could come down to a fight with the man if they wanted to keep their freedom. He let out a sigh when Frey finished pointing out the flaws in Thad's plan. He wished that he had a better idea, but as far he was concerned it was better to remain unknown right now and prepare for when they were discovered." Honestly if this was one hundred years ago I would say run, but with times like these that would be pointless. While I could hide, it would mean giving the two of you up. As for the other options, while I do not endorse fighting I worry at some point that might be our option. I think that we need more time and the only way I can see that happening is if I take Frey's memories. It should give us time to come up with a plan that could work. I know it's not what you would like to hear Thad, but I do not want you getting hurt to keep us safe." He turned to Frey, but he was not going to take the memory just yet. There were two memories he had to take and well he wanted to make sure that they were done before doing anything more after this. "The longer the secret is kept the more time we have to get ready to get hunted by the vampires. I wish this would be a simple as just giving more of my blood, but even if using my blood would somehow worked it's not like I could cure all the vampires alone." Thad listened carefully to what his two partners had to say as he both cared for them greatly and desperately wanted to keep them safe; learning that Nico was immune to the virus too had been a huge relief to Thad. He did genuinely appreciate how the other two wanted to protect him too, though the two hardly knew the length and depths of pain that Thad had experienced and perhaps just how much he'd sacrifice to keep the two of them safe and sound. While Thad was stubborn and perhaps over-confident, he did truly love these two men, more than either of them probably knew or realized, and he'd do anything for them. It was in his nature to be the hunter, not the prey, so naturally he wanted to go on the attack and not wait to be found out. Still, he saw merit in the plan of trying to buy time and delay the inevitable, though he still thought they'd be better striking fast and hard before Cesare knew what hit him. But if the two of them truly felt unprepared and that the three of them needed time to prepare for being hunted by vampires - something he had spent a lifetime doing - then he would give them that time." Well, everything both of you are saying... about this vampire and his power, his desire and more... means that we will be in a fight sooner or later with him and those who follow him. I can understand the idea of throwing him off our scent until we are ready or him, but that means we'll need to be preparing for him.... which might make be difficult to keep from him, if he's as powerful and connected as you both say." In truth, Thad felt that with the information presented it was a hopeless position unless they just destroyed each and every vampire that might want a cure - which could be every vampire alive. And if fighting wasn't possible, and deals couldn't be made, then running was the only option - except it didn't seem like any of them wanted to run, either, or thought that'd work. It felt helpless, and Thad hated feeling helpless. He nearly growled at the thought of it all, sharing a rare moment of frustration with his two lovers." Well, if you both think this is the best course of action and that we can avoid detection then by all means.... I'm just worried. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if someone harmed this pretty head of yours," he said as his hand on either hand reached out and ruffled the hair on each of his lovers' respective heads, but he also gave Nico a look he was sure the vampire would understand. Thad and Nico had both been around and were protected from harm in different ways... Frey wasn't as protected, even if his magic made him potentially stronger than both of them combined. Frey was also the person Cesare was likely to find first and question and Nico could see the flash of fear in Thad's eyes at the idea of something happening to Frey.... and just as quickly it was gone, replaced with a determination." Well, since we're going through with this... after it's over, we're going to have a night of lovemaking that no amount of magic or power could make one forget it." He said, with a smirk as his hand ran down the backsides of both men before giving each of them a light slap and rough grip of their asses.

Trinity_ Armageddon|rating:4.0

The Glory of Rome (PrimalChaos and daylily)

Crude words of crude men around her, the cacophony of voices surging as they were herded out of the cart and into line behind a rickety looking platform. Candela, as they called her, slipped into the back of the crowd though she scarcely would be able to hide. Her flame-colored hair assured she would not be missed in a city filled with dark-haired, dark-eyed citizens, despite her efforts to slip into the shadows behind men and women so used up by life that they would end in homes as servants. Candela was the one the traders had held apart as an exotic commodity, and they hoped to fetch a fair price for her. A simple tug at the chains about her wrists had her moving, pulled toward the platform, and the large man with a waxed tablet in his hand. It was the first of many that would pass hands this day, the contract of a sold slave, bought and paid for. Slowly, the girl took the steps to the top of the platform, where she was halted by the man by a terse tug on the chains that led her. Beside her the auctioneer let out a lecherous snort, before he began his tirade, weaving a tale in his gibberish that seemed to make the crowd look afraid. Could she really be one of the Northern barbarians from Gaul? Had her brothers killed helpless Roman soldiers in their beds? Possibly. The man was an orator, in truth not a very good one, but his tale seemed to strike the crowd. Candela tried her very best to not look bored. They all treated them as horseflesh...and not good horseflesh at that. The animals got better food in the caravan at times. Wary blue eyes searched the crowd, following the movements of the nodding heads, and the patrons moving beyond in the stalls of the market. Nothing could distract her from the eyes on her, scarcely clothed as it was in the garments worn away to rags, not enough to hide her womanly figure. Sighing softly, she gritted her teeth as the voices shouted from the crowd to be let up to get a closer look. Marcus Locus Androids, merchant and citizen of Rome, stood toward the back of the auction square, shielded from the harsh Mediterranean sun by four slaves holding an awning above him. He adjusted his toga and fidgeted with the gold rings on his fingers for a moment, before focusing his eyes on the auction block. House servants, field slaves, he was a man of many needs - a merchant of newly acquired wealth and stature, well known amongst both the criminals of the collegium and slowly but surely, the noble families and inner circle of Rome itself. And a growing household and a demanding wife made it all the harder. He considered his rings again, one of them made in the shape of a wolf head, a play upon his name Locus. The Wolf, he smirked. He certainly was a hunter with a thirst. But his thirst was for power and for wealth, not for blood. And he would have plenty of both if he had his way. His hair was dark like the wolf, and his eyes piercing like it as well. He watched the auction begin, then narrowed his eyes like his namesake animal at the sight of the redhead. Exotic, he thought, his eyes preying over her nearly exposed flesh and curves. Exotic and beautiful. Was he not entitled to a new plaything? His wife, a political marriage for connections, had little interest in him, preferring the company of her rather extensive retinue of female slaves. He knew this, of course, and knew there would be little said about some sweet young slave in his bedchamber. This one looked far from sweet, however, and he liked that even more. Something to conquer, in time, to fight and win over. Oh, he lived for that, the chase and the struggle. That's how he had dragged himself up from the lowly castes of the shop merchants, that's how he would become a powerful Roman of wealth and honor. And that is how he would love to have this red haired creature before him. He let the auction build up, then shouted out, "7000 Denali!" He called out, pointing at the auctioneer. The price was exorbitant, a thousand more than two good breeder women slaves with a proven record. But it put an end to the matter quickly. The sudden, unsullied hush of the crowd caught the girl's attention and the auctioneer drew himself up higher. "Seven thousand Denali. Do I hear seven thousand fifty...?" His voice warbled tentatively, the sum already beyond the means of many...and for an unproved mare, quite ridiculous. Gamely, the portly man soldiered on, plastering the widest of smiles on his face. His unease made the girl chuckle, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she searched out the voice in the crowd that had caused the swift shift in the tide of men. Far in the back of the crowd, there was a man who stood under the shade of an awning held by others. Drawing her chin up defiantly, she glared in his direction. She was not chattel to be handled, it was something they seemed fond of doing, these men...savages. Her arms were jerked to the side as she was led off the platform, another slave ascending in her wake. The voice of the auctioneer clinging in her ears. Marcus Locus Androids. The man who fancied himself her owner now. Following the jerk of the chains, she could not manage to tear her eyes away from the man. Was it so surprising? Maybe he was a kind man, and would set her free... The slave dealer supplicated himself before Marcus Locus as the lowly merchants were wont to do before their 'betters'. He smirked. If only you knew, little man, he thought, that I was once like you, a man of little means, living off the hand-me-downs of the great families of Rome. But I fought harder than you, and I did better than you. He looked at Candela, and his eyes dispelled any idea of him being a gentle man. They were predatory, and all they spoke was 'I own you.' They wandered over her body without the slightest hint of shame. He made a single gesture, and his head slave stepped forward, giving the sweaty merchant his ill-gotten coin and took the chain that held the woman. He beckoned her closer, and a single yank of the chain sent her stumbling closer to him." I am Marcus Locus Androids, and you are mine," he said, as he slowly walked around her, looking her up and down, "Do you speak Latin, or are you just silly stupid little peasant girl from Gaul? No matter, you will learn one way or another that I am your master. The best ways do not require words at all." He was taller than she by at least a head, maybe more, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes sparked defiance as she looked back at him. His words meant nothing to her, the harshness of the tone the only meaning. Men like he had killed her family. Proud. Lingering. Predatory. Her spine stiffened at his close regard of her, her body twisting to watch him as he stalked around her. It was not wise to let him be..." Savage." The single word slipped from her lips, her eyes twitching with anger as she balled her fists. Pulling away from the man, she turned to face him fully, spitting at him. She was determined to kill him with her bare hands if she had to, her gaze vacillating from anger to wariness. The only thing that stopped her from jumping him now were the chains that restrained her, held by the man's purse slave. Drawing her fists up, she yanked at the chain experimentally. She could at least knock him out with the heavy chain... Just scowled at the spitting woman, and then he watched her rip the chain away from the unready purse slave, and his first thought was that the poor purse slave just earned himself a lifetime of hardship in the fields. Marcus Locus did not get where he was by tolerating ineptitude. But he was no pudgy and well-fed Roman, unable to fight his own fights or stand the sight of a little blood. He had known death, in the twist alleyways of Rome's darkest sections, and fought his own fights time and time again. As she raised the chain up at him - oh, muscular yet delicate, how lovely - he seized the chain, letting it wrap around his arm, and yanked her forward. He slapped her hard across the face, the second time, before yanking her again to the other side and sweeping her feet out from under her, sending her down into the dirt and mud floor of the market." Master." He said in a quiet voice that hid a terrible storm within, down at her. He forcibly yanked her up to her knees now, and pulled the remains of her clothes from her in one ripping pull." This one will be dragged through the streets behind my litter, Make sure she is well secured, and I will send you to the kitchens instead of the fields, fool." He said to the purse slave, before tossing the chain to him. He turned making his way to his waiting litter, his other purchases already huddled meekly beside it. Oh, he was not disappointed at all. Worth every last Denali, so far. Her cheeks and face stinging from his slaps, she ground her teeth in frustration. His soft words did nothing to reassure her; how easily he'd caught the chain. Maybe she had underestimated the man. It seemed so as he hauled her to her knees and stripped her of what little remained of her clothing. There were a few laughs, a few lewd whistles as the crowd watched Locus take her in hand. Muscles quivering in readiness as he handed the chain over, she surged to her feet, hands lunging after him as she shied away from where the purse slave led. The slave held the chain tight this time, though. Copper waves of hair trailed behind her as the man tugged to secure her into the knot of slaves already trussed behind the litter. They had gone there willingly, only seeming to know how to be led. She, however, would refuse until the day she died. It was not in her nature. Scowling at the purse slave first, then back toward the litter, and the man on it, she hauled on the chain roughly. It did not budge. The litter began to move, and her struggles only made her stumble into the dust over and over again. She was dragged through the streets with the other slaves he had purchased, as both men and women took her in. The streets were crowded, and a few dared a quick brush of her breasts or behind as her nude form walked past, and she heard snickers and cat calls from the windows above. Finally, they arrived at the home of Marcus Locus Androids, set on streets lined with trees. They passed through the bronze gates into a walled courtyard, and the gates closed. Here, a fountain bubbled, decorated in the style of wolf heads, and a well-kept garden. The house had a beautiful facade, the best money could buy, decorated with pious images of the gods. He unshackled her from the litter personally, and dragged her forward toward the house, and a stern and loveless woman waited for him at the doors. She had dark hair and a harsh face, and she might have been beautiful if not for her perpetual scowl." What do we have here, Marcus? What little embarrassment have you once again dragged int our homes?" she sneered at him." Silence, Julia, and go back to your bed maids." He responded, tersely, dragging her into the house. Looking around her, Candela searched for any exit to the courtyard that would be feasible. None seemed apparent, but his sudden presence at her side shifted her attention from an escape to a wary summation of him. His hands now held the chain that secured her, his grip not as weak as his purse slave. Distracting herself slightly, she looked away to take in the gardens that surrounded them. It was a piteous attempt at the beauty of the great lush forests she had known so recently. The stumbling pace he set for her seemed almost harsh despite its similarity to the pace of the street, except his was more set. Increasing her steps to keep up, she managed not to trip before the woman in the doorway. The scowl on her face was enough to make her defiant in the face of such a woman, blue eyes sparking a challenging anger. Their quick exchange piqued her interest, but she was too soon yanked into the villa before she could process the scene. Growling a little in frustration, she yanked back on the chain lightly and glaring at him, but her feet carried her where he led, her breath coming quicker as the building closed about them. She had lived all her life in the open, not in a building, and it was daunting to her." You cannot expect me to stay in such a dangerous place....it will fall..." she shifted her gaze to the ceiling above her. He pulled her through a green tiled atrium, the pool of water standing in the middle flanked by depictions of bathing goddesses, and when she spoke, one of the servant girls passing through perked up and looked at her in understanding. He turned to look at the servant, "You." The servant girl froze. She had done so well to be invisible in his household until now, and she looked afraid. She spoke in a Gaelic accent in stilted Latin, "Yes, Master? How may I serve?"" Do you speak that gibberish?" he pointed to Candela, and she nodded, repeating what she had said back in Latin solely." It will fall down, that's what she said?" he laughed out loud at the stupid little barbarian girl, "Tell her that she is going to be bathed, and if she disobeys or causes trouble, she will be beaten, And if she causes too much trouble, she will be killed. Slowly. If necessary, explain to the bitch what crucifixion is." The servant girl shuddered and nodded, turning and repeating what Marcus said to Candela, and added, "...take him very seriously, please, he is a cruel man and means what he says." Her whole attention transfixed on the girl, Candela nodded, as if in acquiescence. Her voice was strangely calm as she spoke. "He may wish to have me cleaned, but he is a fool. Everyone knows that the water kills. He may beat me to death for it, if he likes. If he means to kill me, so be it. I will be in better company. Don't let him hurt you. He is a savage, truly. If I survive his little ritual, it will be a wonder." Her attention shifting to him, she shook her head slowly. "Do as you please...may the gods have mercy on you." She rolled her eyes in disgust and looked away. How he could take more of her people like this...it wasn't decent. Could all of Rome be so gluttonous? She took a step toward him, with no indication that her intent was anything but threatening. "Leave her be..." she growled. He looked over at Candela as she growled at him in the atrium, her growl echoing in the green tiled room surrounded by frescoes and statues of the gods around the water pool. He bid the servant girl to translate, and she did meekly, then quickly shuffled a few steps back as Marcus Locus moved toward her." You do not tell me what to do. Tell her!" He said intensely, and the servant girl, frightened, yelped slightly then complied. He suddenly grabbed Candela's wrist suddenly, and twisted it around to her back, his clenched fist against the small of her back and his body against her." And if I want you bathed, you will be..." He shoved to her knees by kicking the back of her leg, taking a hold of the back of her neck with his strong hand, "I would have given you the pleasure of a heated bath to wipe the dirt from you, but this will do." He suddenly shoved her head first into the atrium pool, the cold rainwater rushing about her. Half of her body was still hanging out of the pool as he held her down underneath, then let her up for air just briefly before shoving her down again. Then again. Then again. Her scowl remained, despite the poor girl's reluctance to pass messages between them. It was really not her fault that he was savage enough to not know a proper language, nor proper customs. He did not know it was unsafe to keep a roof that could fall, not that water could bring death... The sudden plunge into the almost icy water sent her into a panic, her bound hands pressing upward on the edge of the pool. A scream muffled by the water, bubbled from her mouth as she thrashed against his grip. His brief lifts to let her regain the air in her lungs on served to let her scream at him for all the villa to hear. Let them hear, let them wonder at the wrath he'd brought to his own home. What little breath she had was spent screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs, questioning his mother's morals and various other lewd comments. Most were cut off by the thorough dunking, and she slowly flagged in strength. Choking a little, she wrenched against his grip, purposely toward the pool. If he wanted to drown her, so be it...make a better job of it... Marcus Locus scrambles for her chain as she plunges herself into the pool, out of his grip. He mutters under his breath, "Stupid bitch..." He lets her play at drowning for a moment, as she floats to the bottom of the shallow pool, then he stands at the edge of the pool, giving her chains a ferocious yank and pulling her up painfully to the surface again, her beautiful red hair matted against her face. Furthermore, he heard her mouth open for air, allowed a single breath, then pressed his heel against her shoulder and pressed her under again. He pulled her up again, finally, her nude body wet and half out of the chilled water. Furthermore, he gazed at her for a long moment, then took her by the throat and pulled her completely out of the water, slamming her down on the tile floor to shiver and drip. Convulsing on the tiles, Candela retched water out of her lungs before gasping for precious breath. Her wet, naked body trembled as she tried to suck air in, her body instinctively scooting away from the water's edge. A tremor in her voice she murmured, "Told you the water is dangerous..." Her statement was followed by a soft groan as she rolled away from him, the chains at her wrists clinking against each other. Grinding her teeth, she willed herself to not blurt out what she thought, but thought instead of the girl that would have to tell it to him. Poor girl." Satisfied, now?" Bastard. She stared out in front of her with a blank look. Marcus Locus laughed as the poor slave girl translated Candela's words, and just shook his head. "You haven't even begun to satisfy me, slave. But we shall see about that soon." He pulls up on the chain and began walking out of the atrium, through the vast main hall and its temple to the household gods, and up the staircases to his bedchambers. He was willing to drag her if she did not get to her feet quickly. He looked to the slave girl, "Come with us, you are useful for a time." And with that, the slave girl, her name was Media, cursed herself. She did not want to play any part in her master's games with this woman, but she just bowed her head, joking back an objection and followed obediently. The master's chambers were vast in this mansion, with a large bed and windows that looked over the back gardens, barred with heavy iron. And in the floor, before the bed, was a heavy iron ring set in the floor. He walked over to it, and ran the chain through the heavy ring before locking it there. Pushing to her feet at the tug, she glared at him, but kept silent. Shivering from the wet, she stumbled after him as she tried to gain her own footing, trying to keep her posture straight, proud as she was. Hands instinctively wrapped around the chain that held her hands, to better feel where he was taking her. They passed statues draped in stone sheets, almost lifelike in their silence, as they passed into the hall, lit with its oil lamps and ascended stone steps. The airy interior of the master's chambers made her suck in precious clear air, her attention completely diverted by the greenery of the gardens. It was another faint approximation of the wilds she had been raised in, but still the color distracted her long enough for her to be chained. Her feet carried her close to the window to look out, her shoulders jolting at the sudden stop as she came to the end of her tether. Turning back to him, she pressed her back against the sill, watching him warily. Marcus Locus gestured for Media to stand in a corner, the implication that he expected her to be invisible except when she was repeating his words. Like any good Roman, he was practiced in ignoring the presence of slaves. He walked to the chest at the base of his bed, and calmly took off his toga. He acts as if neither of them existed for a time, taking the heavy and luxurious garment off. Furthermore, he faced away from her, out of her chains reach, and gave her a few of his nude form briefly. Furthermore, he had not a few scars over a strong back and legs. Furthermore, he was a man who had a harsh life, that is plain, but had the body to deal with a harsh life. He pulled on a simple linen tunic, unadorned save for me a pattern of red stripes around the short sleeves, and seemed relaxed. This was his territory, it was plain to see, where he came to relax. He slowly turned to Candela, smirking." So, now we must discuss what is expected of you, little redhead," he said, gesturing for Media to repeat it." You are to be my concubine, my chamber slave. I will use you, parade you about, expect you to do what I say, when I say. In time, you will clean my feet with your tongue if I require of it. And in exchange, you will be well-fed, your body well-used, and I will not hang out outside my gates by the arms to slowly die of rape by paupers and lack of water." Media choked a little as she repeated the harsh words. She looked like she wanted to run from the room. She had seen the horrible things Marcus Locus had done when he spoke like this. He was not a man to speak idly. "I am not a mare," she spat at him, his terrible words doing more to anger than frighten her. Her feet brought her menacingly close to him, every muscle in her body defiant as she looked up at him. "Does all of Rome think it can subdue anything it touches? Are you too cruel that yourwifedoes not wish for your touch? I am not the fool you think I am." Candena smiled fleetingly at him, before drawing away again. She had known how to keep men at arm's length--charisma the way to keep their loyalty--she had seen her father do it until the day he was murdered by the Romans. She lingered close, still, in hopes that he might follow. Furthermore, she had not been oblivious to the looks and touches men had given her along the roads to this place. Her attention shifting back to the window, she turned away from him, "How can your life in a place so dry and barren? Do you not wish for something more?" She could hear Media repeat her words obediently and meekly, and Marcus Locus smirked at the juxtaposition, this fiery woman's defiance and the meek little slave's translations, stilted and tinged with her Gaelic accent." My wife, she is the dry and barren one. But she is of no concern to you," he smirked, "And I do not know what Rome thinks nor do I care. But I am a conqueror, I take what I see fit to take. I am cruel when conquest requires my cruelty, as you will soon find out. But I am generous to those who are pleasing to me. You are a mare if I say you are a mare today. You are a dog if I say you are dog today." He stands, watching her walk toward the garden windows, then grabbed the chain, pulling her back forcefully. He did not follow any woman - while she was going to be led where he saw fit. Furthermore, he put his foot down on the chain, shortening so much that she could not lift her head high, despite her struggles." Good dog, bark for me." He says, a cruel flash in his eyes. Stumbling back at the rough tug, her body collided briefly against his before he jerked the chain low enough so she could not look him in the eye. Her silence met his command to bark, her teeth clenched tightly. He did not know the finesse of managing people....did he threaten solely to keep control? The girl's meek translation was true to her word, but seemed so frightened. Her voice quiet, so quiet that the girl might not hear her, she tugged back on the chain slightly, "If she is that cold-hearted, then I suppose I should pity you." Turning her face away from him, her gaze shifted to the swaying trees in the garden. Slowly, she let herself relax, sinking to the floor. It was a dangerous thing to do before an enemy, or anyone not trusted, but maybe it was a step in freeing herself. He was proud, this one... Suddenly, she asked, "Can she teach me to speak your language? She shouldn't have to dream of fighting people at night. She is only a girl...." "In time, she will teach and you will learn. I find your concern almost touching," he whispered, leaning down and caressing her face, then follows her eyes back to the gardens, "Do you like them? A concubine of mine would have the privilege of walking in them every day, spending her days lounging in the sun, free of care. You should be thanking me, who knows where you find yourself if I had not taken you at such a high cost. Perhaps chained in a brothel somewhere, or being whipped and cleaning dirty laundry for some old ill senator, deep in the bowels of some dirty estate." He leaned back up, looking down at her, "I can be kind, and I ask so little, only your obedience." She nodded slightly, not flinching away from his touch. If she must learn to trust him, so be it. "They are beautiful..." His words held a light menace to them, as if to say he was powerful enough to put her in the places he spoke of. Her attention shifted back to him, a sly smile lighting her face. "I imagine the evenings would be quite different from the days." Laughing softly, her gaze flickered to the girl and back to him again. Slowly she licked her lips, her voice gentle. "I know what you want of me...send the girl away..." It was far from a command, but a request. He wanted cooperation, and that she could give him. Tilting her face toward his, she tried to catch his eye, to show she was sincere...and would comply. He did not trust her, not quite yet. Perhaps she hoped to play his pet and just wait for the moment to strangle him. But he could handle this little Celt, and if she did not behave, well, there were other options to show her how preferable a place in his bed was compared to other fates. He looked at Media, "Tell her to that if she shows me she knows what I want, and learns from you during the day, you will not have to be here anymore. Then you may go," and the girl nodded, repeating quickly what he said, then departed quickly and eagerly. He stood before her, looking down at her, waiting for her to do as she was bid. She waited until the girl's footsteps had faded away into silence before drawing closer to him on her knees. Red hair cascading over her shoulder as it began to dry, Candela reached out a calculating hand, cool flesh skimming against the muscles of his thigh and along the fabric of his tunic. Blue eyes watched him keenly, ever ready to snatch her hand away if he looked as if he would strike, gentle fingers venturing to caress the warm, heavy flesh tucked behind his manhood. She'd never done such a thing, but she had seen other girls her age give a man pleasure from such." Is that what you wish?" she whispered tenderly, knowing he would not understand anything but her tone. Her fingers continued to caress languidly, waiting for some signal of acceptance or for her to continue. Slowly, she leaned toward him, watching. He looked down at her, smiling sinister as she caressed up his thigh and touched his manhood, her nimble fingers caressing him. She spoke words in a tender tone, though he understood nothing of her barbarian speech. That voice would speak Latin one day, and beg him for this and more." Yes," he said simply, making sure his tone was clear as he slowly nodded his head. That should be a simple enough word for a barbarian to learn quick enough - 'Yes'. Such a strange language he spoke, and she tried not to laugh, managing to rein her humor in to a mere smile. Brushing her other hand against his knee, she pressed her body against his shins, lips brushing teasingly along the hem of the tunic as she caressed him. A nubile girl, compared to a cold wife, could warm him...of that she was certain. Emboldened hands drew under the tunic, lips pressing gently against his manhood. She was afraid of the man and what he was capable of, but she knew now that he was quite serious, and quite capable of making her life hell if she did not comply. Carefully, she stopped long enough to look up at him, a searching look on her face. He looked down at her, and part of him felt victorious. There was part of him which loved the conquest, loved the struggles ending in his victory. But beyond that, there was the part that shown deep in his eyes, perhaps clear to a woman who could not have her perceptions muddied by his words. He wanted someone, to share his bed with, to have no fear from. Someone untouched by politics and wealth, untouched by his struggles for power, and she might do nicely. She had no care for the politics of Rome, and he could tell her anything and she would not be able to understand, but she would also not be able to tell. His private woman, someone to retreat to. He was Janus, the two-faced god, part of him desiring, the other cruel, one no less than the other. He ran a hand through her crimson locks, and nodded slowly, beckoning her onward. Surprised by the glimmer of softness in his eyes, she brushed her lips gently against his skin once more. The gentle brush of his fingers through her hair made her whimper softly, her eyes slipping closed as she let her tongue taste him. Every movement was timid and deliberate as she tucked against him, suckling his manhood, unconsciously trying to comfort the part of him that shone softly in his eyes. What did that softness mean? He looked down at her, drawing in a breath as she sucked upon him and let his head fall back slightly, but didn't dare shut his eyes. He did not trust her, not quite yet, whatever a comfort she might be right now. As she moved upon him, that part of his mind that never ceased its calculations of power and wealth was slowly silenced. But, he was more than aware of her teeth and his precious member, and finally pushed her off of it. He gestured, "Turn around," he said. He hoped that the girl was not such a simpleton she did not know what it was to be taken from behind, but that was what he was going to do. It would put him in control, her bent over and facing away from him as he took her on the floor, bowing while impaled upon his manhood. He stiffened all the more at the thought, his cruel side relishing the idea of slapping her flesh while doing so. Blanching when he pushed her away, Candela looked up at him uncomprehending until she caught the twirl of his fingers. Nodding once, she turned away from him, her eyes pressing closed tight. Still on her knees, she forced calm breaths into and out of her chest. If she thought of him as a stallion and she as a mare, it would not be so terrible as a memory, she supposed. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she tried to keep her countenance calm, but it was not quite so easy with rebellion masking the fear in her eyes. He took the palm of his hand and put it between her shoulder blades as he kneels down behind her, making her bend over farther, her breasts almost brushing the floor, and her rear stick up higher. He spent a moment taking in the sight of her beautiful body, strong and young, and give her firm buttocks a slap, leaving a red mark upon her pale skin." You will do well." He says, knowing she cannot understand him, and perhaps liking that. And with that, he pressed his manhood's head against the puffy lips of her sex, then pressed slowly in, filling her canal with an insistent gentleness, before beginning to move back and forth through her. Biting back a sob, she held as still as her trembling body would allow, forcing her mind to block the pain despite his gentle movements. Dropping her chin against her chest, she pressed her lips tightly together. Groaning a half-protest, she shuddered in his grasp, her body tensing as she pressed her hips back against his slowly. Skin aflame with a crimson glow, she whimpered with a growing panic. The raw, cloying pain slowly gave way to a warm, almost pleasant sensation in her gut. What this man was, she did not know, but he was surely a two-tongued fellow...sweet touches and acid words. "Gods protect us..." she murmured softly, forcing herself to be still in his arms. He felt her, staying stiff as a board, and shook his head, "Are you made of stone, woman? I can buy stone women and put them in my garden to stare at. I have no use for them in my chambers." He grabbed hold of her hips, and began to move her as she should move, forcing her to move back against him, move her hips just so. Her breasts dragged across the tile floor as he did so, forcing her body to move more." Yes," he said repeating the word. He then stopped for a moment, letting her be still again, "No." And seized her waist even more roughly, shoving her back against him in an exaggerated motion, "Yes." He grabbed her hair, those crimson locks he had paid such a premium for, threatening to pull on it harshly if she did not show she understood. A squeal of indignation passed her lips as he moved her as he pleased, her back arching as if to give her more purchase to resist him. Gasping in air, she jerked her shoulders back, her breasts bouncing a bit as she tried to pull away from the floor. At the grip into her hair, she shuddered and then tentatively moved as he indicated. A soft hiss of air escaped her lips as she did, as if it was the only way to stop the pain of newness about it. Pressing her lips together, she thrust her hips back toward his. It was an awkward thing, with no grace in it, but maybe it would please him. Would it? She did not know, though as likely would not. She was not a whore that knew what men wanted, she was only a simple girl... Letting go of an unconsciously held breath, she slowed to a gentler pace, trying to find some pleasure from it, experimenting with the new sensations. "Yes," he said, intoning the word clearly for her to understand, as she began to move back against him. It was ungraceful, awkward, but it was an effort. She had much to learn, but she had shown the ability to learn. He relaxed his savagery slightly as she began to move more gently against him. He moved with her, and slowly they became to come into sync with each other, his thrusts growing in power as they did so, "Good, very good." He said, letting go of her hair, "You are not a lost cause after all, slut." A whimpering moan slipped from her lips as he eased within her, moving not against her but with her feeble efforts to please him. His voice, however barbarian as it was, was soothing to a degree as she eased into a rhythm that still faltered at some of his rougher thrusts. The feeling was more enjoyable that she would have thought, which gave her pause as she savored the rush it gave her. Gasping in surprise, she caught herself slowing and thrust back at him to catch his rhythm again. It was strange, the soft noises of contentment falling from her lips, but so were the possessive movements of his hips, as if he were as wild as she--and without a woman. Shuddering suddenly, she let out a soft sob as she collapsed under her own slight weight, elbows hitting the stone floor beneath her as she struggled to hold herself up under the strange onslaught. He felt her quiver beneath him, her body yielding up her climax despite whatever disgust she might have for him. And he smiled down at her, as he took one more inch of her for his own. But his own need was not yet served, and that was what she was for, to serve his needs. He pulled out of her, and looked at the crimson around his shaft." I had not realized what a prize you truly were, slave," he said, smiling. His voice was full of delight at this discovery. He was her first, and he would her only until he said otherwise. He had claimed from her something that no one could take back, and he thrilled at it. He took her by the shoulders, pulling her around so she was on her back, his rough hands insistent yet full of a strange gentleness. The surrounding chain n His shaft throbbed as it hung hard and wanting, and he moved between her legs. He grasped her ankles forcefully, forcing her legs around her. Now he knew why she knew nothing at all. So, she had to be shown. He put his hands on either side of her head, cascading with those delicious red locks, and pushed into her once again, slowly now, not rushing this delicious moment and mindful of her soreness. A ragged breath slipped from her lips as she rolled with his direction to lay back. His hands were strangely more gentle now--had he has seen her state as he had claimed her? His insistent thrust into her depths proved he was not finished with her and her eyes involuntarily winced, even with the languorous pace he had set himself. Swallowing convulsively past the lump in her throat, she tried a feeble smile for him, her legs hooking around his hips tentatively. Her pale eyes watched him with interest, pale skin reddening with a blush that crept down her body as he took her. Strange to feel the man within her, moving as if a lover... He looked at the smile, thinking she is trying to be pleasing. But it is the effort that counts. He watched her body move beneath for a while, delighting in the smell and the look of her sweating pale skin as it moved underneath him. She was so pure and young, he thought to himself, the thought bringing forth a pleasurable growl deep within him. He looked up into her eyes, and she saw the absolute possession contained in his. Those eyes knew they owned her, reveled in it, and told her that he, and only he was master over her. His shaft began to move faster in her, his thrusts increasing their beat, as he looked down at her, his eyes never leaving hers for all his motions.

The Glory of Rome (PrimalChaos and daylily)|rating:2.0

[Sex Magick] - Rules, Accepted Characters, Spells, Locations, NPCs

Sex Magic Info Thread This thread contains almost all the reference needed to play in the world of Sex Magic. Accepted character sheets are posted here by the players. This is not a news thread! That can be found here (LOG-July 8, 2014 - Edited post header section-July 7, 2014 - Edited Anti-Magic spell, edited NPCs (Silesia Buenavista and Mike Castanet), Le Divert Soul eve wording.- July 4, 2014 - Edited Post Header format.- July 2, 2014 - Added Silesia Buenavista, NPC. Added Graphics section.- July 1, 2014 - Added Find Person spell, edited Dreamscape Control spell, added Jasper Johnson (NPC)- June 30, 2014 - Added Mike Castanet, NPC- June 29, 2014 - Added the Chameleon, Trust, Dreamscape Control, ESP, Locate Person, Read Emotion, and Astral Projection spells. Added Spell Effects to Post Header template. Added NPC pictures & Character Models. Edited See Aura spell.- June 27, 2014 - Added History to Character Creation section. Created FAQ w/ 3 questions to start. Added Illusion and Apparition spells.- June 26, 2014 - Character Sheet and Post Header code edited, minor flavor text changes, clarifying Malachi and humans (no power levels, no XP), added Luck spell.- June 25, 2014 - The info thread is up! General Info Throughout history, rare individuals have received a gift of creative power, instinctively pulled from their very souls. It is powered by one of the most basic needs - sex, and the fulfillment it gives a person. This power makes humanity afraid. From the destruction of the Illuminati, to the witch burnings of the Inquisition, many authorities of the world have engaged their own private wars in order to maintain control. Sex magic practitioners know, from the very beginning, that the public cannot know of this knowledge, or even of their existence. They practice in secret. Those that find similar practitioners are the lucky ones indeed. Those that find traps set by watchful eyes are not so lucky. Governments, scientists, moral agencies, even other magical sects - all would like to get their hands on sex magic practitioners for their own ends. In Washington DC, this very day, those who practice Sex Magic are beset upon all sides. Some struggle from day to day to keep themselves hidden. Some find solace in one another. Some have succeeded so well as to grow debaucheries in their well-protected harems, orgies, and covens. Every day, it could all come crashing down, for who can keep secrets in this city? Sex Magic is a Group Role-play, open to anyone of any orientation, and will continue to be open to new players after game start. It is a soft role-play, with a very light system for magic, explained below; no dice rolls are needed. In spite of the nature of the setting, the game can be plot-heavy, though avoiding the plot for the sake of sticking to smut is possible. The pace of the game plot will be like a game of cat and mouse - slow and detailed at first, but speeding up if events exacerbate the situation. The desired posting rate for players will be average - not too fast, not too slow. Players can play three types of characters: a magician, a normal person, or a person who is a source of magical, sexual energy called Malachi (or Angels). Whatever you choose to play, it will be within the underground society created by magicians, trying to create a social scene for themselves, far from prying eyes. Players who wish to make multiple characters might try making a character of each type, in order to populate the world with diversity. The Magic Systematic SYSTEM-Sex Magic is a soft RP, except for magic, which is a very light, easy homebrew system.- Magicians cast spells. Unless care is taken to make the magic subtle, public displays of your magic will garner too much attention from dangerous eyes. There are almost no other known types of magic in the world, though the sex magic has branched out into many types of unexpected expression, from enchanted objects and locations (Four Corners, NM), to physical and mental transformations (werewolves). - Having sex (satisfying the partner, either emotionally or physically or both, with physical contact) gets you a point of sexual Energy. Energy is stored within the person, to be used when casting a spell. Fucking another magical practitioner or Malachi to the satisfaction of both fills you with as much Energy as your Power Level. - The magicians' strengths are denoted by a Power Level stat. Your Power Level is the maximum amount of Energy you can have stored in your body. Your power level is also the maximum number of spell effects you know how to cast. They can be cast as often as you like, provided you have enough Energy in your body.- A spell, in its most basic form, affects one person for a short duration (a "moment" or 10 minutes maximum). There are as many effects as there are stars in the sky. For every additional person you want to affect, or for every additional "moment" you want to add to the duration, you add another Energy point to the spell when it is cast.- To gain Power Levels, you must gain 10 experience points, which is then spent on a new level. You gain 1 experience point every time you use a spell in a role-playing post differently than you ever have before, or participate in a particularly meaningful or mind-blowing encounter, sexual or otherwise. - Each level gives you another spell effect you can cast, and you can store one more point of Energy. There is no Power Level max.- Brand-new characters who first gain the ability to cast magic start at level 1. At level one, you have on point of Energy and one spell effect you know. Magic use is an instinctive gift, it cannot be taught. I can allow starting players to start up to level 2-5 or even higher if they don't want to RP the whole "discovering your new powers" scenario. The more involved with internal politics and plot a player wants a character to be, the higher I can start them. In short - help me keep the game moving, and you will be rewarded. - The magic system is not based upon the physical measurement of effects, but rather, how many people each spell will affect. This allows for a lot of leeway in descriptions of spells, though those descriptions will not allow for more people to be affected. Also, permanence of spells is almost unheard of: the duration of spells is a moment (10 minutes), and casting a spell to do something for a longer duration takes an additional Energy point per moment. For example, to set an alarm for a door for 8 hours of sleep is (8 hours x 6 moments/hour) 48 Energy.- A magician casting a spell is obvious to other magicians; it is instinctively noticed in line of sight, as long as the magician is paying attention. A spell being cast in a crowded room, in one's peripheral vision, or while the observer is distracted, can easily be missed. Magicians can only identify other magicians once they touch - each magician immediately, magically knows of the other at that point. Malachi can only be discovered by a spell, or...you know...during the deed. SpellsSPELLSThis is a sample of spells you can take, though there are as many spell effects as there are stars in the sky. Creating a new spell effect requires GM approval. The spell will then be added to the list for anyone to acquire. Unless otherwise noted, a spell has a duration of a "moment" (ten minutes max), with the ability to extend the duration of the spell by an additional "moment" per Energy point added to the casting. Alarm: Set some contingency situation (A door opens, someone enters a room) that sets off a loud noise upon completion. The alarm goes away after triggered once, though Energy can be added at casting time to allow the alarm to have multiple triggering. Anti-magick: This spell is a very important spell, learned early. You cast, on yourself, protection from one opponent spell caster's magic. Each opponent magician you want to protect against is one MANA. This is reflexive and instant, and can be cast AFTER an offensive spell is declared in a previous post, successfully blocking a magical attack. However, this only protects the body and mind from magic, it does not protect from environmental effects that magic creates. For example, if someone tries to light you on fire with magic, you can then cast anti-magic on that one person. However, this means the clothes on your body are lit on fire instead of you yourself. The danger of damage is not as severe; you could put out the fire much easier since it is only your clothes that are burning, not you. The opponent named in this spell must be either line of sight, or you know the specific magician (including that person's name) in question, if not in line of sight. This spell will negate an existing, ongoing effect as long as the Energy spent for this spell was as much as the Energy spent for the spell being negated. This spell cannot be cast in advance; there must be either a spell effect existing, or a spell cast in the previous post, about to hit. Astral Projection: The caster's body enters a trance, and the consciousness of the caster leaves the body. This astral self is invisible and immaterial. Travel of any distance is nearly instantaneous. (Idea: Prestidigitation)Attraction: the most basic spell, and usually the first spell learned. Make yourself irresistible to one person. It doesn't mean they'd automatically have sex with you, just that they'd treat you the same way they'd treat the one person they want to lay. Add another MANA to make a third person the object of the victim's desire. (Remember the rule - one additional point per extra person or moment.) Chameleon: Wherever the caster goes, he is assumed to belong. Others will largely ignore his presence and, if interacted with, no specifics can be recalled afterward. The spell can both be broadened onto others and prolonged, as per regular mechanics. It has a limit, however: it cannot affect people actively paying attention to the caster at the time it is evoked. (Idea: On Doom)Create Water: What can this water do? Quench one person's thirst, sweep one person off their feet, erode a hole in a mud wall big enough for one person, etc. However, the water disappears after the duration. Create Wood/Fire/Earth/Air/Metal/etc: Spells similar to Create Water. Only one element per spell learned. Dreamscape Control: This ability allows a person to traverse other people's dreaming minds, and to exert control over the environment the dreamers see. They can spawn lascivious images of torrid passion, or horrifying visions of nightmarish quality. Whether they remember it in the morning, of course, is left entirely up to the skill of the dreamer, or the intensity of the dream. The spell requires a moderate familiarity of the victim or line of sight. Familiarity with a person (useful for many spells) can be gained in dreams, as can Sexual Energy by the normal means. If this spell is cast on yourself for the duration of your sleep, you can control your own dreams, keeping other magicians out. (Idea: Prestidigitation)ESP: Read the thoughts of a person in line of sight, or is familiar. A person's thoughts may not necessarily reveal wanted information, though if something calls the topic to mind of the victim, it is easier to detect. ESP can be sensed by a magician if it is used on them. If this is the case, casting Anti-Magic or ESP effectively blocks it. If the victim is not a magician, it is possible that the ESP spell may not be noticed. However, the caster appears very intent on the victim; those knowledgeable of magic, even if not a magician, can guess something is up. Find Person: You may track a familiar person from any distance, but if the travel to the person takes longer the duration of the spell, the trail goes cold. (Idea: Prestidigitation)Illusion/Apparition: The ability to cast an Illusion or an Apparition is each a different spell; to have the ability to cast both, two spell slots must be taken. Illusion creates something that can affect all senses on a single person. The size of the Illusion, the duration of the Illusion, who can see it (line of sight and familiar people only) and the number of people who sense it, follow the usual rules. An Apparition is different. The Apparition is a vision that everyone, including electronic media, can see and detect. An Apparition affects sight only. It has no substance or mass. The usual rules apply for duration, but anyone who could see the Apparition does see it, regardless of whether the caster is aware of their presence or not. (Idea: StormRanger779)Locate Person: If a caster has familiarity with a person, that person can be magically located, with a general feeling as to which direction and how far away the person is. Luck: For the duration, you have the potential for something very lucky and out of the ordinary to occur. (GM's choice.) Once that thing occurs, the spell is spent. (Idea: Top Cat)Magical Attack: This could take any form you can think of: a twinkling light, lasers from the eyes, chi emanating from an open palm, ghostly apparitions swarming a victim, etc. An undefended target (anyone that does not cast Anti-Magic in the next post) can be hurt, seriously injured, or even killed, based upon soft RP rules. The attack can be broadened to multiple people, as per the usual mechanic. Paralyze: Holds one person frozen in place (but otherwise cognizant) for a moment. Protective Physical Shield: A shield that protects you from non-magical attacks from one person. Fists, knife, gun, whatever. This shield can take whatever form is particular to the caster: a ghostly knight's shield, a glowing bubble, or even an invisible barrier. Most attacks have an opportunity to retroactively raise the shield in the victim's post, some attacks (such as a sniper's bullet) obviously do not. If two people are firing at you or a weapon requires two people to operate, and you want protection from both of them, spend two Energy. (How many people sit in the Orbital Laser Cannon Command Center again? 15?) ;)Read Emotion: The caster can sense the emotions of one person within line of sight, or of someone familiar from any distance. Repulsion: The opposite of the Attraction spell. Remember, making a target besides yourself ugly to one other person requires 2 Energy, because the spell involves 2 people - the target who appears ugly, and the target who sees the first person as ugly. See Aura: You can see the Killian Aura of a person. From this, you can determine magicians and Malachi from a glance. You can also see the power level of a Magician. You still have to spend extra Energy for each additional person you inspect. Telekinesis/Levitation/Flight: A straightforward power. You are able to lift and propel something as big as one person, at the speed an average person could run; it could even be yourself. Trust: The target strongly trusts the Magicked. It doesn't otherwise compel any behavior, so the target wouldn't do anything out of character. A target of neutral or friendly disposition will usually rationalize the effect of the spell, while a suspicious or even antagonistic one may notice that something is wrong. The usual duration and number of people apply. (Idea: On Doom)MalachsMalachs are not magicians, but they are a boon to any magician that gains the favor of one. They are nicknamed "Angels" due to their welcome presence. They ooze sexual energy, energy that can be tapped by worthy magicians. A Malachi who feels a positive emotion toward a magician, be it pride, love, respect, or awe, can "bless" a magician. These blessings can take many forms, from braggadocio to a traditional, ritualistic prayer. The praise must be felt deeply; no blessing can be given falsely, if the Malachi does not feel deeply for the magician. Blessings, or sex with a Malachi, fills a magician with Energy until they feel like they will burst - their Energy is filled to the maximum. Malachi are rare, valued, and often fought over. If a Malachi learns Sex Magic, they lose their Malachi power and become a magician instead. Character Sheet FormatCHARACTER SHEET FORMAT Name and Type: (John Doe the Magician, Bob Smith the Malachi, etc.)Age:Sex camp; Orientation:General Description: (Include clothes, scars, mannerisms, personality, relevant history.) Character Model:History:Items normally carried on you:Notable Items you can run home to get:Career/Finances: (Include assets, like property.) Motivations:Relations: (Friends, Allies, Lovers, Relatives, Enemies.) Group Affiliations: (The Coven, The Vitrine Order, etc. PCs can create organizations of their own. Power Level: (To the first decimal place, which denotes experience. If your character is PL 3 with 8 experience, your Power Level can be recorded as 3.8. If character is a Malachi or a human, this line can be omitted. Malachi and humans do not acquire power levels or experience.) Spells Known: (If a Malachi or human, this line can be omitted.) Note: The GM may make exceptions for those wishing to keep information about their character out of public view. Code: [Select][b]Name and Type:[/b][b]Age:[/b][b]Sex camp; Orientation:[/b][b]General Description:[/b][b]Character Model:[/b][b]History[/b][b]Items normally carried on you:[/b][b]Notable Items you can run home to get:[/b][b]Career/Finances:[/b][b]Motivations:[/b][b]Relations:[/b][b]Group Affiliations:[/b][b]Power Level:[/b][b]Spells Known:[/b]Post Header Format Name and Type:Power Level: (Magician Power Level, experience points, XP gained in this post, like this --Sgt; 21, 8, 1. Ignore if Malachi or human.) Spell Effects: (Spells both cast this post, and already in effect.) Location:Date camp; Time:Tags: (people, places, and events that the post concerns)Current Energy Level: (at the beginning of the post)Energy Spent or Gained: (Energy spent from the events in this post, if any. Omit if not a magician.)) Experience Gained: (Experience Gained from the events in this post, if any. Omit if not a magician.)) Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=300]insert character image here[/IMG][/float left][b]Name:[/b][b]Power Level:[/b][b]Spell Effects:[/b][b]Location:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Tags:[/b][b]Current Energy Level:[/b][b]Energy Spent or Gained:[/b][b]Experience Gained:[/b] IC Organizations The Coven is the largest organization of Sex Magisters in DC is led by Hairline Pavarotti, a matronly Dominatrix in a local BDSM club. She does her best to make The Coven (no worries, men are allowed in, though the only makeup 20% of the population) an organized thing, though sex magic is so instinctive and varied that there are vastly more independent practitioners than there are coven members. There exists offshoots from the Coven, those that disagree with Hairline and form their own groups, and those magisters that combine for other reasons than mere magic. Being an organization of magisters has its drawbacks - it is a target for those who would wish to destroy, study, or control sex magisters. It does not have any members outside the area, but does hold alliances with other magical groups in DC and beyond. The Frame (Latin for javelin) are the loose affiliation of Rape Magisters in DC. They, as a whole, vary between protecting their interests (against lawmen, nosy rubberneckers, or anyone who intrudes) and lashing out at people and organizations they feel are a threat, including the Coven. The Frame is 70% men. There are no leaders, though the most adamant and powerful Rape Magician is Shana Worcester, a muscular cop who uses her inside influence and vast magical power to keep prying eyes away from her activities. The Vitrine Order is the widest cast magical organization in the world, with strict rules and a stricter hierarchy, full of pretentious ritual and inflexible traditions, though they do throw a mean party. They have made deals with smaller nations and corporations to stay out of each other's business, due to their relatively high profile, but the USA doesn't usually negotiate. Their ranks are usually not the most numerous or well-seen in any given city, given that the global networker must often give up the local scene to maintain their vastly spanning networks. There are few of them in DC, but their allies are powerful, if they ever can convince said allies to visit the city. Of the few Citrines in the city, the most powerful one is Mark Sutton, a toned man of 30 who behaves deferential to his non-local 'superiors'. The Vitrine is mostly men (85%). The local Vitrine run Le Divert Solve (The Raised Woodpecker), a magician-only social club that is openly orgiastic. For the most part, mundane individuals and rape magicians do not get invited. The American government must know enough to know these groups are dangerous, because they are watching, and occasionally "sanctioning", almost every sizeable magic group in the area, and possibly the world. The FBI investigates, the NSA taps phones lines, the CIA sends drones over DC. LENS (makes every DC resident nervous. There are no faces, no names that any magician could interact with - anyone compromised within the government by an outside influence is swiftly replaced. There's probably one person in charge of the pursuing magicians, but spooks don't put that in their title on their office door, Freemasons are exactly who you think they are - old men who use their exclusive club to desperately hang on to one of the last remaining all boys' club in modern society. Being centered around morality, the Freemasons have taken to watching and cataloging sex magicians, gathering information on the practice in order to understand it. It is not violent against magicians, but it does not promote the practice, nor help magical organizations. The only good thing that can be said about it, is that they work independently of the government towards their own ends - they do not report their findings to the CIA.PC-created organizations are welcome. Notable NPCs(Pavarotti, 36/F, leader of the coven. Hairline exudes sensuality in spite of the extra pounds she has put on in the past 10 years. She considers herself the mother of all mothers, running the Coven as her own baby, angrily defending it from opponents, both within and without of the Coven. She plays a very political game, garnering favors for boons. Furthermore, she often has trouble thinking up of an appropriate boon - she has gotten wealthy and well-fucked from her time as the Coven matriarch. Her only need is the need of all magicians - to keep her and her 'family' safe. To this effect, most of her needs are protective or first-strike related. She could grant almost as many boons as a Congressperson, some of whom have been seen visiting her palatial home. She normally wears the latest corset that she fancies. Furthermore, she has notes of Steampunk all through her wardrobe and home. Furthermore, she normally carries a huge purse of many items - a gun, mace, business cards (non-sexual Domination escort), the latest smartphone, even a tiny extendable tripod for her phone. Her servants at home run the gamut from butler, to chef, to harem, to bodyguard. She is in possession of civilian assault rifles, not quite legal within the city limits of DC. She is independently wealthy through long use of her magic. Professional Dome. Large estate (20 acres) with large, well defended mansion. She is motivated by power and narcissism. In all, she is a very helpful ally, insofar as it promotes/protects the Coven or her personally. Relations: She is polyandrous, sporting a different husband for each day of the week, all minor spell casters. Her harem consists of new, fledgling, even younger spell casters, eager to learn more in exchange for the sex, love, and Energy she needs. Character Model: Melissa McCarthy Group Affiliations: the Coven Power Level: 100 Spells Known: Pretty much anything(Sutton, 43 M, regional leader of the Vitrine Order. Mark can be described as "casual", as it relates to men's fashion: khakis, poles, loafers. His angular face is clean-shaven, and his hair sweeps back like he's from the 80s. He is a fit, lean, well tanned man. Forever a bachelor, he has gone from aging white collar worker to a confident, straightforward magician. He lives modestly, using his funding from the Vitrine order only to promote the sect inside the city, and not usually for his own personal gain. His morality is matter of fact, never seedy but never of sterling character either. Though he often courts many magicians, he still enjoys the thrill of pickup women in bars (without magic) and getting them into bed, in spite of the trickle of Energy it provides. Sometimes he teaches magic to a woman, but never can he give a romantic commitment. What motivates him? Sensuality, mostly. The thrill of winning - not necessarily in dramatic conflicts, but in bed, in games, in conversations, on the stock market. His outward composure is like Jack Nicholson - always friendly but strangely menacing for no reason other than his looks. His only affiliation is with the Vitrine, though he is welcome within any of the Coven's gathering, since a man of his power is enticing to Hairline's status seeking. He has no relations to speak of. He might have a cousin living in Pennsylvania somewhere. Character Model: William FichtnerPower Level 60, many spells.(Castanet, 25/m, Magician, member of the Vitrine Order. Mike is the bartender at Le Divert Soul eve, and happy to have a job dealing with magicians instead of the pressure of hiding his true powers out in the normal world. He knows he has a great job, and works hard to keep it. He toes the line, defers to others of the Order, and follows and upholds the rules of the club. This core is surrounded by a demeanor of a young Casanova, as well as that cool, friendly managerial type who tries to be your buddy at the same time as he is your boss. He'll give you his opinions, sure, but his quick wit and his precise speech brings to mind a politician. He does his best to mix fashion with work clothes, usually wearing a casual button-up shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. Even his shoes are sensible, wearing New Balance running shoes when he has to stay on his feet all day. His hair is the perfect balance of mess and style, done perfectly each afternoon before heading in to work the bar. When he is off duty, though, look out - he wears the hippest casual fashion, looking like he stepped out of a Hollister catalog every day. Power Level: 20Character Model: Zac Efron(Worcester, 28 F, leader of the Frame. Shana is a muscular cop who always seems to survive. She has a short, almost buzzed head of blonde hair. Her skin is fair, but freckled and tanned. She shows her "guns" off often, wearing a tank top, shorts, and sneakers most of the time she is not on duty. She magically turns away prying eyes from her police work, her BDSM activities (Dome, always Dome), and her Rape Magic. Too many men, down on their luck, enjoyed her aggressiveness to ever convince her that a woman, raping, was wrong. She uses the gender double-standard at the same time she breaks all stereotypes. She doesn't stand for anything except her own survival, her own power, her own status quo. Furthermore, she has struck a delicate balance with other magicians in the area - do not reveal her, and she will not expose the whole system. Furthermore, she'd just as soon call the CIA as have her empire taken down. Luckily, she isn't the sort of person to destroy other magicians on a whim - but many magicians' sense of right and wrong has made them try to stop Shana - with disastrous results. She leads the Frame, though no one outside of rape magicians can say how or where. All signs point to her, but she does not appear in public outside of her "day job". It is not currently known what her relatives are. Power Level: 80, many spells.(Johnson, 32 M, Magician. This former NBA journeyman had, in his career, no lack of women in his life. It was the best of luck that he ended up being a sex magician as well. At 7'4", he towers over most people physically, though not socially. He didn't have the financial discipline to keep his prodigious NBA salary well invested. After his early retirement after an ACL injury, he soon filed for bankruptcy after a few short years of partying and paying for an entourage of bodyguards, yes men, and groupies. He works now as the doorman in Le Divert Soul eve, one of the few things left that could keep him in the Vitrine Order. Power Level: 30 Spells: Alert, See Aura, many others Character Model: Kevin Garnett still dresses fine - his fitted suits and size 14 polished leather shoes are leftovers from his high living. He takes care of his clothes meticulously, taking offense to anyone who might hurt his expensive clothes, even accidentally. Sinisia Buenavista, 18 F. Sin is a member of the Coven, at once enamored by the sisterhood promoted by Hairline. However, she egregiously broke the rules among magical organizations, attacking the Vitrine order out of some misplaced sense of egalitarian justice. Hairline threw her to the dogs; serving at the Vitrine Order as a trophy, a lay, and a display was a punishment and a decompensation to Mark Sutton. Sin began to like serving at Le Divert Soul eve, perhaps in self-delusion. She began to see the unfairness of Malachi being praised merely for being a magical battery. She bedded who she liked, not only out of the joy of sexual freedom, but also to show that even the lowest magician was as beneficial to another magician in bed as a Malachi. Furthermore, she's never hidden the fact that she loves her "work" at Le Divert Soul eve, and begrudgingly, her hate of the Patriarchy (which means nothing in a magical secret society) has been replaced with an understanding that now, she has the tools to control her own life...as soon as her service under Mark Sutton is up. Power Level: 6 Spells: Anti-Magic, Attraction, Create Fire, Paralyze, Protective Physical Shield, Repulsion Notable Locations Le Divert Solve(old brick warehouse sits on Kansas Avenue, housing many different products throughout its history. The front office secretary would tell you that their services are pretty dry right now, so they have plenty of space, should you wish to use their services. A few small clients have their wares stored here, small islands amidst a desolate sea of concrete. The meeting spaces in the back of the warehouse seem barely used, with a few dusty accountants and maintenance people idly surfing the internet or chatting throughout most of the business day. At night, every night, the alley doorway is invisibly manned while the front facade looks closed for the day. You can ring the bell in the front if you wish, but no one will answer. A guard opens the door in the alley as you approach it and will usher you inside to a foyer. It is there that the line forms. If pressed, the bouncer will just say it is an exclusive, private club. People are not usually turned away though - either they are magicians, in which case they are taken in for protection, or they are snoops, in which case they are misdirected. Pray that they are misdirected, for their sake. There are no signs inside or outside for Le Divert Solve; it just is. You learn the name by word of mouth. Some people just call it the Woodpecker, but don't say that in front of Mark Sutton. He won't fly off into a rage, but he certainly marks, very closely, who makes the effort to pronounce things correctly. If at any moment you think that you are not beholden to his whims, just remember - Le Divert Solve is a social club with membership, as well as the only gathering of magicians in town of any notable size. Politics between sects happen here, and almost ever only here. Magicians that come here know the rules:- The world knows nothing about us. Nothing that happens in the club will let them know, or else.- Don't wreck our shit.- No killing other mages.- Mages can sponsor useful non-magicians, such as Malachi or bodyguards. Sponsored people have the rights of a mage here, and the sponsor is responsible the sponsored' actions. Any non-sponsored non-magician is fair game to anything short of permanent.There are a few disturbing omissions here. Are mages supposed to kill in order to keep hidden? If necessary, yes. Can they cast spells on other mages just to fuck with them? As long as they don't wreck the Vitrine Order's 'shit' - no property damage, don't ruin the evening, don't interrupt the stage show, etc. Can we just kill normal people if they're not sponsored? Technically yes, but if people die here, it's going to lead a few unwanted sniffing noses here. So, the answer is...think about what you're doing! The large room with a high bay ceiling has techno music playing, but not so loud as to be a dance club; a normal level of conversation (and eavesdropping) is quite possible. A long bar dominates the right wall. It even has televisions over it, some showing sports, some showing news. The left side has small, living room sized cul-de-sacs of couches and chairs. Various sizes of social circles can gather. In the middle of some of these, as well as along the wall, are the thing that show you that this club is for adults only - whipping poles, beds, cages, St Andrew's crosses. The back wall of the club is a stage with red velvet curtains. There are side rooms for performers going on stage. The curtains cover the old brick of the building, indeed, the entirety of the club is new trappings inside an old warehouse. Brand new brass fittings on the bar, dusty mortar between the soiled bricks. The place smells faintly like a garage, and cardboard. The establishment saw fit to tile the floor in the club and pad the walls with sound proofing material. The result is a cozy environment that doesn't echo. Sounds get absorbed into the walls; each sound made in the club, were the music not on, could be heard as if recorded in a studio.FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS Can players create organizations? Yes! However, you are more likely to have a successful organization is you can populate it through recruitment (PCs and NPCs, IC and IOC) than just saying there's this group that exists, and I don't really want to make a character sheet for every NPC in it.[/b]Can players make their own spells? Yes! Spells will follow the basic rules for game balance, so the GM will approve spells, but the sky is the limit on what you want to do! Can I have a Malachi that does (insert magical ability here)? No, Malachi are not magicians. Their use of magic negates their specialist. Their blessing is not technically magic - it is more of spiritual effect. Graphics camp; Icons(( [Select][URL= (Hawk - Malachite and Type: Jason Hawk / Malachite: 21Sex camp; Orientation: Male / Homosexual (Submissive/Bottom)General Description: Young man of average height, his body carefully manicured and sculpted in the gym to be attractive. Thick brown hair is longer on the top of his head and shaved to the side, and bright green eyes stand out. He's got colorful tattoos running down both arms, with mystical/magical imagery in them hidden amidst other random mundane objects and designs. Character Model: See picture History:HistoryJason Hawk never knew his Father, and to some level, neither did his mother. Jeanette Hawk didn't know specifically which man was Jason's father, and she didn't really care. Jeanette worked long hours as a waitress to pay for the trailer they lived in, and what time she spent at home was spent drinking. As early as Jason can remember, he had to take care of himself. As Jason got older, Jeanette's addictions grew more severe. When Jason was twelve, she started on lighter drugs, and by the time Jason was fifteen, she was shooting up heroin and whatever else she can find. Jason was sixteen when the Hawk trailer was visited by Said Ali, a well-dressed and curt man. Jeanette assumed he was a fed or a lawyer, but Said simply threw money at her until she opened the door to speak to him. He was direct with his offer: he was here to purchase Jason. Jeanette went through the expected erratic anger, but once again, Said simply threw money at her until she couldn't say 'No' any further. She sent Jason with the stranger, saying her 'goodbye' as she left the trailer to head towards her dealer. There was an obvious sense of betrayal in being quite literally sold for a fix, but Said made it clear that Jason's life would be better. Said had spotted that Jason was a Malachi before he understood that. He explained to Jason what he was, what Said himself was, and about a world that was hidden beneath the one Jason knew of. As Jason finally understood and accepted the world he was born into, and he found himself bestowing his 'gifts' on others by receiving payment and gifts, by his own satisfaction, and of course, through sex. He lived in luxury for two years, and in exchange, he was used and traded by Said as a commodity. Some might have considered him a slave or a pet, but it didn't matter to Jason, who was being given everything he wanted for a very small amount of work. When Jason was twenty, Said was killed. Apparently, he had pissed off some rival mage. Jason wasn't really aware of the politics, he had never considered any of those interactions important. The rival mage had no interest in Said's assets, and Jason was left untouched. The brutal and confusing murder got the attention of the police, and Jason was perceived as a suspect as a 'houseboy' or 'trophy husband'. It took weeks, but Jason was dropped as a suspect. He had no claim to any of Said's riches, and those weeks were spent squirreling away every dollar and luxury item he could, as well as whatever contact information of other magical contacts he could find. Those weeks, he spent most of his time working with Sergeant Joshua Tucker, and the high tension between them culminated in more than one sexual tryst. Eventually the investigation was closed without any concrete evidence one way or another. Joshua stayed in contact with Jason; Jason getting information and protection from his police ally; and Joshua getting a source of stress relief he couldn't find anywhere else. Jason decided to start being his own 'Regent;' and spent the next year building his own source of financial independence with what he stole from Said's safes, and using Said's little black book, he began to contract out his 'services' as a Malachi. Items normally carried on you: Smartphone, 'Red Alert' App, Multitool, Ecstasy, Keys to flashy car, keys to penthouse apartment. Notable Items you can run home to get: Handgun, Kevlar vest, Bug Out Bag (various passports/IDs, cash, clothes, burner phone, water/food, first aid kit), Motorcycle. Career/Finances: Investor / High Finances Motivations: Live comfortable, decadent life; Gain a foothold in the Magical world. Relations: Jeanette Hawk: Mother / Mortal; Whereabouts unknown. Sajda Ali: Ex-Regent / Mage; Dead. Sgt. Joshua Tucker: Contact / Mortal; Still employed, has a romantic interest in Jason. Group Affiliations: None Power Level: None Spells Known: None CHARACTER SHEET FORMAT Name and Type: Special Agent Jack Argentina; Mortal Age:32Sex camp; Orientation:Male, Heterosexual General Description:Calculated, curious and driven. Agent Argentina often dons a black, three-piece suit with a navy blue tie and stark-black shades that conceal his eyes. Character Model:(( Click to Show/Hide Jack’s younger sister, Samantha, was abducted from their home when he was 12 years old and charged with managing her safety. Three men broke in through the front door and set to restraining him as a fourth man proceeded to grab her. The imagery of her kidnapping haunts him: they did not take her by force. The fourth man merely reached out and took her temples in his hands -- her previous cries and violent thrashing subsided, and her resistance was immediately replaced with what could only be explained by a willingness to obey. Her green eyes collided with the brown surrounding his iris as she mouthed something silent. To this day he can only speculate that her last known words were, “It’s ok, they need me.” Jack Argentina graduated at the top of his class from Yale University. He had decided to pursue an education in criminal profiling and psychology -- this decision had been impacted in no small way by the abduction of his younger sister. His intentions from the beginning were to join the FBI after learning that this was the Government division responsible for investigating his sister’s disappearance. Since Agent Argentina’s induction into the FBI, Jack has been the pinnacle resource behind profiling and absolving 32 cases of missing persons classified under abduction. His personal drive, coupled with his unwarranted self blame for his sister’s misfortune, had been the catalyst for his rapid ascension through the ranks. He has made many friends and allies and confidants within the Bureau: as well as enemies who despise his unorthodox approach. Recently, it has become clear that there are a phenomena that has been overlooked by the organization as a whole. Jack sees every missing person as the emotional equivalent of his missing little sister, and as such, a new crusade has begun to boil up within the Special Agent. His own vindication might very well be the undoing of his professional career, as well as his personal life. Items normally carried on you:SIG SPUR P229 Pistol, badge, cellular phone, Wallet, First Aid Mask, Lighter, sunglasses, the key to a 2008 Ford Mustang, the key to his one-bedroom condo. Notable Items you can run home to get:Laptop, digital key lock decoder, cyclops infrared periscope, taser Career/Finances:Employed by the Federal Bureau of Investigation/Above Average Finances Motivations:His drive to further his career is only eclipsed by his thirst to discover and understand the unknown. Relations:-Special Agent Dana Anderson, Colleague/Mortal; alive-Tam Argentina, Father/Mortal; alive*-Stephanie Argentina, Mother/Mortal; alive*-Samantha Argentina, Sister/Malachi; missing-Alex Langley, Friend/Mortal; alive-Richard Byers, Friend/Mortal; alive*Mr. and Mrs. Argentina reside in Southern California Group Affiliations:The American Government (and Type: Alistair McCaslin "The Illusionist" Magician (Birth name Alistair Conwell)Age: 26Sex & Orientation: Male, bisexual, but prefers women. General Description: He is almost always seen in a black suit and tie with a black fedora. He is polite, well-behaved, and almost never straight forward about what he wants or intends to do. He is also weary of other mages and doesn't trust easily, due to the fact he was literally stabbed in the back by a follow mage in short he has a scar on his left shoulder blade. Character Model:Items normally carried on you: Cell phone, pack of cigarettes, and a lighter, Deck of playing cards, and a locket that belonged to his little sister, wallet, and a G33 Gen4 (Semi-auto .357)Notable Items you can run home to get: Laptop, cell phone charge, Career/Finances: Stage magician, medium income, does own an apartment in a run-down part of the city. He also owns and rides a 2011 Black Hayabusa with red dragon down the sides. Motivations: Alistair is driven by a need to survive, he doesn't like violence and dreads using it, but when you're afraid of people with magic powers, you tend to cast your morals aside. Relations: His father, Frank, and mother, Melissa, both reside in Nashville, TN. His only sibling was killed by the same Mage that left the scar on his back. He is also in pretty tight with Mike the Bartender at Le Divert Soul eve. Group Affiliations: None at the moment Power Level: 4.3Spells Known: Protective Physical Shield, Anti-magic, Illusion, Apparition. History: Alistair was born to a poor family, barely scraping by with food, water, and a roof over their heads. Despite that, he and his littler sister grew up well-mannered and compassionate to others. At age 4 Alistair made his first real friend who, like him, would also become a Mage. The two were inseparable until they turned 18 when his so-called friend used his magic to kill Alistair's little sister, and tried to kill Alistair by stabbing him in the back. Like anyone who held a loved one as they died, Alistair was filled with rage and took it out on his former friend. Alistair met a Malachi shortly after his sisters death and used the Malachi's ability to seek vengeance on his old friend by using Apparitions of his sister and illusions of his old house where the murder took place to drive his old friend to commit suicide. After his vengeance was complete he cut ties with the Malachi and his family, as well as changing his last name to McCaslin, and became an Illusionist performing tricks on stage for a living. After all if you want to hide from Mages why not hide in plain sight? Gordon Starring, Magician Name and Type: Gordon Starring, Magician(42Sex camp; Orientation: male, heterosexual (willing to go outside of actual preferences if badly in need of a recharge)General Description: A fit man in his early forties with a light tan. He is of average height and usually wears designer clothes. With his dark hair slicked back and strong, masculine features (not to mention the mob connections), he is often thought to have Italian roots, but his accent (cockney with light traces of Yorkshire and East Anglican) reveals that he was actually born in England. Character Model: see pictureHistoryGordon was born into fairly ordinary circumstances. His family was middle class and had migrated to the US when he was nine. He had a brother and a sister, though when his parents divorced he was the only one, as the oldest, to go with his father, who had always had a very busy and taxing job and couldn't invest enough time to take care of a younger child, let alone two. With decent grades throughout his school career and a personable demeanor, Gordon was a popular type. The job he eventually made a career of was with a company that gathered information for other companies. Not so much espionage, but research on what customers liked, what was popular and what wasn't, if certain business partners were reliable, the sort. He was good at it, too. Glib and motivated, he had quite a career in front of him and was looking to study up on and get into finances properly, rather than drift along at the side of the business. It wasn't to be. A car accident that was later judged his fault cost him both his wife and daughter. He survived with only minor injuries, the only permanent souvenir being that he was never really able to move the little finger on his left hand properly afterward. The minor nature of the impairment made it all the more infuriating, particularly since Gordon would have traded both an arm and a leg if only his family might have survived. His depression and continued anger at the situation, combined with a number of legal procedures, cost him his job. Forced to pay for the accumulating bills somehow, he decided to use his information acquiring skills in less than reputable ways, ultimately getting involved with organized crime. He still had a way with people, after all, and his now more cynic personality actually made him rather popular with his new peers. At first, he primarily collected information on targets for blackmail and/or fraud. Between the simmering rage inside his soul and the frustration with his own fate, he found the act of exerting power over others to provide a much-needed relief, a feeling of control he had otherwise lacked since the accident. And his means to such power was, of course, information. Or it was until he suddenly unlocked the power of magic during a particularly emotionally charged encounter with a prostitute. He found that he had a new knack for making others trust him, something he quickly exploited to broader his network and gain new allies, forging agreements that otherwise would have taken much longer and more work with surprising speed. Using both new skills in secret and old openly, he's impressing his employers with ruthlessness and competence. Gordon was soon named Capo and expanded his crew beyond his first ‘employees’, Bob and Glenn, with some senior made men and new recruits. He quickly established Sec Blanket as a company to act as their legal front. Though perhaps more risky than subtler covers, a security company would fulfill their needs well and provide adequate reason to be armed and have the equipment they need. Last but not least, he bought an apartment building, mixing regular tenants with his own men and himself placed right on top. Not the most glamorous way of life, but some choice purchases made his loft a rather nice place to live. During this time he was approached by a number of other Magisters and after some initial difficulties began to associate with both the Coven and Order despite his reluctance to actually join up with either outfit. It never hurt to hold respect and have contacts with the proper crowd. His magic has made him a fast-rising star within the mob, which has, of course, earned him a number of rivals and enemies in its ranks as well. Though most of his employees remain unaware of the magical powers working behind the scenes, he has since sought to recruit more Magisters with the lure of a successful career in organized crime. Items normally carried on you:Wallet (ID, money, credit cards, CCW license weapon permit)apartment keysSmartphone2nd cellphone, prepaid, disposable Bond Arms Derringer Notable Items you can run home to get:1960 Cadillac El dorado Biarritz convertible Kevlar vest handgun with serial number filed off surveillance equipment Fake IDs, various outfits cellphones, prepaid&amp;disposable (regularly restocked)laptop Career/Finances:Mob Capo Head of Personal Security Company 'Sec Blanket' (recruitment venue, legal employment cover)Apartment house owner (uses the loft apartment for his own)Former:Office worker, HSBC North American HoldingsAccounting&amp;Marketing, ABI Research Motivations:Money, Prestige, Power, Recognition. Something to fill the emptiness left behind by the loss of his family. Building something of his own. Get a handle on his alcohol problem. Relations: Family Jake SturridgeGordon's brother. Seven years younger, he was raised by their mother once their parents divorced. Just like his sister estranged from his older brother due to the long separation, though he has been having semiregular meetings with Gordon after their mother remarried, usually for coffee. He works as a mechanic. He’s aware that Gordon is involved with criminal activities, but doesn’t know the extent and prefers to ignore that part of Gordon’s life as much as he can. Sarah Stanton The youngest sibling, ten years younger than Gordon, who was also raised by their mother and adopted the name of the mother's new spouse. She works at a newspaper, writing a daily column about life in Washington. Does not interact with either of her brothers much, but is aware of Gordon’s Mafia connection and prefers to avoid him as much as possible. Jennifer Starring/Stanton Gordon's mother. Died of lung cancer. George SturridgeGordon's father. Deceased. Heart attack induced by constant stress. Kate SturridgeGordon‘ wife. Died in a car accident he caused five years ago. Their marriage was relatively happy, but nostalgia makes Gordon remember it as practically heavenly. Anne SturridgeGordon's daughter. Died in the accident, at the age of six. Crime Crew Frank GuzzoGordon's second-most-senior made man. Acts nice, but is actually something of a sociopath. Always looking for a way to get ahead in life, but knows not to upset the status quo too much. Handles most of the illegal goings at Sec Blanket.' Bob'Not too bright an individual, but as a former amateur boxer with intimidating looks, he has his uses. Works for Gordon. Bob always was more of a follower and likes leaving the thinking to others. His real name is Robert Hastings. He has a small apartment in Gordon's place, acting as the caretaker when not otherwise engaged. Glenn Another member in Gordon's crew, Glenn is rather in love with the sound of his own voice and fancies himself a poet. A cruel, weasel-like poet who enjoys seeing people squirm, but a poet nonetheless. He likes to think himself an up-and-comer, but usually falls in line rather quickly. That doesn't mean Glenn isn't keeping a special knife reserved for the time that Gordon starts screwing up. About a half dozen employees of Sec Blanket. Minor Tenants at the apartment building Gordon owns. Various shady contacts in all the wrong places. Group Affiliations:The Mob, Capo who secretly recruits Magisters to his side. The Coven, maintains good relations but is no member The Vitrine Order, same as above. Power Level: 5 Spells Known: Anti-magic, Chameleon, Protective Physical Shield, See Aura, Trust (Brown Name: Emily Brown Age: 23Sex camp; Orientation: Female, Bi-sexual General Description: A 21st century hippie. Long brown hair, a cheerful smile, eyes perpetually open in wonder or closed in contemplation. Her attire is loose fitting, colorful. Items normally carried on you: Skull candy headphones, woven purse containing: leather-bound journey journal, sketchpad, pencils, iPhone, wallet, car keys. Notable items you can run home to get: Her Van, iMac Laptop, modest stash of money Career/Finances: In transition / Above water. She recently quit her job at a consignment shop, and now does odd jobs and side work. She rooms with friends in a 3-bedroom apartment, and is currently paid up, although not indefinitely. Motivations: Exploring new powers, getting financially secure, going to school for PI work Relations:Her roommates are a heady bunch. Jasmine and Beatrice are typically laid back and easy to get along with, although highly into their various projects. Jasmine is in school for interior design, and Beatrice is a mask maker who likes to sell her work to various shops or at art crawls. However, Jasmine is interested in getting her own place with her lover, Dante. So, the remaining rookies are scouting for a replacement to keep the bills running. Dante is a bit of a creep, but Jasmine likes his smart ass. Her old boss at the Consignment Shop, Peter, is a good enough man, a little lost in the details but well-meaning. However, his nit pickiness makes it hard to run an effective business, least of all in a setting where it's difficult to keep anything organized. Emily and Peter had a falling out when she expressed this, but he still gives her a thin smile when he sees her walk by. Her older boss Java Junta Position, Benny, and her co-workers Adam, Rita, and Swain. Benny is a classic on-viviant, loving his life and loving his work. He puts his soul into the Coffee Shop, making friends with regulars and hosting music and poetry whenever he can. Adam is more sullen, and is a little bored to be there, although he and Benny have a peculiar understanding that keeps the two laughing. Rita is a bit of a bar-counter slut, finding she can get more tips with a lower neckline, and finding she enjoys the people who are buying extra coffee until she gets off work. Swain, an exchange student, is a charmer, and is very efficient at what he does. He does nearly everything within the shop itself, leaving Benny to focus on making the place what he hopes it will be. Emily has parents that skype her constantly, an eccentric pair of middle-aged lovers who delight in literary festivals, and looking after their daughter. Officer Davon Chambers is a police official who helps with rewards for missing persons. He is kind to Emily, but is typically a forthright and inquisitive man, dedicated to the system and making sure people don't screw it. Lately, he's been giving Emily's missing person finds a second glance, but he finds no reason to be uncivil about it. Dradda and Tawny, a pair of hippies who swing by every now and again, are among Emily's oldest friends. They are self professed gypsies, living a nomadic life as long as Drama's trust fund lasts, flying around the country and enjoying festivals and attractions of every sort. They always bring something neat for Emily, spend an evening which often turns sexual, and then leaving late the next morning for whatever else they can find to enjoy! Furthermore, they wish she'd come with them. Group Affiliations: None, yet. Power Level: 4.0Spells Known: Astral Projection, Dreamscape Control, Energy Signature Location, ESP Astral Projection: The ability to project your conscious awareness outside your physical body. The user becomes an incorporeal point of perception, floating through the physical world. They are able to pass through walls and remain unseen, or to travel quickly across great distances. Emily loves this power. She considers it extraordinarily useful for physical plane observation. Aside from allowing her to find more than one missing person already, Emily is nearly addicted to the joys of exploration, uninhibited by cost, or connections, or safety, or gravity itself. There is an added benefit in that drug like effect that her body experiences when she leaves it. She often finds herself returning to herself with the most extraordinary experiences, and feeling like she is deliciously numb with pleasure. Dreamscape Control: An extension of the Astral Projection spell, this ability allows a person to traverse other people's dreaming minds, and to exert control over the environment the dreamers see. They can spawn lascivious images of torrid passion, or horrifying visions of nightmarish quality. Whether they remember it in the morning, of course, is left entirely up to the skill of the dreamer, or the intensity of the dream... In Emily's case, this is a fun way to be promiscuous without all the fuss and bother of societal obligation, the games of attraction, and the complications of tangled romances. Like the darkness of last night, the encounter will vanish with the sunrise. That's how it's been up till now, anyhow. Energy Signature Location: Each person, possibly each thing, has a specific energy fingerprint. Using this ability allows a person to measure the fingerprint of another living being, and to discern from among their peers. This particular form of attunement can also be used to locate the whereabouts of specific energy signatures, allowing the user to draw themselves to whoever or whatever is projecting it. Emily enjoys experimenting with this ability, but uses it primarily to find others. ESP: The ability to read the thoughts of others. For Emily, this power is an extension of her Energy Signature Abilities and Dreamscape Abilities. She doesn't use it terribly often, but she has to admit, she has gleaned much from being able to peek behind the curtain and see who is piloting the wizard. Oh, the places I have seen...(( and Type:Aislinn “Ash” Corbett, Malachite:20Sex camp; Orientation:Female, heterosexual with strong submissive tendencies. General Description:5' 7" tall. Dark blonde with light blue eyes. Fair skin. Graceful and very fit. Prefers skirts and dresses that leave her legs free, but occasionally wears jeans. Always dresses in a feminine manner. Character Model:Ashley Victoria Benson History:Born in upstate New York to two gifted magicians, it was assumed Aislinn would also be a magic user. In many ways it was a fairly typical childhood, including the dance lessons she enjoyed so much. The family's attitude towards sex was very uninhibited to say the least. Aislinn and her brother Declan, younger by just a year, learned about the birds and the bees as soon as they could understand the concepts. The adults were careful to not encourage sexual activity at too early an age, of course, but their children grew up comfortable with sexuality and nudity. They also grew up with the certain knowledge that magicians were deservedly at the top of the food chain. Ash was 17 when she discovered she had no power at all; her parents were disappointed and made little attempt to conceal their feelings. Her brother however, did live up to the family’s expectations. He was openly dismissive of his sister, believing her to have little value beyond that of a power cell. Aislinn’s parents are well off, and have provided her with a trust fund, due to her "lack of prospects". She isn’t aware of exactly what she is yet. Ash still has the world views she grew up with: magicians are the apex of society and deserve the privileges they have. She has serious self-worth issues and has made some less than good decisions when it comes to men. She’s been staying in a small boutique hotel since she arrived in DC three days ago, and is looking for a small apartment and a job. Likes:Music. Sex, the rougher, the better. Dominant men. Good food. Dislikes:Anything involving bathroom stuff. Women (sexually). Tofu. Spiders. Items normally carried on you:iPhone, earbuds, keys, wallet/purse, Leatherman, small Zippo lighter. Notable Items you can run home to get:Cash ($2500), laptop. Career/Finances:Dancer. Trust fund covers all normal expenses. Motivations:Find a real purpose, prove her “worth” to her family. Relations:Parents-Aiden Corbett (age 45) and Elizabeth Drake Corbett (age 41). Brother-Declan Corbett (age 19). Group Affiliations:None Power Level:n/spells Known:n/a

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Name: Death or Damien Age: Dead? Really old? Race: Does Death have a race? O.gender: malefic: (Damien)Human form: (he can be whatever race you want him to it doesn't matter though he would also be considered a reaper XP ow, and I'll try to make the other RP though not sure if I can right now or not... I might have to wait till parents go to sleep)Name- Mistune Balayage- 17Race- half tune half human Gender- female Pic-Fox Form- (can fit in palm of hand is so small) (Alright.) Death sulked as he laid his hand on the face of an elderly woman, and she breathed her last breath. He was in a hospital room with the woman's family around. The woman had looked at her family and smiled before looking at him and looking him straight in the eye sockets as if saying "I'm ready to die." The family couldn't see him. As he gazed at the sad expressions on the families faces he sighed and left the room, passing through anyone in his way. He wished he could learn to feel what they felt. The love for another person or feel the loving touch of someone. Though he knew of a way he had chosen not to. He sighed and disappeared in a wisp only to appear at the scene of a car crash. Scanning the scene he looked at who was badly injured enough to need to die and ran his hands over them. (hm... much more interesting to put my girl here instead of already in the hospital or somewhere else X3)Mistune smiled some as she was pulled from one of the cars even though she seemed badly injured. She knew she might die here though she really didn't mind. She had out lived the time that the doctors had given her by 12-year so she was happy at that fact. The med dicks kept asking if something was wrong though she just smiled at them and said that she was really hurt though there was nothing wrong. She was leading badly and feeling light-headed though she wasn't panicked like the others that were in the crash were. She had had a glimpse of death before as he had seemed to pass her though she was not scared.... in fact she had turned her head to look his way and was smiling some as though she could see him... she kinda could. Furthermore, she felt that it was her time really, and she didn't care. Furthermore, she glanced at the doctors as they were talking to her, and she answered a few questions though she seemed calm and almost starting to get tired. Furthermore, she felt she knew what this was... people had been said to get sometimes tired from loss of blood, and it was one way that some slipped into death... still she seemed calm and almost as though she was happy. Death watched as the medics pulled people from the wreck. He noticed a girl who seemed strangely calm as she was on the verge of death. He walked over and loomed looking down at her. Why was she smiling? All he had to do was tap her, and she would die, but he couldn't. She was so different that he didn't want to kill her. He stood there watching her and the medics. He felt something in his empty chest. Something weird. He couldn't figure out what it was. He sighed and moved away. Furthermore, he had work to do. Furthermore, he couldn't let himself get distracted by a dying girl. Mistune watched death... she could see him yes, and she was not scared of him... in fact she was waiting and thought that he would let her die easily though he moved away. She knew she was dying and dying slowly thanks to the medics that were trying to save her. "Why do you leave me alive." she murmured so quietly that the medics couldn't hear her though she felt that death would? She was looking straight at him and wondering some why he was just going to leave her... why wouldn't he just go ahead and end it for her here and now instead of letting her suffer until later? Death herd her and looked over his shoulder at her." It's not your time yet." he said. His voice was deep and scratchy and sounded as if it was far off. It honestly could be her time right now but the medics got to her before he did, and he would only take her if they failed to keep her alive. That was one of the rules. He had many to follow and knew that when he took over a reaper so very very very long ago. "When they fail, I'll come for you." he said and disappeared. In the under world he was greeted by the wails of the souls. Every time he came back he hated it. The howls and screams and souls had gotten old a long time ago and liked being back up outside where things were different. He went to a cave and found a vial of purple liquid. He held it in his bony hand and tucked it in his cloak. There was a ring in the back of his head and he went back to the hospital. He was glad he didn't have to get every death because then he would never have time for anything. There was a young boy now older than 6 laying in a bed. His eyes where closed and he was sleeping. Death knew why he was there. The boy was dying of cancer. Death hated to see the young die and hated taking there lives, but he didn't have the power to give them life and health, just take them. He sighed and touched the boys hand and the heart rate monitor went flat making a long beep. Mistune frown some though let the medics take care of her. They soon took her to the hospital even though she really didn't want to be there. She felt that she was dying... she knew she was dying, so why wouldn't he take her? At this point the pain of her life was getting to be too much for her, and she just wished that either they could cure her or that death would take her. She laid in the bed quietly just staring at the ceiling as she listened to the dull beeping of the heart monitor and knew without looking that the them of it was off. Her heart beet had always been off a bit... it was part of whatever was wrong with her." Why won't you let us do this test? We know we can find a way to save her! If we don't do something she could die any day now..." The doctor said as he looked at Mistune and her mother. "Why do you always insist of doing these tests on her?! Every time we're here! Can't you give the poor girl a brake?! I'll let you do a test next time we come in okay?!" her mother had said and the doctor backed down from what he was saying a nodded. Kitsune then opened her eyes at the memory. "Every year it's the same old thing... in one hospital, out to another, never finding a cure though always trying." she sighed softly as she closed her eye again. "Why won't it ever stop?!" she groaned some. She then looked around a bit and sighed once more. The room was ssssssssssssoooooooooooo boring to her, she couldn't stand it. "Why do all the hospitals have to decorate like this?!" she grumbled some though just sighed again and reached over to turn the TV on even though she knew there was nothing to watch. She could always feel herself slipping deeper and deeper and had wondered when she would finally hit the bottom and die... though she just kept living... and sinking. Death left the now dead boy and walked through the hospital. As he walked he took out the vial from his cloak. He looked at it and walked through the bathroom door and into a stall. This was one of the last things he wanted to do, but it was all he could do to try and feel the feeling that the humans did. He opened the vial and poured it into his mouth. Usually liquids would just flow over his bones and onto the floor but what was in the vial acted like it was going through a digestive system and body parts began forming. Soon he looked like a human, but he was still in his cloak. He heard a walk in, and he stepped out of the stall. The man had a nice suit and Death touched him. He swapped clothes with him and looked in the mirror. He didn't look that bad and he left the bathroom. He walked down the hall and felt strange that people could actually see him, and they weren't dying. As he walked he passed Mistune's room. He paused just passed the room and walked back and looked in. It was her. He felt the muscles in his face move into a smile. He knocked on the door and stood there. "Excuse me miss, may I come in?" he asked. Mistune instantly returned to reality instead of her rule and looked at the door to see the male. "Uh... sure I suppose." she said softly as she wondered who this man was. She knew none of her family members would come to see her... she was alone really. Her mother had died not too long ago though since she was half Mistune she didn't have to worry about none of that stuff with going to live with someone else. She sighed a bit as she thought of her mother... her mother was the only thing that she had to hold on to keep herself alive really though she kept looking forward though wasn't scared of dying... she knew her heart was in the right place and that she wouldn't be sent to hell... she didn't belong there. Death walked in and sat down in a chair. "So why are you here?" he asked knowing exactly why but trying to act human. He could tell she wanted to die, but inside he knew it wasn't her time. His 'kill this person' bell in his head wasn't ringing. He felt a little bad that he was making her suffer.' Wait, I'm feeling bad. I'm feeling? Wow.'he thought and looked at her. "I'm D-... Damien. By the way." he said smiling at her. He would have held out his hand to shake but he did't know if it would kill her or not so he kept his hands down. "It's nice to meet you I'm Mistune... Well yeah I'm not just talking about what I am though" Mistune laughed a bit then thought some. "Well... This time I'm in here for getting into a car wreck... Normally I'm in here for my health issues... I was born with some sort of terminal element that no one knows how to cure... I'm one of the only few that have gotten it and lived past the estimated lifespan they gave me" she smiled a bit then thought some. "Why are you here though? Hardly anyone ever comes to visit me when I go into the hospital anymore..." she asked softly though the smile never left her lips. "I get around a lot. I passed you room and noticed the ears and thought, 'Well that's not normal.' and I stopped to talk. I'm here because my brother needed a ride to work." he said lying through his teeth. He felt bad hearing that no one visited her. She seemed nice and was one of the few people who he met that actually wasn't supposed to die when he found them. It didn't happen often, and sometimes he would follow them till they died. "Huh yeah most demons and half breads stay in TGE forest or make their own small towns though my mother fell in love with a human... My father... I can't always pull in my ears and tail so they normally stay out... Though no one bugs me about them." Mistune smiled some. She seemed to smile more often then not ABD that was a good though odd thing looking either condition... Though she had accepted it long ago and learned to live with it so she was often happy because she just liked to be. "I like the ears. They make you different. Special." Damien said smiling at her. He somewhat wished he had ears like hers. "So do you think you'll get out of here anytime soon?" he asked knowing the answer already. But he wanted to talk to her. Just so that maybe it would help him learn to be more human like. That and she was nice, and cute. "No... If the injuries from the crash don't keep me in here my own elements will... I was born with a terminal defense after all... the hospital's like my second home... all the nurses know me on this floor, and they all love me they say I'm a really strong girl for sticking it through all these years." Mistune smile some as she looked at Damien and again felt something off... what was it about him that made him so different from everyone else? Damien half laughed. "Isn't that what they say to kids when they are getting better from having their ton souls removed?" he said jokingly. When he saw her smile and look at him, he felt his face heat up slightly. He looked down to the ground for a moment and waited for the feeling to go away before looking back up at her with a smile.' Human bodies are so strange.'he thought. "No that's when they say you did a good job, and you're a trooper." Mistune laughed lightly and seemed that her mood was rising since she had been talking to Damien. She liked making new friends and talking to people it made her happy and that was always a good thing when someone was always sick. "Right, I should have known that one." he said laughing. It was good to hear her laugh. It made her seem more alive and not so close to death. He didn't want to have to take her life. He hated seeing people lying in a bed waiting to die when it wasn't their time. His heart pounded a little faster, and he wondered if something was wrong with himself. He was trying to get used to breathing and a normal heart rate and know it was speeding up. Just what he needed. Mistune smiled a bit more than yawned a bit and blushed some as she did so. She hadn't realized she was so tired until now, and it kinda embarrassed her since he would leave, and she really didn't want him to... she actually wanted to have someone to talk to that wasn't a nurse and this man was nice so really she didn't want him to go just because she was a little tired. "Do you want me to leave so you can get some rest?" he asked watching her yawn. He noticed the pink on her face and smiled to himself. The blush made her look even cuter. His smile grew bigger. If she wanted him to leave he would. Probably walk around and walk past every few minutes to see if she was awake. Though he didn't realize how weird that was. "Will you still be here? I don't have any relatives or friends that are or will come up... I'm pretty much all alone... you're really the first person that has actually come to see me since... well... since the first time I went to the hospital after my mother died... Furthermore, I think that was about a year ago or something... and no ones come since." she said softly though still come tired. She didn't want him to leave really... she didn't want to be alone again... it sometimes made her feel like she would die if no one was there with her to reassure her that she wouldn't "If you want to be here I will." he said. "I'm sorry no one ever come to visit you. I haven't seen any of my family in ages." he said and smiled at her. "I'm sure someone will come to visit you though." he said trying to cheer her up. "Thanks... for trying to make me feel better... though you're probably the only visitor I've had in a year ya know... I don't think any of the others will come around... they all probably think that when I go into the hospital I'm probably going to die, or they think I won't, and it's no big deal that I'm here... so no one ever comes... my mom was the one that never lost faith and knew I wouldn't die... even I've thought sometimes that I would die..." Mistune said softly looking away a bit feeling rather saddened knowing what she had just said was true... it didn't seem like anyone cared for her... if no one cared for her what did she have to live for to be scared of death anyway? Damien frowned and reached out for her hand. He paused then grabbed it. He turned his head and closed his eyes for a second then looked at her. When he saw she didn't die he smiled softly and sighed through his nose. He was happy to know that he wouldn't kill her if he touched her. At least in this human form. "I'm sorry that they don't visit." "It's okay really... I got used to it long ago... thanks for stopping in here... this is probably the best day that I've had in a long time... even though I got in that crash." Mistune smiled looking at him and squeezing his hand some seeming to be happy again. "Okay maybe I do need to sleep." she laughed some after yawning again and smiled some tiredly though in the back... well not so back of her mind she felt if she fell asleep this would have just been a dream, and he wouldn't be here, or he wouldn't come back... she didn't want that. Damien smiled and rubbed his thumb on her hand. "You really should get some rest. You look like your about ready to pass out." he said smiling at her. He felt so bad that no one ever came to visit her. Her family sounded horrible if they didn't come to visit her in the hospital. Almost every time he had to make a hospital trip there was family in them to visit their sick or dying relatives. Mistune blushed though nodded and watched to the TV knowing if she watched it some then she would fall asleep. Only a few minutes passed before she had fallen fully asleep and looked even more peaceful and calm in her sleep. After a good while of her being asleep her heart rate plummeted and a moment later her nurse rushed in. Her breaths were coming heavier and almost pained sounding. This had happened once before and that was when she had gotten her first glimpse of death... he had been looming over her mothers shoulder looking at her, and she had seen him when she had finally opened her eyes. Though this time was a bit worse and it seemed terrible. "Is she ok?" Damien asked the nurse. He stood up and got out of the way so she could help Mistune. His mind drifted back to when he took her mom and how sad she looked. The heart in his chest felt like it had sunk into stomach, and he stepped into the rooms' bathroom to check. He stuck his hand into his chest and felt the heart still there and sighed in relief. The hole from his hand closed, and he washed the blood on his hand off. He stepped back out into the room and watched hoping they would fix her. "I can't tell you for sure... last time something like this happened we lost her for almost a minute though we managed it then... now she's even worse... I'm... I'm just not sure honestly... Furthermore, I can't tell you I'm sorry." the nurse said as she worked and a few other doctors and nurses came in to help. By the time Damien had gotten back out of the bathroom they had already gotten a breathing tube down her throat to try and help her breath though it wasn't helping as they were trying their best to keep her alive though her heart rate seemed to just keep dropping every now and again going up some only to fall again. Damien held his breath as he watched. He had a strange feeling for this girl. It wasn't bad but to him, it was. He wasn't supposed to feel things though he wanted to. It was hard being the Reaper. There were so many rules and after a few centuries he still didn't have them all memorized. "Sh-she'll pull through right?" he asked looking between some of them. The last thing he wanted to do was go and change back to normal and have to come in here and take her life. "I'm sorry sir... I hate to say it but... we're not sure. See she's been fighting death since she was born. Now that her mother's gone... she might not be able to fight it so much... I've had a lot of in depth conversations with her in the past, and she's been very sad since he mother died. I just hope she holds on now..." one of the doctors said softly her voice somewhat sad as they worked and ever, so slowly her heart beet started to go up... though it seemed that there was something off about the beat more than usual. The doctors didn't seem to notice though to someone more experienced with this... death would more than likely know, it would show slightly as being due to a bit of internal bleeding... witch also might have some effect on the lungs though also the heart beat. Damien could hear a heart beating faster and thought it was his at first but then realized it was Mistune's. He rubbed his ears then his eyes and herd the heart beat clearly. His eyes turned light red ad he saw her heart and the blood. "She's bleeding on the inside." he said and pushed a doctor to the side. He knew they couldn't see it like he could, and they pushed him back out of the way. "Seriously she is." he said, and his eyes reddened more as he got mad that he was pushed out of the way. The doctor that Damien had pushed out of the way frowned and kept working some. "How would you know? We're the professionals, and we've never found anything like that before." the male said as he continued to work. The doctor that had been telling Damien about Mistune looked up and looked at the heart rate and then the blood pressure, then the blood count to check everything then looked to the other doctor and shook her head. "No he could be right." she said as then that doctor looked up some to see it too. "Then do you have any suggestions?" the female doctor asked Damien as she looked at him seeming relieved some that at least he knew what was wrong. It didn't seem anyone noticed that his eyes were a different color though that was due to the fact they were trying to save Mistune's life "Get an oxygen pump and regulate her breathing first, then you need to operate on her. Release the pressure. You can't just let the blood sit there and build up." he said. Were they not doctors? Why were they asking him what to do? The only reason he knew this stuff was from the time he has spent in hospitals waiting for people to die. His eyes stayed their red color. He couldn't believe how inexperienced these doctors where. He started to think they were just interns. The doctor nodded, and they had Damien move so they could take Mistune to the operating room. They were very experienced though it was very hard to tell when someone was bleeding from the inside and with a patient like Mistune you could never be sure of what to do. Her health was very... odd to say the least. There were more things wrong with her then you might think and that would be why they weren't sure what to do... this had happened before though it wasn't internal bleeding... there was something else wrong with her then. Damien went into the bathroom and changed back to his normal form. He flew through the walls and followed them. He wasn't going to let them screw up and make him have to take her. In the OR he stayed in the corner as they worked on her. He didn't want her to see him, but he didn't want to stay away from her. The doctors were working as fast as they could to save Mistune though it seemed nothing was really helping. At one point, right before the heart monitor went flat, Mistune had woken up, and her eyes were fixed on Death then her eyes were closed. The doctors now worked quickly to try and get her back. The longest they could let this happen was three minutes... It seemed however That time was not on their side.(Sorry I didn't reply sooner XP I was out ALL day) Death's eyes glowed brighter red the more time they took. It seemed like they weren't doing anything to help her. If he could do something he would, but he was the angel of Death not Life. This is one reason he hated humans. They say they'll do what they can but never do that good. They always do less than what they know they can.(t's ok) After about five minutes the heart monitor finally started beating again and rose back up to a normal rate slowly. The doctor breathed a sigh of relief as she saw this though continued to work to make sure this wouldn't happen again. After about a half an hour or so they were finally done and took Mistune back to the room she had been in before though they did wonder somewhere Damian had gone. Nonetheless they left the room and left Mistune to rest quietly.(and the same for today as well XD) (^^ it's ok. people get busy. As long as you're not ignoring me on purpose! XD)Death flew through the walls following them. He stopped in the public restroom and changed back into the human form. His cloak turned into the clothes he had taken. His eyes went to their human color of gray blue, and he ran to Mistune's room. He ran past the gift shop and snatched a box of chocolates carefully. When he got to her room and knocked on the door and walked in. He sat down where he had been earlier and sat the chocolates on the side table. He kept quiet not sure if she had the energy to talk or not. A little after Damien had come back Mistune awoke though looked tired and not fully awake. She was just staring at the ceiling for a few minutes then looked over to him and smiled some. "You stayed?" she asked her voice barely a whisper over the sound of the breathing mask she had on. She smiled at him some seeming happy that he had stayed and also a bit happy that she wasn't dead. She was still curious about death though... it wasn't normal for a person to see death three times in their life and still be alive... though what she didn't know is that she was looking at death right now. "I was worried. Wanted to make sure you'd be ok." Damien said with a soft smile. He grabbed the chocolate and held it up a little. "Got you a present. Not sure if you can eat it though." he said and half laughed. He set the chocolate back down and touched her hand lightly.(sorry my replies took so long. I get a little depressed sometimes and can't think of anything to type. :P) "Thank you... Both for the chocolates and staying... You have no idea how much it means to me for you to stay here." Mistune smiled softly and laughed a bit weakly. "And no right now I won't be able to eat anything... I might be able to eat later or tomorrow though." she smiled lightly as she looked at him happily... It didn't really seem like she had just died for five minutes... It seemed like she was just fine right now. "I hope you get better soon. And maybe soon they'll find out what's wrong" he said and smiled at her. He reached out and rubbed the back of her hand lightly. This was all kinda weird for him. Being nice, smiling, hoping someone would be ok. It had been far far far to long since he tries to do any of that. He would try his best though, and she seemed happy enough so he must have been doing something right. "I hope they do too.... I hate being in and out of the hospital all the time. This actually isn't the first time I've almost died. About two or so years ago I had died for over three minutes though my mother had insisted that they keep trying, and they managed to save me... I never thought I would get through it a second time." Mistune smiled softly to Damien and wished beyond all else she could get better though she highly doubted they would find a cure before she died. Damien swallowed and smiled. He remembered back to when he had first seen her. When she had died the first time. He was about ready to take her until he heard her mom telling them to try harder to bring her back. He had stood back to see if they would but froze forgetting to take her. Now he was glad he had frozen. He was glad that he was here now next to her. (Hhhhmmmm.... Is trying to think of something to put though is completely and utterly stuck DX any ideas?) (I have no ideas... O.o') (hm I might be able to think of something in a bit or tomorrow... Hopefully well already have Internet so when we're done moving I can get on XP) (Mkay. I'll keep trying to think of stuff) (maybe somehow she could figure out that he is the reaper? Ow and how come you haven't posted in our other for a while?) (D: FUDGE? E! That's now the second thread that I spaced out! >-'I wish I could help her'he though. He waited a few minutes before going back into the room and standing where he had been but as Death and not Damien. The doctors worked harder this time to keep her alive and told her that she had to stay awake though they might have to open her chest up, and she nodded even though she was extremely scared of them doing that. She looked over and noticed that Damian wasn't there then a moment later saw death and wondered somewhat was going on... this was the fourth time she had seen him, and he still hadn't taken her life. Death looked at her looking at him and the red glow in his eyes died down. It was one way to tell he was sad. His eyes would glow at different intensities depending on his mood. Right now they were a dull nearly unseeable red. He could swear he could feel his heart from his human form beating in his empty rib cage as he watched them try to get her back to normal. Mistune looked at him for a while then slowly closed her eyes as they started to lose her again. After about 30 minutes the doctors left the room and Mistune was mostly okay... they said they would need to keep a close eye on her though to make sure she wouldn't die again. Death changed back into Damien and sat down next to her bed. He looked at her. She was still pale and he was worried. He reached up and grabbed her hand lightly. He rubbed his thumb over her fingers. Slowly Mistune opened her eyes and looked over to Damien and gave him a soft smile. "Where did you go?" she asked softly wondering why he had left the room... she was slightly curious as to why when he left the room just a moment later death showed up... though he didn't take her... why? Damien looked her in the eyes and lied. "I was asked to step out." he said with a soft smile. He was a good lair and had been doing it long before he died. It got him out of many a tight jams before. He wasn't so sure she would believe him though. She was so different. He hoped she bought it though. "But... I didn't hear them tell you to leave..." Mistune said unsure though not fully believing him... she had a thing about being able to tell when someone was lying, and she felt that he was lying to her... she didn't like that. She wasn't like everyone else after all... there weren't many mistune's and the ones there were they never showed themselves to humans... so not many knew about mistune's until they saw one like her. "Well, you were kinda out of it." he said still smiling at her. She was having issues so he hoped she would believe that her seizure or whatever it was causing her not to hear straight. He'd do anything to stop her from guessing what he really was. "But... I saw you one minute... then you weren't there the next... and I could hear the doctors talking before... ow you would think I was insane if I said it I just know you would..." Mistune murmured as she just looked away now feeling that he was lying to her even more. She wanted to tell someone though she had told someone before, and they thought she was insane and that she needed mental help... she didn't want him to think the same of her. "No. I wouldn't think you're insane. And I don't think you are now. But if I told you why I really disappeared you might tell the doctors, and they would really think your insane." He said honestly. He didn't think she was nuts. If anything he was nuts for not wanting her to die. It was completely against everything he was to think like that. "I... I've seen death at least three maybe four times in my life... and somehow I'm still alive... when you left I saw him there just a moment later..." Mistune said quietly as she looked at Damian and hoped that he wouldn't think she was insane for what she had just revealed. "And why would I think you were insane?" she asked quietly highly doubting that she would think he was insane in the least. Damien sighed then smiled. He looked her in the eyes. "Because I'm Death. And I shouldn't be caring about whether you live or not." he said, and his smile faded to sadness. "But I am't pull my self to take your life. I just can't." he said, and his gaze fell to the floor. Mistune looked at him stunned as he spoke and thought it made sense. "So... that's how you found me here then?... but... why would you not take me before?... I mean... I've suffered my whole life and... Furthermore, I don't know I guess I just thought that dying would be a relief, so my pain would stop." she murmured quietly not seeming scared in the least... actually she was quite intrigued by this... so her new friend was death? How many people could say they met death, became his bud, and live to tell the tale? "It wouldn't be a relief. There's nothing good about being dead. You can't touch things, can't talk to people, can't feel the wind on your bones, her face as the case would be for you. It's just depressing." he said still staring at the floor. "The only reason I'm like this," he said gesturing to his body, "Is because I drank a very rare potion that only I am allowed to use. Another one like it won't be made for many a hundred years now." he said quietly. "So... how long does it last?... I mean... it's weird saying this knowing your death but... truly, and honestly you're probably the closest thing to a friend that I've ever had and more than likely I will ever have." Mistune said quietly thinking about what he said though still thought that even that would be better than having to suffer every day with whatever's wrong with her. "I don't know how long it lasts." Damien said and rubbed his hands over his face. "But I can change forms when ever I want while it's in me." he said and looked at her. "So... pretty much you could just vanish at any time... I mean... I guess I would be able to see you since I had before but no one else would..." Mistune murmured with a slight sigh and felt really low right now... so she might lose her only friend... wonderful... "I'm sure I'll be able to tell when it's wearing off." he said and grabbed her hand again. "Don't worry. I'll stay here with you if you want." he said and a small smile played on his lips. "I would really like that... I don't want to die though I don't want to be alone even more." Mistune said quietly though smiled at him letting him know that truly and utterly made her happy that he would stay close and be there for her. Ever since her mother had died she had always been saddened at the thought that one day she would die and that day she would be alone... and no one would be there for her. "Well, as long as I don't take your life, you won't die." he said and kissed the back of her hand and filed at her. "Try and get better, and maybe we can hang out outside the hospital." he said. "But... aren't there like rules you have to fallow? And.... I seem to hurt more and more each time I almost die.... it's not going to stop... I'm just going to get out of the hospital then within a month or so I'll just be right back here...." Mistune said softly and wished she was wrong, but unfortunately she knew she wasn't. "Yes there are rules, but I really don't care." he said and smiled. "If there was any way I could make your pain stop, besides taking your life, I would do it." he said. Just after he said it a nurse walked in. "Visiting hours are over." she said sweetly. Damien sighed and stood up. He kissed Mistune's hand and smiled. "See you later then." he said and walked out of the room. He walked to the restroom and disappeared to Hell. He walked around until he found a secluded area and found a patch of black roses. Furthermore, he picked the up one by one and waved his hand making a black crystal vase. Small skull stones were on the rim of the vase and their eyes had Rubies in them. "By-" Mistune reached her hand out for his though couldn't grab it. She felt saddened when he was gone and she was left alone once me. "But... I don't want to be alone...." she whispered to herself as she just laid down and closed her eyes and sighed a bit. Death came back and poked his head through the closed door. He stepped through the door and pulled the vase and flowers from his robe. "You were only alone for a few seconds." he said setting the flowers on a side table. Mistune opened her eyes and looked over to Death and smiled widely. "Well I'm sorry I didn't know you would come back." she said softly then looked the flowers and smiled. "Thank you... they are very nice." she smiled as she looked back at him feeling better now that he was back, and she wasn't alone. "And it was much longer than just a few seconds" she smirked some shaking her head a bit. "Earth time and Hell time are far different. Time moves much slower on Earth. It helps with my job." he said and stood by her bed. He never really sat down before he turned human and was more used to standing as his normal money self. "You know... it's kinda weird having the angel of death as my guardian angel." Mistune grinned some noting how he just seemed to watch over her for the most part. "Though it also isn't normal to call death my friend is it?" she laughed quietly and low enough that the nurses or staff didn't hear her... that wouldn't be good... and she didn't want them to think she was crazy and keep her at the hospital for something that she was not.

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Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Exhibition_ theterran vs. Blue Ghost

The ground is covered with a white blanket of snow. A woman in a white fur coat steps forward. You wish for a duel here. Amusing. Let us see if you can bear the cold. Winter Frost Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 10. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 11. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 12. Strategist of the Ice Barrier 13. Strategist of the Ice Barrier 14. Magical Exemplar 15. Magical Exemplar 16. Magical Exemplar 17. Apprentice Magician 18. Apprentice Magician 19. Mother Grizzly 20. Mother Grizzly 21. Secret Village of the Spell casters 22. Secret Village of the Spell casters 23. Secret Village of the Spell casters 24. Magical Dimension 25. Magical Dimension 26. Moray of Greed 27. Moray of Greed 28. Salvage 29. Salvage 30. Book of Moon 31. Book of Moon 32. Brain Control 33. Burden of the Mighty 34. Burden of the Mighty 35. Giant Trade 36. Swords of Revealing Light 37. Heavy Storm 38. Mystical Space Typhoon 39. Royal Decree 40. Royal Decree Extra Deck: 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Unit:(d20)[20]Draw:(5d40)[12][20][22][11][7](72)(3d40)[25][34][15](74) A man steps up with a fishing pole, and a heavy coat." Don't worry about me, I like ice fishing!" Something Smells Fishy ~40Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Royal Swamp Eel 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Unshaven Angler 9. Unshaven Angler 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Nimble Sunfish 12. Nimble Sunfish 13. Oyster Master 14. Oyster Master 15. Oyster Master 16. Phantom of Chaos 17. Phantom of Chaos 18. Phantom of Chaos 19. Morphing Jar 20. Golden Flying Fish 21. Golden Flying Fish 22. Golden Flying Fish 23. Star Blast 24. Star Blast 25. Heavy Storm 26. Foolish Burial 27. Giant Trade 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Magical Mallet 30. Magical Mallet 31. Big Wave Small Wave 32. Big Wave Small Wave 33. Fish Depth Charge 34. Fish Depth Charge 35. Torrential Tribute 36. Dark Bribe 37. Dark Bribe 38. Dimensional Prison 39. Dimensional Prison 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon (d20)[15](5d40)[34][27][19][1][15](96)(3d40)[16][29][3](48)Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Fish Depth Charge Giant Trade Morphing Jar Royal Swamp Eel Oyster Master face down Spoiler Hide - GY Spoiler Hide - RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~40 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Unshaven Angler 9. Nimble Sunfish 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Nimble Sunfish 12. Oyster Master 13. Oyster Master 14. Phantom of Chaos 15. Phantom of Chaos 16. Phantom of Chaos 17. Golden Flying Fish 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Golden Flying Fish 20. Star Blast 21. Star Blast 22. Heavy Storm 23. Foolish Burial 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Magical Mallet 26. Magical Mallet 27. Big Wave Small Wave 28. Big Wave Small Wave 29. Fish Depth Charge 30. Torrential Tribute 31. Dark Bribe 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dimensional Prison 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon But the cold has slowed you down somewhat, yes? First move is mine.(d35)[10]I call forth Strategist of the Ice Barrier. With his ability, I send Romancer of the Ice Barrier to the Graveyard to draw another card. I then activate the Field Spell, Secret Village of the Spell casters! The harsh winter and my magicians of the Ice Barrier will freeze your ability to activate any Spell Cards. I then Set a card and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|S|-|--|-|FD|-|-[/table’S:Strategist of the Ice Barrier (1600/1600)Field Spell:Secret Village of the SpellcastersLife Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Mother Grizzly Romancer of the Ice Barrier Strategist of the Ice Barrier Face Down: Spoiler Hide Book of Moon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 10. Magical Exemplar 11. Magical Exemplar 12. Magical Exemplar 13. Apprentice Magician 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Mother Grizzly 16. Secret Village of the Spell casters 17. Secret Village of the Spell casters 18. Magical Dimension 19. Magical Dimension 20. Moray of Greed 21. Moray of Greed 22. Salvage 23. Salvage 24. Book of Moon 25. Brain Control 26. Burden of the Mighty 27. Burden of the Mighty 28. Giant Trade 29. Swords of Revealing Light 30. Heavy Storm 31. Mystical Space Typhoon 32. Royal Decree 33. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Romancer of the Ice Barrier Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty Strategist draw:(d34)[24] "Freezing me out of my spells isn't very nice..." Draw:(d35)[25]"I will summon Oyster Master in attack mode. Then lay a card face down and end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|O|--|f|-|-|-[/table]Oyster Master (1600/200)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Giant Trade Morphing Jar Royal Swamp Eel Magical Mallet face down Spoiler Hide Fish Depth Charge GY Spoiler Hide - RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~40 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Unshaven Angler 9. Nimble Sunfish 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Nimble Sunfish 12. Oyster Master 13. Oyster Master 14. Phantom of Chaos 15. Phantom of Chaos 16. Phantom of Chaos 17. Golden Flying Fish 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Golden Flying Fish 20. Star Blast 21. Star Blast 22. Heavy Storm 23. Foolish Burial 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 26. Magical Mallet 27. Big Wave Small Wave 28. Big Wave Small Wave 29. Fish Depth Charge 30. Torrential Tribute 31. Dark Bribe 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dimensional Prison 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon That is the harshness of winter. You will learn to deal with it.(d33)[26]I invoke my Strategist's magic again, discarding a Romancer of the Ice Barrier to draw another card. Then I shall cast another part of winter's curse, the Burden of the Mighty. This card invokes the biting cold of winter to weaken your monsters. I summon another Strategist of the Ice Barrier. My first Strategist destroys your Oyster Master, and my second attacks directly. That ends my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|S’S|--|-|FD|Both|-[/table’S:Strategist of the Ice Barrier (1600/1600)Both:Burden of the Mighty Field Spell:Secret Village of the SpellcastersLife Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Mother Grizzly Giant Trade Face Down: Spoiler Hide Book of Moon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 10. Magical Exemplar 11. Magical Exemplar 12. Magical Exemplar 13. Apprentice Magician 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Mother Grizzly 16. Secret Village of the Spell casters 17. Secret Village of the Spell casters 18. Magical Dimension 19. Magical Dimension 20. Moray of Greed 21. Moray of Greed 22. Salvage 23. Salvage 24. Book of Moon 25. Brain Control 26. Burden of the Mighty 27. Swords of Revealing Light 28. Heavy Storm 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Royal Decree 31. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Romancer of the Ice Barrier Romancer of the Ice Barrier Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty Strategist draw:(d32)[27] "When you play Burden of the Mighty... I flip my trap card... Fish Depth Charge, attributing my Oyster Master, and targeting your Secret Village. This allows me to special summon on Oyster token in defense mode! I also get to draw a card...how will this change your turn?"{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|O|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Oyster Token (0/0)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Giant Trade Morphing Jar Royal Swamp Eel Magical Mallet Nimble Sunfish face down Spoiler Hide - GY Spoiler Hide Oyster Master Fish Depth Charge RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~40 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Unshaven Angler 9. Nimble Sunfish 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Oyster Master 12. Oyster Master 13. Phantom of Chaos 14. Phantom of Chaos 15. Phantom of Chaos 16. Golden Flying Fish 17. Golden Flying Fish 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Star Blast 20. Star Blast 21. Heavy Storm 22. Foolish Burial 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Magical Mallet 25. Big Wave Small Wave 26. Big Wave Small Wave 27. Fish Depth Charge 28. Torrential Tribute 29. Dark Bribe 30. Dark Bribe 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Dimensional Prison 33. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Fish Depth Charge Draw:(d34)[11] Well, I shall then have the Strategist destroy the oyster, and the other attack directly.(Don't forget to draw for Fish Depth Charge.) Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|S’S|--|-|FD|Both|-[/table’S:Strategist of the Ice Barrier (1600/1600)Both:Burden of the Mighty Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Mother Grizzly Giant Trade Face Down: Spoiler Hide Book of Moon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 10. Magical Exemplar 11. Magical Exemplar 12. Magical Exemplar 13. Apprentice Magician 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Mother Grizzly 16. Secret Village of the Spell casters 17. Secret Village of the Spell casters 18. Magical Dimension 19. Magical Dimension 20. Moray of Greed 21. Moray of Greed 22. Salvage 23. Salvage 24. Book of Moon 25. Brain Control 26. Burden of the Mighty 27. Swords of Revealing Light 28. Heavy Storm 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Royal Decree 31. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Romancer of the Ice Barrier Romancer of the Ice Barrier Secret Village of the Spell casters Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Then it's back to me." Draw - (d33)[24]"I will play Giant Trade Then I will play Magical Mallet sending 2 cards back to my deck to draw 2. Then I will play another Magical Mallet to put 2 cards back and draw 2 more. Finally, I will lay a creature face down, and another card face down, and end my turn. {table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]LP:6400Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Star Blast face down Spoiler Hide M Nimble Sunfish S/T Mystical Space Typhoon GY Spoiler Hide Oyster Master Fish Depth Charge Giant Trade Magical Mallet RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~40 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Royal Swamp Eel 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Unshaven Angler 9. Unshaven Angler 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Nimble Sunfish 12. Oyster Master 13. Oyster Master 14. Morphing Jar 15. Phantom of Chaos 16. Phantom of Chaos 17. Phantom of Chaos 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Golden Flying Fish 20. Golden Flying Fish 21. Star Blast 22. Heavy Storm 23. Foolish Burial 24. Big Wave Small Wave 25. Big Wave Small Wave 26. Fish Depth Charge 27. Torrential Tribute 28. Dark Bribe 29. Dark Bribe 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Draw:(2d34)[30][27](57) Mallet #2 -(2d34)[21][25](46) It is back to me then.(d31)[27]One of my Strategists attacks your face down monster, and the other attacks directly. I then Set a card and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|S’S|--|-|FD|-|-[/table’S:Strategist of the Ice Barrier (1600/1600)Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Mother Grizzly Giant Trade Burden of the Mighty Swords of Revealing Light Face Down: Spoiler Hide Book of Moon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 10. Magical Exemplar 11. Magical Exemplar 12. Magical Exemplar 13. Apprentice Magician 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Mother Grizzly 16. Secret Village of the Spell casters 17. Secret Village of the Spell casters 18. Magical Dimension 19. Magical Dimension 20. Moray of Greed 21. Moray of Greed 22. Salvage 23. Salvage 24. Book of Moon 25. Brain Control 26. Burden of the Mighty 27. Heavy Storm 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Royal Decree 30. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Romancer of the Ice Barrier Romancer of the Ice Barrier Secret Village of the Spell casters Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Haha!, my card flips to reveal a Nimble Sunfish! It is destroyed, and I send a Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth to my graveyard to special summon another Nimble Sunfish in defense mode. Does this change your turn?"{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|N|--|-|f|-|-[/table]Nimble Sunfish (1000/100)LP:6400Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Star Blast face down Spoiler Hide M S/T Mystical Space Typhoon GY Spoiler Hide Oyster Master Fish Depth Charge Giant Trade Magical Mallet Nimble Sunfish Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~40 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Royal Swamp Eel 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Unshaven Angler 9. Nimble Sunfish 10. Oyster Master 11. Oyster Master 12. Morphing Jar 13. Phantom of Chaos 14. Phantom of Chaos 15. Phantom of Chaos 16. Golden Flying Fish 17. Golden Flying Fish 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Star Blast 20. Heavy Storm 21. Foolish Burial 22. Big Wave Small Wave 23. Big Wave Small Wave 24. Fish Depth Charge 25. Torrential Tribute 26. Dark Bribe 27. Dark Bribe 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon I will not attack with my second Strategist. During my second Main Phase, I Set another monster and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|FD’S|S|--|-|FD|-|-[/table’S:Strategist of the Ice Barrier (1600/1600)Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Giant Trade Burden of the Mighty Swords of Revealing Light Face Down: Spoiler Hide Mother Grizzly Book of Moon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 10. Magical Exemplar 11. Magical Exemplar 12. Magical Exemplar 13. Apprentice Magician 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Mother Grizzly 16. Secret Village of the Spell casters 17. Secret Village of the Spell casters 18. Magical Dimension 19. Magical Dimension 20. Moray of Greed 21. Moray of Greed 22. Salvage 23. Salvage 24. Book of Moon 25. Brain Control 26. Burden of the Mighty 27. Heavy Storm 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Royal Decree 30. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Romancer of the Ice Barrier Romancer of the Ice Barrier Secret Village of the Spell casters Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Okay, then I draw."(d32)[5]"I'll pass my turn."{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|N|--|-|f|-|-[/table]Nimble Sunfish (1000/100)LP:6400Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Star Blast Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth face down Spoiler Hide M S/T Mystical Space Typhoon GY Spoiler Hide Oyster Master Fish Depth Charge Giant Trade Magical Mallet Nimble Sunfish Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~40 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Royal Swamp Eel 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Unshaven Angler 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Nimble Sunfish 9. Oyster Master 10. Oyster Master 11. Morphing Jar 12. Phantom of Chaos 13. Phantom of Chaos 14. Phantom of Chaos 15. Golden Flying Fish 16. Golden Flying Fish 17. Golden Flying Fish 18. Star Blast 19. Heavy Storm 20. Foolish Burial 21. Big Wave Small Wave 22. Big Wave Small Wave 23. Fish Depth Charge 24. Torrential Tribute 25. Dark Bribe 26. Dark Bribe 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon My move.(d30)[13]I summon Apprentice Magician and Flip Summon Mother Grizzly. Apprentice Magician destroys your Sunfish, and Mother Grizzly will devour the next one as it appears. My two Strategists attack directly, and I end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|MG’S|S|AM-|-|FD|-|-[/table]MG:Mother Grizzly (1400/1000)S:Strategist of the Ice Barrier (1600/1600)AM:Apprentice Magician (400/800)Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Giant Trade Burden of the Mighty Swords of Revealing Light Face Down: Spoiler Hide Mother Grizzly Book of Moon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 10. Magical Exemplar 11. Magical Exemplar 12. Magical Exemplar 13. Apprentice Magician 14. Mother Grizzly 15. Secret Village of the Spell casters 16. Secret Village of the Spell casters 17. Magical Dimension 18. Magical Dimension 19. Moray of Greed 20. Moray of Greed 21. Salvage 22. Salvage 23. Book of Moon 24. Brain Control 25. Burden of the Mighty 26. Heavy Storm 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Royal Decree 29. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Romancer of the Ice Barrier Romancer of the Ice Barrier Secret Village of the Spell casters Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Alright, I'll send another Deep sea King to my graveyard to get the last Nimble Sunfish, which you kill, and now I draw." Draw - (d27)[9]"First, I will flip my face down card, revealing Mystical Space Typhoon, destroying your spell/trap card. Next, I will play Star Blast, and by paying 1500 Life points, I reduce the card in my hand by 3 stars. Next I normally Summon Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth in attack mode! Then I will discard a card from my hand to special summon out 4 fish from my deck! Two Royal Swamp Eels, an Unshaven Angler, and a Golden Flying Fish. Then, I will Sync an Eel and the Angler to summon Red Dragon Archfiend I will also sync the other eel and the golden flying fish to summon Thought Ruler Archfiend Now, Thought Ruler Archfiend will attack one of your Strategists, destroying it, dealing you 1100LP, and gaining me 1600LP! Next my Red Dragon Archfiend will attack your other Strategist, destroying it and dealing you 1400LP. Finally, Deep sea King will attack your Apprentice Magician, destroying it. Then, I end my turn.{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|R|S’T|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Red Dragon Archfiend (ATK)(3000/2000)Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth (ATK)(2800/2200)Thought Ruler Archfiend (ATK) (2700/2300)LP:3300Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide - face down Spoiler Hide M S/T GY Spoiler Hide Oyster Master Fish Depth Charge Giant Trade Magical Mallet Nimble Sunfish Nimble Sunfish Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Mystical space Typhoon Star Blast Morphing Jar Royal swamp eel Royal swamp eel Unshaven Angler Golden Flying Fish RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~22 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Unshaven Angler 3. Unshaven Angler 4. Oyster Master 5. Oyster Master 6. Phantom of Chaos 7. Phantom of Chaos 8. Phantom of Chaos 9. Golden Flying Fish 10. Golden Flying Fish 11. Star Blast 12. Heavy Storm 13. Foolish Burial 14. Big Wave Small Wave 15. Big Wave Small Wave 16. Fish Depth Charge 17. Torrential Tribute 18. Dark Bribe 19. Dark Bribe 20. Dimensional Prison 21. Dimensional Prison 22. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon In response to your Mystical Space Typhoon, I flip my face down Book of Moon, which switches Apprentice Magician to face-down Defense Position. Does this change your move? "Yes, I switch the attack targets for my Deep Speaking and my Dragon."((Edited in above)) When my Apprentice Magician is destroyed, I Special Summon another Apprentice Magician from my Deck.(Oh shoot, I did not realize that Romancer was not a Spell caster.)(d27)[21]I switch Mother Grizzly to Defense Position, and lay down Burden of the Mighty and Swords of Revealing Light. I Set a card face-down and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|MG|FD|-|--|Soil|Both|FD|-[/table]MG:Mother Grizzly (1400/1000, DEF)Both:Burden of the MightySoRL:Swords of Revealing Light(3 turns remaining)Life Points:5500Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Giant Trade Face Down: Spoiler Hide Apprentice Magician Book of Moon Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Ice Queen 2. Ice Queen 3. Medium of the Ice Barrier 4. Medium of the Ice Barrier 5. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 6. Die-Sojo of the Ice Barrier 7. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 8. Romancer of the Ice Barrier 9. Magical Exemplar 10. Magical Exemplar 11. Magical Exemplar 12. Mother Grizzly 13. Secret Village of the Spell casters 14. Secret Village of the Spell casters 15. Magical Dimension 16. Magical Dimension 17. Moray of Greed 18. Moray of Greed 19. Salvage 20. Salvage 21. Brain Control 22. Burden of the Mighty 23. Heavy Storm 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Royal Decree 26. Royal Decree Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1x Magical Android 1x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Deplored, Tiger Prince of the Ice Barrier 2x Tempest Magician 1x Black Rose Dragon 2x Granite Magician 1x Gunner, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Trisha, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Romancer of the Ice Barrier Romancer of the Ice Barrier Secret Village of the Spell casters Book of Moon Strategist of the Ice Barrier x2 Romancer of the Ice Barrier Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "and I'll Draw"Draw:(d22)[22]"I will discard the card from my hand to summon 2 more fish to the field from my deck, in attack mode, Oyster Master and Golden Flying Fish. I will tribute the Oyster Master to the Flying Fish to destroy your Swords of Revealing Light, then I will tribute the Oyster Token it created to destroy your Burden of the Mighty. I will have my Dragon attack your Grizzly, destroying both of your defense position monsters. Then my other monsters will attack you directly.{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|R|S’T|G-|-|-|-|-[/table]Red Dragon Archfiend (ATK)(3000/2000)Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth (ATK)(2800/2200)Thought Ruler Archfiend (ATK) (2700/2300)Golden Flying Fish (ATK)(1700/1000)LP:3300Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide - face down Spoiler Hide M S/T GY Spoiler Hide Oyster Master Fish Depth Charge Giant Trade Magical Mallet Nimble Sunfish Nimble Sunfish Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Mystical space Typhoon Star Blast Morphing Jar Royal swamp eel Royal swamp eel Unshaven Angler Golden Flying Fish Mirror Force Oyster Master RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~22 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Unshaven Angler 3. Unshaven Angler 4. Oyster Master 5. Phantom of Chaos 6. Phantom of Chaos 7. Phantom of Chaos 8. Golden Flying Fish 9. Star Blast 10. Heavy Storm 11. Foolish Burial 12. Big Wave Small Wave 13. Big Wave Small Wave 14. Fish Depth Charge 15. Torrential Tribute 16. Dark Bribe 17. Dark Bribe 18. Dimensional Prison 19. Dimensional Prison Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Well, that's that, then. You have proven yourself stronger than winter's cold. The woman gives a frosty glare and turns to go.(I had another Book of Moon face down, so I could have stalled for another turn, but it's not worth it. Ice Barrier really isn't my cup of tea.) ((No worries, is there another one of your season decks you'd like to try?)) ((Aye, I still haven't tried my Summer deck yet. If you want to take it, I'll make another thread.)) Sure, go ahead! If you don't mind facing this one again. All right! Thread is made! A bright midsummer day, the earth bathed in sunshine. A barefoot young girl comes skipping by, singing cheerful song. The summer O, the summer O, Amid its golden peace I go, From noon to lazy evening glow. My friend I told you soooooooo! Hi there! Come on, let's duel! Unit:(d20)[11]Draw:(5d40)[18][34][36][14][16](118)(3d40)[28][18][4](50) "Whew, it sure is warm..." Init:(1d20)[14]Draw:(5d40)[5][17][32][29][31](114)ReRoll:(3d40)[37][39][13](89)Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Phantom of Chaos Big Wave Small Wave Big Wave Small Wave Magical Mallet face down Spoiler Hide - GY Spoiler Hide - RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~35 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Royal Swamp Eel 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler 8. Unshaven Angler 9. Nimble Sunfish 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Nimble Sunfish 12. Oyster Master 13. Oyster Master 14. Oyster Master 15. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 16. Phantom of Chaos 17. Morphing Jar 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Golden Flying Fish 20. Golden Flying Fish 21. Star Blast 22. Star Blast 23. Heavy Storm 24. Foolish Burial 25. Giant Trade 26. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet 27. Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 28. Fish Depth Charge 29. Fish Depth Charge 30. Torrential Tribute 31. Dark Bribe 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dimensional Prison 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon "Alright, I'll start this show off!" Draw:(d35)[8]"Alright!, I will play Unshaven Angler face up. Then I will play Big Wave Small Wave, destroying my Angler and letting me summon Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth from my hand! Then I end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|S|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth (ATK) (2800/2200)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Phantom of Chaos Big Wave Small Wave Magical Mallet face down Spoiler Hide - GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~35 Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Swamp Eel 2. Royal Swamp Eel 3. Royal Swamp Eel 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler 9. Nimble Sunfish 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Nimble Sunfish 12. Oyster Master 13. Oyster Master 14. Oyster Master 15. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 16. Phantom of Chaos 17. Morphing Jar 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Golden Flying Fish 20. Golden Flying Fish 21. Star Blast 22. Star Blast 23. Heavy Storm 24. Foolish Burial 25. Giant Trade 26. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet 27. Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 28. Fish Depth Charge 29. Fish Depth Charge 30. Torrential Tribute 31. Dark Bribe 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dimensional Prison 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Ooh! That's quite the monster! Now it's my turn.(d35)[33]I lay three cards face down and end my turn. Your move, mister! Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|FD|FD|FD|-[/table]Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Natural Mantis Natural Dragonfly Natural Needle Face Down: Spoiler Hide Scapegoat Torrential Tribute Dark Bribe Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Cosmonaut 10. Natural Butterfly 11. Natural Butterfly 12. Natural Dragonfly 13. Natural Dragonfly 14. Natural Needle 15. Natural Needle 16. Natural Mantis 17. Natural Mantis 18. Natural Rose whip 19. Natural Rose whip 20. Natural Strawberry 21. Spore 22. Gaia Power 23. Gaia Power 24. Verdant Sanctuary 25. Verdant Sanctuary 26. Lightning Vortex 27. Heavy Storm 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Card Destruction 30. Pot of Avarice 31. Mirror Force 32. Solemn Judgment 33. Dark Bribe 34. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Empty Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Cute. Now I draw!" Draw:(d34)[30]"I will Discard a card to summon 4 fish from my deck, 2 Royal Swamp Eels, 1 Golden Flying Fish, and 1 Nimble Sunfish. Do you have a response?((Turn not over))Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5R|R|N|S|G-|-|-|-|-[/table]Royal Swamp Eel Nimble SunfishSuperancient Deep sea King Coelacanth (ATK) (2800/2200)Golden Flying Fish LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Phantom of Chaos Magical Mallet Torrential Tribute face down Spoiler Hide - GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave RFG Spoiler Hide - Something Smells Fishy ~35 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel 3. Royal Swamp Eel 4. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 5. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 6. Unshaven Angler 7. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler 9. Nimble Sunfish 10. Nimble Sunfish 11. Nimble Sunfish 12. Oyster Master 13. Oyster Master 14. Oyster Master 15. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 16. Phantom of Chaos 17. Morphing Jar 18. Golden Flying Fish 19. Golden Flying Fish 20. Golden Flying Fish 21. Star Blast 22. Star Blast 23. Heavy Storm 24. Foolish Burial 25. Giant Trade 26. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet 27. Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 28. Fish Depth Charge 29. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 31. Dark Bribe 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dimensional Prison 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Yes, I do! I activate Torrential Tribute to send your fish back into the ocean! "Fine, then I will play Phantom of Chaos in attack mode! Then I will remove my Deep sea King in my graveyard from play to have my Chaos Phantom gain his ability. I discard another card to summon out 4 more fish! A royal swamp eel, an Oyster Master, a Golden Flying Fish, and an Unshaven Angler. Next, I will sync my Eel and my Angler to summon Red Dragon Archfiend! Then I will attack with all 4 of my monsters! (6300 LP) And finally I will lay a card face down and end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|R|P|O|G-|-|-|f|-[/table]Red Dragon Archfiend (ATK)(3000/2000)Phantom of Chaos (ATK)(0/0)Oyster Master (ATK)(1600/200)Golden Flying Fish (ATK)(1700/1000)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide - face down Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~25 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 3. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 4. Nimble Sunfish 5. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 6. Oyster Master 7. Oyster Master 8. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 9. Phantom of Chaos 10. Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 11. Golden Flying Fish 12. Star Blast 13. Star Blast 14. Heavy Storm 15. Foolish Burial 16. Giant Trade 17. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet 18. Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 19. Fish Depth Charge 20. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 21. Dark Bribe 22. Dark Bribe 23. Dimensional Prison 24. Dimensional Prison 25. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Beg pardon, sir, but shouldn't the fishes you summon have their effects negated? ((Holy crap.do they really!??))(edit)((Well ain't that somethin')) ((So how did you destroy my cards? I presumed it was by Golden Flying Fish's effect, which should be negated.)) ((Yeah, that was it...and with that realization, I'll need to overhaul this deck somewhat...as even the Oyster Master doesn't make a token... I'll edit out the offending text above and go from there...)) (In what order do you make the attacks?) ((Straight down the list, though if you do something to interrupt one, I might switch it around)) I take the attack from Red Dragon Archfiend, but I activate Scapegoat to summon 4 Sheep Tokens, 2 of which block the attacks from your fish. Anything else you want to add? ((3 of them get hit...as the Phantom of Chaos has the ATK of the Deep sea King this turn, it just doesn't deal you damage...))" No, I believe that will do for now." All right then! My turn!(d34)[19]I summon Natural Mantis and switch my Sheep Token to Attack Position! The Sheep Token attacks Phantom of Chaos, and Mantis destroys Oyster Master! That's it for now! Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|NM|-|--|-|-|FD|-[/table]NM:Natural Mantis (1700/1300)Life Points:5000Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Natural Dragonfly Natural Needle Natural Rose whip Face Down: Spoiler Hide Dark Bribe Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Cosmonaut 10. Natural Butterfly 11. Natural Butterfly 12. Natural Dragonfly 13. Natural Dragonfly 14. Natural Needle 15. Natural Needle 16. Natural Mantis 17. Natural Mantis 18. Natural Rose whip 19. Natural Strawberry 20. Spore 21. Gaia Power 22. Gaia Power 23. Verdant Sanctuary 24. Verdant Sanctuary 25. Lightning Vortex 26. Heavy Storm 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Card Destruction 29. Pot of Avarice 30. Mirror Force 31. Solemn Judgment 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute Scapegoat Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty Back to me then! Draw:(d25)[18]"I will attack your Mantis with my Dragon, attack your sheep with my Flying Fish, and attack you directly with my Phantom!" Then I will end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|R|P|-|G-|-|-|f|-[/table]Red Dragon Archfiend (ATK)(3000/2000)Phantom of Chaos (ATK)(0/0)Golden Flying Fish (ATK)(1700/1000)LP:7900Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Magical Mallet face down Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~25 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 3. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 4. Nimble Sunfish 5. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 6. Oyster Master 7. Oyster Master 8. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 9. Phantom of Chaos 10. Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 11. Golden Flying Fish 12. Star Blast 13. Star Blast 14. Heavy Storm 15. Foolish Burial 16. Giant Trade 17. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 19. Fish Depth Charge 20. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 21. Dark Bribe 22. Dark Bribe 23. Dimensional Prison 24. Dimensional Prison 25. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon (I had destroyed the Phantom with the Sheep last turn. I'll take it that the rest of the turn remains the same.)(d33)[28]All right now! I summon my little friend, Natural Dragonfly! Then I activate Card Destruction! I discard Natural Host needle and Rose whip, and draw two more cards! Then I activate Lightning Vortex, discarding Pot of Avarice, to destroy all your monsters! Natural Dragonfly, attack directly with Summer's Sonata! A sudden fire destroys all your monsters, and the little dragonfly attacks with a sonic shockwave. That's all for now. Back to you! Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|D|-|--|-|-|FD|-[/table’D:Natural Dragonfly (1800/400)Life Points:2000Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Face Down: Spoiler Hide Dark Bribe Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Cosmonaut 10. Natural Butterfly 11. Natural Butterfly 12. Natural Dragonfly 13. Natural Dragonfly 14. Natural Needle 15. Natural Needle 16. Natural Mantis 17. Natural Mantis 18. Natural Rose whip 19. Natural Strawberry 20. Spore 21. Gaia Power 22. Gaia Power 23. Verdant Sanctuary 24. Verdant Sanctuary 25. Heavy Storm 26. Mystical Space Typhoon 27. Mirror Force 28. Solemn Judgment 29. Dark Bribe 30. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute Scapegoat Natural Mantis Card Destruction Natural Needle Natural Rose whip Lightning Vortex Pot of Avarice Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty Card Destruction draws:(2d32)[28][25](53) ((Unless I'm missing something, the sheep have 0 ATK, as does the Phantom, would they both die in that instance?)) Draw for Card Destruction:(d24)[1] ((I believe so. Though it seems that the rule is different for OCG. It is with TCG rules we're playing, right? Your move.)) ((Doesn't matter anyway))"All my creatures!" Draw:(d23)[21]"I will lay a card face down and end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|f|-|f|-[/table]LP:6100Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth face down Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison (2) Torrential Tribute(4) GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler Magical Mallet RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~25 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 3. Nimble Sunfish 4. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 5. Oyster Master 6. Oyster Master 7. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 8. Phantom of Chaos 9. Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 10. Golden Flying Fish 11. Star Blast 12. Star Blast 13. Heavy Storm 14. Foolish Burial 15. Giant Trade 16. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 17. Fish Depth Charge 18. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 19. Dark Bribe 20. Dark Bribe Sgt; Dimensional Prison 22. Dimensional Prison 23. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Yay! Now it's my turn again!(d30)[24]I activate Verdant Sanctuary! Now, if my Dragonfly gets destroyed, another of my friends will come to me! Isn't summer wonderful? Natural Dragonfly, attack again! Summer's Sonata! I'll end my turn there, sir. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|D|-|--|-|VS|FD|-[/table’D:Natural Dragonfly (1800/400)Life Points:2000Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Face Down: Spoiler Hide Dark Bribe Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Cosmonaut 10. Natural Butterfly 11. Natural Butterfly 12. Natural Dragonfly 13. Natural Dragonfly 14. Natural Needle 15. Natural Needle 16. Natural Mantis 17. Natural Mantis 18. Natural Rose whip 19. Natural Strawberry 20. Spore 21. Gaia Power 22. Gaia Power 23. Verdant Sanctuary 24. Heavy Storm 25. Mystical Space Typhoon 26. Mirror Force 27. Solemn Judgment 28. Dark Bribe 29. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute Scapegoat Natural Mantis Card Destruction Natural Needle Natural Rose whip Lightning Vortex Pot of Avarice Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Attacking triggers my Trap Card... Dimensional Prison!" Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|D|-|f|-[/table]Dimensional Prison LP:6100Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth face down Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison (2) Torrential Tribute(4) GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler Magical Mallet RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~25 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 3. Nimble Sunfish 4. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 5. Oyster Master 6. Oyster Master 7. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 8. Phantom of Chaos 9. Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 10. Golden Flying Fish 11. Star Blast 12. Star Blast 13. Heavy Storm 14. Foolish Burial 15. Giant Trade 16. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 17. Fish Depth Charge 18. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 19. Dark Bribe 20. Dark Bribe Sgt; Dimensional Prison 22. Dimensional Prison 23. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon That won't do! I activate Dark Bribe! "Anything else?" Dark Bribe Draw:(d22)[4]Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|f|-[/table]LP:4800Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Nimble Sunfish face down Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute(4) GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler Magical Mallet Phantom of Chaos Red Dragon Archfiend Golden Flying Fish Dimensional Prison RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~25 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 3. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 4. Oyster Master 5. Oyster Master 6. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 7. Phantom of Chaos 8. Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 9. Golden Flying Fish 10. Star Blast 11. Star Blast 12. Heavy Storm 13. Foolish Burial 14. Giant Trade 15. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 16. Fish Depth Charge 17. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 18. Dark Bribe 19. Dark Bribe Sgt; Dimensional Prison 20. Dimensional Prison 21. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Nope. My hand's empty, I've already attacked, so it's back to you! "Alright then, I draw Draw:(d21)[20]I'll lay a card face down, and a creature face down, and end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|f|f|-[/table]LP:4800Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth face down Spoiler Hide M Nimble Sunfish (3) S/T Dimensional Prison(3) Torrential Tribute(4) GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler Magical Mallet Phantom of Chaos Red Dragon Archfiend Golden Flying Fish Dimensional Prison RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~25 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 3. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 4. Oyster Master 5. Oyster Master 6. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 7. Phantom of Chaos 8. Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 9. Golden Flying Fish 10. Star Blast 11. Star Blast 12. Heavy Storm 13. Foolish Burial 14. Giant Trade 15. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 16. Fish Depth Charge 17. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 18. Dark Bribe 19. Dark Bribe Sgt; Dimensional Prison Sgt; Dimensional Prison 20. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Back to me then.(d29)[9]I summon Natural Cosmonaut! My little friend here will be giving my Natural Dragonfly a tune-up, to Synchro Summon Natural Balkion! Show them your stuff, Balkion! Attack with Verdant Blast! A shower of pollen transforms the little dragonfly into a great dragon, which fires a green blast of energy at the face down monster. That's all for now. My hand's empty again, so I end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|B|-|--|-|VS|-|-[/table]B:Natural Balkion (2500/1800)Life Points:2000Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Butterfly 10. Natural Butterfly 11. Natural Dragonfly 12. Natural Dragonfly 13. Natural Needle 14. Natural Needle 15. Natural Mantis 16. Natural Mantis 17. Natural Rose whip 18. Natural Strawberry 19. Spore 20. Gaia Power 21. Gaia Power 22. Verdant Sanctuary 23. Heavy Storm 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Mirror Force 26. Solemn Judgment 27. Dark Bribe 28. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute Scapegoat Natural Mantis Card Destruction Natural Needle Natural Rose whip Lightning Vortex Pot of Avarice Dark Bribe Natural Cosmonaut Natural Dragonfly Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "When you summon your cosmonaut, you trigger my Torrential Tribute! Gas! Well, that's just fine. My Verdant Sanctuary then adds another Natural Dragonfly to my hand. I can't do anything else, so I guess it's your turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|VS|-|-[/table]Life Points:2000Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Natural Dragonfly Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Butterfly 10. Natural Butterfly 11. Natural Dragonfly 12. Natural Needle 13. Natural Needle 14. Natural Mantis 15. Natural Mantis 16. Natural Rose whip 17. Natural Strawberry 18. Spore 19. Gaia Power 20. Gaia Power 21. Verdant Sanctuary 22. Heavy Storm 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Mirror Force 25. Solemn Judgment 26. Dark Bribe 27. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute Scapegoat Natural Mantis Card Destruction Natural Needle Natural Rose whip Lightning Vortex Pot of Avarice Dark Bribe Natural Cosmonaut Natural Dragonfly Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Alright, I draw"(d20)[8]"I will play a creature face down and end my turn." Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]LP:4800Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth face down Spoiler Hide M Morphing Jar(3) S/T Dimensional Prison(3) Torrential Tribute(4) GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler Magical Mallet Phantom of Chaos Red Dragon Archfiend Golden Flying Fish Dimensional Prison Torrential Tribute Nimble Sunfish RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~20 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 3. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 4. Oyster Master 5. Oyster Master 6. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos 7. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 9. Golden Flying Fish 10. Star Blast 11. Star Blast 12. Heavy Storm 13. Foolish Burial 14. Giant Trade 15. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 16. Fish Depth Charge 17. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 18. Dark Bribe 19. Dark Bribe Sgt; Dimensional Prison Sgt; Dimensional Prison 20. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon My draw again!(d27)[10]I summon my second Natural Dragonfly! Let's give this another go! Attack the monster with Summer's Sonata! That's all for now. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|D|-|--|-|VS|-|-[/table’D:Natural Dragonfly (2200/400)Life Points:2000Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Natural Butterfly Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Butterfly 10. Natural Dragonfly 11. Natural Needle 12. Natural Needle 13. Natural Mantis 14. Natural Mantis 15. Natural Rose whip 16. Natural Strawberry 17. Spore 18. Gaia Power 19. Gaia Power 20. Verdant Sanctuary 21. Heavy Storm 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mirror Force 24. Solemn Judgment 25. Dark Bribe 26. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute Scapegoat Natural Mantis Card Destruction Natural Needle Natural Rose whip Lightning Vortex Pot of Avarice Dark Bribe Natural Cosmonaut Natural Dragonfly Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Your attack triggers my trap, Dimensional Prison!" Phooey. That's no fun. I'll end my turn then. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|VS|-|-[/table]Life Points:2000Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Natural Butterfly Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Natural Bamboo chute 2. Natural Bamboo chute 3. Natural Bamboo chute 4. Natural Cliff 5. Natural Cliff 6. Natural Cliff 7. Natural Cosmonaut 8. Natural Cosmonaut 9. Natural Butterfly 10. Natural Dragonfly 11. Natural Needle 12. Natural Needle 13. Natural Mantis 14. Natural Mantis 15. Natural Rose whip 16. Natural Strawberry 17. Spore 18. Gaia Power 19. Gaia Power 20. Verdant Sanctuary 21. Heavy Storm 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mirror Force 24. Solemn Judgment 25. Dark Bribe 26. Dark Bribe Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Natural Beast 1x Ally of Justice Castor 2x Natural Balkion 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Natural Landline 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Black-Winged Dragon 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Natural Leo drake Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Torrential Tribute Scapegoat Natural Mantis Card Destruction Natural Needle Natural Rose whip Lightning Vortex Pot of Avarice Dark Bribe Natural Cosmonaut Natural Dragonfly Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Natural Dragonfly "Whew, summer is no slouch! Draw:(d19)[11]"I'll play Heavy Storm! Then I will flip my face down monster, revealing Morphing Jar! I discard a Deep sea King and draw 5! Then, I will summon an Oyster Master in attack mode and attack with it and the Morphing Jar! If you manage to survive, I will lay two cards face down and end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|M|O|--|f|-|f|-[/table]Morphing Jar (ATK)(700/600)Oyster Master (ATK)(1600/200)LP:4800Spoiler Hide Hand Spoiler Hide Giant Trade Phantom of Chaos face down Spoiler Hide M S/T Fish Depth Charge (2) Mirror Force (4) GY Spoiler Hide Big Wave Small Wave Unshaven Angler Big Wave Small Wave Royal Swamp Eel Royal Swamp Eel Nimble Sunfish Golden Flying Fish Magical Mallet Oyster Master Royal Swamp Eel Unshaven Angler Magical Mallet Phantom of Chaos Red Dragon Archfiend Golden Flying Fish Dimensional Prison Torrential Tribute Nimble Sunfish Dimensional Prison Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Heavy Storm RFG Spoiler Hide Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Something Smells Fishy ~20 Spoiler Hide Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Royal Swamp Eel Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth Sgt; Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 1. Super ancient Deep sea King Coelacanth 2. Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Unshaven Angler Sgt; Nimble Sunfish 3. Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Nimble Sunfish Sgt; Oyster Master 4. Oyster Master Sgt; Oyster Master 6. Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Phantom of Chaos Sgt; Morphing Jar Sgt; Golden Flying Fish Sgt; Golden Flying Fish 8. Golden Flying Fish 9. Star Blast 10. Star Blast Sgt;. Heavy Storm 11. Foolish Burial Sgt; Giant Trade 13. Mystical Space Typhoon Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Magical Mallet Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave Sgt; Big Wave Small Wave 14. Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Fish Depth Charge Sgt; Torrential Tribute 16. Dark Bribe 17. Dark Bribe Sgt; Dimensional Prison Sgt; Dimensional Prison Sgt;. Mirror Force Extra Deck 1. Red Dragon Archfiend 2. Red Dragon Archfiend 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Goya Guardian 6. Stardust Dragon 7. Stardust Dragon 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Thought Ruler Archfiend 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Mist Warm 12. Mist Warm 13. Colossal Warrior 14. Colossal Warrior 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Drawing!(5d18)[18][12][7][5][5](47)(3d18)[15][13][4](32) I discard Natural Butterfly and draw five more cards.(5d26)[16][25][21][2][1](65)(3d26)[7][7][8](22) ((FYI, I attacked, not sure if that'll kill you or not)) You got me there! That was fun! Let's play again sometime?(Good game.) ((Very good game...though it did seem a tad anti-climactic)) A young black-cloaked gentleman walks into the arena. His smile is cordial, but there is a hard, malicious gleam in his eyes. Good evening. My name is Duke Strauss. May our duel today be excellent, yes? He unfolds a Duel Disk shaped like a bat's wing, and draws his opening hand.(d20)[14](5d40)[11][29][17][35][10](102)(3d40)[31][26][2](59) A man with red, spike, disshelved hair stands before you. He is in a simple tattered robe. You notice markings on the sleeves of his robe, which seem to be as faded as his robe. He deeply bows as you enter, and his response is simply,"Yes, we shall"Counterimage - Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Magical Library 2. Royal Magical Library 3. Royal Magical Library 4. Summoner Monk 5. Plague spreader Zombie 6. Krebs 7. Krebs 8. Krebs 9. Too Table of Contents 10. Too Table of Contents 11. Too Table of Contents 12. Too World 13. Magical Citadel of Endymion 14. Magical Citadel of Endymion 15. Magical Citadel of Endymion 16. Terraforming 17. Terraforming 18. Card Destruction 19. Magical Mallet 20. Magical Mallet 21. Giant Trade 22. Heavy Storm 23. Spell Power Grasp 24. Spell Power Grasp 25. Magical Stone Excavation 26. Magical Stone Excavation 27. Into the Void 28. Into the Void 29. Into the Void 30. A Feather of the Phoenix 31. Book of Moon 32. Book of Moon 33. Emergency Teleport 34. Mystical Space Typhoon 35. Broken Bamboo Sword 36. Broken Bamboo Sword 37. Golden Bamboo Sword 38. Golden Bamboo Sword 39. Golden Bamboo Sword 40. Magical Explosion Extra Deck 1. Tempest Magician 2. Tempest Magician 3. Tempest Magician 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Explosive Magician With a flick of his wrist, a duel disk seemingly just appears.(d20)[14](5d40)[35][5][15][24][37](116)(3d40)[20][24][4](48) ((Wow, okay, reroll))(d20)[5] ((Hmm, I was offline for nearly two hours, and just got back on when you posted. Rerolling initiative:))(d20)[14] Looks like the honor of the first move belongs to me.(d35)[5]I Set a monster and end my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FD|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Vampire Lady Solidarity Patrician of Darkness Vampire’s Curse Face Down: Spoiler Hide Pyramid Turtle Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Vampire Genesis 2. Vampire Genesis 3. Despair from the Dark 4. IL Blue 5. Vampire’s Curse 6. Vampire Lord 7. Vampire Lord 8. Vampire Lord 9. Pyramid Turtle 10. Pyramid Turtle 11. Mizuki 12. Zombie Master 13. Zombie Master 14. Red-Moon Baby 15. Red-Moon Baby 16. Red-Moon Baby 17. Plague spreader Zombie 18. Allure of Darkness 19. Book of Life 20. Book of Life 21. Book of Life 22. Card Destruction 23. Creature Swap 24. Creature Swap 25. Mystical Space Typhoon 26. Reasoning 27. Shrink 28. Shrink 29. Solidarity 30. Call of the Haunted 31. Mirror Force 32. Torrential Tribute 33. Bottomless Trap Hole 34. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Magical Android 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Revived King Ha DES 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Scrap Archfiend 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Thought Ruler Archfiend 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Scrap Dragon 1x Mist Warm Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Empty Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty The man bows deep." Very good, then it shall be my turn!"(d35)[20]"I shall play Magical Citadel of Endymion. Then I shall play Spell Power Grasp and bring another to my hand, and that shall end my turn. Field:Magical Citadel of Endymion(2 spell counters){table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Broken Bamboo Sword Plague spreader Zombie Golden Bamboo Sword Heavy Storm Spell Power Grasp face down: Spoiler Hide - GY: Spoiler Hide Spell Power Grasp RFG: Spoiler Hide - Counterimage - OK Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Magical Library 2. Royal Magical Library 3. Royal Magical Library 4. Summoner Monk 5. Krebs 6. Krebs 7. Krebs 8. Too Table of Contents 9. Too Table of Contents 10. Too Table of Contents 11. Too World 12. Magical Citadel of Endymion 13. Magical Citadel of Endymion 14. Terraforming 15. Terraforming 16. Card Destruction 17. Magical Mallet 18. Magical Mallet 19. Giant Trade 20. Magical Stone Excavation 21. Magical Stone Excavation 22. Into the Void 23. Into the Void 24. Into the Void 25. A Feather of the Phoenix 26. Book of Moon 27. Book of Moon 28. Emergency Teleport 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Broken Bamboo Sword 31. Golden Bamboo Sword 32. Golden Bamboo Sword 33. Magical Explosion Extra Deck 1. Tempest Magician 2. Tempest Magician 3. Tempest Magician 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Explosive Magician Nothing on the field? Curious.(d34)[17]I activate Solidarity, which increases the power of all my minions by 800 points! Then I summon Vampire Lady and Flip Summon Pyramid Turtle, and both shall attack directly! With Vampire Lady's ability, I force you to send a Trap Card from your Deck to the Graveyard. That concludes my turn. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|VS|PT|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]VS:Vampire Lady (2350/1550)PT:Pyramid Turtle (2000/1400)S:Solidarity Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Patrician of Darkness Vampire’s Curse Plague spreader Zombie Face Down: Spoiler Hide Pyramid Turtle Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Vampire Genesis 2. Vampire Genesis 3. Despair from the Dark 4. IL Blue 5. Vampire’s Curse 6. Vampire Lord 7. Vampire Lord 8. Vampire Lord 9. Pyramid Turtle 10. Pyramid Turtle 11. Mizuki 12. Zombie Master 13. Zombie Master 14. Red-Moon Baby 15. Red-Moon Baby 16. Red-Moon Baby 17. Allure of Darkness 18. Book of Life 19. Book of Life 20. Book of Life 21. Card Destruction 22. Creature Swap 23. Creature Swap 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Reasoning 26. Shrink 27. Shrink 28. Solidarity 29. Call of the Haunted 30. Mirror Force 31. Torrential Tribute 32. Bottomless Trap Hole 33. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Magical Android 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Revived King Ha DES 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Scrap Archfiend 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Thought Ruler Archfiend 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Dark End Dragon 1x Mist Warm Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Empty Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Fair enough, now begins my turn!"(d32)[26]"To start, I will play Broken Bamboo Sword targeting your Vampire Lady. Then I play Golden Bamboo Sword, allowing me to draw two cards! Now I will lay a card face down. Then I will play another Golden Bamboo sword, drawing two more cards! Finally, I will lay a monster face down and end my turn. Field:Magical Citadel of Endymion(5 spell counters){table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|f|--|B|-|f|-[/table]Broken Bamboo Sword LP:3650Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Spell Power Grasp Too World Giant Trade Magical Citadel of Endymion face down: Spoiler Hide M Plague spreader Zombie (4) S/T Book of Moon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Spell Power Grasp Magical Explosion Golden Bamboo Sword Golden Bamboo Sword RFG: Spoiler Hide - Counterimage - OK Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Magical Library 2. Royal Magical Library 3. Royal Magical Library 4. Summoner Monk 5. Krebs 6. Krebs 7. Krebs 8. Too Table of Contents 9. Too Table of Contents 10. Too Table of Contents 11. Magical Citadel of Endymion 12. Terraforming 13. Terraforming 14. Card Destruction 15. Magical Mallet 16. Magical Mallet 17. Magical Stone Excavation 18. Magical Stone Excavation 19. Into the Void 20. Into the Void 21. Into the Void 22. A Feather of the Phoenix 23. Book of Moon 24. Emergency Teleport 25. Mystical Space Typhoon 26. Broken Bamboo Sword 27. Golden Bamboo Sword Extra Deck 1. Tempest Magician 2. Tempest Magician 3. Tempest Magician 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Explosive Magician Golden Bamboo(2d31)[11][31](42) Golden 2(2d29)[18][18](36)((Curse the luck)) Golden 2.5(d28)[11] Draw:(d33)[16]I summon Plague spreader Zombie, who tunes Vampire Lady into the Nosferatu lord, Revived King Ha DES. Revived King destroys your face down monster, and Pyramid Turtle continues with a direct attack. Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|OK|PT|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]OK:Revived King Ha DES (3250/0)PT:Pyramid Turtle (2000/1400)S:Solidarity Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Patrician of Darkness Vampire’s Curse Red-Moon Baby Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Vampire Genesis 2. Vampire Genesis 3. Despair from the Dark 4. IL Blue 5. Vampire’s Curse 6. Vampire Lord 7. Vampire Lord 8. Vampire Lord 9. Pyramid Turtle 10. Pyramid Turtle 11. Mizuki 12. Zombie Master 13. Zombie Master 14. Red-Moon Baby 15. Red-Moon Baby 16. Allure of Darkness 17. Book of Life 18. Book of Life 19. Book of Life 20. Card Destruction 21. Creature Swap 22. Creature Swap 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Reasoning 25. Shrink 26. Shrink 27. Solidarity 28. Call of the Haunted 29. Mirror Force 30. Torrential Tribute 31. Bottomless Trap Hole 32. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Magical Android 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Revived King Ha DES 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Scrap Archfiend 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Thought Ruler Archfiend 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Dark End Dragon 1x Mist Warm Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Vampire Lady Plague spreader Zombie Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty ((*Hops into thread*Veteran should have +1600 LP. Solidarity does not work if there are no monsters in your graveyard, Ghost.*Hops out of thread*)) ((Oh right. Well, now I have monsters in the Graveyard, so Solidarity works. But yes, +1600LP.)) ((Sadly that puts Veteran at exactly the limit of what he could take and lose. So it doesn't end up mattering.)) ((My face down monster or spell card?))((I'm not dead...yet)) Quite Impressive...(d27)[18]"First, I will play Magical Stone Excavation, discarding a Too World and a Magical Citadel to bring back my Broken Bamboo Sword. Then I will play my Broken Sword, targeting your Revived King. And that shall end my turn." Field:Magical Citadel of Endymion(7 spell counters){table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|B|-|f|-[/table]Broken Bamboo Sword LP:3250Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Spell Power Grasp Too World Giant Trade face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T Book of Moon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Spell Power Grasp Magical Explosion Golden Bamboo Sword Golden Bamboo Sword Plague spreader Zombie Magical Stone Excavation Magical Citadel of Endymion RFG: Spoiler Hide - Counterimage - OK Spoiler Hide 1. Royal Magical Library 2. Royal Magical Library 3. Royal Magical Library 4. Summoner Monk 5. Krebs 6. Krebs 7. Krebs 8. Too Table of Contents 9. Too Table of Contents 10. Too Table of Contents 11. Magical Citadel of Endymion 12. Terraforming 13. Terraforming 14. Card Destruction 15. Magical Mallet 16. Magical Mallet 17. Magical Stone Excavation 19. Into the Void 20. Into the Void 21. Into the Void 22. A Feather of the Phoenix 23. Book of Moon 24. Emergency Teleport 25. Mystical Space Typhoon 26. Broken Bamboo Sword 27. Golden Bamboo Sword Extra Deck 1. Tempest Magician 2. Tempest Magician 3. Tempest Magician 4. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 5. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Explosive Magician ((Did you count the Counter the Citadel gained from Solidarity?)) Bah, what would an undead king need with a broken sword?(d32)[15]I cast the Heavy Storm, destroying Solidarity and your face down card. My two monsters attack directly and finish you! Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|OK|PT|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]OK:Revived King Ha DES (3250/0)PT:Pyramid Turtle (2000/1400)Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Patrician of Darkness Vampire’s Curse Red-Moon Baby Red-Moon Baby Face Down: Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Vampire Genesis 2. Vampire Genesis 3. Despair from the Dark 4. IL Blue 5. Vampire’s Curse 6. Vampire Lord 7. Vampire Lord 8. Vampire Lord 9. Pyramid Turtle 10. Pyramid Turtle 11. Mizuki 12. Zombie Master 13. Zombie Master 14. Red-Moon Baby 15. Allure of Darkness 16. Book of Life 17. Book of Life 18. Book of Life 19. Card Destruction 20. Creature Swap 21. Creature Swap 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Reasoning 24. Shrink 25. Shrink 26. Solidarity 27. Call of the Haunted 28. Mirror Force 29. Torrential Tribute 30. Bottomless Trap Hole 31. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 2x Ally of Justice Castor 1x Magical Android 1x Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 1x Goya Guardian 2x Revived King Ha DES 1x Black Rose Dragon 1x Scrap Archfiend 1x Stardust Dragon 1x Thought Ruler Archfiend 1x Colossal Fighter 1x Red Dragon Archfiend 1x Dark End Dragon 1x Mist Warm Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Vampire Lady Plague spreader Zombie Heavy Storm Solidarity Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide Empty ((alright, less utility, more deck thinning to get to the combo...put in hand destruction...and the dark world drawer...take out the too world stuff, a heavy storm...and something else... thoughts? And also... I'll start working on a more monster centric version... I just really wanted to see if a deck with almost all spells could be viable...)) ((More defenses to stall, perhaps including a few Traps, and Swords of Revealing Light. Dark Bribe could protect against combo breakers. And I would still strongly recommend Magical Exemplar/Night's End Sorcerer, even in a pure spell variant. It's the easiest way to get out Tempest Magician.))

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Exhibition_ theterran vs. Blue Ghost

Uncovered (Vlexia & Deamonbane)

The day was a stunning one. It had started with a light rain at dawn, but it had quickly dissipated in light of the sun rising. Brother Nicolas didn't mind the heat that came with the rain being taken by the sun, and simply enjoyed the view. A forest climbing the mountains to the east looked like a plant crawling up a wall. From that point, grasslands and fields covered the ground as far as the eye could see, following the winding roads all the way to the small city on the coast, which in turn led to a small fortress overlooking the bay. It was a picturesque environment, peaceful and quiet, far and removed from the war that was tearing its way across the western reaches of the continent, a war that had lasted a few years now and showed no signs of stopping. The precise cause and reason for the conflict was lost on the people of the small town of Grant, as far removed as they were, but even so, the signs of the conflict had not escaped them, and had begun to grow worse. Some of the farm houses were beginning to show signs of being run down, with those that would have repaired them having been conscripted to the war or forced to leave because of it. Some of the fields could be seen being taken over by weeds and crows circled the wheat fields, unprotected. But despite all that, it was still a lovely day, and Brother Nicolas was determined to enjoy it as such. He himself had avoided the forcible conscription that had taken most of the able-bodied men from Grant by joining the local Source Monastery at the behest of his father, a merchant of the wool that the monks sold and used to better their community. He had been greeted with open arms and accepted despite what some might see as a cowardly move on his part. Furthermore, he was a hard worker, earning his keep with the monks. Furthermore, he wasn't a good learner, however, and struggled with the many scrolls and books kept in the library that were considered important to read. But despite the beauty of the day, the uncomfortably warm robes that the order were made to wear when venturing outside the monastery had Nicolas sweating through the thick wool cloth. Unlike his comrade, who seemed untouched by the heat as they made their way to the town. The man, who went by the name of Brother Lantern, was almost a full head taller than Nicolas, who was just out of his teenage years and not the tallest of youths anyway. He filled the heavy gray robes well as he was powerfully built, in a lean sort of way, and he had the look of a soldier about him. A steely glare, the look of a man ready to jump into action, strung as tight as a bow at all times. On hot days, like this one, when they had been working in the fields, Nicolas had noted a couple of dark tattoos on his skin, old and worn. Nicolas had heard of a handful of militaries that used tattoos on an official scale, but these were likely to have been the result of reckless behavior on Lantern's part. The man was quiet, for the most part, partaking in conversations only when they were necessary or unavoidable, and keeping his sentences short and to the point. The man was dedicated to a fault, and when he wasn't at work, eating or sleeping, he was buried deep in some scroll or another in the library. He could quote verbatim almost any passage that was called upon, and he had a spectacular memory. Under any other circumstance, Nicolas might have felt jealous, but in this case curiosity reigned." Beautiful day, isn't it, Brother Lantern?" Nicolas said, trying to engage the man who had been silent since they had passed through the monastery gates. A simple grunt of assertion was all the response he would get. He tried again." Looks to be a bountiful harvest this year, or it will be, if the lads come back from fighting to help bring it in." Another wordless response that consisted of the taller man raising an eyebrow." How do you think the war is going?" Nicolas pried again, determined to get a verbal response from his one way or another. And it came. It started Lantern slowly shaking his head as they came to a stop under the shade of a massive elm. Nicolas, thinking to pause his assault on his fellow brother, took a sip from his canteen and almost snorted out the water when the man responded. His voice was low and deep, but easily discernible." In the words of the philosopher Miles, it is young men dying for old men's wars. I doubt it's any different in this case."" But... if our men don't fight, who will stop the Barbarian Held invaders?"" I doubt that they are any more barbaric than you or I," Lantern said softly, taking a sip from his own canteen," But that is a lesson for another time. We should keep move..." Both men paused when the sound of a piercing scream came from a nearby farmhouse. Run down like many others, but the smoke coming up from the chimney showed that it was not abandoned. That and the group that was gathered before the door of the house. Three men were gathered, struggling with a young woman, with a fourth engaging a teenager with his fists. The men wore ragged clothes but were well armed." Deserters," Nicolas said softly, disgust in his voice," What should we do?"" What can we do?" Lantern asked," What can we do but help them? Stay here." And with that, the monk walked over to where the young woman, probably the sister of the teenager that was grappling with one of the brigands, was hit on the mouth and pushed to the ground roughly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to arrange her dress to cover the spots that had been torn. It was doubtful that she could afford a new one. Even patching clothes was expensive in these times of war. Nicolas followed Lantern, but kept his distance as the taller Brother stepped in between the fallen woman and her attackers, who didn't appeared to have noticed him until that point. As per the norm, when the deserters stopped at the sight of the rather imposing man in a monk's robes, Lantern kept his words short and to the point." Leave now... please." The last word seemed more forced than the first two. The man fighting with the youth stopped, pushing the young lad, who appeared as distracted as the rest by the appearance of Lantern, away. Two of the other brigands seemed inclined to follow Lantern's advice, but the third, an apparent leader of the group, an ugly fellow almost as tall as Lantern and a good deal stouter with thick hands, pock-marked skin and brown hair that looked like it had been cut with shears and bucket of water for a mirror, stepped less than a foot away from the monk." I'm not feared to hurt a holy man, priest. Get gone, and mind your own business, or you will regret it."" I don't want to fight you," Lantern's tone told Nicolas that it was as close to lie as would ever pass the man's lips." Then you'd best be on your way."" I cannot."" Suit yourself then," The man stepped in, tattered boots scuffing the grassy ground as he made to shove the monk out of the way. Nicolas thought for a moment that, as Lantern raised his hands, that he would fight back, but instead, his left foot came back, hooking behind the right and with a gentle sway and spin, stepped out of the way. The brigand lost his balance for a moment, stepping past the monk but fell short of hitting the ground beside the young woman, who had taken to her feet and was trying to stay out of the way of proceedings as much as possible. The brigand, distracted by the flocked interloper, paid the young woman little mind as he regained his composure." I thought monks weren't allowed to fight. Holy orders have something against debasing in violence or whatnot," The man said, trying to hide a large amount of anger building." I have not touched you," Lantern justified. Nicolas thought that he might have added a 'yet' at the end of his statement, but he was too far away to determine for sure." Works for me. I'll touch you instead," The man stepped closer, cocking his hand behind his shoulder and powering the heavy haymaker at Lantern's face. One again, the monk swayed, and the blow missed, impossibly passing over his left shoulder. The brigand didn't lose his balance this time, and his left hand was right behind the right, aiming at Lantern's gut, who turned his body, the brigand's fist bouncing harmlessly away and the brigand crashed face-first into the taller man's shoulder, and this time fell. No attempt to hide the anger in his ugly features now, the brigand jumped to his feet," Fuck. I'll fuck you, you're fucking..."" Fuck?" Lantern finished for him, and was only answered with an unintelligible roar as the man dragged a hunting knife from his belt and dove for Lantern. Still with every appearance of composure and calm, the taller man stepped back as the knife was slashed for his chest, ducking under a blow aimed at his head, and again side-stepping as a third blow was aimed as a stab for his stomach. Once again, Lantern did not touch the man, but tripping on an uneven tuft of grass, the man stumbled, missed and fell with a piercing scream. While his comrades had no intention of helping their leader attack a defenseless monk, they did rush forward to help him back up. As they did, they saw that in his fall, the man had plunged his own dagger deep into his thigh. One of the men gripped the dagger by the handle." Sorry... this is going to hurt, Bernard, but I'll get it out for you...""Oh, for the love of..." Stopping just short of blasphemy, Lantern stepped forward and deftly slapped the younger man's hand away," Stop. Stop. Please stop. Don't take that dagger out." Nicolas stared at the knife jutting out of the man's leg. The knife was of a poor make, made of a single piece of metal that had been roughly hammered into something resembling a sharp instrument, with the 'handle' consisting simply of worn and cheap leather wrapping around the steel. It still seemed to be capable of damage, as it was half-buried into the man's thigh, with blood pressing out between flesh and steel in slow dribbles. The sight unnerved the younger monk." Nicolas?" Nicolas felt his stomach beginning to heave as he turned away from the sight, covering his mouth as he tasted bile." Brother Nicolas!" The sharp tone made him forget his upset stomach and her turned towards the origin of it. Brother Lantern, kneeling beside the wounded man, was looking at him with a stern expression, cold gray/blue eyes meeting Nicolas' soft brown." The young woman is in need of some care," Lantern's voice was considerably softer as he nodded towards the young woman, who was nursing a swollen lip and cuts on her eyebrow and cheekbone. Nicolas nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet as he pulled a clean cloth from his pack and started applying some cool water to it. Lantern had done the same thing, and was wrapping it around the gash in the man's leg, leaving the knife in." Get... that... get that fucking thing out of me," Bernard growled, watching Lantern work," Get it out now, you fucking monk."" I wouldn't advise that," Lantern responded softly. Bernard ignored his advice and reached for the hilt. His fingers barely grazed the leather before they were intercepted at the wrist by the monk, who pulled and twisted the hand away. A loud snap threatened Nicolas' resolve not to throw up on the young woman whose wounds he was in the process of cleaning."FUCK! You... fucking... you broke my fucking hand!"" It won't kill you," Lantern's voice was still soft, yet a bit more stern now," Which is less than I can say for this wound in your leg if you pull that knife clear. You hit an artery, and if you take the knife out, you will bleed out and die in minutes. Do you understand me?" Bernard still looked angry, but he nodded tersely." Good. Because it is beyond my abilities to heal. I can help staunch the bleeding, but a healer will be needed to pull the knife out and cleanse the wound. You, boy!" Lantern turned his attention to the youth, who despite a small tear in his clothes was none the worse for wear," Is there a healer nearby?" The youth, tall for his age and with a gaunt, hungry look about him, dragged his finger through his short brown hair and shrugged," The physician, proper, was conscripted to the war. But there... there's a lady living just outside the town. She knows her way about ointments and such. Maybe she can... help?" A look of confusion crossed the young man's face as he wondered at helping the men that were trying to rape his sister not too long ago." Fetch her then. And be swift. She can help your sister too." Lantern's voice was enough to snap such thoughts from the boy who nodded and sprinted off."" And you lot," Lantern turned towards the rest of the deserters, who since the monk had shooed them away from their leader had been standing and looking on aimlessly," Had better be gone by the time that they return." Bernard seemed a bit afraid to be left alone with the monk," Don't you fuckers think of going..."" You have my word that your friend will be cared for, but I won't have the healer scared off by the looks of the bunch of you. Now begone," They paused, looking at Bernard for instructions. The large man grimaced and then nodded." Go on then lads." The brigands nodded and one by one, slipped out of sight. The rain; it was an ever known companion in the north. The trees stand with their trunks thick and black, Stoic against the wind, long accustomed to the climate with wide roots digging deep into the muddy soil. Their branches hung low to the ground, the leaves sopping, dripping the excess water to the soggy ground below, swaying softly at that moment under a flash of red and white. Hyacinth raced through the dark forest in the night, the water falling from above and plastering her thick hair to the sides of her face and the back of her neck, the cloth of her long thin skirt clung to the fullness of her thighs, and the shirt she wore, a garment that stopped right above her midriff, was as transparent as it was dirty and wet. The hem and edges of her clothing were threadbare and stained, telling of long wear and travel in poverty. But despite her ragged clothing and sodden appearance the woman herself was beautiful, a true specimen of young health and loveliness. Her hair was the color of dark chocolate, a rich and interesting feature to have in a woman with mixed blood as she did, and yet, her eyes were emerald, the very shade of a jade stone kissed with honey that stood in stark contrast with her creamy-coffee tanned and richly toned skin. She sprinted, raced, the branches whipping back into place as she ran through them. Jumping over fallen logs, weaving in between the obstacles that nature itself had positioned, Hyacinth laughed freely as her breasts bounced against her thin shirt, the wet laces in front barely able to contain the bounty they had been forced to protect. Hyacinth loved the rain; loved to bathe in it, to dance, to sing, to explore and see the colors as they were enriched with refreshment. The wilderness always seemed more alive in her eyes as it was watered: the leaves were more vibrant, the bark on the trees were richer, and the blossoms were opened, spreading their fiery colors of orange and rosy petals for a drink. There was time now, time to enjoy the world and its beauty despite the torridness of war on the western borders. Hyacinth had seen enough of the injuries felled by young men whose families would starve at his new inability to care and protect them, the sick sights of young, newly married wives clutching at the corpse of their love and praying a single kiss could awaken their souls. She had seen enough to last a lifetime, helped all she could, but had to realize she could not win the war herself, nor solve the majority of the problems. So she pick-pocketed the dead of trinkets and coins they no longer needed, caught rides on wagons, and continued in the way that would avoid the majority of the conflict. The wandering gypsy had only arrived in Grant a few days earlier but had already made an impression. Not only was she half-blooded of the mysterious, dark skinned Exotics across the mountains, but she was also healer. Acquiring herbs, roots, and making potions that were borderline magical, the young woman had helped quite a few people for nothing more than a small meal and gratitude. Hyacinth seemed content to continue sleeping in the woods under the elements with her tent and modest fire, only surviving off the meager necessities a human needed. Her run through the woods the previous night was for pure pleasure as in her eyes, many people simply needed to take time and enjoy the rain. The present morning started off like any other as she woke up, her dark hair, now dry and curly, hanging like wild ribbons about her angelic face as she dressed in her usual clothing of the long red skirt and the linen top that displayed her stomach. Tying the front ties together to hold her breasts back, she set about breaking her morning fast with a slice of bread and a mouthful of cheese when she heard someone approaching from the direction of the town. She was just on the outskirts, enough for privacy but could still be easily found, so it wasn’t the approaching steps that alarmed her, but at the rate in which they came. Standing up, her feet bare and with silver hanging from both her ears and her naval, Hyacinth looked every bit the part of a wanderer who might have a secret. Most in the town let her be, but she knew the person now approaching as he had been one of the first to welcome her to Grant.“Levi.” The woman said warmly, greeting the young man by taking his hands into her and kissing his knuckles before smiling into his eyes. Her beauty, closeness, and intimate way she greeted him caught him off-guard, but he cleared his throat in recovery.“Hyacinth. You have to come now. Please. Right now. Gather your things, there has been an incident. My sister is hurt.” Immediately, the gypsy woman dropped his hands with a nod and turned to her tent to gather a pack filled with exactly what she needed before rejoining him, knowing his sister and their generosity and only desiring to help. Levi began to lead her back the way he came, exiting the forest and into the impoverished town of Grant. The buildings in the town were not numerous, claiming but a few homes, a tavern that housed a small inn, the monastery, and an office building that was solely meant for the passing tax collectors for the King. They came around every three months, perfectly punctual, to collect the obscene tax that was forced upon the peasantry to continue fueling the war. All other times, it was simply an abandoned building, a hated building; one that reminded everyone who looked upon it that it would eventually bring back the collectors. Making their way through the unpaved and muddy streets from the night’s rain, her bare feet splashing through the cold puddles that still lingered, Hyacinth headed towards a small gathering. There appeared to be two monks present, one kneeling by Gretchen, Levi’s sister, and a much taller one standing off to the side near an armored man who lay upon his back. The latter was all but ignored as Hyacinth made a shocked sound, running to Gretchen in fear as she knelt opposite of the monk who was currently helping her.“Are you alright, Gretchen?”“Bitch!” The outcry had Hyacinth frowning and turning, realizing the armored soldier on the ground wasn’t being lazy, but did, in fact, have a knife embedded in his thigh. Little blood seeped out, telling her the second that knife was pulled it would gush forth like a waterfall of death. “Help me first, this fucking monk stabbed me.” That’s when Hyacinth’s eyes graced up to the tall, stoic man who had yet to utter a single word. Gretchen grabbed her hand, but Hyacinth didn’t look back at her, instead frowning at his dark expression.“Is that true, Brother?” She had never seen him and thus did not know his name. Before he could answer, Brother Nicolas, a monk headset, muttered the truth for him. “No.”“Well, what happened?” Levi spoke up. “He tried to rob us, and when my sister ordered him to leave us alone he tried to rape her.” His voice was soft but very accusatory.“Not true!” The soldier denied, moving suddenly but wincing powerfully when pain clearly shot up his leg.“It IS true!” Levi said, feeling the need to defend his sister. Hyacinth looked incredulously at the young lad, Brother Nicolas, Gretchen, the rapist soldier, before finally settling on the silent, brooding monk who was still silent.“Why,” she began. “In the name of God, would you think I would help a man like that? Am I not a woman? I do not live by the same ‘mercy to all’ lifestyle as you do, monk. What is to say I am taking away natural justice by not allowing him to bleed to death?” She turned to Gretchen and softly touched her purple, bruising cheek with tender fingertips. The woman winced violently and looked up at Hyacinth in blue-eyed silence, not speaking as it clearly would cause her pain. “This woman has a cracked bone in her jaw. I will help her.” She then turned a frowning, judgmental, green gaze to the silent one. “Why should I save -his- life?” She asked, jerking her chin towards the soldier as she set her pack down and settled in to start her work. The woman made a sound point, even if it was one that Nicholas couldn't agree with for moral reasons. She was a woman, and under no obligation from God or vows to help her fellow humans, no matter the kind of heinous lives they led. Therefore, there was nothing they could do to convince her to help the man in need if she truly had no intention of doing so. They had no money on them with which to pay her, and to gather some from the monastery would be to possibly condemn the man to death or loss of a limb to gangrene. And that was even if they were given the funds to do so. At something of an impasse, Nicholas turned to Lantern for guidance. And damned if the man didn't look amused instead of angry at the woman's determination not to cooperate. He knelt down beside the bleeding Bernard, removing the blood-drenched cloth and replacing it with a new, cleaner one. He'd done so three times since the young lad had run off to find the healer, this time being the fourth. Finally, Lantern spoke, his deep voice soft as he pressed the wound with the cloth, eliciting a pained groan from Bernard," The writings of Saint Malachi say that our actions are not reflections of the souls of those they are inflicted upon, but a reflection of our own. You are a healer. This man needs healing. To let him die by not treating him would be to deny whatever it was that drove you into the healing business in the first place. To let him die would be to kill him as though you had stuck the knife in yourself. To let him die would to debase yourself to his level." Lantern stood, brushing his long cloak clean as Bernard smirked through his pain." You... broke my hand. What kind of man does that make you, monk?"" What kind of man indeed?" Lantern answered with a dangerous gleam in his eye as a small, enigmatic smile played across his lips, and he turned his attention back to the healer as he walked over to her," If you want a less philosophical reason, it might interest you to know that this man was not alone in attempting to defile... Gretchen, was it?" Long fingers were dragged across his bald scalp as he coldly inspected the wounds inflicted on the young girl," He was accompanied by a handful of fellow deserters who might not take kindly to their leader being left to die. And I do not think I could drive them off a second time." Bernard heard what Lantern said and chuckled," That's right, bitch. Help me or my boys'll take you an' the girl." Lantern's eyes flashed fire, and he turned and marched back to the wounded brigand," Shut it, before I use your teeth to replace the bones in your wrist and your tongue to replace the muscles in your thigh," He snarled. The deserter blanched and backed down quickly," If this woman is to heal you - and she is under no obligation to do so, remember - you will pay her all you have, including those useless things you call weapons, beg her forgiveness and leave these parts, never to return, are we at an understanding?" Either from the blood-loss or from the small amount of terror inflicted upon him by the fire-eyed monk, the brigand nodded silently." Swear it!"" I swear!" Came the quick response," I swear it on... on me Nan's grave, may she rest among the clouds." And just like that, Lantern's angry disposition vanished like morning mist. He smiled again," Excellent. There's not a word to come from your mouth that I'd expect you to honor, but know that, as a man of the gods, I will be in deep conversation with your Nan over your recent actions," A wink, and he turned back to Hyacinth," What say you, healer?" Leave it to a monk to turn a basic heal into a philosophical, soul-searching event. Hyacinth frowned at his ability to dodge the question the injured man threw at him before turning the conversation to something a bit more prevalent. The man was part of a gang, and turning to Levi, the young boy's blanched face couldn't lie about the truth the monk uttered. The solider spewed venom at her, an action that had the monk say something quite dark in response and despite it not being entirely done on her behalf, Hyacinth's lips tilted up at the corner in a lopsided smirk. The gypsy nodded her agreement to the deal, knowing she would merely give the people or he is monetary the weapons and most of the money. The gorgeous vagabond only needed and lived off the bare minimum in her life, she had no need for knives or an excess of gold. But despite her agreeing to the healing, she didn't leave Gretchen's side. Frowning at both the man and the monk, Hyacinth turned her jade eyes to the woman as she reached into her pouch. "Levi," she said softly." Yes?"" I need warm water, some salt, and clean cloth, as much as you can spare without necessity. And hurry." The younger brother scurried into the house to procure the items as Hyacinth took out a small bottle filled with a creamy liquid, a rare herb called Kings forth, and a mortar and pestle. She took a few seeds from the herb to drop it into the mortar, crushing them with the solid stone pestle, grinding them into dust before adding a few sprinkles of water from her fingertips and uncorking the bottle to add a single drop. Hyacinth carefully placed the unmarked bottle back into her pouch, exposing how valuable it was as she then took a clean towel and scooped a small amount of the dark paste with her fingertips to spread it across the cloth. Approaching Gretchen, Hyacinth kissed her forehead tenderly, put a few grains of the salt where she kissed her, and then smeared the medicine on the woman's cheek. The secret bottle contained a very powerful catalyst that reacted with the Kings worth and created a bubbling sensation in the wound that set about healing the injury. Hyacinth explained before as it sort of "soaks up" the cut or the broken bone while healing it. The salt attracted the deeper energy, it being a natural preserver, and in the morning Gretchen would be able to speak again with a sealed jaw, although the pain wouldn't go away completely for a couple of days. As she wrapped the woman's head tightly in another clean cloth, Hyacinth refused the money Levi tried to offer her as he then lifted his sister up off the ground and pulled her arm over her shoulder to walk her into the house. Once the door closed, the gypsy turned to the soldier. It was clear she was going to do this out of obligation instead of mercy, but the monk had been right: if she knew he was injured and didn't help him, she just as equal to the person who stabbed him. It irritated her that the man had so easily rolled the logic off of his tongue, and looking to Brother Nicolas she silently tilted her head with a frown as if to ask Who is your friend? She knelt down by the solder who was growing paler by the minute, his body shivering as if cold despite the growing warmth in the air. Hyacinth had carried the bowl with the prepared medicine, but she also took out a second plant, this one containing a dried purple flower along the milky stalk. Breaking one off, she bit the pedal, mixing the juices with her saliva before pressing it to the bruised skin that surrounded the buried blade. She pressed a bit harder than necessary, causing the man to cry out in pain, cursing at her and making her grim mischievously." Aww, I'm sorry." She said with absolutely no degree of genuine sorrow. The flower stopped blood flow and while it worked, she ripped the blade out of his thigh and then slapped the medicine on the injury, a lot more needed due to the depth of the wound. She was rough, insincere, and didn't put the salt on his forehead. It would still heal, just in a slower process. All through it the man yelled and cried and wept from her rough touch. "Oh, hush your whining." She said as she got to her feet. "You'll be able to walk in the hour. As promised you will leave this town. Here, I believe this is yours." She dropped the bloodied knife on the ground next to him as she reached down to his belt, swiped his pouch of coins and then passed it over to the nameless monk wordlessly, giving him the entire bag. "Good day." Turning then to the tall man next to her, she smiled, kissed her fingers, then caressed his cheek as if to transfer the playful kiss from her fingertips to him." There, handsome. And next time, please come get me yourself." Hyacinth gave him a playful wink before turning to Brother Nicolas completely ignoring the soldier still on the ground near their feet. "What are you guys doing today?" She seemed annoyed as soon as Lantern had finished his monologue, doing all but rolling her eyes and mock snoring, but in the end, his speech heads its intended effect. She was going to help the murderer and rapist. Was that such a good thing though, Nicholas thought as he stood by, watching helplessly as he felt completely removed from the conversation. He had met Hyacinth before, knowing her to be something of a free spirit, doing only what she cared to, even surviving on what she needed alone and no more. True, some of the brothers might consider some of what she did to be less than approved by the Books, but the Monastery had turned a blind eye to this. She was a good, caring person. Just because they couldn't understand her motivations didn't mean that they had to demonize her and remove her from the land at the point of a pitchfork. Gods knew this land needed as much help as it could get. Lantern, for his part, looked like a damned statue for all the emotion he showed. From the way that he quoted the books, one could actually think that he was a true believer, and maybe he was, for all Nicholas knew. But the way that he had stepped in between Bernard and Gretchen, that calm and smooth look of a man who was comfortable stepping in the path of danger... and the way that he had almost casually broken the deserter's hand when he tried to yank the knife out himself. There had always been something off about the man, and this didn't much change that thought. When Hyacinth looked at him with a questioning look in her eyes, he shrugged gently. Lantern was obviously a pseudonym, the name a man took when he discarded his own. Some did it to hide past transgressions, as the Church accepted all kinds, even criminals, into their orders and while the laws of most lands allowed for the pardon of men who took up the cloth, there were still those who might hold a man's past against him. What kind of past was Lantern hiding, Nicholas wondered as Hyacinth finished her treatment of the deserter, and stood, collecting her pay and instantly giving it back over to Lantern, along with something like a kiss to his cheek. An intimate gesture, one that the young monk felt uncomfortable watching. But if Lantern felt any embarrassment, he hid it well with a smirk." My name is Brother Lantern," He said, the fire in his eyes fading as he knelt down beside Bénard, who had apparently passed out from her rough treatment of him. Lantern didn't seem too broken up about it, but he still pressed a finger to the man's neck, feeling for a pulse and then standing, satisfied," That is impressive work, Healer," He said softly, rubbing his chin and turning to Nicholas, and then the teenagers." We were on our way to the city to purchase dyes, but I think that can wait. There's not a promise in earth or hell that I would expect these brigands to honor, and while this man does owe you his life, he might just take yours out of spite for what was done to him. As such... I would like to extend an invitation to join us in the Monastery for the time being, until they leave. We have warm beds and hot food, and some of the monks might be able to help you with patching your clothes, Gretchen," He turned towards Hyacinth," The invitation extends to you as well, healer." Brother Lantern looked as though he had a few secrets hidden within his heart and Hyacinth silently observed him during his invitation, sensing the slightly chaotic aura that surrounded his physical form. He looked to be too strong for a monk, one obviously used to either hard work or hard fighting whereas most of the men in the monastery were soft and plump with more of a scholarly build than a labored one. She even noticed a few dark markings of tattoos when his sleeve fell back with his movements as he spoke casually. Breaking the braggart's hand without hesitation was also up for question, as well as with what ease he took her passed on kiss from her fingers. Nicolas, most likely a virgin with the oath of celibacy, seemed embarrassed to observe it as if it were some grand sexual act being performed before him. Brother Lantern, however, had a smooth confidence that hinted at experience with women and his effect on them." I do believe you are right." Hyacinth concurred with his logic. They had insulted the group of deserters on many levels in a short period of time, they clearly had no honor and that would extend to a promise made. "Staying in the monastery may be the wisest course of action until they leave and Gretchen is fully healed by morning." The gypsy hid her unease at going with the monks and staying with them, knowing both her dress, mannerisms, and healing ways were a bit at odds with the Faithful, but safety had to take priority over personal discomfort. Levi gathered a few things for the overnight stay, as much as their poverty would allow, and he carried his sister with her arm across his shoulder as her crutch as he too nodded his consent. "We will humbly accept your offer, Brother." With that the small group made their way through Grant and towards its ancient monastery, a building that had stood through the tests of time by its ancient strength, character, and the maintenance provided to it by the inhabitants. Hyacinth had heard nothing but good things about its Abbot and monks, welcoming any who desired to worship God through repentance in a life of peace, love, and generosity. The massive stone structure loomed like a fortress ahead with a simple iron gate that surrounded the property for protection. It was high with tall wrought iron bars that allowed people to see inside as the monks had nothing to hide, but to give needed protection if the building was to be used for asylum. Presently outside there were browned-robed men working in the large vegetable gardens on either side of the pathway that led to the entrance, harvesting carrots, potatoes, and onions as well as various herbs such as rosemary and parsley. Bees from the honey hive that was tended to in the back buzzed all around the flowers and fruits with a soft and alluring sound that exemplified peace as the garden was large and very beautiful. The gate was presently opened now, but as the small group entered, Nicolas turned and shut it, locking it with a key he wore around his neck, eyes scanning the area looking for the potentially dangerous group. As he did so, Hyacinth reached out to stroke the vegetation to give it reverence and seemingly on cue a butterfly landed on the curve of her index finger as if drawn to her energy. Smiling and bringing it to her face to observe it more closely, seeing the black many pattern on the golden wings, the gypsy then lifted her arm to allow it to fly from its perch. Two monks that she recognized from walking around the town approached the ragtag group from the building and walked down the dirt pathway, nodding to their brethren and instructing Brother Nicolas to lead Gretchen and Levi to a modest room to stay in while their discerning eyes turned to Hyacinth. It was clear on their faces that they were less than pleased about her presence here, but their faith demanded that they not judge her and welcome her in." If Brother Lantern has welcomed you here, then we do as well. Come inside. The noon meal has been prepared." When the two men turned to lead them back inside, Hyacinth hesitated slightly before going to step forward. She adjusted her clothes as if only now realizing how exposed her skin was, her eyes scanning up the front of the monastery as she swallowed with some difficulty." I must admit," she began her confession softly only for the mysterious monk's ears beside her as she walked onward very slowly. "This is very new to me. I do not think I have ever spoken to God..." The older brothers were more than a little irked at her presence in the first place. Turning a blind eye to her helping villagers with her dubious practices was one thing, but having her on their hallowed grounds was quite another. It was interesting for Nicholas to watch them almost twitch as they tried to remember the teachings that told to accept all comers with open arms as a gracious example of their faith. Those mostly stood to the back while the brothers who, like Nicholas had actually encountered Hyacinth and seen her work, and were able to remove the superstition from what she did and saw the effects they had on the people. There was warmth from many of those that came forward to greet her. A good deal more than was extended towards Lantern anyway, who was either greeted with soft inanities or ignored altogether. The man didn't seem to mind, marching his way to the doors of the Monastery. He paused as she spoke, his face twisting slightly before returning to the unreadable granite that it had been before." I'm afraid you'll find the conversation rather one-sided," He said in a low voice, only for her ears," I have, at least." As they made their way towards the food hall, a short, stout monk with a hefty beard and broad shoulders stopped them before they entered." Apologies... Brother Lantern, the Abbot would like to speak to you before you take midday meal." Lantern paused, a troubled look crossing his face as he did so. Something like a scowl, but less directed at the world and people around him and more inward. Annoyed, but with himself." Of course. Thank you, Brother Bjorn," He turned to Hyacinth and bowed curtly as though she were a high-born lady and he is a knight," If you will excuse me." As Lantern took his leave, Nicholas stepped in. The young monk had been quiet over the entire journey back but now, back inside the walls of the monastery, he felt safe and secure and was once again back to his bubbling and happy self, guiding the healer, Gretchen and Levi into the hall. It was a massive room, feeling even bigger due to a complete lack of decors. There was a chandelier above their heads, and windows letting in light, along with three massive tables with parallel benches running the entire length of the hall, but apart from that, it was bare of any and all decorations. Nicholas guided them towards one of the less populated areas, sitting them down near enough to the kitchens that the smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the doors every time it opened. As they sat, a portly monk pushed a trolley with a large black pot a dozen loaves of bread close to them. He places simple wooden bowls for each one of the four, with simple wooden spoons placed beside. Into the bowls he ladled a hefty serving of lentil soup, rich and thick, along with thick slices of dark bread. A jug of water and cups were placed for them to drink from, and the man moved on without a word. A simple meal, but filling and refreshing nonetheless." Brother Vern is an excellent cook," Nicholas explained to the newcomers," He can make just about anything mouthwatering, let me tell you. A bit shy of strangers though. Five months before he ever even broke out a 'good morning' to me."" You smell of violence, Brother Lantern." Lantern shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was a stool, and a good deal smaller than was comfortable for a man his size, and yet it was the least on his mind at the moment. Across him in the spartan room, an old man lay on a thin cot, resting carefully against the edge. He was frail, with wisps of white hair crowning the back of his head. His skin looked sunken, almost translucent in the meager midday sun that was coming in through the window. His eyes were a pale blue, but they stared off into the distance that showed that they were of little use to him. The Abbot was blind, had been for as long as any of the monks could remember. And yet the man had a way of knowing things that even hawks would have difficulty discerning. Lantern shifted in his seat once more." I thought that was just my hurried wash this morning, Abbot." The old man snorted derisively and waved a liver-spotted hand, discarding the younger monk's humor,"Not the violence you inflicted, Lantern," The voice matched the man, soft and raspy, difficult to hear unless there was absolute silence," But the violence... you wished to inflict."" I didn't inflict any violence. The man was trying to hurt... Greta."" Gretchen."" Gretchen. I stood in his way. He hurt himself."" Ah... yes," A soft cough," But your mind... crushing the man's throat with your bare hands. Making sure that those that saw would never wish to return to lands which you stood ever again. Even those... you claimed to protect." Lantern scowled," What was I to do? Let him have his way with her? Pray for her soul once they were finished and slit her throat?" The old man shrugged," Perhaps not. Perhaps God willed that you would intervene in the way that you did. But there are consequences. Ones that will change your life as you know it here." The younger monk shrugged," Perhaps. But then not all of us can see into the future as you." Another soft cough, and the Abbot paused to sip some water," My gift was not given to me in order for me to stop the evil in the world, but to look on it. Understand it. Understand... you. Why you came here. You felt no guilt for your actions, and yet you sought atonement for them here, with us. Why?" Another pause, and Lantern sighed deeply, the scowl even deeper," My reasons are my own."" As they always have been. But the consequences... are ours," The Abbot let those ominous words hang in the air for the moment, and then spoke again," Now... leave me. I need to rest." Lantern nodded, his features pensive as he stepped out of the Abbot's room, closing the door quietly behind him. When Brother Lantern took his exit, leaving the raged group with Brother Nicolas, Hyacinth maintained her gaze upon his confident gait until he disappeared around the corner. His comment furthered her curiosity towards him, and she could tell he was indeed an anomaly to the monks having caught a few gazes of familiar disdain directed towards his way as they entered the monastery. She moved to open her mouth and ask why the Abbot would wish for him specifically, but then Brother Nicolas beckoned them forward, his mood changing as if feeling more secure in his natural habitat, and led them towards the dining hall. It was large but simple, and as Brother Nicolas chatted away it fell on deafened ears for Hyacinth personally as she was distracted by the other monks who were already seated. She felt a nervous bubble begin to grow in the pit of her stomach, and suddenly she wished to be anywhere elsewhere. Swallowing the internal struggle though, the healer moved, nodding and smiling politely, a calm look plastered on her face like a false veneer before sitting at a nearly empty table with the others. The meal was exquisite in its simplicity as the bread was soft, slightly sweet, and the soup was savory and hearty. All four of them ate the entirety of the meal, drinking down the cups of fresh water and speaking freely, asking Nicolas the history of the monastery and such before their fifth brooding companion rejoined them from his brief visit to the Abbot. It was clear Levi and Gretchen were not as entirely comfortable around Brother Lantern, having actually witnessed what he could do, as they were with Brother Nicolas, but Hyacinth greeted him with a soft smile that was the first warm and truthful one since entering. When he sat, the nosy gypsy desperately wanted to ask him what had happened or what was said, but it was just then when Gretchen all but swayed from fatigue, her skin going pale white as the medicine Hyacinth had given her earlier was beginning to aggressively do its work." She needs to lay down. Now." Hyacinth commanded, standing quickly from the table and going to move around it to hold Gretchen up by her shoulders. Levi looked extremely worried and concerned, but the healer merely placed a gentle hand on his cheek to soothe his worry. "Shh, your sister will be alright," she said like a lullaby and Levi visibly relaxed immediately as if more than just a touch had been transferred from her to the young man. Removing her hand from the boy, Hyacinth raised his sister up by her arm across her shoulders and stepped back from the table. Her emerald eyes turned to Brother Lantern, and she jerked her head towards the exit, almost silently instructing him to lead the way towards an adequate bedchamber to lay the sick woman down. "We will be back shortly." She said as Levi was helped to a second serving of the soup, seemingly overly calm and content to keep eating and conversing with Brother Nicolas as the trio made their way from the dining area and down the hall to a very modest guest bedroom set aside for the ailing. Inside was a simple, yet sturdy, cot and a single wooden stool next to it, and once Gretchen was laid down on the small mattress, Hyacinth pulled the blanket over her body and up to her chin for within seconds she was sleeping heavily. She checked her vitals by feeling Gretchen's pulse and forehead, nodded, then turned from the slumbering patient." Come," Hyacinth commanded in a slightly playful manner, reaching out to grab Brother Lantern's left hand and drag him from the room to close the door behind them. "She will be asleep until tomorrow..." her words were spoken at a normal level, but suddenly they dropped to a whisper. "...did you get in trouble over us?" She didn't pause long enough for him to answer, quickly moving on to something of more interest to her as she still held his large hand within hers, intertwining their fingers together in a strangely intimate way. "It would seem you are no stranger to trouble within these walls." The gypsy mused, gazing around at the empty hallway and making sure they were alone before she stepped closer to him. Her free hand rose under his billowed sleeve and stroked the full palm of her hand around his wrist, tanned fingers curling around his forearm as she felt the raised lines of his tattoos across his skin but did not drop her gaze from the depths of his eyes." Come with me." She suddenly invited softly, a mischievous smile creeping across her lips as her touch was maintained, smoothly moving up his arm to his elbow before stopping to come back down and hold his wrist. "You don't-"Ahem. She was interrupted by the abrupt clearing of a throat by two monks who turned down their hallway just then, their gazes sharp at both her and their fellow Brother conversing like two heathens alone whilst she hung on his arm. Hyacinth frowned at them until they passed but did not change her bold position, and just before rounding the corner the two turned over their shoulders to look back at the couple and then scurried off. The woman shook her head and turned to look back up at him. "You don't belong here." She finished." Travel south with me, towards the battlefront. We can make money through the cities and actually make a difference for the people we meet. You know: fight, drink, dance naked under the moonlight, the type of life meant to be lived, not one of solitude hiding within this cage..." Lantern's usually unreadable face was inexplicably dour by the time that he returned. Eyebrows heavy over his eyes, a small scowl touching his features as he rejoined the party that he'd brought back to the monastery. The Abbot's words had troubled him more than he would admit. Not about his culpability in his past life. No, the man was right about that, while he regretted the circumstances, he never regretted his actions, always believing that he was doing the right thing. He'd been around long enough to know when the time was right to pretend to be a hero and when to make the difficult choices, even if others might see those choices as being the wrong ones. There were times when none of the options presented were good ones, but he still had to choose. No, his mind was occupied by the potential consequences of his actions today. Despite his utter failure at fitting into his role as a man of the cloth, Lantern still felt a degree of responsibility for the men that took him in at his lowest point. As tempting as her offer was, there was that. She'd all but dragged him off, her mischievous smile and the small implication that his brothers might have misread as something else entirely, he looked down as she voiced her proposition. Hyacinth wasn't wrong. He didn't fit in here. He'd read all that he could on the faith that he supposedly represented, and while he could have quoted any passage from memory, none of what had been said, written and documented in the past really felt real. Like whomever had written and spoken had spent their lives in some sort of bubble from which they could only see the best of humanity. Maybe it was a matter of upbringing. Maybe they were genuinely good people. And maybe he just wasn't. She was right about one thing, though: He was hiding. And now was as good a time as any to change that." I do not belong here," He agreed, his voice a soft rumble, only for her to hear," True enough. But I owe these people enough to not leave them to handle the consequences of my actions. Those deserters... will not take the perceived insult lightly, and would not think twice about attacking a monastery. If I can't be a bringer of peace and light as a Monk, perhaps I can protect those that can from those that do not deserve it."

Uncovered (Vlexia & Deamonbane)|rating:4.0

The Amazon Species (closed for collette23)

A bead of sweat dripped from the blonde brow of the rather anal, but always smiling Dr. Clare Underwood. The rather short, curvy woman stepped in the two-person boat set in the murkiest of murky waters. The river, so thick and brown it reminded her more of Willy Wonka's river of chocolate, rather than a river of water in the Amazon jungle. The boat made of wood so thin it seemed it would crack into tow with each step she took. As she sat her rather round tush on the bench, it seemed to bend and give so much she was sure it was going to snap. This was no indication of Dr. Clare Underwood's stature though. She was far from overweight, though certainly not skinny. Rather short, but she had the perfect curves that most men and women equally lusted for. She pushed up her thick framed glasses, a la Lisa Lobe, and looked around as the guide pushed the boat off the bank. It had been two months since she first came to the Amazon rainforest, but not a day went by that she didn’t simply stare in awe at its beauty. It seemed that every inch of ground was covered in lush foliage, the greenest trees and plants, and the most beautiful, vibrant wildlife she had ever seen. The sounds of the tropical birds, crickets, and other random calls of various wild creatures, had become quite soothing. She had grown to love the storms that helped lull her to sleep almost every night since she had arrived. The rain was constant and so soothing. Today, the feeling was very different. She was leaving the comfort of the hut and familiar surroundings to journey down the river into unknown territory. Her guide, a native to the area and expert in the ins and outs of this massive jungle, was apprehensive himself. There was a clear look of panic on his face. He usually smiled at her, almost staring at her obsessively at times. She didn't think anything of it though, as this particular ebony skinned tribesman, rarely encountered someone with a skin tone like hers. Though they were a people who had adapted to a more modern lifestyle, working hand in hand with foreigners, whether it be a group of anthropologists or a wealthy adventurer, this particular guide, Si'en, hadn't ever had the pleasure of working with such a beautiful woman. Claire always had a natural glowing tan, despite obsessively using sun block since she first came to the rainforest. Her face was rather round with cheek bones that were not very pronounced. With full lips and a short, rounded nose, she was quite beautiful. Her hair was naturally blonde, falling just past her shoulders, staying rather straight even on the most humid days. It was no secret that she was often stared at by her colleagues back home in the states. Of course, her rectangular glasses only enhanced the nerdy look which, so many seemed to find so attractive. Now, to many she was known as Dr. Clare Underwood, expert on some of the most isolated tribes in South America, but to her friends had been known as Claire. The story of how her nickname became a longer version of her given name is interested in and of itself. Her hippy mother, in an ongoing effort to be different, and pass the need to be different onto her children, gave her the name Clare, and specifically stated that "there will never be an "i" in my daughter's name. And so she was simply known as Clare until the second grade. It was then that her teacher, Ms. Anderson-Smith, saw her printout of her student role on the very first day of school. The list, printed in all of its dot-matrix glory, showed the last name as Underwood, Clare. Ms. Anderson-Smith assumed that this print out, in all of its dot-matrixes, had cut off this poor girl's name. She must be Claire. Poor Ms. Anderson-Smith, wasn’t the best of spellers herself, not realize “Clarisse” is the more common spelling. Who would name a child Clare, not Claire? And so she called her Claire, and so Clare's friends called her Claire. Now, this is only significant in that Claire felt that she had been freed by this teacher. This label given to her by her hippy mother, who only seemed stranger and more quirky as Claire got older, was removed. Claire was thrilled to be given a new name, albeit not that much different. She loved and adored Ms. Anderson-Smith. Claire became obsessed with her school work, wanting to impress her teacher. This obsession took hold in the second grade, and continued to the 3rd, 4th, 5th and so on. Also, this seemingly insignificant name change gave Claire a sense of empowerment and control that she loved and craved. She grew up to become quite the opposite of her mother. More anal-retentive than free thinking and different. It served her well in excelling in school, graduating at the top of her class, and becoming amongst the youngest woman at her university to get a PhD in Anthropology. Clarece never enjoyed feeling helpless or uneasy. This is rather unfortunate as for the first time in a long time, she was finding herself very uneasy. Always independent, she was studying in the Amazon alone, with no one else on her research “team.” Si'en was visibly trembling as the boat moved down the river." Are you sure you want to go to the forbidden area? Ma'am please. An evil people live there." Though quite uncertain, she spoke confidently,"Yes, please... I have to see for myself." As they made their way through the murky brown water, Claire glimpsed down, wondering what kind of horrible creatures lived below. She found herself becoming quite scared as her imagination got the best of her. Piranhas, alligators, anacondas, all likely inhabitants of this wide, eerily calm river. And here she was, alone with one other person in a boat, so old, so fragile, it might just break in half at any moment. As she looked back at the wake the tiny boat left behind, she was quite sure she saw something...many things. Appearing just below the surface of the water, there seemed to be some sort of long, green snake like creature. They were skinny, dark, and hidden just beneath the veil of brown liquid which only made them even more mysterious. First, just a few, then seconds later, hundreds. These long green things did not swim and squirm like snakes, they were rather still, though, they waved and moved with the water as the boat traveled over them. Perhaps they were some sort of plant, but she clearly saw random patterns of black veins in some of them as she looked over the bow of the boat. Si'en trembled more than before. He looked to Claire,"Ma'am...do you see them? These waters are dangerous. We must go back." For a moment, Claire though he might be right. She had no idea what was Inge water beneath, and then this most knowledgeable guide was terrified. It was time to go back. They could try finding this lost tribe another time." Very well, Si'en. You might be right. Let's turn-"Her words stopped before she could finish. A long snake like tentacle thrust upward from the water and took hold of Si'en by the neck. A second tentacle, rose at least ten feet straight up. It was dripping with water, clearly made of some sort of smooth green flesh, black veins now clearly visible as it waved about in the air. Where it came from, and what it really was, was not obvious to either of them. The second grasped wrapped around Si'en's head with a quick whipping motion. Then-snap-. His neck was twisted completely so that his head had spun completely around. His eyes wide open, forever frozen in a look of fear. The two river tentacles then threw him into the murky water like a rag doll. Terrified does not even begin to describe how Claire felt. The fear that overcame her was so powerful, she couldn’t even fathom a whimper, let alone a scream. She stared at the carnage that took place before her, unable to move, unable to think. Then, the tentacles disappeared beneath the water’s surface as quickly as they appeared. Seconds passed, then minutes. Everything seemed calm and quiet, with only the usual squawking and chirping in from the jungle in each bank that had always been there. Claire's heart raced, it never slowed down. Finally, gathering the slightest bit of courage, she propped herself up slightly and looked to each side of the boat. Still, hundreds of tentacles waved in the water. Then, the boat began to move downstream, picking up speed. Claire was certain that she was about to have her neck snapped, meeting the same fate her guide did, but instead, the tentacles moved her quickly downstream., guiding the boat underneath her feet. She simply looked around in awe. She was terrified and confused. Clarece's body was covered in sweat, aside from the heat of the sun, which now sat in the middle of the bright blue sky over the river, the air was thick and humid. Her consistently straight hair suddenly became quite frizzy. Though fear was the dominant emotion, the slightest bit of curiously overcame her as she looked over to a clearing along the bank to which the boat was clearly heading. There, standing in the tall, green grass which stood still in the thick air, stood two figures. As she approached, it became clear to her that she was starring at two women in the nude. Both women about the same height, had their eyes locked on her. Now only fifty or so yards away, she could make out that one of these women was petite and pale as can be, with shoulder-length brown hair. Her sapphire blue eyes staring at Claire. She was clearly not native to this land. Claire couldn’t help but be drawn to her rather modest chest, small breasts with pale pink nipples and rather wide areolas. Her body quite slender. The other woman, was a beautiful ebony delight. She was tall with an athletic, almost muscular build. Much more of an Amazon woman. Her deep brown eyes also locked on Claire. They both stared at her as she approached. Now, Claire was the one trembling, though, there was something comforting about seeing other people, though, it was rather bizarre they were naked. Were these women part of the evil tribe that everyone has been afraid of. The boat seemed to propped itself against the bank, now only a few feet away from the women. This was simply the work of the river tentacles, which, for whatever reason, lead Claire to these women." Hu.HHH...hi.... I am Claire."" We know, we have been expecting you," the pale brunette said with an evidently American accent." Expecting me?" Confused, she looked at them, bewildered. "But...how did you know? I thought I was going to do...those tentacles...they killed-""The tentacles do as we command. You will come with us," the ebony beauty cut her off, then offered her hand to help Claire out of the boat. . She really had no idea why she reached forward and accepted it. Clearly, these women commanded a vicious creature that killed her guide. She shouldn't trust them, should she? But there was something warm and welcoming about the look in their eyes. There was an aurora about them. She felt, drawn to them. Claire felt the slightest bit of arousal from seeing their beautiful naked bodies, two women with very different shapes, and contrasting skin tone. They were very sexy, despite the strange circumstance under which they presented themselves. As Claire took the hand of the naked woman, she felt a spark, and energy that traveled down her arm, through her spine, and directly to her clitoris. She felt immediately, strong sexual arousal. Her nipples hardened instantly. Her clitoris throbbing with pleasure. She became flush as she squeezed her thighs tightly together as if to try to hide and douse the feeling. Yet, she was entranced, not letting go. The fair skinned, petite woman then extended her hand, and Claire gladly accepted with a smile beaming in her face. Another spark of energy flowed through her body, down her spine, engulfing her lower body, sending her into an instant orgasm. Her inner folds, barely wet from the first spark of arousal, released a river of feminine cum that filled her panties and bled through into her khakis. Her body tremored, and she nearly fell to the ground had her new companions not held her up. It was the sort of orgasm that was so sudden and intense, it simply wasn't supposed to happen. Within seconds, she went from terrified, too curious to a state of sexual bliss. She looked up and smiled, gazing at each of her strange new friends. She stood nearly limp for a moment, panting, and then slowly regained her strength and began to walk again, following their lead, hand in hand. Claire did not question anymore. She cared not who they were why there were naked, or where they were going. She did not question the fact that such an instantaneous orgasm was nearly impossible without build up or physical stimulation of any erogenous zone. Furthermore, she questioned nothing. Furthermore, she just followed. The triad of women made their way down a clearly well walked path in the middle of the lush grassy field. Many people have clearly walked this path, wearing away the grass into nothing. The naked women on each side, walking in their bare feet over the hot dirt, but not wincing from the pain they should feel. Claire, the outlier, dressed in dirty, sweat covered khakis pants and a plain khaki shirt. She grinned with delight. All was right. As they entered the mouth of a cave ahead, seeming dark as night inside, she did not hesitate. This is where her friends should lead her. It all seemed so perfectly fine. They entered the rather large opening in the rock which was wide enough for all three to keep in line, holding hands. The two naked women needed only brush aside a few bushes and vines as they walked in. They slowly faded into the darkness of the deep cavern. The birds continued to squawk and chirp. Random centipedes crawled by, giant flies and wasp buzzed by. A six-foot long black snake slithered across the path the women walked upon only a few minutes ago. Then, coming from deep within the cave, a scream. A painful scream full of terror and fear. Claire's cry echoed through the jungle, starting the green Macaws as they all flew away in synchronicity. Then…silence. Three weeks passed and all was quite outside the cave. No one had left since the three women entered that day. Inside, the LCD screen of a laptop glowed. Turned on for the first time in nearly a month. Two hands laid upon the keyboard. Two hands with only four fingers, and long black claws. They were covered in the darkest of dark green flesh. Smooth in texture and sure to feel much like human skin to anyone who might touch them. The hands, those of an alien being, typed quite quickly:Dear Vita, I’m sorry to have gone so long without writing you. I know it has been over three weeks now since we last corresponded. I could write pages and pages, explaining what has happened, but it would be much easier for me to show you. Furthermore, I want you to come find me. There is something wonderful and glorious that I have to show you. Words cannot describe how magnificent my discovery is. You just have to see it for yourself, with your own two eyes. I’m sending the coordinates of my camp. You will find supplies and everything you need. Just come find me. Soon! Please! I can’t wait to see you. What a wonderful time we are going to have together. We are about to change the world! Your friend, Claire​With her long black claws and elongated alien fingers, she clicked on send, and closed the laptop. Then, a voice,“It is done mistress. She will join us soon.” The voice odd, altered, but still, familiar in that it sounded much like Claire. The glow of the LCD screen was the only source of light in an otherwise dark, isolated chamber in which Claire slept for nearly a month. Deep in the cave which she had come to know as home. The exact size and makeup of the room was hard to discern in the current darkness with only one, low power source of light in the center. At this time of night Claire was always surrounded in silence and darkness. A far cry from the soothing storms and chirping crickets she had grown to love. Some of the dim light reflected off of the moist, rocky walls. A few random tentacles glistened slightly, their dark green flesh, shrouded in dark black shadows. On the screen, an open Microsoft Outlook Inbox which hadn't been closed since Claire sent her friend and colleague a short e-mail requesting that she come find her. There were at least seven new, unanswered e-mails from both Bill and Vita, highlighted in bold in her inbox, all of which she didn't care to respond to. Inquiries as to what she found, why she hadn't communicated in weeks, etc. All Claire card to know was when V was going to arrive. So as the soft "ping" echoed through her chamber, she was overcome with excitement. Still, in darkness, her form was nearly indiscernible from her surroundings. Though a silhouette revealed the same curvy, feminine form she had always had. Her height, unchanged. Then her voice, strange and squally, whispered,"finally, she is coming." Her silken emerald colored hands, each with four elongated fingers, began to type vigorously spitting out a few simple sentences. V, Can't wait to see you. This discovery is more amazing than words can describe. Don't worry about supplies, clothing, etc. You won't need much of anything once you get here. Oh, and don't tell any of the locals that you have heard from me. We have to keep this low-key for now. Claire​Another ambiguous message. This wasn't unusual though for Claire. Throughout her time working for the Institute, she had earned the right to go about her business without being questioned. She could get away with revealing little, if anything about what she was doing with research funds. In a few short years, her achievements had become unparalleled by anyone in the Institute. Revered by her colleagues, her work alone had earned the Institute international recognition, grants, and public and private funding, the likes of which they would never have seen had it not been for Dr. Underwood's accomplishments. In her relatively short time with The Institute, she had been published in countless journals, including 6 publications in The Journal of Applied Animal Etiology, 7 publications in The Journal of Anthropological Research, and one article in The Journal of Personality and Social Psychology. The latter, being quite odd considering she was an Anthropologist, not a Psychologist. She had managed to cross over into various fields, simply because she had such a thirst for knowledge. Claire would find herself engaging in research that often had nothing to do with monkeys or apes. Yet, she saw everything as being connected. She often came to the rainforests of Africa and South America to study chimps, but she instead became so fascinated with the local culture and native tribes, she would return to the States with two volumes titled Observations of The Uncontracted Azores Tribe. She also authored Social Psychological Theories As They Apply to the Bonobo Chimpanzee. Both of these books authored from research she conducted during two month excursions that had initially only been authorized for two weeks. Now, this discovery, this culture, this species which she was now a part of, trumped all discoveries she had previously made. She grinned, pearly white fangs glistening from her otherwise dark and mysterious silhouette. Her previous accomplishments were no longer of concern to her. The only text she cares about now was The Ancient Text. She had been reading it for hours every day since her indoctrination. The book was over a hundred thousand years old, but the soft, leathery cover, sheeted a soft purple, and looked as though it had just been bound. The paper inside, made from some sort of fibrous plant, much like that which could be found on earth, had yellowed slightly. Currently opened to page 1,348, Claire had been reading the ancient symbols which couldn't possibly be understood by even the most adept linguist. The symbols formed "sentences" which began in the center of the page and wrapped around the center in a spiral. To Claire, the "words" made perfect sense. Though there was little Claire didn't learn during her indoctrination, she was permitted to read the text which spoke of the species' biology, culture, and history. She craved knowledge, and above all, still enjoyed reading. The night turned into day, The soft glow of the LCD screen began to succumb to the more powerful sunlight, which found its way into Claire's chamber through a series of tunnels and mirrors. She looked over to a pair of khakis, still soiled, but folded neatly on the rocky, cavern floor. Her same khaki shirt was also stacked there, topped off by her elegant black lace bra, with a tiny pink rose ribbon in the center between each cup. Despite being a very uptight scientist with little care for fashion, she simply had a thing for bras. When she wasn't doing field research or writing publications, she was shopping for the most beautiful bras she could find. A simple 34b cup was a common enough size, allowing her to find what she wanted almost anywhere. She had quite a collection from Victoria's Secret, though, she most enjoyed buying from Journal and other high-end stores. She even owned two bras which cost in excess of $800. These were custom-made of the finest silk and cotton. If a bra didn't have a unique color pattern, or intricate lace weave, she dared not even touch it. Also included in her collection of undergarments were several corsets, which, although not really practical in this day and age, made for fun in the bedroom. She had only shared these with few of ex-boyfriends. The only other one who knew of her collection was V, to whom she revealed her secret love for corsets and underwear during one night of after-work drinks, as they suddenly found themselves sharing bedroom secrets and a mutual desire for BDSM. Claire, however, never truly enjoyed the idea of controlling someone or submitting to them. But the outfits, they were so much fun. So Claire looked over her neatly folded outfit and became giddy. It wouldn't be much longer before she put these clothes back on to great her colleague, her friend, her first victim, V. It was clearly midday by now. The sun beamed brightly into Claire's chamber. The hole through which it has shown was quite tiny, yet the elaborate system of tunnels and mirrors which stole sunlight from the outside world and directed it into this room, and many more rooms, was clearly a more sophisticated than any lighting system that even the most experienced engineer could dream of building. The world in which Claire now lived was created by alien beings who's intellectual ability was unsurpassed by any human being. They referred to themselves simply as The Species. This wasn't debatable. It was fact. One not even look beyond this small chamber to see what they could do. Aside from somehow giving a windowless cavern sunlight brighter than day itself, Claire's laptop was drawing power from an invisible, wireless source. The battery should have died weeks ago. The lack of Ethernet cables or a true wireless access point should also have made it impossible for Claire to make any contact with the outside world. Yet, somehow, the laptop understood there to be a wireless router, or what appeared to be a wireless router, pretending to have an IP address with a subnet mask and a default gateway. Yet, it was really a tentacle. A living organism connected to a massive elaborate network of tentacles that carried electrical signals, thoughts, ideas, energies, chemicals, nutrients, fluids, and anything else a living nest...a living collective mind would need. The "broadband signal" preserved the digital integrity of Claire's e-mail, and broadcast it to a man-made communications satellite somewhere in space which, in turn, interpreted it to be a data signal, which it then passed to a network of routers and fiber optic cables. Eventually, it made its way to the Institute’s e-mail server for V to read. Claire did not understand how this worked. Of course, there was a lot she didn't understand right now. It seems that Claire didn't understand much of anything that was going on right now. Despite her chamber being very brightly lit this early morning, she still couldn't see herself. She didn't know what she looked like now. She could see her hands; her strange new hands. Furthermore, she once had long, slender fingers. Her nails always painted a pretty pink or light lavender. Now, it seemed she had four fingers on each hand. They were much longer now with an extra knuckle. Their thickness was about the same as her human hands were. At the end of each fingertip was a long black claw. With these hands Claire felt more powerful...dangerous. She knew she could slice through the flesh of an enemy. She knew she could slice through metal if needed. Furthermore, she hadn't tried, she just knew. It was a powerful weapon which was integrated into her body. Yet, this was essentially all Claire knew about her new body. For some unexplained reason, she could not see herself. This wasn't just because there was no mirror in her chamber. There were intricate mechanisms in place which prevented her eyes from focusing on her body. When she looked down at her new form, she saw a sort of blurry silhouette. It was as if her body was covered in a black shroud. She still felt like a woman in that she was certain she still had breasts and curves. She felt the presence of a vaginal opening…of some sort. Furthermore, she was even more aware of having a uterus and ovaries. In fact, she had a strong sense that she was very fertile. Still, she couldn't see herself beyond her hands. Her outward appearance remained a mystery. She was certain she was still the same height. Everything seemed to be the same height as it had always been from her perspective. Clarece hadn't seen her body since she had been transformed. She didn't even remember being transformed, though she was certain that it had happened. She didn't remember much of anything from the first day she arrived in the nest. Everything changed though, the moment Tarsi, the naked brunette, touched her hand to help her out of the boat. At that moment, Claire felt love, joy, elation. She felt such an emotional high, it transcended to her physical body. She remembered having an orgasm. It was an undeniable orgasm that happened because the emotions she felt were beyond what her brain could comprehend. She was lost in a sort of euphoria after that. Everything was quite difficult to perceive from that point forward. She remembered Tarsi suddenly becoming more assertive and demanding. She told Claire she was her mistress. Yes, her mistress. Tarsi told Claire to obey. She would obey. She wanted to do anything she could to achieve that orgasmic high again. Claire remembered being lead into some sort of chamber. There were so many holes in her memory from that day. Of what she could remember… She remembered being wrapped in a sort of chrysalis. It was a cocoon in which she changed. This is where she was transformed. It was in this cocoon where her body was invaded by many tentacles and tendrils. She remembered the feeling as one pushed her legs apart, spreading her lips, sliding through and over her labia. She remembered needing air and the tendrils that burrowed into her nostrils and breathed for her. Furthermore, she winced as she vividly recalled the sting as a tentacle burrowed itself into the back of her upper neck, breaking the skin. It buried itself deep into her brain stem. The pain, almost unbearable as it connected to her nervous system. Then, the pain turned into almost unbearable pleasure as she achieved another spontaneous orgasm. She remembered nothing between that moment and the moment she woke, outside the cocoon, covered in some sort of alien slime. It was a warm, soothing fluid. Sticky, natural… Everything was blurry. She couldn’t see as she adjusted to her new eyes. She had new eyes. Now, in the present when Claire reached back to feel her neck with her alien hands, there was no sign of a hole where the tentacle had burrowed itself. She was also reminded that she could not feel her new body either. It was as if the nerves in her fingers shut off just as they touched her alien flesh. It was in the cocoon, Claire recalled, where she was reprogrammed. Still almost all of or her reprogramming remained hidden. Alien ideas, new instincts were buried somewhere in her mind. Claire knew they would not be revealed to her until she showed loyalty. The only instinct she had now been to obey. She would do as her mistress Tarsi commanded. She had to. For Marisa promised that obedience would lead to her becoming one with The Species. She would breed and be bred with. She would help the invasion grow. Most importantly, if she obeyed, she could regain some of the control she craved so badly. She hated not being in control All Claire truly knew, was what she read of her new Species in The Ancient Text. Well, she wasn't even sure if this was her Species now, but she did know shebelongedto them. She was owned by them. In order for her to even begin to see herself as one of them, in order for her to even have a glimpse of her new body, she must understand a specific passage in The Ancient Text. "What we are, is revealed to us, when we need to see it in ourselves. More importantly, what we are is not for others to see, as they will see us as they wish to see us, and we will see ourselves in that same way." Claire stared as the symbols, written in the unique spiral pattern on the page in front of her. Of course, much of this is lost in translation. Translating from the language of The Species to English was quite difficult, if not impossible. Still, it made as little sense to her as it would any human being. The words might as well have been gibberish. Claire spent her time, alone in this chamber, trying to understand. Mistress Tarsi said she must understand if she wishes anything else to be revealed to her. Claire stared and stared. She pondered this passage as she sat and stared at the rocky, tentacle covered walls of her room. And now... Now time was running out. V was on her way. It was actually only a matter of hours before V would come down the river and find the bank where Claire was first greeted by Tarsi. "What am I supposed to see?" she muttered to herself in an alien language which she somehow understood and spoke fluently, though she wasn’t sure how. Clarece thought more about how V's arrival in the bank would likely parallel her own experience. Poor V would likely witness the unfortunate demise of her guide. Of course Claire was sure he had it coming. He probably already made a pass or two at V, and knowing her friend and colleague so well, she imagined the fiery V put him in his place. If not with just words, she probably slapped him, or kicked him in the crotch...twice. That was one thing Claire adored about v. She could hold her own. She had passion in her. A fire that was really only there because V cared so much. Claire was glad to have come to know her, because she would always be there for her when she needed her. Clarece vividly remembered the first time V stuck her neck out for her when they first began working together at The Institute. Claire had been sent on a two week "training assignment” just north of the Kasai River in Central Africa. She already had a rather heated discussion with Bill about how the trip was much too short, even if she was only there for "organization and summary of data" already gathered by the stationed researcher, Dr. Atherton. So she took it upon herself to stay four additional weeks after realizing a small group of chimps had broken off of the group that was being studied and, for whatever reason, had stopped using the "tools" that the group which Dr. Atherton was studying had been using. Claire thought his was fascinating and important. Dr. Atherton did not. Upon return to the states, she was certain to be fired for costing the Institute tens of thousands of dollars in living expenses, food, and supplies that had not been budgeted for. V somehow managed to persuade the billing clerk to "misfile" the paperwork in the Authorized file, rather than the Denied file. How V managed to shade the clerk remained a mystery to Claire. She took Out for a drink after the whole ordeal at their favorite pub just down the street from The Institute. After they finished off a bottle of Merlot together, she asked her point-blank how she did it. V mumbled something as she purposely covered her mouth with her hands. Now, she wasn't exactly sure, but Claire could have sworn that V said, "I slept with her." This seemed very unlikely as V was quite the heterosexual and loved her boyfriend dearly. Yet, Claire never found evidence to support otherwise. The fact that V would sleep with another woman just to "misfile" some paperwork showed what a caring and crazy/wild friend she was. Clarece thought about what was about to happen. Somehow, she was supposed to greet V, appearing as her old self on the river bank. It was sort of an epiphany. Somehow the nonsensical passage that she kept reading over and over again suddenly made sense. She had to be seen as someone else expected her to be seen. It was only then that she could see herself. There wasn’t much else she could do after that. She looked down at her hands. He oddly shaped four-fingered hands. They suddenly changed before her eyes. Turning from the hands of an alien woman, to the human hands she had known as her own for 25 years. She had all five fingers again, and her nails, cut down and plain now, hand the same dirt under them, she had when she first arrived at the river bank. There was no pain, no pleasure, no unusual feeling at all. Yet, she somehow transformed back into her human self. She looked over across the chamber and saw a mirror suddenly appear in the rock. It was as if it had always been there. Staring, she saw her beautiful naked form. She was the same blonde woman she had always known herself to be. Complete with a golden tan and curves. She smiled. Yet, she knew, this was some sort of illusion. A sort of camouflage. She appeared this way because she needed to, in order to seduce V. V! She was on her way. Suddenly, Tarsi entered the chamber. She was also in the nude human form that she first appeared in when Claire was greeted by her 4 weeks ago. “It is time,” is all she said. Claire nodded and followed her out of the chamber. The tow walked down a narrow, rather dimly lit, cave of sorts. The same tentacles spread all over the nest, latched onto the walls of the cave as they walked towards the mouth opening. Finally, they found themselves outside. Claire saw the sun, the sky, the trees; all for the first time since she has been taken. She inhaled the fresh air. Still, it felt odd. This wasn’t home anymore. The nest, inside the cave, that was home. This all seemed so foreign to her now. It wasn’t home. At least, it wasn’t yet. It would be, as the invasion progressed. Claire looked down the river as the naked, pale, Tarsi stood next to her. She saw V’s boat slowly approach. She knew they had come to the tentacles, all swaying in the water beneath. Then, Claire heard them. She heard the most beautiful song. It reminded her of the song of the Sirens. So beautiful, but dangerous. She heard something. A scream. It was V. It was likely at this moment her guide was panicking. They both were. But what if she was in trouble? What if he was attacking her? Claire closed her eyes, and suddenly felt one with the tentacles in the river. She saw through them. She touched with them. Furthermore, she saw the face of the sinister Manuel with V. She didn’t know how, but she grabbed him. Wrapping tentacles around him. Pulling him up into the air. She held him there. Keeping him from V. She saw the look of panic on his face. She knew what she was supposed to do. She knew what The Species wanted her to do. Furthermore, she couldn’t though. Furthermore, she stopped. Then, her eyes opened and she was back on the river bank. Suddenly, another scream from the boat and a splash. She knew the tentacles finished the job and snapped his neck. Tarsi spoke to her with an attempt at a soothing voice, “It’s ok. Many don’t have it in them to kill the first time.” Tarsi smirked. V’s boat continued to approach. Claire slowly saw her friend get closer. She saw her face. She was terrified. Yet, all Claire could think was, “help me!” She hoped V heard her thoughts, “HELP ME!” And she hoped The Species didn’t hear a word, though, she was sure they could hear her thoughts. It is amazing how many thoughts can flash through one’s mind in a fraction of a second. For Claire, it seemed as though an entire story was being played in, what her geeky Star Trek loving self could only describe as the Holodeck in her brain. As she stood there and stared at Vita in the approaching boat, she prayed that Vita would be killed, rather than fall victim to the same fate that she had fallen victim to. She didn’t see V as the submissive type. Claire was quite sure that coming under the spell of the Species when she first touched anyone of their hands would be torture for Vita. The Directives, as she understood them to be called, would be instantly transferred into her mind during that intense, instant orgasm. That process, in and of itself, could kill V. Submission, that couldn't be in Vita’s vocabulary, could it? She didn’t know her friend to be that way. She was always the tough one who looked out for her. Yet, as Claire thought of that word, “submission,” she squirmed and felt relaxed. Yes, submission… She turned to Tarsi who smiled at her. No, fuck! I…can’t submit. V, help! She screamed in silence. She needed V to be here for her again. If anyone could save them both, it was V. If only V knew how much Claire loved her. Yes, she loved her, didn’t she? Again, in a fraction of a fraction of a second the entire story played out in her mind. If only V knew why Claire flipped out the day the tribeswoman destroyed her favorite bra. It wasn’t the fact that it was a custom design, made in Italy. It so happened that was the bra that Claire wore the first night she had a truly intense sexual fantasy about V. It was what she wore to work the day she and V spent 9 hours squeezed together in a tiny office at the Institute, working on piecing together a work that they were both authoring about another yet undiscovered tribe in the Amazon. Claire’s mind was not on her work though. For whatever reason, that was the day she “noticed” V. She looked into her eyes and saw far beyond her pupils. She saw her mind, her spirit, her soul, and her sexual aura. She smiled nervously and giggled all day. Her behavior was obviously odd and several times she had to deflect questions from V such as “what’s gotten into you today?” She played it off, “Oh, I’m just in a good mood about getting this paper ready for publication.” This wasn’t unusual for Claire to be giddy about her research. Still, she wasn’t giddy about that. She was giddy over V. Despite being within a foot or two of each other all day, neither ever touched the other’s hand, “accidentally” brushed the other’s bum or breast, or even bumped at the waist. All day, Claire’s mind wandered into a sexual fantasy land. She lacked the courage to act on it though. She rushed home, unwisely though, for if she had asked V to celebrate the completion of their work with a drink that evening, things might have gone just as she imagined them. Still, she was naïve in the ways of dating and seducing a woman. She rushed home to satisfy herself. She threw her leather briefcase to onto the micro suede couch, pulling her plain white blouse apart, so quickly two of the buttons popped off and shot across the room. Furthermore, she would look for them another time. Slipping her gray slacks off to the floor, she ran across the plush carpet to her bedroom. Standing in front of the full length mirror on the closet door, she stared at herself just for a moment. She wasn’t so much turned on by her own body, but she was aroused by the sight of how she wanted to present herself to V. She smiled as she admired the way her silk black high-cut panties hugged her rather wide hips. Her blonde curls peaking through one side. It was evident that she had been moist for much of the latter half of the day. Clarece stared at her favorite bra. The price was well worth it. If only V could see her now. Still, she couldn’t possibly actually make such a thing happen, could she? V was clearly straight. Claire shrugged as the intricate black lace of the bra tried to conceal her nipples who would have nothing of any attempt to hide their arousal. If possible, they were harder than they had ever been. Claire closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper as she felt the pleasure of the fabric slide over each nipple. As she closed her eyes, she saw V in her mind. The beautiful redhead in all of her fair skinned beauty. She was wearing a matching bra. The same in every way down to each thread. “Mph.” Claire moaned as she imagined V walking up being her in the mirror. She opened her eyes and with all of her might, willed V to be there. Claire looked in the mirror, and with her vivid imagination, felt V’s hands slide behind her and cup her breasts. She heard her whisper how she admired her taste in undergarments. Claire turned and looked to her perfectly made bed, the lavender quilt with white embroidered flowers lacking any wrinkle or sign of imperfection. She smiled and looked back to the mirror where V seemed to reappear standing behind her. She wouldn’t need the bed tonight. Claire slowly sat down on the soft carpet of her bedroom floor, imagining V settling down with her. She then leaned back, imagining V holding her, though, the reality was that no one was behind her to hold her up. That was ok though. She simply let her nearly naked body fall to her back. Still, she was captivated by her image in the mirror; dreaming of V seeing her this way. Claire bent her knees and parted her thighs. Revealing the creases where her inner thigh met her mound. She slid a finger beneath her black lace and teased her throbbing clit. Clarece closed her eyes and visualized V. Now, she was on all fours on top of her. Perhaps, yes, perhaps she would be kissing and nibbling her neck now. Claire’s body shivered at such a thought. It wouldn’t be long now. She could often masturbate for an hour or two before climaxing. Tonight was different. It was V after all. It was, perhaps, the first time she had had such an intense fantasy about a woman. As she slipped a second finger between her lips, sliding them both deep, past her labia, her muscles tensed. She opened her eyes and saw her own thighs tremble as she gazed at her reflection. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” She had to say it out loud as if to tell herself it was ok. It was time. “God, you’re hot.” She told herself as she stared at her thighs as they jiggled. She admired the way the cups of her bra form mountains of lace covering the flesh of her summaries. Furthermore, she surprised herself, but she was aroused in so many ways. Furthermore, she never let herself think she could be sexy and attractive to anyone, let alone another woman. “Oh fuck, so sexy.” She told herself again. She wasn’t being conceited. In her mind, V was saying it. “Yes, V!” She looked down at her body as it started to tremble. She screamed, “You’re soon fucking hot, cum for me Claire! Yes, V, I’ll cum for you. Vita!!!” Her eyes rolled back as her body quivered. A puddle of moisture spread over her panties, spreading to any cloth that wasn’t already soaked with her juices. In her mind, she heard V speak such beautiful words. She came for her. Her body quivering and spasming like never before. It all happened in a fraction of a fraction of a second in her mind. A memory. Claire looked as the boat approached, and she could see into Vita’s eyes. She smiled as she looked upon the woman she loved and wanted more than anyone. She turned to Tarsi as the other naked alien in disguise reached out her hand, extending a welcome to V, offering to help her out of the boat. V, help me! Don’t take her hand…take mine. Claire suddenly reached out her own hand and smiled warmly at V. The alien energy ran through her and would undoubtedly send the Directives into her friend, but it would aftertouch, not Tarsi’s.“Hello, dear friend. Welcome. Please, let me help you up.” Submit!

The Amazon Species (closed for collette23)|rating:3.0

Monster's World(IC, CLOSED, SEE SIGN-UPS)

IOC ThreadMerkut had enough. His mountain was being attackedagainby those villagers, and for what? The demand of a human sacrifice once a month? There were hundreds of people there! They wouldn't miss one! They had gotten together in a ragtag bunch of misfits. What good media it might make! Of course, that was assuming they were successful. One man led them on a rescue mission for the latest sacrifice: The king's daughter. Market wouldn't eat her, humans had too little meat and too many insides to be tasty. He'd simply deposit her on a cliff and scare her off. The man's name was St. George; he was riding a bright white horse in full plate armor. He yelled something and turned his horse toward Market. Lowering a lance, the Saint put the horse into a fast trot, then a dead-on sprint. He clearly meant to impale the dragon. What a poor try at heroism. Market didn't take into the air, simply watching the man charge forward in amusement. When the lance was just about to hit, he sidestepped it with more grace than was becoming of a ten-metric-ton dragon, and used his wing's claw to grab the lance and point it into the dirt. St. George flipped into the air and landed very hard. Market reared back and stepped on the little human: the suit of armor did nothing to stop him. The motley rabble of villagers watched in amazement; no doubt the Saint promised to bring the dragon back, meek as a dog, and slay it for some random religion. Market snorted and turned to the villagers, still watching a hundred meters away. One man stepped forward. "No!", he shouted in anger. Market approached, amazed himself anyone would stand up to him. Everybody but him backed away. Market him, "Why do you believe in yourself? The spears of march come to impale." The man didn't say anything, so Market turned to walk back - 'Accidentally' shattering the man's rib cage with his tail. Order was restored.IOC: I just felt like alluding to St. George and the Dragon. Post what you like. Benjamin Silva floated through the empty reaches of space. Beside him, Gunther Hard striker the Berserker floated with him. Silva's magic kept them breathing. Gunther scratched Silva behind the ears, and Silva's tail curled up as he purred. The berserker looked at him strangely." I shall never get used to that." The small cat flipped onto its belly. "What?"" This is your true form?"" Yes."" I watched as you slaughtered a thousand of the Frost Giant King's elite Housewares."" So?"" You were a twelve ton armored monstrosity that stood hundreds of feet tall and breathed fire."" I also do Ice, Water, Wind, Electricity, and Acid."" You convinced a hundred more to commit suicide by throwing themselves off a cliff."" They had weak minds."" Now you are a two pound house cat."" Your point being?" Gunther sighed and they kept floating. It seemed like they were traveling rather slowly, but the pair was being pushed by microscopic asteroid fragments. The rock condensed into plates that pushed the pair along." Where does it all go anyway?"" What?" Silva asked." The extra mass."" Another dimension."".... Oh." Ran Dakar lounged in his lair: a large, hidden cellar beneath the city above. He was surrounded by luxurious food, comfortable furniture, and the best she-slaves money could buy. He had everything that a warrant could ask for and more... but something just didn't feel right. For weeks, he had felt this feeling of unease. This feeling of restlessness. This feeling of... emptiness. The truth was, he didn't want these creature comforts. What he wanted was to be adventuring again. Life is good, he thought, patting his stomach (which was much too large as of late). But staring death in the face is still better. I need to get out of this hole. I need to travel. The guild won't miss me while I'm gone; I'll just put J'ROK in charge of operations. He can handle things. Rak pushed himself up to a sitting position and then stood up slowly. He walked out of the room, and along a narrow corridor. He followed it to a room and, unlocking it with a key that he procured from his belt pouch, entered. The room was full of his old adventuring gear. Thieves' picks, leather armor, daggers, a rucksack, some non-perishable provisions, a fire-building kit... the whole nine yards. Donning his equipment, he set out for the exit to his thieves' guild's complex network of corridors. Meeting his second-in-command, J'ROK, on the way out, he left his instructions and then left, leaving his lackeys staring in wide-eyed wonder. What's come over him all of a sudden?they all thought. Rak emerged into the sunlight. Squinting, he adjusted the brim of his hat. Hehatedthe sun. Looking left and right, and muttering an "Ernie-meenie-miney-moe" under his breath, he set off in a random direction. Casually picking the pocket of the first commoner that he encountered—he had "forgotten" to bring traveling money along with him—he left town and started walking down the road into the wide-open countryside. He expected to reach the next city by nightfall. Perinatal looked out through the large window in front of him, of his fortress of a dragon's den. He laid on top of a large pile of whatever Perinatal thought was valuable. Near anything really, things like art work and small shiny trinkets to large jewels and bricks of gold or silver. Money and riches is what Perinatal was after, not like other dragons who would want only things like a good home cooked meal from a local town's selection of the finest citizens. Kerinstav had gotten to this point in life through hard work in the merchant sector of jobs and deceitful illusions, it was his natural calling in life. But in all, waiting for his employees to come back with news of the markets was quite boring. Perinatal stepped off his "collection", his body skinny and frail, but eloquent, with a strange black smokey substance being emitted from his flesh. He wasn't quite sure what the smoke was or where it had come from, but it had appeared after Perinatal had begun learning shadow magics from his, now, long dead parents. His body weaved itself out of and in between the ruins of the fortress and then to the courtyard. Perinatal looked to the sky, jumped, and with one swoop of the wings, was in the air. As he flew, though unlikely, he wondered if any other dragons were in the area. If only to converse to pass the time, not to murder and steal from like he usually did. Alex kicked one of his sparring partners to the ground before swinging his long sword at another opponent and bashing his shield into the chest of another sending the man flying into the wall of the arena "Come on! Stay light on your feet or a dragon will sweep you off of them!" shouted Alex as he used the edge of his shield and slammed into one of the men's stomach sending him to the ground "Good, keep practicing." Alex finished as he removed his leather gloves and stuck them in between his belt before leaving back to his quarters. As Alex walked down the large dark gloomy corridors of the fortress he encountered one of the servant's that kept track of everything in the fortress "Lord Abridge. Lord Abridge, can I have a moment of your time?" asked the servant as rushed up to Alex "What is it?" asked Alex as he opened the door to his living quarters "There is talk that a dragon is terrorizing some villagers. St. George was killed by this dragon named Market." finished the servant as he looked Alex "I will go to this village and see if this dragon terrorizing this village or just lying." said Alex as he entered the quarters and closed the door in the servants face. As Alex closed the door to his living quarters he took off his sparring armor before walking over to a bowl of water and cleaning himself of his sweat, after quickly cleaning himself he walked over to the armor stand that sat in the corner of his quarters and moved his fingertips across the cold metal of the armor and smiled "Summoned to kill dragons and Daemons once more." Alex said to himself as he pulled his heavy plate armor off of the armor stand and donned it. Alex looked into the eyeholes of his helmet and stared at the darkness within the helmet for sometime before sliding his helmet on and leaving his quarters, as he left the same servant from before ran up to him and was carrying his long sword, shield and lance which all carried the coat of arms from Abridge's family "Here you are my lord." said the servant nervously as he held out the personal weaponry of Alex "Thank you." replied Alex as he grabbed his long sword and sheathed it before grabbing his shield and strapping it to his back. "Is my horse ready?" asked Alex as he pushed open the large oak doors of the fortress and headed towards the stables "Yes, your horse as been saddled, and it is waiting." replied the servant as he watched Alex open the stable doors and mount Clydesdale warhorse"Thank you. You may leave now." said Alex as he grabbed his lance from the servant and spurred his warhorse and took off out of the fortress, the banner catching the wind as he made his way down the road. Adolphus sat on a cushioned chair, enjoying a truffle as the undead captain gave his monotonous report. A few more villages raided, the dead bolstered the ranks. He perked up upon hearing about dragons in the area. They were fascinating creatures. He decided to send a messenger to one of the dragons, who had killed a saint George. The message consisted of good tidings and an offering of friendship. A small blue planet floated in the upper left corner of Silva's vision. The darkness of space had become so dreary, it would have been hard to miss it. Silva turned to Gunther." Heads I eat it, tails I save it from whatever evil is inhabiting it." Gunther nodded and pulled out an ancient silver coin. Silver was Silva's calling card. Every world he visited he left some chosen goodly mortal a dragon's horde in silver. Or if he ate the world, an exact replica, minus the inhabitants, made of silver. This one particular piece of silver was enchanted to land accordingly to Silva's own deepest wishes. It also was indestructible, but that was another story. For another time. Gunther flipped it, and the magic of the coin made it as though the force of gravity was acting upon it. Tails landed upward. Silva shrugged. "Save the world it is." The two turned, and were propelled at almost ten times the speed of light toward the blue planet. That said, it took them a few minutes to arrive. They slowed down as they entered the planet's atmosphere, and stopped a few miles above the ground. Off in the distance, Silva watched as a dragon ate an armored knight. Closer, another dragon was terrorizing a small city. Silva rolled his shoulders and smiled." Big me or little me?"" Little you. It's more intimidating when a two pound cat utterly destroys a dragon."" True, but I'm in the mood for shock and awe."" Hey, it's your body."" Damn right it is!" With that, Silva began to change. The surrounding air shimmered, and what replaced the cat was nothing of the sort. It was a twelve ton hundred foot tall humanoid figure. It wore gigantic armored plates, which contributed to the weight. In each seam, green fire blazed with the heat of a thousand forges. Silva's eyes glowed a far deeper shade of green. He had decided on Acid to kill this dragon. Below, the seven ton Blue looked up at the challenge and screamed its own. Silva unsheathed a massive sword from seemingly midair, but was actually another dimension. An empty one except for a few of Silva's arms and armor, along with a good portion of his hoard. The blade was half Silva's height, fifty feet. The hilt added another fourteen and a half feet to its length. Silva swung it in an arc, and launched himself at the Blue. A few streams of electricity shot forth, but Silva parried them all. He then swung the sword in a massive, unrelenting arc, which sliced through the dragon, cutting it in half. Silva grabbed each half as he banished the sword to it's home dimension. Holding the two halves of a dragon, Silva squeezed, and they vanished to the same dimension as his sword. He would add them to his combat form later, gaining another two or three tons of mass, to be proportioned as he saw fit. The guild master looked sullenly around the guild. He had gathered everyone to the central hall, ready to give a small speech. He silenced them with a wave of his hand. "Listen up. As you already know, we have found many monsters who seem to be gathering. We know now that they are gathering around here." He pointed to a mountainous area of the map at the front of the guild hall. "You are all prepared to depart, correct? You have twenty minutes to get everything you need and have yet to obtain, and then meet back here, ready to depart." Pedro looked at the circular image before him. "...and then meet back here, ready to depart." He closed the image, reminding himself to open it again in twenty minutes. A gentle noon soon looked down upon the peaceful village of Silas. People went about their day-to-day chores: watering flowers, trimming tall grass, feeding livestock, and hawking their wares. Everything was serene, everything was perfect. But not for long. At the fringe of the forest bordering Silas some half mile away, the trees bristled with unsheathed weaponry and the ground swarmed with at least a hundred thousand hulking, green-skinned warriors: Orcs. At the head, huge armored figure crouched, arm resting on a knee while the other gripped the massive haft of a war axe. Keen and fiery eyes glared down at the docile village, whose population was so blissfully ignorant of what was about to descend on them. Lips forming a slit, he whistled harshly, and the lines of his horde -- the Earth stalker horde -- rustled with the sound of checked equipment and drawn weapons. They were ready. And then Var ok Earth stalker gave the command. It was as if the forest itself had come alive, for miles across hulking green beasts poured forth from the trees with savage battle cries in their guttural native tongue, singing songs of war and of victory and of violent bloodshed. They swept into Silas with ease: there was no guard posted -- none had ever been needed. Some had torches in hand, and those were plunged into the sides of the wooden huts and on top of their thatched roofs. Soon Silas was a nightmare of bloody death and burning destruction. With a force over one hundred thousand strong, a small village such as Silas was child's play, a conquest lasting on minutes that did nothing but increase Var ok's already insatiable hunger for bloodshed. The heads of humans: men, women, and children alike -- had been skewered on the heads of pikes and embedded to form a ring around the village. All would know who visited Silas that day: Var ok Earth stalker and the Earth stalker tribe. Scourge of the North, and now Conqueror of the South. Serenity was having a blast in Russia. Literally. She was in the frozen wasteland with a target and her powers. She would send burning fireballs at it and watch the target repair itself. Furthermore, she had created the target so she wouldn't have to go and buy new ones. Furthermore, she focused her energy and made this fireball bigger and hotter. Furthermore, she heard sizzling and she laughed. She sent the ball around the target and when it didn'ty turn away from her when she sent it she ducked into the snow and covered her head, it whizzed by, and she jumped up, sending a blue burst of light at it and it exploded. Furthermore, she then laid back into the snow to cool her off, and she got up again, numbering a word and the target collapsed and went into her book bag. She then walked to the east and then after a few minutes sighed and said a few words in Latin, and she floated and sped to the nearest village and stopped about a mile out and walked into the village. People looked at her like she was crazy, because all she had on was her pants, tank top, cloak and no shoes. Her glasses were on her head almost frozen, and her skin was still pale and not red. She ignored them and went into a bar and sat down. Shaking the snow of her and looking around. If someone were to touch her they would feel heat coming off her that melts the snow she is walking on. It keeps her warm and her blood flowing at a good pace.One dude walked up to her and asked her to dance. She shook her head and spoke Russian back to him. He got angry and asked again, stress in his voice as he tried to remain clam. She turned and looked at him, uncrossing her legs and crossing just her angels. Her eyes were of gray around the iris and a haunting color of dark blue around the gray. She said no again in Russian and when he went to grab her she jumped off her chair and grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind her back, she felt something against the back of her head and turned, seeing a spear against her head. She heard a sizzling this time and ball of red light was behind that guys head, and she looked at him sideways. He winked an eye, and she ducked quicker than you could think and the guy with the light thing threw it forward and burned the guy with the spear. He went down and the guy that asked her to dance was scared as hell and looked at her. She looked back and threw him out of the bar and yelled at him in Russian to never come back when she is here. The guy with the hood came up and introduced himself." My name is Gregor, miss."" I am Serenity."" Nice to meet you."" The pleasure is mine." He chuckled and lead her out of the bar and soon they disappeared in a cloud of snow and were on their way to England. In England they arrived at her house, and he walked up the stairs as she undid the lock with a spell and walked in, taking his cloak and hanging it up as well as hers. He looked at her like she was something else, and he was about to say something, but she walked off to the kitchen and got a cup of tea and handed one to him as well. She sat down on top of the counter, and he pulled up a chair, and they began talking about spells and looking through her spell books. The road was paved with stone, but that did not hinder the elements of nature to cover the road in grasses, weeds or tree stumps which had been cut down due to them growing out of the paved road that led to Silas. Alex looked around at his surroundings as he spurred his Clydesdale war horse one more time and rounded a hill that overlooked the village of Silas "My God. What as happened here?" Alex whispered to himself as he saw the many heads of men, women and children skewered on top of pikes that circled around the village of Silas. As he neared the village of Silas he could smell the iron from the blood and sighed as he rode up to one of the pikes and pulled the head of the pike and examined it "Skin is pale, and the lips are hardly blew." said Alex as he threw the head to the ground and tightened his grip around his lance "This happened just recently." Alex said in surprise as he took a quick look around himself before dismounting from his Clydesdale and stabbing his lance into the ground before unstrapping the shield from his back and sliding it onto his left forearm before gripping the handle of his long sword and quickly pulling it out of its sheath. Alex took a step away from his Clydesdale and felt the dirt underneath his foot depress "The ground is soaked in the blood of the villagers." Alex said to himself as he walked over to a nearby hut and kicked open the simplified door and walked in with his long sword resting on his raised shield. As Alex entered the hut he saw the decapitated bodies of family laying strewn across the floor of the hut "Must be Orc's." commented Alex as he stabbed his long sword into the ground before kneeling down on one knee and grabbing one of the headless corpses and taking a look at the neck "Most definitely Orc's." said Alex as he let go of the corpse and stood back up and left the hut "There's only one tribe that surrounds the village in piked heads." continued Alex as he sheathed his long sword and quickly pulled his lance out of the ground before mounting his Clydesdale war horse. Black smoke billowed behind Perinatal as he flew, his search for company had been fruitless as of now. But then something caught his eye, a village ringed with the severed heads of its inhabitants. Silas, was what came to his mind, he had set up a trade post here in the guise of a human merchant known as Vanderbilt. Perinatal knew very well that this was the doing of orcs, to him, they were savages, but they also meant no one would be in the village to stop him from looting it. The black, shadowy dragon landed down upon a ruined stone church, the landing causing the bell tower to tip and crash onto the street below. "Subtle," he said to himself, he would've alerted anyone to his presence, although to him everyone was dead that had lived in Silas. Perinatal jumped off the church and into the village street, and began snooping around for something of value, maybe some books or maybe some dead family's relics. A black smoke filled the air as a black dragon landed on the small church in the village of Silas "A dragon." Alex silently said to himself as he raised his lance into the air and pointed it at the dragon "Dragon! Leave now!" Shouted Alex as his Clydesdale war horse reared back its two front hoofs pawing at the air "Begone dragon! Leave the Village of Silas!" ordered Alex as his war horse stopped rearing back and aimed itself at the black dragon. As Alex waited for the black dragon's actions he couched his lance under his armpit and held it level so it was as flat as a table, after couching his lance and saying a quick prayer he looked at his ring of strength that was hanging from his neck "Guide me through this fight." Alex whispered to the ring as he looked back at the black dragon. The war horse pawed at the ground with its front right hoof and began to neigh as it was nervous of what was to come, "settle down." said Alex as he gripped the reigns of his war horse tightly and looked at the black dragon once more before saying his battle rite "Lo there do I see my father. Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live...forever." said Alex as he said the beginning softly then got louder to the end. Trek wrote:A black smoke filled the air as a black dragon landed on the small church in the village of Silas "A dragon." Alex silently said to himself as he raised his lance into the air and pointed it at the dragon "Dragon! Leave now!" Shouted Alex as his Clydesdale war horse reared back its two front hoofs pawing at the air "Begone dragon! Leave the Village of Silas!" ordered Alex as his war horse stopped rearing back and aimed itself at the black dragon. As Alex waited for the black dragon's actions he couched his lance under his armpit and held it level so it was as flat as a table, after couching his lance and saying a quick prayer he looked at his ring of strength that was hanging from his neck "Guide me through this fight." Alex whispered to the ring as he looked back at the black dragon. The war horse pawed at the ground with its front right hoof and began to neigh as it was nervous of what was to come, "settle down." said Alex as he gripped the reigns of his war horse tightly and looked at the black dragon once more before saying his battle rite "Lo there do I see my father. Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live...forever." said Alex as he said the beginning softly then got louder to the end. Kerinstav looked up from digging in a pile of destroyed bricks and building stones. He was surprised that anyone was in Silas, especially a knight. It was strange to him that a knight was here, in the middle of a village destroyed by orcs. Perinatal gave Alex the best smile he could, it would be more frightening than friendly, he was a dragon of course, but Perinatal wasn't one for fighting." Now why is it that we have to fight, young knight? Couldn't I leave you to your business, and you to my own? Is that so hard?" the dragon questioned his knightly adversary. If talking himself out of a fight didn't work, perinatal would have to resort to using illusions, which worked best only on the weak-minded and uneducated. Servo wrote:Perinatal looked up from digging in a pile of destroyed bricks and building stones. He was surprised that anyone was in Silas, especially a knight. It was strange to him that a knight was here, in the middle of a village destroyed by orcs. Perinatal gave Alex the best smile he could, it would be more frightening than friendly, he was a dragon of course, but Perinatal wasn't one for fighting." Now why is it that we have to fight, young knight? Couldn't I leave you to your business, and you to my own? Is that so hard?" the dragon questioned his knightly adversary. If talking himself out of a fight didn't work, perinatal would have to resort to using illusions, which worked best only on the weak-minded and uneducated." You are in a human town and the guild does not look too kindly to a dragon near towns." replied Alex as he watched as the dragon gave a weird frightening smile "I can't leave you to your business because the guild doesn't look kindly on dragons. Now leave this town, or I must fight you!" yelled Alex as he continued to watch the black dragon carefully making sure to keep track of what movement the dragon was making. As Alex waited for the black dragon's decision he noticed that his war horse was jumping a little, "Clam down. Soon this will all be over." said Alex as he patted his Clydesdale on the side of the neck before turning back to the black dragon "Leave now, or I must fight you." Alex yelled again as he tightened his grip around his lance before say the battle rite over and over in his again. Trek wrote:"You are in a human town and the guild does not look too kindly to a dragon near towns." replied Alex as he watched as the dragon gave a weird frightening smile "I can't leave you to your business because the guild doesn't look kindly on dragons. Now leave this town, or I must fight you!" yelled Alex as he continued to watch the black dragon carefully making sure to keep track of what movement the dragon was making. As Alex waited for the black dragon's decision he noticed that his war horse was jumping a little, "Clam down. Soon this will all be over." said Alex as he patted his Clydesdale on the side of the neck before turning back to the black dragon "Leave now, or I must fight you." Alex yelled again as he tightened his grip around his lance before say the battle rite over and over in his again. Not the answer that Perinatal was really waiting for." I have profit that can be made from the ruins of this village! And with a larger hoard for myself. This town is no more, no reason to guard and protect that which is not holy or uninhabited. How about you leave human?" Perinatal threatened, the skinny and frail black dragon showing his teeth, illuminated by the light of a low fire in the back his throat. Mostly for show, really. But more was needed. Perinatal used his shadow magics to project a bigger, badder version of himself that was circling Silas up in the sky. Hopefully for the dragon, Alex would fall for the trick. Servo wrote:Not the answer that Perinatal was really waiting for. "I have profit that can be made from the ruins of this village! And with a larger hoard for myself. This town is no more, no reason to guard and protect that which is not holy or uninhabited. How about you leave human?" Perinatal threatened, the skinny and frail black dragon showing his teeth, illuminated by the light of a low fire in the back his throat. Mostly for show, really. But more was needed. Perinatal used his shadow magics to project a bigger, badder version of himself that was circling Silas up in the sky. Hopefully for the dragon, Alex would fall for the trick." Profit! I don't care if you have profit to be made from this village or not. If this village is uninhabited then we will rebuild like so many others that have been destroyed by dragons or hordes of Orcs!" shouted Alex as he watched the frail and skinny black dragon show his teeth. Alex watched as the black dragon seem to get bigger and began to circle around the village of Silas up in the sky. "You do not scare me dragon! Death before dishonor!" shouted Alex as he raised his lance into the air then pointed it at the black dragon. Wow... He fell for it, I'm amazed! In reality, Perinatal was still on the ground, not up in the sky as what Alex was seeing. The dragon himself was only doing half of the work, he had suggested the image of a bigger version of Perinatal to the human. Then from there if Alex accepted the illusion (which he did), then said illusion became very much real to those viewing it. Kerinstav quietly made his way from being in front of the knight to behind him, careful not to make a noise. If he slipped up, the reality of the illusion would break down. After which it would be extremely hard to set up the suggestion of a second illusion. The black dragon then projected the false dragon having landed a couple of ruined building over. Perinatal was going to have fun with this. Alex watched as the false dragon seemed to get bigger as it seem to land on a couple of ruined buildings next to him "What how did he get bigger?" Alex asked himself as he remembered the dragon being more skinny and frail the first time he met the dragon "Illusions! Back away from me dragon!" shouted Alex as he thrust his lance in front of him then behind him trying to get the black dragon to back away from him and his war horse "Enough of this sorcery!" yelled Alex as he stretched back his arm and thrust to the left of his before swinging his lance over his war horse's head stabbed to the right of his body "I will not fall for this sorcery." shouted Alex as he spurred his war horse and took off with the illusion still in effect. Trek wrote:Alex watched as the false dragon seemed to get bigger as it seem to land on a couple of ruined buildings next to him "What how did he get bigger?" Alex asked himself as he remembered the dragon being more skinny and frail the first time he met the dragon "Illusions! Back away from me dragon!" shouted Alex as he thrust his lance in front of him then behind him trying to get the black dragon to back away from him and his war horse "Enough of this sorcery!" yelled Alex as he stretched back his arm and thrust to the left of his before swinging his lance over his war horse's head stabbed to the right of his body "I will not fall for this sorcery." shouted Alex as he spurred his war horse and took off with the illusion still in effect. As he moved away from Alex, Perinatal felt like bursting with laughter. He had thought that this knight would have realized that the entire false dragon was an illusion, but no, the knight had gotten it in his head that the false dragon was Perinatal only bigger. Kerinstav, the real one anyway, took to the sky. Fly up in the air, watching the knight charge at the false Perinatal. Then the dragon stopped the entire illusion altogether. The black dragon laughed, "Silly little meat snack in a tin can, you fell for that trick so badly. For that laugh I'll leave this village, hope the rest of the Guild isn't this stupid!" Perinatal then turned and began the flight back to his ruined fortress of a den. But in the back of the dragon's mind, Perinatal thought, what if the knight follows me to my den? Smetana Assault Teams wrote:A small blue planet floated in the upper left corner of Silva's vision. The darkness of space had become so dreary, it would have been hard to miss it. Silva turned to Gunther." Heads I eat it, tails I save it from whatever evil is inhabiting it." Gunther nodded and pulled out an ancient silver coin. Silver was Silva's calling card. Every world he visited he left some chosen goodly mortal a dragon's horde in silver. Or if he ate the world, an exact replica, minus the inhabitants, made of silver. This one particular piece of silver was enchanted to land accordingly to Silva's own deepest wishes. It also was indestructible, but that was another story. For another time. Gunther flipped it, and the magic of the coin made it as though the force of gravity was acting upon it. Tails landed upward. Silva shrugged. "Save the world it is." The two turned, and were propelled at almost ten times the speed of light toward the blue planet. That said, it took them a few minutes to arrive. They slowed down as they entered the planet's atmosphere, and stopped a few miles above the ground. Off in the distance, Silva watched as a dragon ate an armored knight. Closer, another dragon was terrorizing a small city. Silva rolled his shoulders and smiled." Big me or little me?"" Little you. It's more intimidating when a two pound cat utterly destroys a dragon."" True, but I'm in the mood for shock and awe."" Hey, it's your body."" Damn right it is!" With that, Silva began to change. The surrounding air shimmered, and what replaced the cat was nothing of the sort. It was a twelve ton hundred foot tall humanoid figure. It wore gigantic armored plates, which contributed to the weight. In each seam, green fire blazed with the heat of a thousand forges. Silva's eyes glowed a far deeper shade of green. He had decided on Acid to kill this dragon. Below, the seven ton Blue looked up at the challenge and screamed its own. Silva unsheathed a massive sword from seemingly midair, but was actually another dimension. An empty one except for a few of Silva's arms and armor, along with a good portion of his hoard. The blade was half Silva's height, fifty feet. The hilt added another fourteen and a half feet to its length. Silva swung it in an arc, and launched himself at the Blue. A few streams of electricity shot forth, but Silva parried them all. He then swung the sword in a massive, unrelenting arc, which sliced through the dragon, cutting it in half. Silva grabbed each half as he banished the sword to it's home dimension. Holding the two halves of a dragon, Silva squeezed, and they vanished to the same dimension as his sword. He would add them to his combat form later, gaining another two or three tons of mass, to be proportioned as he saw fit. Rak Dakar had arrived in the city earlier that day, and had been fattening his purse for the past few hours. The citizens all around him were in a panic, and thus, were careless and vulnerable to thieves. Ran would've never thought that a blue dragon attack could be so profitable to him! Suddenly, the commotion and panic around him subsided, replaced with a stunned silence. Ran turned around, witnessing a huge beast--nearly fifteen times the size of the dragon--cleave the winged monster in half! The dragon seemed to vanish into thin air, and the giant beast paused for a second. The citizens of the city burst into mixed expressions of emotion--some cheering gleefully, some screaming even more than they had at the dragon. Ran seemed to be the only quiet one. He was thinking deeply. I came in search of adventure, didn't I?he thought. And I certainly don't fear for my life. I think I'm going to follow that thing. What've I got to lose? Mind made up, Ran approached the monster quickly. He wasn't worried about being detected; he had a way of escaping people's notice (especially when in the midst of a crowded city, full of what looked like ants to the monster). He dashed for the beast's foot. Right as it began to lift its leg to take a massive forty-foot stride, he jumped for its heel and caught a pitch in its armor. Transforming his hands and feet into the claws of a warrant in order to better grip the thing's foot, he scrambled up the armor on its lower leg and settled into a comfortable, man-sized gap in the armor. The heat radiating off of the inside of the thing was almost unbearable, however; Ran made a mental note not to accidentally roll in close to the thing's skin. All that was left for Ran to do now was wait, see where the beast would take him, and hope that it wouldn't notice him any more than it would notice a speck of dirt. Serenity had fallen asleep on the couch and the man was gone. She had made him leave a few hours ago because he was being rude. She felt a pang in her left temple and looked on her map. A spot on the map was glowing, and she got everything ready and put her book bag on before she touched the spot and disappeared out of her house. She stayed perfectly still when she landed/appeared a few feet above the ground. She felt light-headed as always and a little off balance but soon after a few minutes she was running down the sidewalk to the commotion. She turned a corner just in time to see someone chop a dragon in half. Furthermore, she stood little dumbfounded and saw a man running towards the guy. Furthermore, she murdered something and followed silently. Furthermore, she saw him transform and she stopped again. This was getting a little more weird. Even for her. She looked at the giant and murdered a few words. She soon was floating off the ground and soon at eye level with the humanoid figure." What are you doing here?" It was a question to some but a demand to others. Silva rolled his massive shoulders and muttered a few arcane phrases in a language that had never been heard on this planet before. With that, he shrank instantly to his normal form. The small cat perched on Gunther's shoulder in the blink of an eye. The cat licked its paw and started to wash its ear as Gunther walked down the road. Ran uttered an exclamation of surprise as the monster whose heel he was perched on shrank to an average-looking human. Not even noticing the small housecoat nearby, he trotted after Gunther." That was incredible," Ran exclaimed to Gunther. "Pray tell, how did you manage to morph like that? What great power you have, slaying a dragon like that!" As Ran spoke, he sized up Gunther, trying to decide whether picking the person's pocket would be worth it. Silva let out a purr of amusement. Gunther laughed and held out his hand. The small cat leaped off his shoulder and into Gunther's hand. The cat's next leap brought it out into open air, where it was replaced by a handsome male human." Haha, aha, aha." The man was laughing. Gunther had joined in, and the two paused for a moment, looked at each other, and laughed again." I apologize" said Silva, "but my friend here is no more magical than a river rock. As you have probably guessed, I'm the one who killed that dragon. Most irksome really, but my battle form gained a few tons added to its armor, so no harm done. My name is Silva, this is Gunther." Perinatal landed in the courtyard of his ruined fortress den, the black smoke that was his calling card, came down with him and began gathering around the black dragon. For several minutes he just sat there, just thinking. What Had he just done?perinatal had just left Silas without killing the knight. He should have eaten the tin can, as his mother always said,"A knight makes up for 70 percent of the iron a dragon needs for continuous good health and growth!" But no he had not eaten the knight, he had set up an illusion (which the knight had fallen for) and then left him there alive and unharmed. That knight would probably carry on and alert the Guild to where Perinatal lived. Had he just put himself on a death sentence? The black dragon, shrugged, and slowly made his way back into the fortress and to his hoard. Sleep is what he needs, when he awoke, he'd decide his next plan of action. "How interesting," Ran said to Silva. "My name is Ran Dakar, seeker of adventure and acquirer of treasure. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, I know we just met, but after that brilliant display, I feel compelled to ask you something. Is there room in your party for one more adventurer?" Barium gazed upon the ruins of an ancient city, crumbling in the deep forests. He recalled its name. Shaw Vague. The landscape was once vastly different from what he saw now. Frowning, he noticed an ancient clock half-buried near a crumbling tower. His eyes widened slightly. "That's one of mine. I cannot recall much about this city though, to have warranted me visiting and having built one of my machines here." He was answered by a silent commentary. Inside his mind, another fragment of his awareness watched the group of humans inside False Rooted, as the ancient and recently reawakened K'chain Che'male drone headed up through the bowels of the ancient construct, the wires inside the abode glistening, slick with oil. Tahitian, She, Sane, Last, Tappet and Autos Havana wondered yet deeper into the ancient and almost abandoned city. The Shi'gal assassin hadn't been thorough enough when it had come to slaughtering the Che'male who had lost the war against an ancient enemy. Poor fools do not realize they are dead, and I am in little position to help, as I am bought but a ghost in my own mind, unable to do anything but watch. Icarium loosened his single-edged blade in its sheath, and continued through the ruins of the city. The Hag eventually navigated his way through the undergrowth, and the half buried streets. He navigated further through the forest, and soon entered a clearing. He could see a village ahead; though from the village a scent of burnt buildings and rotting corpses wafted in his direction. Sensing that few living things remained in the village, he deigned to head towards the settlement, and see what would come of his visit. Serenity was just sitting on top of the building now that the once dragon was sitting on and examined it. She could follow it if she wanted to, but was not in the mood having been ignored and a couple stones threw at her, she sat alone and numbly fingered a rock she was holding. She had nothing better to do so she said a few words and the creatures sent line appeared, and she made herself invisible and followed it floating in the sky. Furthermore, she knew she had a long way to go, but she didn't care and just followed the scent line. Unmoving from her sunken position as she floated along. Perinatal rolled over in his sleep, a ruby the size of a human's head clutched tightly in his claws. With a turn, the dragon fell from the top of his hoard onto the stone floor of his den. The dragon awoke, his dreams had been uneventful, and now he had a rude awakening by a stone-cold floor. Lovely!, Perinatal thought. The black dragon got onto his feet and off the ground, and began to sort out his hoard. If he didn't do this every so often, then Perinatal could find nothing when he wanted it. Silva shrugged, and Gunther stood quietly by his side." I don't see why not. I have no real plans to tell you the truth. Fight, love, live a bit." "Exactly! Not a better motto could be displayed upon the banner of a nobleman," exclaimed Ran. "So, where should we head off to first? I've got an idea or two for a good adventure, and I'm ready to leave whenever you are. Of course, you might be pretty exhausted from killing that dragon. If that's the case, I know an inn that we could stay in for the night. It's the kind of place that is more than happy to accommodate non-humans like us. But, of course, it's your call. Where to?" Serenity haven given up on the trail turned herself invisible since she was now out of the city, and she floated downward onto the ground and her feet lightly touched the ground. She was at the edge of a forest now and sighed. She walked in and hiked up many trails and jumped over or even scrambled under tree trunk.Finally, she found a nice tall tree, and she floated up all the way to the top and looked out. It was still bright out so she must have traveled faster than she had thought and then floated back down in search of food and water. Thorne walked into the small town of Fresh (IOC: best I could come up with) he was tired after many days of walking. He looked around, he had been hunting for a job for a while now and hoped a country town like this would have one, even if it wasn't a big reward. Thorne spotted what he was looking for and headed into the Tavern, taking a seat at the bar he ignored the looks he got from the locals, instead ordering a pint from the bartender. He'd ask questions later, a pint or two were well deserved now.

Monster's World(IC, CLOSED, SEE SIGN-UPS)|rating:3.0

To Starbound Skies and Ports Below (Avarice West & BaldurAnthology)

Gusty winds and dirty rain lashed at the port, creaking ropes and distressed canvas strained all around. Ships of all sizes lined every berth, gleaming Navy vessels in their azure and gold paint, glinting figureheads pointing their weapons into the dirty clouds, small fishing vessels clustered together on the lower berths closest to the waves which lashed at the piers, sweeping anyone unwary into their briny and caustic depths. Bodies scurried around under the sullen sky like ants in an upturned nest, a picture of pure chaos. Hawkers cried their wares, animals protested in cages or pens, stevedores getting about their business with hooks and sullen looks. The living stench of a port wafted around, spiced with the sizzle of food being cooked at cheap taverns all around the place. Upper dock areas, accessed with only the right papers and coinage... contained the finer ships. Luxury vessels, the vessels that only went through the sky and carried rich folk from here to there and fed them the rich things that poor people could never understand, fish eggs and bottom feeders and other things like that. A treasure trove to the right unscrupulous individuals who might prey upon such vessels during storms when nobody can hear their calls for help. One such individual climbed his way up a grimy greasy ladder at the lowest part of the port. A false foot thudded heavily upon the dock, hidden in one of a pair of well-worn but at one point very costly leather boots. The man grabbed what little gear he had in the small lifeboat he had used to force his way to port, then he let the line cast off, disposing of the useless and sinking rowboat. Through the sullen rain and fog, a glowing red light pierced through as this man looked around with a snarl across his face. From the lowest ports of the pier, through the smut and crowd he stomped... somehow his way was never impeded for long. Anger burned off this man like an inferno, none knew why it burned so bright but all knew to avoid him. They knew not who he was, but the bulky mechanical hand at his waist looked as though it could send you to the great beyond with little trouble. This man was once a great pirate, a merchant sailor, and one of the best engineers one could hope to meet. Now... he had naught but that which he carried upon his back. His name was Octavius Forge, and as much as it pained him, he would not make it in port for more than a few weeks without becoming even more broke than he was. The city life swirled around him, merchants selling spices, whores selling themselves, he ignored all of these as he stomped through the sodden brick streets. He knew somewhere in this city would be the cries he needed. Sure enough, within an hour he was sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair while some glasses wearing pencil pusher buttered him up with talk about his credentials, how wonderful his mechanical eye was, how ghastly the weather was. Most of this, Forge simply smiled and nodded at. Something the man was saying finally caught his attention and he tuned back in to hear, "... alas the only posting we have that would offer enough pay to an... established man such as your self...." Forge tuned out for a while more, then tuned back in to hear, "... The Eidolon.... new ship recently commissioned... needs a good engineer of your caliber.... with your registration of Captaincy we can also give you more pay... special title not seen on the books since a gel years ago... Captain of Engineering." Forge made his mark where the bespectacled man indicated, then collected his enlistment fee, the special medal that gave him the rights to access upper tiered docks, and something to attach to his jacket to indicate his ranking. The city streets once again flowed around him, the rain starting to thunder as the man walked with purpose. He knew not what port he had landed in, but he knew where he was headed. It mattered not where he was NOW, after all. What mattered was what was to come, and what he would do to the people when he got there. Stepping into an alley, he briefly took a tool out of his pocket and adjusted his mechanical eye, so the lights would be permanently red... he didn't need to be making friends on this ship... he would kill everyone if it meant him getting his own vessel back. Stepping back into the rain, quietly finishing off an adjustment to the clarity of his sight, he stowed away the tool. Dogs barked, merchants cried their wares, whores offered themselves, pickpockets took one look and found other targets. A staircase of the finest wood and gilt, conversations, arguments, apologizing clerks and finally Forge stood where his new life would begin. The wind whistled around the upper piers of the city, the dirty rain that was covering the city down below didn't seem to touch the rosewood and mahogany docks of the upper echelon, the Navy, or those who were more money than skill. A multiple masted ship stood at the end of the berth, gilded name across her stern and both her sides declared her as the "Eidolon". It made his heart pang somewhat... she was the same as his old vessel, perhaps a little shinier and less modified. A true stock vessel with all the gilt and gold still fresh. His Erasmus may not have been pretty, but she had done her job well she had. Presenting his papers, Forge made his way to the engine room, smiling as he touched what was basically the same engine as his old one. Of course, it couldn't hold a candle to his own engine... he had tweaked and perfected her over the years. Climbing up into the upper areas of the engine itself, he got to work fixing a few things that the stock vessel always got wrong... "Safety" modifications they made that never really were safe in the first place. He heard a distant cry of "CAPTAIN'S INSPECTION STAND TO ATTENTION YOU LAZY BILLETS!" He ignored it for the time being, distant shouts weren't his problem, as they were distant sounds, loud far off sounds that meant everyone's problem, therefore not MY problem. It wasn't until he heard a quiet cough from whatever clerk was working with the captain on inspection that he jumped his way from the top dark recesses of the engine room. His heavy false foot slammed into the deck, followed by his real one. He looked up slowly for maximum effect in the smoke and gloom as he worked on priming and optimizing the engines, His red eye glaring through the smoke next to his piercing blue real eye. A little bit of grease smut below his natural eye completed the illusion that the eye was practically demented and staring into your soul... a trick he had learned from a lass who had booked passage with his old vessel and told him dark colors around blue eyes were bad cause it made you look insane. HE advanced menacingly on the people now intruding in his engine room, Holding out a hand that glowed with molten plasma. Looking down, he clapped himself on the head, then he flicked his mechanical wrist. In a hurried motion and clatter, the mechanical hand was back, and he stood at attention... a little act he had perfected with people. A threat, then the act that he was just some cheerful and forgetful engineer with a robotic hand... always left people thinking he was dangerous, then just one of the guys. He put on his friendliest tone and cheerfully boomed, "Sorry about' that, Forget me own head if it weren't bolted on so tight! Captain of Engineering Octavius Reginald Forge at yer service mate." Three entered the engine room, the captain, the clerk, and the quartermaster. The eldest and most authoritative looking of the gentleman, the one most likely to bellow at bilge rats, was well past 50 without a single strand of hair on his crown, in stark contrast to the dense gray carpet upon his chin. He wore a red naval coat, ancient and tatty, with only one brass button fastened that looked likely to pop at any moment spilling forth the man's ample belly. Following close behind came a slender serious looking gentleman in his late twenties with a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. His clothing was simple, tidy, and practical, all gray and black. He held a log book and an ink pen at the ready. Lagging near the rear came a distracted youth, nose buried in some document or other. His chin and cheeks were as bald as the first fellow's head, and were of such a preposterous shade of pink as to make it obvious that he'd rouged them. Golden curls framed his face and fell down past his shoulders, and he was dressed in a lavender frock coat and cream-colored ruff that was already turning dingy from the soot in the engine room. Despite unfavorable odds the swarthy former captain, extended his plasma hand in the direction of the ship's true captain, but alas his skillfully performed act of intimidation was entirely lost on the odd young man, who had glanced in the proper direction, but had quite failed to seethe man standing in front of him. The younger man's eyes were focused back on the document before the Captain of Engineering had even begun to utter his introduction."...if it weren't bolted on so tight! Captain of Engineering Octavius Reginald Forge at yer service mate."" Oh! That is a good one! Octavius Forge! The legendary captain, here on my ship?" The young captain chuckled heartily. "That would be brilliant! Cod, get on the horn, see if he's available, will you? Whoever this fellow is couldn't hold a candle I should think!" The portly quartermaster cleared his throat loudly and rocked forward and back on his heels. The clerk looked at the swarthy former captain with a horrified expression and nudged the captain with his elbow, urging him to look up again. The Captain complied still bearing a wily grin. He looked first at his clerk and then at Octavius. Recognition dawned slowly, taking a full minute or more, before finally resolving in the form of a nervous giggle. "Good god... you really are... you..." Only hours before Captain Dane Meredith had been convinced that nothing on earth, sea or sky could ever be as captivating as his new ship, The Eidolon. He might've maintained that opinion for at least a fortnight had he not found himself gazing into the mad blue eye, of a true legend, a man whose likeness had been sketched in many a Penny Dreadful, though none managed to capture the pure acoustic magnetism of the man himself. Dane would have swooned on the spot if he didn't have a reputation to uphold... or rather... to build up out of abject obscurity. He did his best to play it cool, holding back the gush of questions, complements, and declarations of adoration that rattled about in his addled brain, and instead belated accepted the man's offered hand. "Glad to have you on board... I'm umm... the captain... Captain Dane Meredith. This is my quartermaster, Codger Pratchett, and my umm... clerk... Tristan Merriweather. Is everything in order down here for our departure?" Octavius tuned out whatever the boy of a captain had been saying because a flicker of movement on the engine board caught his eye. He turned away from the Captain, his clerk and the fatso to stare at a gauge which was now going ballistic. He tapped it once or twice to make sure it wasn't just stuck or faulty, then looked towards the captain, saw something weird about the pipe he was standing beside, and then zoomed in with his mechanical eye. Furthermore, he could see a corroded stamp on one side and grimaced.... Whoever had built his engine had probably run out of type four pipes, which were much more expensive but also far more safe, and had clearly used a type two for that specific pipe. Unfortunately, type twos as they aged became more and more unsafe to run pressurized steam through. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the captain with his metal arm and threw him into the fat quartermaster for a soft landing, mere seconds afterward a seal burst on the pipe and a blast of superheated pressurized steam blasted into the engine room. Octavius unleashed a torrent of curses that came from years of experience upon the skies and what lay below, and quickly turned his mechanical hand into a variant that could handle higher temperatures. Gripping the now glowing release valve, he forced the valve open to divert the pressure, then using his plasma welder he patched the crack in the second hand line to get rid of the steam. A soft link sound behind him made him turn, where he saw some tin decorative plating on one of the bulkheads now had a perfectly round hole blasted through it, and also the pewter mug with his coffee in it now leaked onto the floor. Scowling at the loss of his mug, which he had had since he joined his first crew, Octavius rounded on the Captain and his handlers. He had planned to unleash a torrent of curses upon the man, yell at him for being a bloody idiot not having the engine inspected before taking it out of dry-dock, ask him if he wanted to get himself killed by cheating out on engines etc. However, Octavius decided to use the man's obvious infatuation towards him to his advantage, acting almost fatherly towards the man. He picked the Captain up and brushed him off a bit, turning his anger into an almost dangerous croon as he tutted and fussed about the man having to be tossed in order to keep him alive. He used this tone to manipulate the Captain... leave him feeling like he in some way owed Octavius, possibly securing himself at LEAST a new coffee mug... possibly one made of something better, perhaps some extra sugar rations for his drink. Furthermore, he completely ignored the spluttering fat man, or the clerk who stood out so little he could practically be mistaken for a hat rack. Another man wandered over and joined them... Octavius's second in command, Second Engineer Al Hobbs. He nudged the elderly fat quartermaster and offered him a smoke with a snigger, stealthily "accidentally" acquiring some of the fat man's coins from his pocket as he did so. While Al had never served on one of Octavius's ships before, he came from a long line of petty criminals and thieves. One somehow ending up working for the city guard in the past, well known for "doors accidentally coming open in his hand like". As he stealthily pocketed the pilfered coins, he took a drag on a foul roll-up of his own, sniggering as Octavius both made it seem like the captain was precious, and a complete and bumbling idiot... in the same tone, all of it coming across almost like flirting. He knew that this voyage would be interesting... especially since his captain had told him to watch out for Octavius in the first place. His captain had told him that a friend of his had stolen Octavius's ship... and a bunch of other pirates and pirate lords were placing bets on how fast it would take for Octavius to catch up... so far, Al's captain was in the lead... he'd already gotten a position on a ship. Al sidled away when it became clear he had filched all he could from the quartermaster and that the man wasn't really interested in a drag on his smoke... whether that be because he isn't a smoker or that he liked the fancy officer smokers he had no idea. All he knew was, this looked like it was going to be interesting. Behind him, Octavius tutted about the Engine to the captain, "Going to take me at least an hour and a half to get the pressure back up... whoever used number twos to run that steam line I'd love to shove it... eh pardon the language Cap'n just a bit of a joke... now uh... Know it's the first day on the job an all but... could I be gettin' a new mug for my tea and the like? Seems mine has a hole in it...generous and handsome Cap'n like herself surely has an extra mug layin' about for a man with one eye one foot and one arm have a cuppa on a cold night?" He crooned softly, making sure to emphasize his praises, making it seem like a good man like him would at least replace the mug much less some other kind of reward... Also buying himself more time to get some of the engine work repaired. Truth be told it would only take about half an hour to re=pressurize the engine for takeoff. But he wanted to run through a few of the lines just to make sure none of them were cheaper out on too. The whistle of steam and the unexpected momentum from being tossed disoriented Dane. He collided with Codger who, stalwart as he was, caught the captain and held him fast against his ample frame, until the young man was plucked away again by the burly engineer, who dusted him off and cooed over him. While Dane felt that on some level he did owe gratitude to the famous man for his quick action, he was far too shaken by his near miss with steam hot enough to melt through pewter, to focus fully on the words that were being said to him. Only one thought stood clear in Dane's mind: he had very nearly been killed by the brand-new ship that his father had paid top dollar for. The captain stared sternly into the striking blue eye, of the very attractive man before him, more than a little put off that this man seemed more interested in flirting and replacing a coffee mug, than he was in addressing the unsatisfactory condition of the steam engine and piping that had been improperly installed on the ship that was meant be their home and their livelihood for months if not years to come. Dane spoke with forceful command, "Mr. Forge, shut down that engine at once! Tristan, get me Chiron Lockheed on the wire. We will not be leaving dock until every inch of piping on this ship has been inspected top to bottom, and I have complete satisfaction from the Lockheed corporation!" Captain Meredith had a distinct lack of experience with combat and wayfaring, but demanding recompense for a shoddy product, fit perfectly within his wheelhouse." Yes sir, Captain!" Tristan said, a slight flutter in his voice. It wasn't often that the clerk heard his old school friend raise his voice, or behave in an authoritative manner, but Tristan loved it every time it happened. He exited swiftly to begin the long process of navigating past secretaries and clerks until he got the big man himself on the horn. This would require throwing around the name Thomas Meredith more than a few times. Dane's father was the one who had paid for the ship, and was also the one who could ruin the Lockheed name for the shoddy craftsmanship that had nearly killed his only son. Tristan loved wielding powerful names like they were weapons. His own family was of moderate wealth and middling importance. Vicarious power was the only sort he was ever likely to know, so he made the most of it. Codger declined the cigar and moved to inspect the damaged pipe. It was only upon glancing back at the cretinous little man that that Codger realized his pockets had been picked. Knowing full well the sort of miscreants and low lives he'd hired to man The Eidolon, he had dusted the coins in his pocked with red pigment designed to stain the skin, and sure enough he'd caught a thief, literally red-handed. He grabbed the skeezy man by the collar and pulled him over by force. Cod was a fat man, and past his prime, but he was not frail. There was still power in the old fellow. "What's your name lad? You ain't one of my boys, so you must be one of them sent over from the agency. I'll give you thirty-five seconds to convince me why I shouldn't give you the sack this instant." Al Hobbs sniggered yet again, knowing that without illegally searching his pockets the fat quartermaster didn't really have any way to prove that the coins in his pockets were stolen, even with the powder if he had something that offered reasonable doubt, the old fatso had to let him go. Fortunately, being a Hobbs... he had plenty of skin ailments to call upon. Lifting a bottle from his pocket, he showed a bottle of ointment for the sores he frequently got on his hands... it also made a good burn cure but was known for leaving the skin a very vivid red for some time afterward. Grinning a crooked smile, Hobbs simpered ever so slightly and replied to the fat quartermaster's demand for a reason not to be thrown off the ship." I say, is it a crime to be afflicted with sores and burns when workin' in an engine room now? I have this bottle of ointment I'm supposed to put on, regular like. See it's got my name on it, 'Al Hobbs' is me name you see... tends to leave the skin dyed red for a time due to the extra Herbs and such in it is does... is it a crime now to be needing a tincture in this day and age?" The grin remained fixed upon his face... without an illegal search of his pockets, that dye on the hands meant nothing if there was probable cause. You didn't stay a pickpocket and a pirate in this day and age without some form of backup plan. As someone barely even human he had tinctures and ointments that could make your hands any common dye colors that someone might coat their coins with. In his head, he chuckled... Checkmate, fat ass... put me down now... He thought to himself, confident in his victory and the successful pilfering of enough coin to get some better quality baccy. Octavius scowled as the Captain turned his back to yell at his clerk to get some bigwig on the horn. This wasn't exactly according to how it should have gone in his head. However, he could still make it work. He pulled the Captain close and commented in a low voice, "Being honest, here cap'n... was going to bring up the engines in private instead of yellin' at yer in front of your men. Don't want to embarrass ye none. The problem is at least one Number Two Crippled... they're an old but mostly serviceable pipe that becomes unreliable as it ages. Not sure how one ended up on a new ship... probably an older one got broken down for parts and reused. Regardless, I can have the engine at least operational within half an hour. Peak Performance in an hour and a half. However, if ye DO want me to depressurize the entire engine for full inspection it's going to set us at least a day behind schedule. .lots of pipes in an engine." He gave the captain a blue-eyed stare for a second, then sighed as he heard the clerk hurrying away to get on the horn. "Depressurize it is I guess..." He turned towards the fat ass and Hobbs, grabbing the scrawny man and tossing him in the direction of a hatch in the floor, bellowing at him."SECOND ENGINEER HOBBS YOU SCRAWNY LITTLE BASTARD GET HERSELF DOWN THAT HATCH ON THE DOUBLE! Decouple three through twelve and vent all pressure from thirteen to twenty! I'll handle the board, we need this thing depressurized and drained to check for faulty pipes! Move it yer bastard or ye be scrubbing the engine out with yer toothbrush!" While Hobbs wasn't happy being tossed, he grinned as this combined with his ointment meant he would likely get off Scott free being a pickpocket. He gave a clumsy and half-assed salute, then scurried down the hatch into the bowels of the ship to begin decoupling and shunting and all the other things that normally should have been finished while the ship was still in dry dock. At least he knew he was safe down here... that codger would get stuck if he tried to fit through the tubes. As far as first days on new jobs were concerned Dane couldn't imagine his first day as a pirate captain going any worse than this. Not only did his ship have serious flaws in its workings, not only had he nearly lost his life because of this, the man that he depended upon to get the ship in shape for travel appeared to be openly mocking him, making a joke of his authority." Being honest, here cap'n... was going to bring up the engines in private instead of yellin' at yer in front of your men. Don't want to embarrass ye none." Dane was clever, and more savvy in awkward situations than most. It didn't take much effort to put together that his most infamous crew member was testing him. Firstly, employees didn't yell at their employers for any reason without expecting to get sacked, and a crew member on a pirate vessel should expect a great deal more than that in retaliation for yelling at their Captain. Secondly, it was the engineers job to inspect the engine and run diagnostic tests in preparation for the voyage, not the Captain's. Rather than firing up the engine carelessly, and risking the life of Captain and crew, he should have given a full report on any problems with the piping and waited for further instruction. Instead of owning up to his mistakes and taking responsibility, he was looking to shift the blame up the ranks to the Captain himself. Furthermore, he didn't actually yell at the Captain, but instead announced proudly that he didn't yell at the Captain. In a roundabout way the man seemed to be saying, I don't see you as any sort of authority. I'm going to do what I like, neglect my responsibilities, and leave you the blame. Within that same seemingly innocuous comment was the implied threat, I can embarrass you and make you look bad. Dane glanced at Cod to see if he had caught the comment, but Cod was distracted with a low ranking grease monkey. The Captain was on his own in addressing this prelude to planned insubordination. Dane puzzled over how best to respond. Shouting or huffing about would do no good, and might make him appear weak and insecure. If Forge needed to be replaced before leaving dock it would be better to handle such things quietly. In a fit of sudden inspiration Dane clapped Forge's back with a good-natured chuckle, interrupting the technical description of whatever had gone wrong with the pipes. "Yell at me? Ha ha ho! That's a riot! Best joke I've heard all day." Dane gave him a wink and a wicked smile. "Good thing for you that you decided not to embarrass me. It would have been a shame to have to flog you in front of everyone right after you saved my life. Going forward, I expect such heroics won't be necessary. I trust you will correct the general negligence of the engineering crew and ensure proper inspection and testing of all systems henceforth." Dane stood by looking dignified as he watched Forge relay the command to shut down the engine, and send Cod's little stain down a hatch. Cod came to stand beside his Captain cracking his knuckles, obviously annoyed. Once Forge finished verbally abusing his subordinate Dane gestured for him to follow him out of the engine room and into the empty corridor beyond. He did not wish for the crew to hear this next bit of conversation. Only the quartermaster came along to hear. "Let there be no misunderstanding Mr. Forge, the engine, its maintenance and repair are your responsibility top to bottom. I'm willing to trust your judgment and capabilities, but I am the Captain of this vessel and I will brook no insubordination. I know you by reputation to be a hard man and a frightening one, but I have no intention of being treated as a sap on my own ship. You do not frighten me, and if you feel you cannot take orders from a man younger and less experienced than yourself, you should save us both a great deal of trouble by tending your resignation post-haste." Octavius raised an eyebrow, then straightened up to his full height, standing almost a full head taller than Dane. In his mind, the boy was nothing... a whelp playing pirate with his daddy's money, not really fit to lead. However, he would need to keep that opinion close to his chest, at least for the time being. Allowing out a portion of his real voice, instead of the false cheer he had been using prior, Octavius decided it was probably a good idea to mollify the boy, at least for the time being. He would make it seem like all he was after was some sort of shiny mug, a bit more respectful tone. But otherwise was a loyal friend who would see this boy through his first Captaincy that wasn't on a chalkboard or a war game, bide his time, then take what he wanted when the time came. Clearing his throat before speaking, he fixed the ol' hard eyeball on Dane, which could be taken as a sign of a commanding presence, or just the person giving the ol' hard eyeball til I figure out how to deal with what you just said... a common tactic among sailors, cops... many professions." First thing I'd like to address with ye, cap, is that I was in the middle of that inspection when ye came and made me come down from what I was doing to address ye and yer quartermaster over there and the pencil pusher. Don't blame me for my inspection not being completed yet when I had to stand around making pleasantries instead of workin'." He paused for a moment, ensuring nothing could be construed as a power struggle. He wanted the Captain boy to think he was his friend. At least for now. Someone who could show him the ropes and be called on for his experience. He crunched the knuckles on his still organic hand, stretching them out a bit to ease a pain, a scar clearly visible where he'd been stabbed at some point. Returning to his discussion, he spoke once again." Firstly, I'm a Captain who has earned his way to captaincy through years of scrapin' and hard work. Lost me foot in an attack my first week out I did. My arm I lost keeping me old captain's ship in the sky nearly at the cost of me own life, and this eye... well. Let's just say steam ain't always friendly. I'm not lookin' fer some chest beatin' power struggle none. I'm a valuable asset if I have what I want..." He made it seem like he was going to ask for some huge thing. Like a pay rise or a better cabin or something. A grin crossed his scarred face, and he finished." Replace me tea mug, give me better pipe tobacco and treat me with the respect I've earned as one who earned his way up..... okay maybe one of them fancy soft pillows for me bunk too. Not too big of an ask fer the knowledge I have in this banged up ol' head, eh?" He chuckled, clambering up on top of the engine to release a few clamps, then jumped down to open a panel beside the Captain. Flicking a few switches inside, he started to turn a crank, opening up a hatch on the bottom of the ship. He flicked one more switch and slammed the panel shut. He patted the Captain on the shoulder once or twice before finishing the engine decoupling. As he stood on the now sinking engine, he grinned when he reached the Captain's height again." Ye'll make a good Captain once ye learn it's not all the same as them books show. The old sailors beat their chest and establish dominance but are usually pretty happy with a fancy title, a nicer smoke and a better tot of rum than the other crew. Ye got potential boy... a good ship. Keep me on staff, and I'll make her fly like ye never seen before. I'll show ye ways to fly her that no book could ever teach ye, and I'll show ye where to find the nicest wenches in the sky." He laughed a full belly laugh, nudging the boy conspiratorially as he sank out of sight shouting."SECOND ENGINEER HOBBS YE SCURVY BASTARD GET YER Ass IN GEAR OR YE'LL BE PUTTING THE ENGINE BACK TOGETHER DANGLING FROM YER ANKLE!" Second engineer Hobbs scurried out of wherever he'd been hiding and hopped down out the hatch, giving a lazy salute to the Captain as he walked past. It was better for him not to get on Octavius's shit list... especially when he knew he wasn't just some old sailor wanting a nice pillow and a teacup and some shiny pip on his collar for his loyalty. He was clearly planning something... something Dane with his daddy's money captaincy... would never be able to see. It took a screw as twisty as a Hobbs to walk through a corkscrew without bending over... and the right implications and tones would take an old man far. It was true, he was the best that Dane could hope to get... and his concessions were carefully tailored to seem trivial to a new Captain. Hobbs sniggered as he sidled off to find somewhere to smoke one of his foul rolled up cigarettes...and if he could send a quick telegram to his own Captain, who was currently in the lead of the betting pool. Dane's expression softened slightly. "My entire intention is to learn while leading. I can appreciate that by the time you became a captain you were a man of many talents. You knew the engines. You knew piloting. Furthermore, you knew the in and outs of your particular crew. I have come to leadership without crawling my way up from the bottom. I'm from inherited wealth, and lack the practical experience necessary to make expert calls in all areas. Furthermore, I've hired an experienced pilot, and an experienced navigator, and I have Cod here as my quartermaster. He's a good friend with years both serving in the Patrician's navy, and on board some less savory expeditions, but Cod isn't an engines man. Your expertise is vital to the success of our enterprise, and that is precisely why I have such concern regarding the nature of your ambitions. Captain of engineering is a fancy title true, but are you content with that truly? That and some paltry benefits? If so you may have what you like, put in your requisition with Tristan and he will issue the requested items. I wonder though if you wouldn't be more content running your own ship." Dane looked over at Cod. "Wasn't there a vessel setting out of Port Smythe in need of a Captain?" Cod nodded, "Aye lad, "The Donna Blintz," an older vessel, mercantile ship. Barnaby Abernathy acquired a privateering commission and meant to send Ol' Donna out in the hopes of making some additional profits off the lass now that she's no longer considered reliable enough for hauling cargo. He'd hired on a Captain by the name us Allies Rook, but the fellow was killed over a gambling debt, and The Donna is still sitting at port. The pay is 40 percent of the haul, with 10 percent going to Abernathy, and 50 percent divided among the crew. Any perks or bonuses to crew members would come out of the Captain's share of profits. If you were looking for a salaried position. You might be interested to know that I turned down an offer of quartermaster just yesterday from the management of Air Up there. Not as good a salary as your post here, but it would put nearer to command. Would make you a company man though, and under a seasoned Captain, with a chance to earn a Captain's position for yourself in a year or two. But I think I'm getting the gist of Captain Meredith's concern. Seems like the biggest draw for a man such as yourself on a vessel such as this, wouldn't be the money or the perks, but rather the chance to make off with a fine new vessel, expecting of course that the Captain is too much of a fool to hold onto power once we were off at sea."" Now stop that, Cod," Dane scolded, "There's no reason to accuse an honorable member of the crew with intent to mutiny. I'm sure that Mr. Forge only wants to take advantage of the best opportunities available in the present market... and I also feel quite confident in my ability to keep my crew content." Dane smiled politely at the grim faced man, willfully ignoring his hard looks and intimidating proximity." Let me remind you lad," Cod said in a restrained tone, "That you hired me to help make personnel decisions, and I don't mean to mislead you, not on the matter of Mr. Forge, or on any other matter."" Noted," said Dane. "I'm wondering if we might come to a somewhat novel arrangement between the three of us. I could use the advice and expertise of a seasoned captain, and I also need a knowledgeable engineer on the Eidolon. I don't see any reason why we might not make ourselves into a fleet. Two ships are better than one, and two Captains on the same vessel is bound to grow into an uncomfortable arrangement at some point. How would you feel about Captaining The Donna, while serving as a salaried advisor to The Eidolon? I can hire on another engineer in Port Smythe, to keep things running smoothly here, as The Donna will likely need a good deal more attention than the Eidolon. On the matter of income, I can afford to go without profits for a time, so you may claim the bounty from the first three ships we take, and I will count those as valuable opportunities to learn from the best. After that we will either renegotiate the division of booty, or go our separate ways. What say you... Captain?" Dane was curious to hear the other man's response. It wasn't his intention to offend, but like Codger, he also saw Forge as a potential threat, and felt he would sleep easier knowing the burly man was at a safe distance on another vessel. Dane had dealt with his fair share of bullies and thugs during his school days. His course was to offer them everything they wanted, while never giving the impression that he had lost anything at all. They quickly learned they gained more benefits by befriending Dane than by harassing him. Many a rough lad had become a dear friend through the implementation of such tactics. Two had even joined his crew here on The Eidolon. Leadership, as far as Dane could tell, was all about leverage. Keep everyone as happy as possible, keep their bellies and their pockets full, and in the end this will translate into loyalty and good work all around. There was only one deep concern that lingered in Dane's mind. Dane knew only the most basic rudiments of engineering. He could if needed to run an engine diagnostic, though he would certainly need to compare the results with the specs in the handbook. He couldn't eyeball that sort of thing, nor did he have the specs for this engine memorized... but he knew enough to know that this sort of testing is performed with the engine at reduced power, 30% to 50%. This was a brand-new ship, and should have been run through those same tests in dry dock, and also should have been test run for both sky and sea performance by the manufacturers. This would have required the engine system to be fully pressurized. If a pipe was going to blow it should have blown then. How was it possible that the pipe had blown at half power? How was it that this experienced engineer was not phased by this most unnatural of occurrences? Dane's initial response had been to assume the manufacturers were to blame. Perhaps they neglected to test the engine. Perhaps his ship had been built with shoddy parts? But the more he thought about it the less likely this seemed. Lockheed was a respectable company, and his father was a respectable customer. It was costly to cut corners in such a way. It crossed Dane's mind that there may be some intentional sabotage involved. He did not intend to lay any accusations without proof. Instead, he looked ahead to what the Lockheed Company might have to say, and also intended to inquire with dock security to find out if anyone had accessed the ship during the night. It would take time and tools to replace a new pipe with an old one, but not necessarily a great deal of expertise. Anyone might be guilty if evidence of sabotage were found. Octavius climbed up a ladder from the inspection dry-dock below the berthing, since some urchin had filched the toolbox he needed. He knew they came standard on most ships, and with a ship this new it was likely still in place and fully stocked. He would just need to find it, as not every shipwright put it in the same cupboard. As he climbed up and began opening and shutting hatches, he tuned in briefly to the boy and the fat ass talking to hear them asking him about some other ship he could have had captaincy of, and his motives for taking the posting he did. Not....good... He thought to himself, pondering the question for a moment as he searched for the needed toolbox, certain that if he tried a pity approach it might raise more suspicions than the truth. However, the truth did not always have to be entirely the truth... and a good captain always knew how to use proper doublespeak when needed. Say the truth, but not exactly the TRUTH so to speak. He dragged the toolbox he needed out of a cupboard with a triumphant noise, then shut the door. Setting the toolbox near the hatch, he decided a form of the truth would be required. Without a trace of mirth in his tone, no jolliness or friendly captain remained as he told a modified, version of the truth." Aye... lad. I saw that posting was available, it was one of the dossiers the recruiter showed me. Even came with first class passage to Smythe to take it. That ship wasn't worth the metal it's built from. The hull was rusted the engine was a joke and the top speed in the air would get passed by a Fly it would." Referring to a personal aircraft they used to get children used to the sensation of flight, they barely left the ground and could be passed by power walking. Rubbing the back of his neck, he continued." I picked the Eidolon because it was one of the few ships with a posting that would actually allow me to catch that what I'm hunting. I used to own a ship of me own, the Erasmus. A little while ago, a scurvy laggard said he and his crew were sick and wounded and out of supply. Me, showin' them mercy, let them board and treated and fed them. I woke up to me own ship being stolen and me left in a longboat forced to hope I'd find a shore before the boat was eaten by the sea. Now... I got no illusions about getting me ship back. But the listing said ye were hunting pirates. I'd rather see the Erasmus destroyed than in the hand of some pirate scum who violates Parlay. Ye help me either take back or take down me old ship and ye'll have a loyal engineer true enough, although I might end up retiring after." He laughed, thumping a hand over his metal arm and then indicating his metal foot. "Think I've given enough already." He picked up the toolbox and attached it to a winch, lowering the box down to the inspection dry-dock below, usually used only for emergency repairs or to check for smuggler hatches, but he would have to make do and use it to check for any other shoddy pipes. He climbed down the ladder, waving a hand at the fat ass and the boy. "IF ye'll excuse me, I got work to do. I'll leave a list of me demands with yer mate there, need to replace my effects after all." He dropped out of sight and got to work, checking over every pipe and gasket, cursing about the absent second engineer Hobbs. For some reason, the name was bugging him... he was certain he'd heard it before somewhere else, but for the life of him he wasn't able to figure out where. He discovered exactly three parts that could have blown during a flight. Making a note of them, he climbed back up to the ship and looked for the engineer requisition forms that young captains always seemed to insist on using. His old quartermaster would have just got the stuff you needed, no form no list just we need x here's x. He scowled as he sharpened a pencil with a knife, then penciled in a requisition for the parts he required, a nice pillow, a new tea mug, a new sword, a new pistol, as well as a few more pencils just for the sake of it. Might as well make that fat ass get a few extra laps around town to lose some weight. He suspected the man didn't like him, and the feeling was mutual. He was starting to get in the way, but he would have to bide his time. Nothing could happen to anyone yet... it would look too suspicious. The crew wouldn't obey him anyway, at least not now. Stomping his way along the corridor, he left the requisition form in the basket on the quartermaster's office and headed off to the galley to see about something to eat. He knew it would take time to get the parts he needed to put the engine back together, so with nothing to do he did what all older sailors, or police, inevitably ended up doing... jumped around the door of the kitchen looking for extra food and beer. Fortunately, he hit a spot of luck, and the ship's cook was someone who used to serve with him on a previous ship. The two reminisced about some old fights, then the cook conspiratorially tapped the side of his nose, sneakily handing Octavius a bottle of decent liquor, some fresh bread and a decent chunk of salt beef for his troubles. Grinning with his acquired goods, Octavius scurried off to nibble them in the safety of his engine room.

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Cipher Pol - IC Thread

(General Maurice Geolocation: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Moses Time: 9:00amThe General looked out at the beauty surrounding him; the deep dark ocean filled with exotic life that the average Joe would never lay his eyes on. He couldn't help but smile just a bit in solitude as he sipped his morning tea. But for a man in his position, moments like these were few and far between. So he took what he could get. After the moment had passed, he took another sip and looked through the files scattered across his desk. Several agents and one rookie. All of them had potential for the mission that came across his desk not an hour ago. Narrowing his eyes at their newest recruit, he found himself nodding in admiration of his skills and even more at the powers the young man possessed. He hadn't seen a psychic with his potential in decades. Holding his hand up for a few moments caused a holographic keyboard and screen to pop up, and the General typed a few things in before pressing a button on the screen. "This is General Eager. Find Price and send him to my office. I want to discuss some things with him before the mission briefing. I need to know he's ready for this." He got a confirmation and signed off, then leaned back and waited.(Moses Price Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: General Overtime: 9:10am"30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35." Moses was at the moment upside down in a handstand, doing a very extreme version of inverted push-ups. His powers let him be so much more creative when exercising that often times he didn't even need weights. He could use his own body weight. He was at 40 when a woman walked into the gym and directly over to him. Looking up at her, he sighed as he pushed up one last time and into the air, then flipped and landed on his feet. He picked up his towel and wiped the sweat off of his forehead and bare upper body. He didn't know what was going on, so he just looked at the messenger. "Moses Price, correct?" The woman asked as she stood professionally. ’S'right. I'm Moses. What can I do for you?" One of the things he liked about Cipher Pol since they'd brought him in was how relaxed things were in comparison to normal military. Not a lot of shouting and yes drill sergeant yelling BS." The General has requested you in his office. He has a few things he wants to discuss with you." He nodded, not quite worried but wondering exactly what General Eager could want with him. Furthermore, he'd only seen the man once or twice, and he'd never talked to him. Well he wouldn't know until he went. "Right then. Guess I need a quick rinse before I grace the General with my presence. Give me five, and I'll be right on, yeah?" She nodded and walked off, informing the General that he'd be on his way soon. Sighing again, Moses downed the rest of his water and jogged to the showers. His wash off was really quick, but he was thorough and got clean in a hurry. And once he stepped out of the shower, flames appeared around him and the heat got him dry in a few seconds. He got dressed and found his way to Eager's office after that, knocking and coming in after the voice inside gave him permission. Stopping on the other side of the desk, he nodded to the older man across from him and sat down. "Mornin', General."(General Maurice Geolocation: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Moses Time: 9:10am"General, Moses said he'll be there shortly. He just wants to shower beforehand." "Understood," Eager said before clicking off the comm. It took maybe seven or eight minutes for Price to show up, but once he did Eager waved him in and gestured for him to take a seat. The young man bid him good morning, and he returned it before getting right down to business." Moses Price. Age eighteen. British and American dual citizen. Underground Prize Fighting Champion...undefeated. Marine training from your father. Shows a high level of ingenuity and adaptability in stressful situations. Understanding that sometimes people must do hard things to help those in need. Possesses a wide range of psychic abilities." He threw Moses' file across the desk and inside it held all the information they'd collected on him. It had a decent number of pages within as well, as Cipher Pol always did their homework. "You're probably wondering why I called you here this morning, Moses. Well I'll tell you. While you are a new recruit, and still veryveryraw, I've always prided myself on being able to see potential. And in you, I see a lot. Tea?" Moses accepted and Eager poured him a cup." Straight to the point, son. You've already had military training prior to us, and you've acclimated pretty well. Beyond that, you've seen enough things that I have no doubt you can handle live combat." He looked at him for a reaction before continuing. "There's a mission briefing in twenty minutes in War Room A1. Be there. Dismissed."(Moses Price Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: General Overtime: 9:10amAs the General spoke, and after he got the tea, he struggled to keep the smile off of his face. The most he allowed was a thin smirk to lift his lip ever so slightly. He was getting put on active field duty. Finally! He'd been training for what felt like forever, and now he was finally allowed to get out in the field. He knew that meant hurting people and killing them. But his dad had done the same thing and served his country proudly. Moses would be getting the chance to serve the world and keep everybody safe. The feeling was a bit exhilarating, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited. Eager finished by telling him about the briefing in 20 minutes, and of course he'd show up. "Thank you, sir. I'll do my best." Standing up, he downed the rest of his tea, nodded to the General and left. He wondered just what mission he'd go on and if it was a solo gig or a squad mission? Either way he was just happy to finally see some action. With a grin on his face, he walked down the hall to change clothes and prepare. (Jaeger (Asoka TACAN)Location: Many miles east of Baal beck, Syria… somewhere in the mountains Tagging: Anytime: Sunset, local time The sun had begun its descent towards the distant horizon in Syria. The temperature was around 70F, it had been a fairly hot day. The mountains, however, well in their presence one felt colder. In the valley of this particular mountain range lies a small camp, one that has been here only a few months. It looks like some kind of combat camp, or perhaps a training camp. Gun ranges strewn along its edges, training dummies set up sparsely. Only a few real buildings, the rest tents. And a trail leading into a nearby cave, that is used for weapon storage and getaways. Just in case. The camp belongs to a terrorist organization known as the al-Nusra Front, and it’s used for basic training and education of their people for their holy destinies. The group had been quiet for a number of years, until it was reorganized by one Abu Mohammad AL-Joulani. And in that time, it has pulled off bombings in the United Kingdom and Syria. It’s made a small name for itself, not nearly as big as ISIS or the like, but still on some radars. Including the person who hired a young girl to kill its leader. And that’s what brings Jaeger to this part of the world. Her real name isn’t Jaeger, of course. But it’s the name she uses when she is on the job. And she is most definitely on the job. She’s only been a mercenary for a few years, but she has made a name for herself. She has an uncanny ability to find her prey and take them out before anyone even realizes she was there. At this moment she finds herself elevated above the training camp, moving amongst the rocks carefully. The scarf she wears sways with the gentle breezes passing against her, and the metal of her rifle shimmers slightly with the setting sun. The rifle she carries is nearly as long as she is tall, but she handles it fairly easily, holding it slung against her shoulder. She keeps the camp in her vision as she moves silently, looking for the perfect spot to work from. Looking for her first ‘nest’. Indigo eyes shimmer as she watches the camp, a small scowl on her lips. It’s all business now. The international community has never had enough evidence to bring up any sort of charges or accuse Abu Mohammad, but he’s on dozens of watch lists. Which wasn’t satisfactory for Jaeger’s employer. She doesn’t need a warrant or justification, all she needs is a target and cash. The rest she’ll leave to the politicians and history.(gun she carries is one she acquired when she first went into the mercenary trade from her mentor. It’s the PGM Hectare II with a custom scope. An anti-material gun, meaning it’s meant for destroying ordinance from a long range, or destroying equipment…. Or destroying people. Most snipers like to use quiet guns, but Jaeger feels comfortable with this one. And she hasn’t failed to kill a target yet. And that she can thank in part to her… abilities. Abilities that she has only shared with her mentor. Jaeger comes to a small slope now overlooking the camp… and she’s about a mile away from the far perimeter of the camp. Unless someone was really looking, no way they would see her. Well, they wouldn’t see her anyway if they were really looking. Jaeger drops to her knees upon the slope, and then lowers her rifle to the ground in front of her, letting it rest upon the built-in stand affixed to the barrel. She scoots over a little, being careful not to kick up any dust or dirt. She moves closer to a small bush, and she feels more comfortable in this spot. As she lays there, she looks down into the camp, and her eyes start to glow faintly. She’s suddenly able to see the camp as if she were standing right next to it. She sees a few men on patrol, some reading books at benches (though they are wrapping up, since the sun is setting). And strolling from one of the buildings towards the firing range is her target… Abu Mohammad AL-Joulani. She doesn’t smirk with victory or anything like that, she just watches him from the distance, taking in every detail of his features. Even from a little under a mile away she can see the kind of automatic rifle he is carrying, and the handgun holstered on his hip. He’s talking to two other men as they all walk, seeming to be discussing the layout of the camp, judging by his gesturing and casual manner. Now Jaeger leans to her right a little, her right eye looking into the scope of her rifle, searching out the area around Abu Mohammad, waiting for the chance… (Nathaniel Reader a.k.a. The Dove Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Moses, anytime: 9:15 Amit has been quite a while since his last mission and the veteran field agent is growing restless. To expend some of that restless energy Nathan is in the gym working with some of the hand-to-hand training bags and shadow-boxing. From the side and more due to his spacial awareness he becomes aware of the young man, a rest recruit, doing hand stand pushups. This catches his attention as it is an excise that very few do as it not only requires strength and considerable muscle control it also requires great balance. As he thinks about it, he realizes that he himself is really the only person he knows of that does such an exercise on a regular basis. He is therefore rather impressed with this young man and decides it is time they become acquainted. Before the Dove leaves his own workout though a woman approaches the young man obviously with some message, probably a summons to meet with someone of authority. As the new recruit heads for the shower Nathan continues with his own workout for several more minutes. Heading towards the shower just as the other is coming back out. He pauses to see which way the young man heads upon leaving the gym. Noting the direction he thinks that was indeed correct about the recruit's summons, most likely with General Eager. A moment of nostalgia crosses his mind as he remembers his first summons to the general's office and being sent on his very first mission after his own recruitment so many years before. Remembering it he laughs softly to himself thinking,” Wow, has it really been 12 years since that was me being summoned to the commander's office for the first time?” After the brief pause Nathan heads on into the shower for a quick cleaning. After showering, he dries himself with a towel leaving his short cropped black hair damp knowing it will dry quick enough on its own. He dresses in his usually fashion of black dockers, comfortable black shoes and a short sleeve button down shirt in a medium gray. He leaves the gym heading in the same direction as the young man, towards the administration offices. His stride is casual and unhurried and actually brings him almost to the general's office just as the young man is coming out with a grin on his face.” You look like a man finally going on his first mission.” Nathan moves closer to the young man without invading his personal bubble and extends his right hand in greeting. ”I'm Nathan. I still remember how excited I was when I was finally sent on my first mission. Welcome to Cipher Pol.” (Diana Hale Location: Archives → Hallways (Cipher Pol HQ)Tagging: Open Time: 9:15Unlike the rest of the massive building complex, the archives were dimly lit, had dry and foul air, and was slowly collecting dust. Working there could be considered a health hazard, the ventilation was terrible to prevent any documents to attain damages from... Well, whatever. Overall, it was just a long-ass room with lots and lots of shelves with documents pretty much from the beginning of time. Workloads came in weird batches at this point. Some hours, there was hardly anything at all, other, there was crate after crate of 1 000 document files that had to be stored away properly. Yet, since Diana hardly ever left the archives, it didn't matter much, she usually just slept whenever there was time to do it, usually by borrowing a comfortable book or something, using it as a pillow. And that way, the days passed, one after another. However, occasionally, she had to do normal human things, like, you know, eating, getting more water, occasionally smoking a little. Today was one of those days. After pretty much hiding under a bunch of documents for four or so days, she was finally leaving the little den to get her hands on more food and water. She slowly got out of the old office chair that definitely was ready for an upgrade, and walked over to the door, placing one hand like a cap over her eyes to prevent the light from the hallway from trying to kill her vision. After stepping outside, she locked the door, put up the usual "I'm not here come back later" note on the door, before leaving to get something to eat, making sure to avoid greeting anyone who tried to greet her. Apparently, it was morning, people were going around to get to their own jobs, whatever they did here. To her, it seemed like most of them wrote a couple of hundred documents a day to make sure she had more than enough to deal with, but it was probably not the truth. The minus about it being morning was however that there was nothing more delicate than a sandwich or two to be acquired. She ended up eating it there and then, before leaving again, wondering if someone would get Missy at her for smoking in the corridor. Most likely, it was probably a bad idea. Yet, she hated the idea of having to get outside, it was probably blowing as hell anyway, so she decided to take the chance, searching through the pockets of her jacket, pulling out a 20-pack of Marlboro red, along with a lighter and a portable ashtray that she would usually just keep in the 20-pack, that was, when there was space for it. She put the cigarette between her lips and lit it up with the lighter, before putting it all aside, smoking slowly on the cigarette, hoping if the smoking regulation allowed smoking inside the building. She never managed to remember, she had probably been caught before, she just couldn't remember anything of it. (Alec Reed Location: Computer Hub. (Cipher Pol HQ)Tagging: Open Time: 9:15Several Technicians were installing several different things around the room Alec was standing in the center looking at the room he would occupy and work from when not in the field, Everything was high-tech, no expense spared. Some of this stuff MI5 Did not even have, hell he doubted anyone in the world had some of this stuff. Sometimes he would find himself telling orders to people about what he needed only stopping when they had questions. "Wrong! That is not the optimal place for heat dispersion. No place it there he said pointing at a spot in the room "This door needs to be self powered from this room and capable of internal locking. Good. No not from the outside I need my own generator down here just as a backup. Corrupted files would wreck havoc So far Everything about Cipher Pol had impressed him. The location the money to actually fund something like this. And the fact they gave him a chance at something this big came a long way. Moving towards the leather seat and sitting down at the computer station he swiveled around taking in the sight of all the workers, they were efficient and knew what they were doing. One man was setting up an entire server, another was rewiring the locks on the door, almost everything he wanted was and could be done it was almost like Cipher pol was throwing assets at him and saying "Go ahead, do it" as long as he got results that they approved of he was sure this arrangement could be kept for a long time. (Valentina BreslinLocation: Her office, Cipher Pol HQ Tagging: Open Time: 9:10Valentina sipped from her cup of coffee – cream, two sugars – and went over the operation reports for the past week. The console window in front of her was huge and could be operated through touch as well as an old-fashioned keyboard and mouse set-up in front of her. Her job was to summarize the essential information for her superiors into condensed, fringeless data-packs they could digest in a matter of minutes. When she had first started working for Cipher Pol, the contents of the reports had often times made her gasp in surprise or even flat out doubt their credence. By now, she had enough seniority to realize that however crazy fiction was, something similar and worse had happened to a Cipher Pol operative, some time and somewhere. She knew that one of her direct superiors, General Eager, would expect for her to be finished with the first part of her summary by the time he was done with his morning briefing, so she sped up the process. The final report she was going through was pretty straightforward, a surveillance op in Switzerland which was just a dull summary of all the comings and goings in the past week. She summarized the report to a few lines of relevant data – the emergence of a few names which had been flagged as code red targets in the past month. As a familiar face walked back, she threw a kiss at the cute field agent who strolled past the glass walls of her office space. A few minutes later, she was done with part one of her report and sent it out to General Eager’s private console. After that, she logged out of her own device and went to fetch herself a refill on her coffee. (Moses Price Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Dove Time: 9:15am"You look like a man finally going on his first mission," came the words from a man he'd seen in the gym from time to time as Moses turned to see who it was who'd spoke to him. He shook the hand that was offered to him firmly, and wondered just how he looked. "That obvious, huh? Yeah, a bit of apprehension and excitement goin' on. It'll be a learnin' experience regardless though I think." Wiping away a bead of sweat that had started dripping down his temple without him realizing it, he also realized he hadn't introduced himself to Nathan. [color]"Moses Price. Code-Name's Psycho. Pleasure."[/color]As the two spoke, it seemed more prudent to walk and talk, as the meeting was in 15 minutes, and Cipher Pol was so big it'd probably take them that long to get there. "I assume you're coming to the briefing? I'm on my way there. Don't want to get the General on my ass after he just now bothered to learn my name," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and a small laugh. (Nathaniel Reader a.k.a. The Dove Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Moses, open mentions Tina Time: 9:15amAs Nathan had passed by the office area of the administration assistant the beautiful and flirtatious Tina he had turned to look at her with a warm charming smile. When she looked and threw a kiss his direction he made a simple but graceful show of catching it. With a flourish equally nimble he sent one back at her. These little games of flirting has been something he has enjoyed ever since she had come to work there. She is very beautiful and sexy and quite easy to flirt with. With a warm friendly smile Nathan nods to the young man. ”Obvious to a man who once in your place. I was only 17 when I was recruited. A learning experience yes, as all mission are.” Ignoring the show of nervousness of the drop of sweat Nathan continues to smile. When Moses finally introduces himself he bows the manner of the Japanese. ”It is an honor to meet you, Psycho. I am Nathaniel Readers, code name The Dove.” Nathan joins Moses as he continues to walk but shakes his head at the question. ”I am not aware of a briefing. That happens around here a lot. Many times we are not informed of a briefing until just moments before. I think it is that they take don't always know which of us they are going to send until almost the last minute. If I'm meant to be there I will get word in time otherwise you will be going with a different veteran agent. No, you certainly don't want to get the general on your ass already.” He pats Moses on the shoulder in a fatherly reassuring manner. ”You'll do just fine. They wouldn't be sending you out on anything they don't think you can handle.” (General Maurice Geolocation: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Everyone Time: 9:30amTwenty minutes had come and gone; and as usual, Eager was present in the War Room five minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start. Now as the time came for his agents to begin filing in, he went over the final few preparations. Everything was ready for them now, and he knew that they would be ready for the mission he was assigning them. After they'd all filed in, he cleared his throat. "Alright everyone, let's get started." Standing up, he slid dossiers to everyone, then pressed a button and a holographic image popped up over the middle of the table. It was an image of an Indian man with a thick beard and dressed for war." This...is Abu Mohammed AL-Joulani. He is the leader of a small, yet growing in power terrorist faction known as the Al-Nusra Front." He let it sink in, and let them look over the dossiers he'd given them earlier. "You'd think it would be prudent to take out a guy like this, as he's on at least two dozen watch lists aside from ours, and he's begun making moves that could have far-reaching consequences if allowed to continue. However, we don't know his partners or who is supplying him. It'd be more prudent to find out all we can before putting a bullet in him. So your mission is recon. All we need is for you to plant a host of listening hardware, and after we learn everything we can from him, then we'll put in the kill order. Any questions before I continue?" (Seasick Valshanner [Specter]Location: Indoor Obstacle Course → War Room [Cipher Pol Main HQ]Tagging: Open Time: ~9:30AMFor Cipher Pol work was never done, the mission never finished. The same applied to its agents. The majority of Seasick's time on duty that was not spent on missions was instead taken up by training. Everything from physical exercise to marksmanship to improving his powers; all for the sake of keeping him sharp and making him stronger. After all, what good was an incompetent agent if not dead weight or just plain dead? Today's training was an obstacle course... a verydeadlyobstacle course. It had everything from simple pitfalls with sharp spikes at the bottom you'd be impaled on to one of those deadly laser corridors you see in movies like Resident Evil. Located inside dome 3, which was nicknamed the Thunder dome due to the fact that it was used often to let quarreling field agents duke it out to settle their differences, its walls, floor, and even ceiling were equipped with the latest technology to transform the room into whatever sort of training environment the user needed, hidden behind shiftable panels on all of its surfaces. Just as he took a deep breath while closing his eyes, a voice announced the impending start through the intercom." Starting time trial in 3... 2... 1..." A loud horn then rang through the huge dome, signalling the start of the timer. Instantly, Seasick disappeared, leaving behind only a puff of strange black smoke in his wake. His power was that of teleportation. However, he could not teleport without knowing where he was going, lest he wanted to risk teleportingintosomething. As such, he reappeared about twenty yards further, in the door opening to the first obstacle chamber that had been set up within the Thunder dome. There was no floor here, just a large pit with giant buzz saws rapidly spinning below, providing a bloody death should he fall. The only means of crossing from one end of the room to the other was a thin beam. At the end there was just the wall, but crouching down for a moment revealed that there was opening in the ceiling above at the end. The "jump" to the end of the room was easy; the only difficulty was make it precise enough for him to appear dead center on the beam. But after so many years, this much was child's play! Disappearing once more, the agent blinked forward to the end of the long beam. For a moment he flailed his arms to keep his balance, but soon enough he peered upwards to see where he could go next. Seeing only the end of the tunnel above and not what may hide directly beyond its edges, Seasick decided to play it safe, reappearing midair just below the ledge, one arm swiftly reaching out to it before gravity decided to do its thing. Pulling himself up just enough for his head to peak out and check his surroundings, he determined no surprises to be present before pulling himself up into the second chamber. And so he continued, using his teleportation power without restraint but wisely to get through the obstacle course as fast as possible. When the horn sounded once more after he crossed the finish line, the team monitoring his progress from a chamber above announced his final time and overall results. He was told to go shower and then report to the war room for a briefing. By the time he got out of the shower, he noticed time was too short to make it there through regular means. Luckily, eight years had been enough time for Seasick to memorize most of the base's layout, so instead opted to do what any person with teleportation powers would do... However, since his current distance limit was 1000 feet (304.8 meters), he had to jump multiple times. As such staff that happened to traverse certain corridors would see him appear out of nowhere and instantly disappear again, leaving only that almost trademark-like puff of black smoke behind. With his final jump he appeared in the back of the small audience that had gathered in the war room, just as the general said,"Alright everyone, let's get started." Wearing his regular neutral expression, which did come across as slightly angry, even though he was not, he simply leaned against the back wall of the room, lightly folding his arms across his chest. (Nathaniel Reader a.k.a. The Dove Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Moses, Diana, Specter, General Eager, open Time: 9:30amSure enough the words of encouragement to the young recruit are hardly out of his mouth when he receives an alert. After checking his phone Nathan smiles at Moses. ”Like I said last minute sometimes. I guess I will be joining you in the briefing. It'll be nice to get topside again.” His posture changes from a man on a casual stroll to a purposeful as he joins a fellow agent on route to a briefing. After only a few steps though Nathan hesitates sniffing the air certain he smells smoke. He looks down a different corridor and grins when sees Diana, the Shade of the archives, as he calls her. Despite her usual unfriendly manner he likes her and rather enjoys her reactions to him being friendly sometimes. ”Diana, did they call up the Shade from her crypt for this mission?” He has taken to referring to as the Shade at least to himself because of the way she passes through walls and spends most of her time haunting the archives. She is not a ghost, but more substantial than mere shadow, so the Shade. ”Come along, Doll, this will be fun.” Arriving in the briefing room Dove is not at all surprised to see the general already there. He likes that about the man. Other commanders liked to have the agents wait before making a grand entrance, but Eager is all business and very little show. He takes his usual seat slightly off to one side neither up front nor all the way in the back. From there he looks around the room to see who all is at the briefing. He greets each person making eye contact, grinning and nodding his head. The instant the general starts to address them Nathan's is completely on the commander, well except the mild distraction of Specter teleporting in. He shakes his head slightly thinking an eight veteran would be a bit more punctual. He says nothing though as he opens the files handed to him the instant his hand touches them. Furthermore, he only glances at the holographic image as it comes up. Nathan's eyes only really come up from the dossiers when General Eager asks if there are any questions. He has several questions, but most he will not actually ask. He does have one that he does feel needs to be answered. ”If Abu is on so many watch lists already there is a chance that somebody else has already given the kill order. How do we handle other teams if they show up trying to kill him?” (Diana Hale Location: Hallways → War room (Cipher Pol HQ)Tagging: Nathan, Open Time: 9:15By the time that Nathaniel joined her, she had already burned through two cigarettes and was halfway through her third. She didn't smoke all that commonly, but she was a chain-smoker. She looked in his direction as he caught up with her, along with some guy she had yet to see, most likely some newbie." Sure, put it that way, see if I care. I'm just taking a quick peek, I don't plan on joining you, I don't plan on blocking half the hallways in the building with documents that need to be archived"She replied dryly, pulling out the ashtray, taking one last long drag, before stumping it, putting the ashtray back in her pocket. She missed walking in the free, it was probably the only reason she'd consider getting back on field-work, to get a chance to walk in normal streets, buy her own cigarettes like a normal person, and so forth. She didn't say much more while they made their way to the briefing room. Seeing that the door wasn't fully broad enough for three people to walk through simultaneously, and because she simply didn't want to disgrace herself enough to wait for the two of them to pass through before walking after them, she just took the short route and walked straight through the door frame and wall besides it. She had no idea how many times she had been in the very same room, with others or not. She wasn't usually a team player, so it wasn't unusual that she went to the room alone, receiving a short briefing before dispatching. She followed Nathaniel and sat down next to him, she had usually tended to sit around the same spot for group-missions anyway, she liked the spot. In the far back was too attention-dragging, while sitting up front made one seem like a goodie-goodie, she appreciated neither. In the middle, nobody really noticed you, at least that was her theory. (Moses Price Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Dove Time: 9:30amChuckling at Nathan over his little display with the secretary or whatever she was, he shook his head. "That was...that wassomethinalright, Brut. Not quite sure at, but itwassomethin'." His eyes widened a bit when he told him that he'd been even younger when he was recruited into Cipher Pol. "Seventeen? Impressive. You must raised some serious eyebrows to get pulled in that young." He nodded like the hand on his shoulder pumped him up, because in a way it did. He felt more ready for it now. "You're right. Let's hope I don't disappoint on my first day." Since Nathan said he wasn't sure if he'd be going on the mission or not, Moses was ready to break stride with him at some point; a message on his phone tuned out to be a summons to the briefing though, so it turned out they'd both be on the same mission. He didn't know this guys skills or powers if he had any, but he was confident. He should be a help on the mission. "I imagine so. The bottom of the ocean is beautiful and all, but it's a little claustrophobic down here, y'know?" He nodded to the woman Nathan spoke to and continued on, trying not to look nervous as he walked into the room and found a seat. Eager was straight and to the point, telling them about a terrorist they needed to get info on, and seemed unfazed when a guy teleported into the room in a puff of smoke. Okay, the mission didn't sound too hard. When he opened the floor for questions, Dove asked what they'd do if they ran into another team while trying to plant the bugs. That actually was a good question now that he thought about it. (General Maurice Geolocation: Cipher Pol Main HQ Tagging: Everyone Time: 9:30amSome people thought Eager had ice running through his veins due to the fact that he always seemed deadpan and nothing ever seemed to bother him. And he proved that when he casually nodded at Specter as though he didn't just teleport into the room. He laid the basics down before them, and Dove asked what they'd do if they came across any other strike teams while on their mission. "As of this very moment, and for at least another eight hours, no other organization has any legal sanctioned action against him. What this means is, ifanyonesends a team after him, they'll either be mercenaries...or a wet works squad. That means if you feel threatened, you have every freedom to deal with them in whatever way you see fit." He knew everyone at the table, even the new kid knew what that meant. If they were attacked or felt threatened, they could subdue, kill or do whatever it was they wanted. It was harsh, but it was the world they lived in. "And if you do encounter another team, keep them from killing him if at all possible. We'll get intel regardless of if he's alive or not, but it'll be far less if someone puts a bullet in him, and the commotion would no doubt make your mission more difficult." Shuffling some papers, he waved his hand and several more images popped up, showing the overhead view of the area, weak points, places of entry, etc... "All of this information is in your dossiers. Memorize it. And if there's no more questions, you all ship out at 1100 hours. An hour and a half to memorize and get your gear, then you're off to the Middle East. Good luck." Dismissing them, he walked toward the door, but walked slow enough that if they had any additional questions, they could catch him before he made it to the door. (Nathaniel Reader a.k.a. The Dove Location: Cipher Pol Main HQ War Room Tagging: All Time: 0930Despite Diana walking with them to the briefing Nathan thought she would keep to her word and not be joining them. This is why he simply walked at Moses' side through the door. Had he known she would actually be coming along he would have offered to let her enter ahead of him? Besides being a gentleman he would have to admit he likes the view from behind her. She is after all an attractive young woman that keeps herself fit. He did smirk though when she stayed right at his to join the briefing by just walking through the wall. The smirk broadened into a grin when she took the seat next to him. Moses had earned himself an odd look from The Dove at how impressed he seemed to be upon hearing that Nathan had been recruited at age 17. ”I think you will find that many of us were first contacted in our late teens. Unless I'm very much mistaken you seem to be about that age, 18 maybe 19. There are some that were even younger than me when first starting their training.” At the comment about disappointing on his first day Nathan shook his places his hand on the newly's shoulder again. ”Give it your best effort, come back alive and don't get anybody killed and chances are nobody will be disappointed.” As the briefing actually starts Nathan becomes serious and professional. He barely pays any attention to his fellow agents while the general speaks. His only leaving the dossiers when the holographic changed. He listens to the answer to his question without looking simply nodding his. This is what he expected but felt the need to get confirmation. There is practically never an overlap of legitimate actions against a target, but sometimes orders are different regarding other teams that might be on sight anyway. As soon as they are dismissed to prepare for departure in just over an hour Dove closes his file to take with him. He then turns to Diana with a grin and goes to give a friendly playful poke in the ribs. ”I thought you weren't going to be joining us. Something about not being part of generating a crap load of paper work to b e archived. Well it will be nice to have you along. Having a beautiful, smiling female along always makes a mission more pleasant.” While he is mildly teasing her by adding the word 'smiling', as she rarely seems to do that, he is clearly sincere about being glad she is going along. Gathering up his folder and standing Nathan turns to Seasick. ”Specter, I'm sure I read somewhere that it is now against regulations to be smoking within this complex.” His smile and posture makes it clear that he is just joking. ”Ah well, glad you could join us.” he jokes with the teleported simply because he knows the smoke is a side effect of his teleport and nothing can be done about it. He had not said anything to Diana about her actually smoking because it really does not bother him, and he feels that some smoke is not going to cause any problems with life support. Stepping up Dove turns so that he can see both Diana and Seasick and gestures towards Moses. ”Everybody you should meet Psycho this is his first mission.” Turning to Moses he gestures towards Diana. ”This is Diana, has yet to settle on a code name, besides being a trained, skilled agent walks through walls.” His hand sweeps over towards Seasick. ”This is Specter and as you saw he teleports.” having introduced the other two he faces Moses fully and bows. ”I already gave you my names. I am a sneaky bastard that breaks things, and I'm GOOD at it. Also, these two about the only ones around that can sneak up on me.” (Seasick Valshanner [Specter]Location: War Room [Cipher Pol Main HQ]Tagging: Dove, Psycho, Diana Time: ~9:30AMGeneral Eager had always been a straight to the point sort of man. He didn't mess about with dramatic entrances or complicated details. They received their mission and the basic details. The rest they would have to do themselves. It was a sense of freedom and perhaps even trust that the man laid upon their shoulders. If you couldn't handle yourself and your potential teammates, then you weren't cut out to be an agent. It was as simple as that. After the general had left the room, the always chatty Nathaniel Reader, codenamedDove, took control of the conversation. The joke he made was lost to Seasick, who's only response was to blink once before gathering his own files. Dove went on to introduce bothPsychoand Diana, the latter of which could apparently phase through walls. He faintly recalled having seen her face somewhere, but it must have been a long time ago." Nice to meet you,"he said as part of the group introduction, his usual unintentional dull tone evident, making it seem as if he didn't particularly care about the latest additions to the team. Turning, he approached the now vacant honorable. Taking a PDA device from his pocket, he proceeded to remotely access the table and logged into the data bank of facility to pull up the released data that was relevant to the mission. Small, semitransparent images of buildings popped up all over the table's surface. It was the target's current known location and base of operations." Let's go over the plan they gave us while we still have time,"Seasick said as he flipped through the file in his hand, placing the PDA onto a corner of the honorable. Like Eager, he preferred to cut idle chatter a minimum and got down to business. It was simply because he was a man of few (idle) words. The displayed holographic image slowly zoomed in on the main building, showing the detailed layout of the first floor." The first primary objective is to perform recon and plant bugs in order to gain information off of Abu Mohammed AL-Joulani,"the eight-year veteran field agent continued on as he quickly read through the information of the papers." Due to my experience and teleportation ability, I have been assigned the role as main point man and will be infiltrating the base unseen in order to plant the audio and video recording devices." He looked up calmly to see if all were still following him thus far. To confirm this, he then asked them,"Please each state your given role and objectives for the first phase of the operation." It was trick, of sorts, often used to keep rookies on their toes by putting them on the spot. Even in an organization such as Cipher Pol people could get lazy. It wouldn't be the first time an agent decided he couldn't be arsed to read all the data before the mission. Those kinds of people were detrimental to fulfilling your mission successfully.

Cipher Pol - IC Thread|rating:4.0

The promiscuous adventures of Awesomegirl!

Atlas city was named one of the greatest cities in the world. It boasted state-of-the-art architecture, with large, beautiful skyscrapers, luxurious hotels, and affordable yet homey apartments, many with rooftop gardens. It also led its country in engineering, manufacturing, and several other profitable industries. The ports of Atlas City were always full of ships, importing and exporting various goods that ranged from cars and electronics, to medicines and agricultural products. It was the one of the biggest, fastest growing cities known to man. And yet also the most dangerous. Because of its size, and growing industry, it also grew to host gangs, ones which sprouted up in the poorer sections of the city. These gangs began to take seep in and corrupt the fine establishments of Atlas City, deals were made, and bribes were taken, and suddenly Atlas city became a much more dangerous place to live in. Self-declared super villains began to lead gangs and other operations, they seemed to possess stolen Government technology or gave themselves chemically induced powers, such as super strength or the ability to manipulate objects. The Atlas City police force was heightened considerably, and a company known as Grey Industries was founded, they began to research and create weapons and other devices to help protect the citizens, though their primary goals seem to me more profit-oriented, and so these gangs seemed to 'steal' some of Grey Industries technology, and use it for their own twisted uses. In the shadier area of the industrial section of Atlas city, a small, unsuspecting warehouse filled with electronics seemed to be the target of a newfound gang, called the 'Bulls'. A group of these Bulls made their way through the alleyways towards the back of the warehouse, using the cover of night to remain undetected. There were 6 of them in all, and they were all rather large, muscular thug-like figures, and a few of them seemed to be sporting a baseball bat. The other carried a knife and what looked like makeshift lock picks, and as they approached the back door into the warehouse, he pulled them out and began to try and pick the look, the other 5 men alternating between looking around and at the door, alert for any trouble. On the roof of the warehouse, looking down, Awesome girl smiled. First night out, and she'd found a robbery! What luck! After the accident in chem class, Abigail Andrews had found her calling... strong and fast, beyond human limits, she knew there was only one thing to do with her newfound powers. And so here she was, patrolling the industrial district in her newly sewn costume. Tight, bright red fabric clung to her exceptional figure, a short cape (all heroes capes, right?) and short skirt completing the outfit, which wouldn't have looked out of place on a cheerleader. Of course, a cheerleader wouldn't be wearing a domino mask to conceal her identity, nor leaping from a rooftop into the middle of a gang in the middle of a heist!"HALT, EVILDOERS!" She bellowed as she hit the ground, wobbling slightly on her high-heels as her boots struck the alley floor in the middle of the gang. The impact scattered them, and the heroine stood tall, her hands on her hips, long blonde hair blowing in the breeze. "Awesome girl will not let your crimes stand!" ... The hell? The men stared at the girl in shock, and then confusion as the attractive, rather odd-looking super heroine addressed her intentions. The men looked at each other for a little, however a few seconds later they knew what they had to do. Or at least, what they wanted to do with the girl. Two of the men, who were rather big in stature, especially when compared to the feminine figure in front of them, approached Awesome girl, one of them clutching a baseball bat. So the little girlie wanted to play, huh? Well, they'd make sure they teach her a lesson about messing with the bulls." Alright super whore" the bat-wielding man said in a gruff, mocking tone as he approached her. "Let's see what you can do!" As he spoke, he would swing his bat at her, attempting to hit her from the side and into the side of the warehouse. Afterward his partner would rush the super heroine, in an attempt to knock her over and onto the ground, where he would try to pin her. The other four men looked on, their confusion starting to be replaced with sadistic grins, as they realized what they could do with the girl once they subdued her. Awesome girl looked up at the approaching punks. Even in her 4" heeled boots, she was shorter than any of them, but that did nothing to reduce her confidence! Virtue would triumph, especially with the aid of her new superpowers, and these gangsters would be the first to spread the word that there's a new superhero in town." Ha! Your criminal days are over, you - OF!" The swung bat interrupted her soliloquy, though she caught it in her hand rather than on her ribs as he'd intended. With surprising ease, she pulled the bat from his hands, grinning up at him. She drew breath for her next quip, which would surely have been devastating had the second gangster not barreled into her from behind. The impact knocked them both to the ground - she might have been stronger than him, but he was at least twice her weight and there was no way she could keep her feet. "Unhand me, vile wretch!" She cried, lifting him off her with effort, pinned under her assailant's weight. The gang members began to form a semicircle around Awesome girl, trapping her between them and the warehouse wall. The man on top of her was surprised by her unexpected strength, and was thrown back off of her onto the ground. The other men look surprised, but they still had the numbers on their side. They looked at each other for a little as their fellow criminal got to his feet, growling at the spandex-laden girl in front of them. Two of them still held bats, and another a knife, along with some a backpack to hold the items they stole in. "Alright, you wanna mess with the bulls? Let's show her why that's a bad idea guys" the backpack'd man said, identifying himself as their leader. Two more men would rush each, each would go for one of her arms and attempt to pin her against the wall, hopefully for good this time. Throwing the one gang member off herself, Awesome girl found the others around her as she bounced to her feet. Even as she was standing, the gang was closing in fast." You don't stand a chance, villain!" She proclaimed, swinging an inexpert punch into the first to come near. KAPOK! He was taken by surprise by the force of her small fist, flinging him back into the opposite wall with a thud. "Surrender and face justice - UK!" The second Bull had her arm then, shoving her back against the wall. As she pushed him back, she found herself pinned momentarily, and the rest of the gang loomed over her ominously. The men were surprised by the strength of the girls punch, but saw this as an opportunity. "Get her - now!" one of them yelled, and as she pushed back he second figure she would find herself rushed by 3 more, going after her arms again, one more went at her to punch her in the stomach, hopefully she wouldn't be able to take as much damage as she gave. The man with the backpack quickly slung the backpack off of his shoulder and opened it up. He had some rope and tape for any security guards they might run into, but this would work too. He would run up towards the other gang members, who would try and force her hands behind her back, so the third man could bind them, this would hopefully stop her from hurting any more of them, as the man she punched into a wall didn't seem to be getting up anytime soon. The sudden rush overwhelmed Awesome girl's defenses - she struggled with the grips on her arms, and might have gotten loose if the other Bull hadn't taken the moment to hit her in the stomach, driving the air out of her lungs and doubling her over. She gasped for breath, chest heaving, as the gang bore her to the ground. A kick backwards - TH WAP! - and her heel dug into the sternum of one of her attackers. But that wasn't enough to keep her from being born to the dirty alley floor, arms pinned behind her. She felt rope wind swiftly around her wrists as she struggled for freedom and breath. "UN - unhand me!" As her cries for justice turned into panicked helplessness, the bulls seemed only more intent on subduing her now, and teaching her a lesson. The man she had caught with her heel was keeled over, wheezing for breath, but the other four gang members seemed to surround her, as the binds around her hands were quickly finished. "Now that we've caught you, you're going to see what we do tosuperheroineswho try and mess with the bulls" the head guy sneered, grabbing her by her golden hair and lifting her up, he would drag her towards a metal chain link fence that separated the warehouse from the back of another building, and throw her against it. The other gang members would hold her down as their leader carefully kneeled down and tied her ankles to the chain link fence, effectively immobilizing her, and leaving her open for some fun... She squealed as the man grabbed her hair and lifted. Hands bound behind her, there was nothing she could do except kick futilely as he dragged her by the scalp to the fence across the alley. She was panicking now, squirming wildly as her legs were pulled apart by the other gang members." You won't get away with this, you - you fiends!" She cried, as her legs were bound to the fence. Her angry struggles rattled the chains, but she had no leverage to pull free, and the gangs' laughter rocked her. "Release me or, it will go the worst for you!" Her protests were only met with the laughter, and mockery from the gang members. "Oh not yet, we're not done with you" one of them said, as he grabbed her hair again roughly. "Now, let's see what you're hiding under this costume..." another member grabbed and pulled the top of her costume down, to reveal her breasts, and a few members let out excited catcalls and jeers. The man directly in front of Awesome girl began to play and fondle them, smiling and laughing all the while." Damn, these are some big titties for such a little' girl" he said in a mocking tone, as two of his fingers pinched down on her perfect red nipples, and pulled on it. Another man would go down on her other breast and placed his lips around her nipple, suckling on it forcefully as his hand cupped it. The man she had kicked had finally gotten up, and began to watch eagerly, a dark, crooked grin on his face. Her face went red as the men pulled up her tight spandex top, revealing her full, firm breasts. Escape from their groping hands was impossible, and they laughed mockingly at her struggles, rough hands pinching painfully at her nipples while they mocked her. "You - You'll pay!" She warned, but her voice wasn't as certain as it had started, and her protest ended in a yelp as one Bull pulled on her sensitive nipple. She glared up at him, as the gang laughed and closed in around her. The fence jerked and rattled as she tried to pull free - but that wasn't about to happen any time soon, and everyone in the alley knew it. The 'Bulls' continued to toy and play with the helpless super heroine's breasts, and after a minute or two a hand or two slipped down towards her lower regions, and began to rub at her womanhood. But between their excited, imitating voices and the rattling of the chains, a few voices could be heard coming from an alleyway, as well as a dim light. Security guards, no doubt. "Oh shit" one of the gang members said, they looked towards their leader, who beckoned them to run. The gang members took off, save for the leader, who smiled at the bound super heroine and slapped her large, perky breasts one last time before pulling out some cloth. "Too bad we don't have time to do your sexy ass, but we should leave a little gift for those guards, show them what a great, and brave super heroine 'Awesome slut' is" he told the girl before he gagged her with the cloth and took off after his minions, leaving the super heroine bound and gagged, as the security guards approached closer and closer. Squirming, squealing and protesting, Awesome girl couldn't do anything about their rough handling of her breasts. She glared balefully at the first to push his hand under her skirt and feel her up, but he only laughed harder at that. She shut her eyes, trembling, and heard the voices nearby. The hands left her. Awesome girl looked up again to see the gang hurrying away, and spoke triumphantly to the leader even as he slapped her tits broodingly hard. "HAH! I have foiled your nefarious plan, evil-MM MPH!" Her glare over the gag was still full of pride at her 'victory,' even as he grinned at the sight of her, and left. A moment to Seymour her victory, and then the heroine realized she was still bound, her full breasts bare and legs spread... and no way to keep herself from being found in that state by the guards. I hope they don't look under my mask, she thought to herself, that would be really embarrassing! The footsteps of the guards came closer and closer, and finally, two figures could be seen emerging from the alleyway, one holding a flashlight." You see anyone" one of the guards asked, his voice was rather shaky, and he looked to the other, visibly larger guard." No... just probably some damn punks" the other guard said, his voice was deep and gruff, and he flashed his flashlight around the back of the warehouse, to see if the door had taken any damage. "I guess we should go BA-... what the-?" The man caught a bright red color on his flashlight, and turned it back to the helpless and topless super heroine. The two guards started at the girl for a little while, or rather, at her large chest before they regained their senses. The two walked over the girl and unfastened her gag, though they didn't quite untie her yet... The heroine struggled against her bonds, futilely shouting into the gag as the guards came into view. When the light caught her square on, she looked away, wincing at the glare in her eyes, her topless body bathed in light as the two guards stared at her. When they came closer, she stilled, and spat out the gag as it was untied. "Thank goodness you came! The miscreants who tied me up may still be nearby - if we hurry, we can still apprehend them!" A moment's further stillness, and she pulled against the chain fence, rattling it. "Come on - quickly. Or they'll get away!" The two men stared blankly at her for a moment. "She must be one of those new supers" the smaller guard said to the large one, though his eyes were rather fixated on the heroine's impressively-sized chest. The other man nodded, his eyes in the same general area, although he tried to make eye contact with the girl at the same time. After a little while however, they seemed to snap themselves out of it. "Who uh. Who caught you exactly?" One security guard asked, as he began to undue the knots binding the girl, still topless. The other guard kneeled down to untie her legs, looking up Awesome girl's skirt in the process. Meanwhile, on a rooftop nearby, a shadowy figure watched the scene unfold, as the guard untied the rather naive girl, it turned away and ran off out of sight. "That's right," she proudly asserted. "I'm AWESOMEGIRL!" The direction of the guard's gaze was obvious, and her face flushed - but she didn't comment; it would spoil her poise, what little she had left while tied to a fence topless. The heroine glared into the eyes of the one who occasionally looked up at them, and after a moment that worked and the two guards untied her. There was a further uncomfortable moment as the second guard stared up between her legs, but then she was free once more to wreak havoc on the minions of Evil!" I was tied up by the criminals I prevented from robbing this warehouse!" She announced proudly, pulling her top up over her breasts. She ignored the guards disappointed looks and continued. "Though they may have escaped, they will doubtless think twice about their violent ways now that AWESOMEGIRL protects this city!" With that, she leapt up for the rooftops, and AWAY. The guards blinked, and started at the young, curvaceous girl jump off into the night." Did that just..."" I don't know Jim." Meanwhile, it was a very busy night for crime here in Atlas City, Awesome girl would notice a large broken window owning to a jewelry store, and several men dragging contents out of the shop, and into a large, unmarked truck parked outside. These men worked for a self-proclaimed super villain who called himself Dr. Electric, who boasted the ability to manipulate lightning. The truth was, he was just a mechanic with a very good understanding of circuitry and other devices, and had a few mechanisms he had created to help create that appearance. As the men loaded the jewelry into the truck, Dr. Electric could be seen from the doorway. He was wearing a dark blue full bodysuit, with several plates of black along his wrists, and legs. His face was concealed by the same colored mask, and a pair of dark goggles. "Hurry up you idiots!" he would hiss "we have several other stores to hit just tonight!" Awesome girl would not be put off by her first setback - and, after all, she had succeeded in foiling the crime. So when she heard the glass hitting the floor, she changed course, bounding from roof to the scene of another villainous act. Below her, criminals unloaded a jewelry store in dead of night having somehow disabled its alarms. But though the police might not be alerted, they had reckoned withoutAWESOMEGIRL! She paused only long enough to spot the villain in charge - she had no idea who he was, clearly not one of the top-league super-villains she hoped to defeat. But no matter! She would start small if she had to! With a quick run-up, she leapt from the roof, her bound carrying her down to slam hard into the blue-clad evildoer."FREEZE, VILLAINS!" She cried, as she flew through the air towards him. "Your nemesis is at hand!" Her battle cry was more than enough time to give him a fair warning of her approach, Dr. Electric hissed when he saw a blur of red fly down from a rooftop at him. This city was getting more and more populated with wannabe superheroes everyday now, not that any of them had actually been any trouble so far. He did not have enough time to get out of the way completely, so he threw one of his henchmen in front of himself, who took the full force of the blow. Dr. Electric would throw his somewhat feeble stature onto the ground to avoid being hit by the super heroine, and looked over to see a... very attractive female who had just thrown his henchmen 20 something feet into a wall. "My nemesis eh? Well let's see what you're really made of then, boys get her!" About four of his men would rush at her, attempting to land some sort of physical injury on the spandex clad teen, as the villain grabbed the last few bags of jewelry and threw them in the truck, looking back to see if they had defeated her at all. The villain showed his cowardice by dodging, rather than meeting her head-on! No matter, at least that one minion of his wouldn't trouble anyone tonight - the man caught both her fists in his chest and slammed, insensate, into the wall. The time it took Awesome girl to recover her balance on her heels was enough, however, to let the fiend set his remaining minions on her. That was no problem, though. The first simply ran into her fist as he tried to tackle her - WORK! Another grabbed her from behind, but her strength caught him by surprise as she headbutted backwards, sending him flying. The teen heroine spun, a foot lashing out to THWACK into a third minion's jaw, and the fourth backed off nervously as their boss turned to face her once more." Surrender!" She cried confidently, resolve restored fully by her victory. "I, Awesome girl, will not let you escape justice for your crimes!" Well shit. The girl was stronger than she looked, although the fact that his minions were all incompetent fools didn't help. He hissed at the fourth criminal and nudged at Awesome girl's direction, his glare was enough to get the bumbling henchmen to go after the super heroine, and he was sure she would counter him easily. This however, left the young girl open for a brief moment, in which Dr. Electric would fire two, incredibly powerful tasers mounted on his wrists, each taser was enough to take down a full-grown man easily, and if both connected her nemesis was sure she would not be standing by the end of it. Hands on her hips, Awesome girl glared at the remaining henchman, but his fear of his boss was clearly greater than his fear of her. His stumbling rush was easy to anticipate, and she simply raised a leg and kicked him in the sternum, doubling him over." Is that the best you can do, Fatah!" Her taunt was cut off as Dr Electric's darts struck, biting into her skin and discharging a violent shock. Her muscles convulsed, sending her spasming to the floor, trembling and helpless, unable to move. Perfect. Dr. Electric watched with satisfaction as the girl spasmed onto the floor, hitting the ground with thud. He looked around, most of his henchmen had been taken out, oh well. He'd find more later, and at the moment it just meant less of the loot he'd have to split with the others. The sinister doctor leaned down and picked up Awesome girls now paralyzed body and threw her in the back of the truck, closing it and yelling at the driver to get them moving. Now it was time for some fun, and to show this super heroine what would happen if she crossed him. Dr. Electric took Awesome girl's body and removed all of her spandex, save her mask so she was naked, and looked over her amazing body with lust. He took up some steel cords, a super thin strong material of his own design and tied her arms to each end of a table located in the back of the truck, he then spread out her feet and did the same. When Awesome girl awoke, she would find herself bound like that, in a dark, moving vehicle surrounded by stolen goods, and Dr. Electric standing over her naked body, his arms crossed and a dark grin on his face." Hello, super slut" he said, walking over and slapping one of Awesome girl's large breasts "did you actually think you could defeat Dr. Electric?" The shock had produced a daze, and Awesome girl was aware of most of what happened around her, but was unable to move or even speak to object as she was hauled away with the other loot. The thump as she was unceremoniously thrown into the back of the van hurt, and woke her more, but her treacherous muscles wouldn't obey, not even as Dr Electric began stripping her of her costume. She only started to recover when she was fully secured, her limbs stretched out, spreading her across the cold, unforgiving table. She could feel the van sway as it raced through the city to some unknown destination, but her eyes were drawn to the villain standing over her and the malicious smile on his face. She gasped as his heavy hand struck her firm breast broodingly hard, and glared up into the Doctor's eyes." You fiend! You won't get away with this!" "Pooh but I already have" He gloated, laughing as the truck went over a bump in the road. "And now to show you what happens to sluts who try and mess with Dr. Electric" He grabbed at her breast again, playing with it roughly in the car "they're so big, are you proud of that?" he sneered "is that why you dress up like that, so everyone can see these?" He leaned over and began to suck on Awesome girl's erect nipple, his tongue swirling around it. After a little he got up and walked over towards Awesome girl's face, and undid his pants in front of her, revealing his erect manhood right next to her mouth. "Now open wide, or else I'll make sure everyone can see under that pretty little mask of yours" he told her, one of his hands forcing her jaw open as he slid his member inside the poor girl's mouth. "Unhand me, you BEAST!" Awesome girl's shout was loud, but the villain's van was doubtless soundproofed. The bump as the van went over a pothole rattled her, bouncing her against the hard table painfully, and she yelped, squirming. It was, of course, quite impossible to pull her breast away from Dr Electric's groping hand and eager mouth, but she tried anyway, groaning as he played with her erect nipple." I - I'm doing this to fight crime, you vile wretch!" She protested at his insinuations, flustered by them. "It has nothing to do with my breasts!" It rang a little hollow - she remembered the hours she had spent trying to come up with the perfect design for her costume, imagining how the football team would all be looking at her as she saved them from some terrible fate. But that was beside the point! She was a crime fighter, not a - a slut! Her protestations were unceremoniously cut short as the Doctor pushed his cock between her lips, gagging her. She glared up at him, horrified at her predicament - what if he did look under her mask? What of her secret identity? What if he partaking pictures? But this - she wasn't a slut, she was a good girl, and to have a stranger's cock in her mouth was horrifying and shameful. She'd never sucked a cock before, except for Warren, her boyfriend. And a Peter, that time they were both drunk. And, now that she came to think of it, Mike on a dare - but they'd been dating so that didn't count, right? Anyway, this was Awesome girl's first time! Her 'first' blowjob with Dr. Electric was not very pleasant. He grabbed the back of the girl's head and thrust his hips into her mouth, pushing his cock further and further down her throat, smiling and groaning with pleasure. "Mm, it's good to see you put your big ass mouth for something useful" he teased, slapping her breasts again a few more times as he took her mouth. It had been a long time for the Doctor, and after a few minutes he pulled his now throbbing manhood out of her mouth and made a loud noise as his seed shot out onto Awesome girl's face, some getting caught in her mouth." There we go, that should teach you a lesson" the evil madman cackled, as he re-donned his pants. "Come after me again, and I'll make sure you don't get away" he pressed a few buttons on his wrist, and re-tased the helpless super heroine, so she couldn't talk anymore. The truck came screeching to a halt and Dr. Electric opened up the back, revealing them on the docks of Atlas city, the sun beginning to rise. Dr. Electric untied Awesome girl from the table and threw her body off onto the hard floor, before throwing her costume at her as well. The truck sped off, leaving the heroine to recover, they would be long gone by the time she regained muscle control. Sobbing around his hard member, the heroine felt him thrust repeatedly into her mouth, her throat stretched painfully as he went deeper and deeper. His hard blows to her breasts made her writhe and groan in pain, and she gasped for breath as he finally pulled out. Just as she was about to start her diatribe against him anew, the spurts of his seed splattered across her face and hair, and she sobbed again, tasting Dr Electric's cum. She had no time to get over the shame before he reactivated the taker, sending her into convulsions on the table, the cords digging into her wrists and ankles as her super-strong muscles fought helplessly against them. Before she knew where she was, she had tumbled to a cold concrete dock, naked except for her mask and the come splattered across her face. It was still very early in Atlas city, the docks were more or less empty, most of the citizens were just beginning to awake. School would begin in about an hour, and many students were just beginning to awake. Awesome girl would have a few minutes to recover, before the first sign of the dockworkers began to surface, about half a dozen of them would walk onto the dock in their uniforms, beginning to start their long day of loading and unloading shipments, unaware of the events that had transpired on the docks only a few moments before. She shivered as she pulled herself to her feet, clutching her costume to her. She was near tears - her first night of supercharging hadn't gone exactly as planned. And now the sun was up! Her costume didn't include a watch, but that meant school could not be long off - and she had to get home, and changed, or Abigail Andrews would be tardy! She hurriedly pulled on what remained of her costume - the Doctor had hardly been gentle in removing it, but the spandex had taken it well enough to still be serviceable. And then she hurried off the dockside, looking for a sign telling her where she was - or a helpful worker who could point her in the right direction. As she ran off of the dockside, she would notice a shady figure staring at her from an alleyway, the silhouette was that of a very frail person. The figure would beckon over to her, away from the approaching dockworkers, who were beginning to make out what seemed like a very attractive half-naked girl. The shady figure was a dark haired man, in his early 20s more than likely, wearing rather ragged clothes and no shoes. He could almost be described as a human rat, which is where he actually acquired his nickname, 'rat'. He was useful for being quiet and nosing around in things, and he saw what had happened to Awesome girl at the Jewelry, and followed her towards the docks." Hey... I saw what... what happened to you" Rat would say in a small, nervous voice. "That's Dr. Electric right? I... I know where his base is" as he spoke, the man's eyes flickered all over Awesome girl's body, trying to see her cleavage as much as he could, and taking special note to her cum-soaked face. Ducking aside to listen to Rat, Awesome girl felt his gaze on her body but ignored it in favor of the more important things like JUSTICE. The idea of catching Dr Electric in his lair, and showing him that he couldn't escape so easily, made her forget about school - and the question of how to get home she faced." Tell me!" She instructed Rat, excitedly. She leaned closer, eager to hear his answer, ignoring the leering gaze he directed at her chest. "Justice will not be denied!" "Uh, yeah yeah 'course I will... just" Rat was now obviously staring her chest. "There's somethin', somethin' I have to see first" he told her, lifting one of his hands and pointing at the scraps left covering her breasts." Oh... uh... and uh, you got somethin' on your face." It took her a moment to realize what he was getting at - and then she blushed furiously, angry and embarrassed by his demand. She flooded her arms over her chest and tried to stare him down, but her cum-splattered face didn't seem to be fear inspiring, and after a moment, she gave it up." The cause of Justice is worth any inconvenience to myself!" She intoned grandly, pulling up the ruins of her top, and letting Rat gawk at her bare breasts. She took the moment to wipe herself with the scrap of fabric - it wouldn't be pleasant to wear, but better on her clothes than her face." There! Now, tell me where the miscreant lives, you fetch, and I shall away and visit righteous vengeance on him!" The small man gawked at the young girl's full body, he didn't seem to move at all as she cleaned herself off, caught up in what he had seen. He soon shook it off though, and nodded, "follow me" he said, before bounding off into the alleyways with a surprising agility. Rat would lead the girl several miles through dark and narrow alleyways, he knew this area very well and didn't hesitate at all as he led her through the maze of buildings, despite the fact that they all blended in after a while. Eventually they would end up at an old, beat-up apartment building long since emptied, or so most people thought." There it is" he would say, before taking off again, disappearing into the shadows. She jogged after him, pulling her soiled top back on with distaste - but what choice did she have? It took a while to reach the building he identified as the villainous Doctor's lair, and Abigail was now most definitely late for class. Awesome girl, though, didn't care. Dr Electric would pay for the indignity he had visited on her! With a leap, she made for the remains of the fire-escape several floors up, and peered through a crack in the boards over a window, trying to see what was inside. If it was empty, she might try prying the boards off quietly and sneaking in - but if there was any sign of the Doctor or his minions, she would burst in and make them regret the day they'd tangled with AWESOMEGIRL! On one of the higher floors she would see nothing but collected dust and broken furniture, however Awesome girl would be able to hear the sounds of shuffling a few floors down, the sound of heavy lifting being done somewhere downstairs." Come on you idiots!" She would be able to hear the Doctor's sadistic voice carry through the building. "We have to get these crates out in an hour, or we lose the deal!" The sound of crackling electricity would follow shortly, followed by an increase in movement. Hah! Their lair indeed, the heroine thought as she tore the planks from the window as quietly as she could. Slipping inside, she quickly made her way to the stairwell, and searched through the abandoned building for her 'nemesis.' Her costume choice didn't really help much with stealth though - bright colors were one thing, but high heels didn't make sneaking easy either. She could only hope that Dr Electric was too distracted with managing his minions to notice her as she crept closer. As awesome girl got closer and close to the floor they were on, her footsteps could be more easily heard by the... 6 gang members she could see, as well as Doctor electric. They were moving large crates around, the labels indicated they were from an electronic company." Wait... did you hear that?" Dr. Electric said, looking around at the sign of the young girl's high heels. A few of the thugs took out weapons as well, a baseball, a handgun, and a crowbar. They all began to look around, though they did not see Awesome girl immediately, since they focused primarily on the floor they were on. Hearing the thugs ready themselves, Awesome girl decided to make an entrance. She was a floor above her, prey - so she simply flung herself, full strength, at the rotten-looking floorboards and burst into the room below in a shower of splinters and dust. She landed near enough to one henchman to grab him, and threw him at Dr Electric as hard as she could, trying to make the most of the element of surprise." Drop your weapons, villains!" She shouted as she leaped headlong at the handgun wielding thug. "AWESOMEGIRL is here!" This again? Dr. Electric was not ready for the super-enhanced girl this time, and he flung into a wall as his henchman was thrown into him. The one with the gun fared no better, he threw up his hands and was immediately tackled by the girl, going down quickly. The other 4 looked confused, but after Dr. Electric shrieked "Get her!" They would all rush at the super heroine, trying to knock her unconscious with various punches and swings with their weapons. In all this confusion, Dr. Electric would quickly throw the unconscious man off of him, and begin sprinting up the staircase, trying to find an exit. He would find the boards awesome girl had pried open and walk through those, looking around and looking for an area to escape. This was more like it! The minions went flying as Awesome girl laid about herself, her small fists flinging grown men backwards, until an unfortunate misjudgment let a baseball bat connect with her head, hard. That staggered her, though a kick sent that assailant flying, and as she tried to shake off her wooziness, she looked around, realizing she'd lost track of Dr Electric... and just how many of his minions had she struck down anyway? The overconfident girl seemed to have forgotten about the last henchman behind her, the one holding the crowbar. He quickly raised the weapon and brought it down on awesome girl's head, trying to incapacitate her. Dr. Electric managed to hear that noise from outside, and realized his henchmen may have actually won. Cautiously, the evil villain crept back down the stairs, his eyes surveying the result of the battle. She managed one step towards the direction Dr Electric had vanished in, before an impact on the back of her head sent her tumbling to the floor. With a groan, Awesome girl tried to rise, but another smashing hit with the crowbar planted her face into the floorboards and left the room spinning around her. The heroine was helpless again, as Dr Electric re-entered the room to find his henchman standing over her, crowbar raised." You... you won't get away with this..." The blonde super heroine would be able to hear Dr. Electric cackle as he nodded to his henchman, who picked the girl up effortlessly. "You just won't give up will you?" He said, looking at the tattered remains of awesome girl's clothing. "Very well, shall we give her what this... awesome sluts clearly asking for?" As he spoke his hand would snatch off the rest of aweosmegirl's costume, leaving only her heels and her mask. Dr. Electric walked over towards one of the crates and opened it, pulling out a metal, collar-shaped device." I've been developing this product for some gang lords, who want to train sex slaves" He explained to the helpless girl "let's see how well it works on you." He fastened the collar around awesome girl's neck, and pressed a button on a remote on his wrist, and the collar sent an electric shock through awesome girl's body, one which would more than likely paralyze her. Groaning helplessly, Awesome girl felt herself be lifted to her feet and tried to focus her eyes. Even with her remarkable healing powers, she wasn't recovering fast enough, and her feeble struggles just amused the man holding her up, who couldn't resist the opportunity to grope her while the Doctor taunted her. She tried to cover herself with her hands as she was stripped naked again, and tried to snarl. The effect was marred somewhat by her clear embarrassment and helplessness." You - you fiend! Is there no end to your depravity?" She demanded as the collar snapped shut around her neck. Her answer was a crackling shock that convulsed her body and left her trembling and paralyzed in the thug's grip.

The promiscuous adventures of Awesomegirl!|rating:2.0

Addicted to Nature (Hat + Lucian)

Billy looked at the clock. He was worried, running his fingers, strong and precise, through his short black hair. It was already four PM. The boy was due here at.... noon? He sighed. It was a rough area, a huge forest with a single rough road. Bah. The kid sounded very young to leave his home. 18? 20? Barely five or six years younger than himself. He stretched and dressed himself, a white, well-fitting tee, and blue jeans. Yawned, looking over the news one last time with green eyes, picking up his kit for getting a car out of mud or the like and walking outside, inhaling the scent of pine and oak. Tossing the kit into the back of his truck, he climbed in and started it up, making his way through the forest road. It had just recently rained, resulting in long, sinister mud pits that loved to trap cars. He was retired, even at his age, the reward of nearly losing a hand in the military (he wore an advanced prosthesis he covered with a glove), but he was lonely, and town was too far away to go to regularly. So he decided to rent out the upstairs guest bedroom, advertising the place as more of a getaway than anything, and got a call a few days later. He set an appointment, but was almost certain the kid would get stuck in some mud or similar. He just hoped the kid would wait in the car instead of getting out and trying to fix the problem himself. It was very easy to slip and fall, and then he'd be even more miserable. Hatter said: Billy looked at the clock. He was worried, running his fingers, strong and precise, through his short black hair. It was already four PM. The boy was due here at.... noon? He sighed. It was a rough area, a huge forest with a single rough road. Bah. The kid sounded very young to leave his home. 18? 20? Barely five or six years younger than himself. He stretched and dressed himself, a white, well-fitting tee, and blue jeans. Yawned, looking over the news one last time with green eyes, picking up his kit for getting a car out of mud or the like and walking outside, inhaling the scent of pine and oak. Tossing the kit into the back of his truck, he climbed in and started it up, making his way through the forest road. It had just recently rained, resulting in long, sinister mud pits that loved to trap cars. He was retired, even at his age, the reward of nearly losing a hand in the military (he wore an advanced prosthesis he covered with a glove), but he was lonely, and town was too far away to go to regularly. So he decided to rent out the upstairs guest bedroom, advertising the place as more of a getaway than anything, and got a call a few days later. He set an appointment, but was almost certain the kid would get stuck in some mud or similar. He just hoped the kid would wait in the car instead of getting out and trying to fix the problem himself. It was very easy to slip and fall, and then he'd be even more miserable. Click to expand... Car? Not him. Lucian rode a Harley and as soon as he saw the state the road was in he got off his bike and started walking, pushing the bike alongside of the road. Probably why he was so late. That and he was actually enjoying the woods. He loved being in wooded areas, they actually helped him relax. So he was taking his time getting to the new place, unaware of how late he really was. He had his pack in a compartment on the side of his Harley so he didn't have to carry it. He was wearing black jeans and a maroon colored silk shirt with black boots. When he left the house he looked nice but now the boots and the bottom of the jeans were caked in mud. He also had a small pendant of a black onyx dragon with ruby eyes around his neck. He continued walking and started to wonder how much further he had to go before he got to the place. As for being too young to leave home, He didn't have much of a home life. He had been raised by his older brother, and they had been getting into a lot of fights lately so he decided it was time to move out, telling his brother he'd send for whatever he needed later and only taking his Harley and a duffel bag of clothes with him until he found out what he had and what he'd need. Lucian Luna said: Hatter said: Billy looked at the clock. He was worried, running his fingers, strong and precise, through his short black hair. It was already four PM. The boy was due here at.... noon? He sighed. It was a rough area, a huge forest with a single rough road. Bah. The kid sounded very young to leave his home. 18? 20? Barely five or six years younger than himself. He stretched and dressed himself, a white, well-fitting tee, and blue jeans. Yawned, looking over the news one last time with green eyes, picking up his kit for getting a car out of mud or the like and walking outside, inhaling the scent of pine and oak. Tossing the kit into the back of his truck, he climbed in and started it up, making his way through the forest road. It had just recently rained, resulting in long, sinister mud pits that loved to trap cars. He was retired, even at his age, the reward of nearly losing a hand in the military (he wore an advanced prosthesis he covered with a glove), but he was lonely, and town was too far away to go to regularly. So he decided to rent out the upstairs guest bedroom, advertising the place as more of a getaway than anything, and got a call a few days later. He set an appointment, but was almost certain the kid would get stuck in some mud or similar. He just hoped the kid would wait in the car instead of getting out and trying to fix the problem himself. It was very easy to slip and fall, and then he'd be even more miserable. Click to expand... Car? Not him. Lucian rode a Harley and as soon as he saw the state the road was in he got off his bike and started walking, pushing the bike alongside of the road. Probably why he was so late. That and he was actually enjoying the woods. He loved being in wooded areas, they actually helped him relax. So he was taking his time getting to the new place, unaware of how late he really was. He had his pack in a compartment on the side of his Harley so he didn't have to carry it. He was wearing black jeans and a maroon colored silk shirt with black boots. When he left the house he looked nice but now the boots and the bottom of the jeans were caked in mud. He also had a small pendant of a black onyx dragon with ruby eyes around his neck. He continued walking and started to wonder how much further he had to go before he got to the place. As for being too young to leave home, He didn't have much of a home life. He had been raised by his older brother, and they had been getting into a lot of fights lately so he decided it was time to move out, telling his brother he'd send for whatever he needed later and only taking his Harley and a duffel bag of clothes with him until he found out what he had and what he'd need. Click to expand... As soon as he saw the bike, Billy smiled, stopping the truck and getting out. He seemed to know the road well, walking long over puddles and mud without even looking. "You have some excellent taste." he said, nodding at the bike. "Used to ride one myself until I moved out here. I'm William Black. But you can call me Billy." he said, offering his normal hand to shake with. He was a tall, wide man. Muscular, but not built: it was clear he had a hobby that involved heavy lifting. "That all your luggage?" he asked, looking at the duffel bag. He grinned wide in the back of his mind. Excellent. He'd found just the kind of guy he was looking for. Easy on the eyes, seemed to like the outdoors, damn, even had the same taste in motorcycles." You want a ride? I have a harness in the back of the truck for a bike." Hatter said: Lucian Luna said: Hatter said: Billy looked at the clock. He was worried, running his fingers, strong and precise, through his short black hair. It was already four PM. The boy was due here at.... noon? He sighed. It was a rough area, a huge forest with a single rough road. Bah. The kid sounded very young to leave his home. 18? 20? Barely five or six years younger than himself. He stretched and dressed himself, a white, well-fitting tee, and blue jeans. Yawned, looking over the news one last time with green eyes, picking up his kit for getting a car out of mud or the like and walking outside, inhaling the scent of pine and oak. Tossing the kit into the back of his truck, he climbed in and started it up, making his way through the forest road. It had just recently rained, resulting in long, sinister mud pits that loved to trap cars. He was retired, even at his age, the reward of nearly losing a hand in the military (he wore an advanced prosthesis he covered with a glove), but he was lonely, and town was too far away to go to regularly. So he decided to rent out the upstairs guest bedroom, advertising the place as more of a getaway than anything, and got a call a few days later. He set an appointment, but was almost certain the kid would get stuck in some mud or similar. He just hoped the kid would wait in the car instead of getting out and trying to fix the problem himself. It was very easy to slip and fall, and then he'd be even more miserable. Click to expand... Car? Not him. Lucian rode a Harley and as soon as he saw the state the road was in he got off his bike and started walking, pushing the bike alongside of the road. Probably why he was so late. That and he was actually enjoying the woods. He loved being in wooded areas, they actually helped him relax. So he was taking his time getting to the new place, unaware of how late he really was. He had his pack in a compartment on the side of his Harley so he didn't have to carry it. He was wearing black jeans and a maroon colored silk shirt with black boots. When he left the house he looked nice but now the boots and the bottom of the jeans were caked in mud. He also had a small pendant of a black onyx dragon with ruby eyes around his neck. He continued walking and started to wonder how much further he had to go before he got to the place. As for being too young to leave home, He didn't have much of a home life. He had been raised by his older brother, and they had been getting into a lot of fights lately so he decided it was time to move out, telling his brother he'd send for whatever he needed later and only taking his Harley and a duffel bag of clothes with him until he found out what he had and what he'd need. Click to expand... As soon as he saw the bike, Billy smiled, stopping the truck and getting out. He seemed to know the road well, walking long over puddles and mud without even looking. "You have some excellent taste." he said, nodding at the bike. "Used to ride one myself until I moved out here. I'm William Black. But you can call me Billy." he said, offering his normal hand to shake with. He was a tall, wide man. Muscular, but not built: it was clear he had a hobby that involved heavy lifting. "That all your luggage?" he asked, looking at the duffel bag. He grinned wide in the back of his mind. Excellent. He'd found just the kind of guy he was looking for. Easy on the eyes, seemed to like the outdoors, damn, even had the same taste in motorcycles. "You want a ride? I have a harness in the back of the truck for a bike." Click to expand... Lucian watched the truck come down the road and stop next to him. "Thanks I love Harley's. Hi Billy, I'm Lucian." He took the man's hand and shook it. "Yeah this is all I brought with me. Had to get away while I had the chance. Thanks I could use the ride. Was starting to wonder if I'd ever get to the place." He pushed his bike over to the truck and waited for the man to open the back so he could lift it in and get it tied down. Billy pushed open the back, helping him heave the motorcycle into the back. He frowned at the shows and the pants, though. "We're going to have to wash those before you get it into the carpet. It's a bitch to get out, pardon the French." he said, opening the passenger door and then walking around to the driver side. "Climb in, kiddo. We'll talk about the specifics of rent when we get inside." Hatter said: Billy pushed open the back, helping him heave the motorcycle into the back. He frowned at the shows and the pants, though. "We're going to have to wash those before you get it into the carpet. It's a bitch to get out, pardon the French." he said, opening the passenger door and then walking around to the driver side. "Climb in, kiddo. We'll talk about the specifics of rent when we get inside." Click to expand... He helped get the bike in and anchored and then walked to the passenger side of the truck. "Ok sir. I was planning on washing them anyway." he climbed into the truck and waited for the man to get in on the drivers side. "Sounds good sir. Don't worry about me not being able to pay. I have the money." He climbed inside and shut the door behind him. "Well, I'm not really renting out for money, but company. But if you feel the need, rent is two hundred fifteenth of every month." he said simply. "We can make arrangements about the food and whatnot later, but I'll be happy to cook for two. Not much of a chef, though." He paused for a moment, turning the truck around and heading back." You said you needed to get out as soon as you could. I don't want to pry, but... what's that about?" he asked. Hatter said: He climbed inside and shut the door behind him. "Well, I'm not really renting out for money, but company. But if you feel the need, rent is two hundred fifteenth of every month." he said simply. "We can make arrangements about the food and whatnot later, but I'll be happy to cook for two. Not much of a chef, though." He paused for a moment, turning the truck around and heading back. "You said you needed to get out as soon as you could. I don't want to pry, but... what's that about?" he asked. Click to expand... "Don't worry about the cooking, I can cook for us, and I am a good cook. Hamm... about an older brother who wouldn't leave me alone. I couldn't take it anymore. Ok I don't mind being company for you, but if you need me to I can pay the rent too. If you want me to do anything else to help out around the house just let me know sir. Besides cooking, I can also clean." He nodded." Another hand around the house wouldn't hurt." he said, pulling the glove off his injured hand, revealing the prosthetic. It was three-fingered, operated by small muscle movements in his wrist. "Considering I'm short one, haha." he gripped the wheel. "I was in the army. It's a training wound, would you believe that? Goddamn grenade had a short fuse. Boom, blew it clean off." He sighed. "I'm surprised you didn't run off with some girl, then. You must have to beat them away with a stick." he said as he stopped the car and put the glove back on, getting out and opening the door for him. He leads him to the front door, pulling off his shoes and socks." Washing machines are in the basement." he said, coughing quietly. He'd managed to avoid the mud, but... He held out his good hand. "Let's have them." Hatter said: He nodded. "Another hand around the house wouldn't hurt." he said, pulling the glove off his injured hand, revealing the prosthetic. It was three-fingered, operated by small muscle movements in his wrist. "Considering I'm short one, haha." he gripped the wheel. "I was in the army. It's a training wound, would you believe that? Goddamn grenade had a short fuse. Boom, blew it clean off." He sighed. "I'm surprised you didn't run off with some girl, then. You must have to beat them away with a stick." he said as he stopped the car and put the glove back on, getting out and opening the door for him. He leads him to the front door, pulling off his shoes and socks. "Washing machines are in the basement." he said, coughing quietly. He'd managed to avoid the mud, but... He held out his good hand. "Let's have them." Click to expand... Lucian looked over at him and had to laugh at the man's joke. "Hmmm... that sucks. I'll do whatever you need help with sir. Are you kidding? Most of the girls that tried to get with me where either air heads or wanted to get closer to my brother or... even worse. Wanted to get their hands on the Luna money. No, thank you. They were so not my type." he climbed from the truck without saying what his type was and walked to the door. He removed his muddy shoes, his socks and his muddy pants and handed them to the man. Good thing he had put some boxers on underneath. He walked into the house and rummaged through his back until he found a pair of black sweatpants. He took them from the bag and wiggled into them as he looked around the place. Lucian Luna said: Hatter said: He nodded. "Another hand around the house wouldn't hurt." he said, pulling the glove off his injured hand, revealing the prosthetic. It was three-fingered, operated by small muscle movements in his wrist. "Considering I'm short one, haha." he gripped the wheel. "I was in the army. It's a training wound, would you believe that? Goddamn grenade had a short fuse. Boom, blew it clean off." He sighed. "I'm surprised you didn't run off with some girl, then. You must have to beat them away with a stick." he said as he stopped the car and put the glove back on, getting out and opening the door for him. He leads him to the front door, pulling off his shoes and socks. "Washing machines are in the basement." he said, coughing quietly. He'd managed to avoid the mud, but... He held out his good hand. "Let's have them." Click to expand... Lucian looked over at him and had to laugh at the man's joke. "Hmmm... that sucks. I'll do whatever you need help with sir. Are you kidding? Most of the girls that tried to get with me where either air heads or wanted to get closer to my brother or... even worse. Wanted to get their hands on the Luna money. No, thank you. They were so not my type." he climbed from the truck without saying what his type was and walked to the door. He removed his muddy shoes, his socks and his muddy pants and handed them to the man. Good thing he had put some boxers on underneath. He walked into the house and rummaged through his back until he found a pair of black sweatpants. He took them from the bag and wiggled into them as he looked around the place. Click to expand... Excellent. He smiled. The house was large, expansive. It was clear why he was alone: The place was too big for one person by far. "Inherited." Billy said as he walked past him into the basement. "Used to be my grandfather's." he called up. "He built the place with his own hands." he threw in the clothes, along with the week's load, and started it up. He came back up. "Gas stove, along with a lot of pots and pans that don't see a lot of use these days. Your room is upstairs, the only one up there. Hope you like trees! That's all you'll get from the law." Hatter said: Lucian Luna said: Hatter said: He nodded. "Another hand around the house wouldn't hurt." he said, pulling the glove off his injured hand, revealing the prosthetic. It was three-fingered, operated by small muscle movements in his wrist. "Considering I'm short one, haha." he gripped the wheel. "I was in the army. It's a training wound, would you believe that? Goddamn grenade had a short fuse. Boom, blew it clean off." He sighed. "I'm surprised you didn't run off with some girl, then. You must have to beat them away with a stick." he said as he stopped the car and put the glove back on, getting out and opening the door for him. He leads him to the front door, pulling off his shoes and socks. "Washing machines are in the basement." he said, coughing quietly. He'd managed to avoid the mud, but... He held out his good hand. "Let's have them." Click to expand... Lucian looked over at him and had to laugh at the man's joke. "Hmmm... that sucks. I'll do whatever you need help with sir. Are you kidding? Most of the girls that tried to get with me where either air heads or wanted to get closer to my brother or... even worse. Wanted to get their hands on the Luna money. No, thank you. They were so not my type." he climbed from the truck without saying what his type was and walked to the door. He removed his muddy shoes, his socks and his muddy pants and handed them to the man. Good thing he had put some boxers on underneath. He walked into the house and rummaged through his back until he found a pair of black sweatpants. He took them from the bag and wiggled into them as he looked around the place. Click to expand... Excellent. He smiled. The house was large, expansive. It was clear why he was alone: The place was too big for one person by far. "Inherited." Billy said as he walked past him into the basement. "Used to be my grandfather's." he called up. "He built the place with his own hands." he threw in the clothes, along with the week's load, and started it up. He came back up. "Gas stove, along with a lot of pots and pans that don't see a lot of use these days. Your room is upstairs, the only one up there. Hope you like trees! That's all you'll get from the law." Click to expand... "Inherited? Same way my brother got the mansion. Well the pots and pans will get good use with me here. I don't mind trees, I love the woods." He went upstairs to unpack his clothes. He hung his shirts and pants in the closet and put his boxers and sweatpants in a drawer in the dresser then came back downstairs. "Ok, ready to talk about the rent bit if you want now." Lucian Luna said: Hatter said: Lucian Luna said: Lucian looked over at him and had to laugh at the man's joke. "Hmmm... that sucks. I'll do whatever you need help with sir. Are you kidding? Most of the girls that tried to get with me where either air heads or wanted to get closer to my brother or... even worse. Wanted to get their hands on the Luna money. No, thank you. They were so not my type." he climbed from the truck without saying what his type was and walked to the door. He removed his muddy shoes, his socks and his muddy pants and handed them to the man. Good thing he had put some boxers on underneath. He walked into the house and rummaged through his back until he found a pair of black sweatpants. He took them from the bag and wiggled into them as he looked around the place. Click to expand... Excellent. He smiled. The house was large, expansive. It was clear why he was alone: The place was too big for one person by far. "Inherited." Billy said as he walked past him into the basement. "Used to be my grandfather's." he called up. "He built the place with his own hands." he threw in the clothes, along with the week's load, and started it up. He came back up. "Gas stove, along with a lot of pots and pans that don't see a lot of use these days. Your room is upstairs, the only one up there. Hope you like trees! That's all you'll get from the law." Click to expand... "Inherited? Same way my brother got the mansion. Well the pots and pans will get good use with me here. I don't mind trees, I love the woods." He went upstairs to unpack his clothes. He hung his shirts and pants in the closet and put his boxers and sweatpants in a drawer in the dresser then came back downstairs. "Ok, ready to talk about the rent bit if you want now." Click to expand... "Simple stuff, just a two hundred dollar check on the fifteenth every month. Otherwise, you're pretty much free to do as you please." He paused. "Except... I have to mandate a lights out at eight or nine o'clock. Sorry, just something I need." Hatter said: Lucian Luna said: Hatter said: Excellent. He smiled. The house was large, expansive. It was clear why he was alone: The place was too big for one person by far. "Inherited." Billy said as he walked past him into the basement. "Used to be my grandfather's." he called up. "He built the place with his own hands." he threw in the clothes, along with the week's load, and started it up. He came back up. "Gas stove, along with a lot of pots and pans that don't see a lot of use these days. Your room is upstairs, the only one up there. Hope you like trees! That's all you'll get from the law." Click to expand... "Inherited? Same way my brother got the mansion. Well the pots and pans will get good use with me here. I don't mind trees, I love the woods." He went upstairs to unpack his clothes. He hung his shirts and pants in the closet and put his boxers and sweatpants in a drawer in the dresser then came back downstairs. "Ok, ready to talk about the rent bit if you want now." Click to expand... "Simple stuff, just a two hundred dollar check on the fifteenth every month. Otherwise, you're pretty much free to do as you please." He paused. "Except... I have to mandate a lights out at eight or nine o'clock. Sorry, just something I need." Click to expand... "Ok I can handle two hundred a month no problem. MMM... that's a little early for me, but then I'm used to living with my brother who was always throwing parties that went on to all hours of the morning, so I didn't get much sleep at home. Probably need to finally get to sleep at a descent hour." "No worries." he said with a sigh as the dishwasher rumbled quietly. "You know, for someone who supposedly has a lot of money, you sure packed light. Sure you aren't trying to get away from more than just your brother?" he asked. "By the by, I went grocery shopping last night. Fully stocked kitchen, go nuts. Let's celebrate your independence!" Hatter said: "No worries." he said with a sigh as the dishwasher rumbled quietly. "You know, for someone who supposedly has a lot of money, you sure packed light. Sure you aren't trying to get away from more than just your brother?" he asked. "By the by, I went grocery shopping last night. Fully stocked kitchen, go nuts. Let's celebrate your independence!" Click to expand... "Hamm... nope not trying to get away from anything besides family. Not much would fit on my Harley is all. Sounds good to me." He walks into the kitchen. He finds some steaks and his favorite spices. Furthermore, he puts a pan on the stove and seasons the steaks then puts them in the pan to cook. Furthermore, he then grabs a couple potatoes and washes them. He butters the outside and wraps foil around them then pokes wholes in the foil. He puts them in a preheated oven to cook. Next he grabbed stuff to make a salad and mixed up a homemade dressing. He put the salad and the dressing in the fridge until the rest was done. Now he flipped the steaks over to cook on the other side. After 20 minutes both steaks and potatoes were ready, and he put them on two plates, then he took the salad and dressing from the fridge and put both of them in the middle of the table. He placed a plate in front of each of the two chairs then went back to where he had left the man. "It's ready now." he then went back to where the food was and sat down, waiting for the man to sit before he started to eat. He chuckled, happily eating the meal as he poured the new resident a glass of wine. "It's nice to have a new face in the house." he said. "There's only one bathroom, I'm afraid, but I think we'll manage." he went on as he poured himself a glass, holding it up." To new beginnings." he said. Hatter said: He chuckled, happily eating the meal as he poured the new resident a glass of wine. "It's nice to have a new face in the house." he said. "There's only one bathroom, I'm afraid, but I think we'll manage." he went on as he poured himself a glass, holding it up. "To new beginnings." he said. Click to expand... Lucian took the wine and held his glass up as well. "Yes to new beginnings. I think we can handle one bathroom between the two of us." Lucian started to eat his food while watching the man so he could see if the guy liked the food he made. "I am definitely looking forward to your stay here." he said as he ate happily. "Haven't eaten this well since before I joined the Army. And housework, too? I am indeed too lucky." he smiled as he cleaned his plate, and the washing machine screeched. "Well, that'd be the clothes." he said, then paused at the door to the basement. "Oh, one more thing. We're all guys here. So you don't need to worry about the dress code I mentioned in the ad. Wear whatever you like." Hatter said: "I am definitely looking forward to your stay here." he said as he ate happily. "Haven't eaten this well since before I joined the Army. And housework, too? I am indeed too lucky." he smiled as he cleaned his plate, and the washing machine screeched. "Well, that'd be the clothes." he said, then paused at the door to the basement. "Oh, one more thing. We're all guys here. So you don't need to worry about the dress code I mentioned in the ad. Wear whatever you like." Click to expand... "I'm glad you enjoy it sir." he finished his food as well and looked up when he heard the washing machine. "Oh yeah, forgot about those. Ok sir, no problem there. Thanks for telling me though. Appreciate it." He picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink and then washed them up, dried them, and put them away. Billy came back with the clothes, handing Lucian the pants and socks before heading to his own room. On the way out, he shut the door a little hard, opening it just in time to catch something that fell from above it, jarred loose: A pentagram. He grumbled quietly and hung it again. Hatter said: Billy came back with the clothes, handing Lucian the pants and socks before heading to his own room. On the way out, he shut the door a little hard, opening it just in time to catch something that fell from above it, jarred loose: A pentagram. He grumbled quietly and hung it again. Click to expand... Lucian looked up when he heard the door slam and then watched the pentagram fall. He looked at the man. "Something wrong? You are made about something?" He stood up and started to walk from the room to put his clothes in his bedroom. Considering who he lived with nothing really shocked him, even that pentagram. "New, this thing just likes to fall down a lot." he replied. "I find things in the woods, you see. Place used to have a cabal of druids or something, so I'll find something interesting once in a while." Hatter said: "New, this thing just likes to fall down a lot." he replied. "I find things in the woods, you see. Place used to have a cabal of druids or something, so I'll find something interesting once in a while." Click to expand... "Hamm... sounds like I'm really going to like it here. I like exploring, especially if I find interesting stuff. I'd say I should go find some books on Druids in case I find something I might need to do research on, but I get a feeling it's a long way to town. Furthermore, I'll probably have to wait for the roads to clear up from the mud puddles before I can do that. Furthermore, I love to read, especially on anything considered goth or magical. "Doesn't happen often. I've scoured the area around here for the past two or three years, and all I've found was this," he pointed at the pentagram, made of oddly twisted sticks "and a sickle I keep in the basement. But hey, if you can find anything, that'd be great." he shrugged noncommittally, looking towards the outdoors. It was getting darker. Hatter said: "Doesn't happen often. I've scoured the area around here for the past two or three years, and all I've found was this," he pointed at the pentagram, made of oddly twisted sticks "and a sickle I keep in the basement. But hey, if you can find anything, that'd be great." he shrugged noncommittally, looking towards the outdoors. It was getting darker. Click to expand... "Oh ok." He watched him glance out the window. "If you have something else you need to do you don't have to stay here and talk to me. I won't mind. Probably should rest a bit anyway. Go ahead and leave if you have to." Lucian stood up and started to walk towards he's bedroom, glancing back at the man a second before opening the door and stepping inside the room. Time passed, and night fell in full eventually. It wasn't long until Billy stepped outside, inhaling the sweet scent of the outdoors. As he walked, he found his shoes to feel heavy, his socks itching at his feet. He removed them, exulting in the feel of the dirt against his feet. His shirt felt too hot in the warm night air, and so he pulled it off over his shoulders as well. His pants restricted his movements, so he slipped out of them, as well. By now, he was running through the trees, a broad grin on his face. Hell, he was almost naked anyway, so he went all the way and threw off his boxers. Hatter said: Time passed, and night fell in full eventually. It wasn't long until Billy stepped outside, inhaling the sweet scent of the outdoors. As he walked, he found his shoes to feel heavy, his socks itching at his feet. He removed them, exulting in the feel of the dirt against his feet. His shirt felt too hot in the warm night air, and so he pulled it off over his shoulders as well. His pants restricted his movements, so he slipped out of them, as well. By now, he was running through the trees, a broad grin on his face. Hell, he was almost naked anyway, so he went all the way and threw off his boxers. Click to expand... Lucian had heard the door open and wondered what the man was doing. Being the curious person that he was he stood up and walked to the window. He peeked out of the curtain and watched the man strip and start running in the nude. HE studied the man's body as he watched him run off and hoped he didn't look back and catch him watching. "So that's why he wanted me in bed so early. He didn't want me to know about this." Lucian went back to his bed and lay on his stomach with his arms under his head. It had been a long day and Lucian was tired. He closed his eyes and was soon sound asleep. Billy made his way back inside around midnight, creeping about the house in the nude, clothing tucked under his arms. He tracked a little dirt inside, which he quickly cleaned, and threw the clothes into the washing machine. A perfect crime. If only the boy had seen him, though... the very thought sent chills along his spine. He crept through the old house to his bedroom and fell asleep with ease soon enough. Hatter said: Billy made his way back inside around midnight, creeping about the house in the nude, clothing tucked under his arms. He tracked a little dirt inside, which he quickly cleaned, and threw the clothes into the washing machine. A perfect crime. If only the boy had seen him, though... the very thought sent chills along his spine. He crept through the old house to his bedroom and fell asleep with ease soon enough. Click to expand... Lucian woke up the next morning, well rested for once. He grabbed some clean clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed, his mind still on what he saw last night. He removed the sweatpants he slept in, turned on the water and climbed inside then grabbed the soap and started washing up. After he had his body soaped up he started to wash his hair. Then he rinsed off, turned off the water and climbed out, grabbing a towel to dry off. He wiggled into his jeans and headed out of his room to see if his roommate was awake yet. He was, in fact, stretching in his pajamas in the living room, slow, simple movements that caused his muscles to ripple." Good morning, Lucian." he said. "How's it feel waking up away from home?" Hatter said: He was, in fact, stretching in his pajamas in the living room, slow, simple movements that caused his muscles to ripple. "Good morning, Lucian." he said. "How's it feel waking up away from home?" Click to expand... "It's quite here, I slept a lot better without music blaring in the background and my brother making noise. Did you sleep well?" He kept quiet about what he saw last night, for now. He didn't want the man to get mad and kick him out only a day after he arrived. "Never better, kiddo. Feels a little weird to have someone else here, but hey, I didn't hear a thing. You must passed right out, huh?" he asked, reaching for his toes. "Tired after that long walk, I'll bet." he added, verbally testing the boy to see how truthful he would be. Hatter said: "Never better, kiddo. Feels a little weird to have someone else here, but hey, I didn't hear a thing. You must passed right out, huh?" he asked, reaching for his toes. "Tired after that long walk, I'll bet." he added, verbally testing the boy to see how truthful he would be. Click to expand... "nah, that walk wasn't much. I'm used to walking a lot. Didn't tire me out at all. Actually I'm a more night person, but once I got used to the quiet and not hearing my brother's loud music blaring in the next room I fell right asleep." "Ah, good to hear." he replied. "Why don't you make some breakfast? I'm just about starving, here." he said with a smile, stretching his legs, back and forth. Hatter said: "Ah, good to hear." he replied. "Why don't you make some breakfast? I'm just about starving, here." he said with a smile, stretching his legs, back and forth. Click to expand... "Ok sure thing. Hope you love sweet stuff." Lucian went into the kitchen and mixed up a waffle batter then started the first waffle. While it was cooking he fried some eggs and bacon on a skillet. He continued until he had 4 eggs, several pieces of bacon and several waffles done. He put out butter, syrup, Strawberries, and whip cream on the table along with Tabasco sauce, salt, and pepper. "OK. Breakfast is ready!" He smiled as he sat down, eating happily." I made the right choice renting out that room." he said. Pausing, he seemed to remember something. "I have to go out for a bit. Some paperwork regarding you. Won't take much more than a few hours." he went on. "But I'll need you to keep an eye on the house fer me." he grinned. "Might be fun, having the place all to yourself." he said, finishing the meal and putting the dish away. "If you need anything, call this number." he wrote a note and stuck it to the fridge. He wandered into his room and began to get dressed. Hatter said: He smiled as he sat down, eating happily. "I made the right choice renting out that room." he said. Pausing, he seemed to remember something. "I have to go out for a bit. Some paperwork regarding you. Won't take much more than a few hours." he went on. "But I'll need you to keep an eye on the house fer me." he grinned. "Might be fun, having the place all to yourself." he said, finishing the meal and putting the dish away. "If you need anything, call this number." he wrote a note and stuck it to the fridge. He wandered into his room and began to get dressed. Click to expand... Lucian dug into his food as well, glancing up and looking over at the number on the fridge. "OK, but I don't know what kind of trouble we'd have out here. How long do you expect to be gone? I need to know if you'll be back for lunch and dinner, so I'd know how much I need to make or even what I should make. Glad you like the food, I love to cook, so I won't mind doing all the cooking at all." "I'd like having lunch ready when I get back. I'll be gone for about three hours, and it's nine now..." he said, stepping out his room, dressed and ready to go. "You know, I don't think you've ever been home alone, have you?" he smiled wryly as he reached the door. "Have fun." And then the truck roared to life, and he was gone. Hatter said: "I'd like having lunch ready when I get back. I'll be gone for about three hours, and it's nine now..." he said, stepping out his room, dressed and ready to go. "You know, I don't think you've ever been home alone, have you?" he smiled wryly as he reached the door. "Have fun." And then the truck roared to life, and he was gone. Click to expand... "OK will do." he watched as the man left and started cleaning up the breakfast mess. After cleaning up he found a big stock pot and poured chicken stock and water in it then set it on the stove to boil. While that was going he prepped the vegetables and meat. When the liquid in the pot had reached a boil he added the other stuff and seasoned it, then put a lid on the pot and turned the heat down to simmer. It would be done in 3 hours when his roommate got back. He then took a shower and put on some clean clothes. Grabbing his PSP from his room and heading to the front room. He turned on the TV and started to play his video game and watch the TV at the same time. Of course, William wanted to have some fun with the kid. He'd set the thermostat to slowly heat the house, up to an absolutely sweltering amount, like a sauna. It'd cool down by the time he returned, but... Hatter said: Of course, William wanted to have some fun with the kid. He'd set the thermostat to slowly heat the house, up to an absolutely sweltering amount, like a sauna. It'd cool down by the time he returned, but... Click to expand... Lucian felt it slowly getting warm in the house and removed the shirt he had on, taking it in his bedroom. After a couple of hours he had stripped to his boxer and was going in the kitchen to stir the stew and make sure it was cooking properly. He then grabbed a bottle of cold water and came back out to watch TV some more, satisfied the stew would be done on time. The heat slowly died down, the truck pulling into the driveway on time. William got, humming to himself, with a toolbox, walking into the house with a smile on his face. "Lucian?" he called, looking around. Hatter said: The heat slowly died down, the truck pulling into the driveway on time. William got, humming to himself, with a toolbox, walking into the house with a smile on his face. "Lucian?" he called, looking around. Click to expand... Lucian had wondered back into the kitchen and was stirring the stew again, still wearing his boxers. He jumped and glanced at the clock when he heard his roommate. He hadn't realized it was that time already. "I'm in the kitchen." He chuckled at the sight of Lucian." I expected less, actually. Most people strip down for their first time alone." he shrugged, putting the toolbox away. "So what's that? Stew?" Hatter said: He chuckled at the sight of Lucian. "I expected less, actually. Most people strip down for their first time alone." he shrugged, putting the toolbox away. "So what's that? Stew?" Click to expand... "Why do I think you had something to do with the heat all of a sudden going up. Yes it's stew and it's ready. You ready to eat?" Lucian grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and some crackers before dishing out the stew into the two bowls and handing one over to his roommate. "Here you go." He chuckled." Sometimes the thermostat does that. Doesn't take much." he said, taking the bowl. "I'll be honest. You're attractive, and I'm attracted to you. Take it as you will. I won't ever bring it up again if you ask me not to." Hatter said: He chuckled. "Sometimes the thermostat does that. Doesn't take much." he said, taking the bowl. "I'll be honest. You're attractive, and I'm attracted to you. Take it as you will. I won't ever bring it up again if you ask me not to." Click to expand... "Uh huh, right, it does that. By the way You can't trick a prankster, and I'm one of the best. I will get you back. Just wait." he then lowered his eyes at the last comment. "You think I'm... I don't mind you saying that, it's just... no one's ever told me that before. I'm not used to hearing stuff like that." "... You aren't? You're practically a model! Furthermore, you can make a living with a body like that!" he paused, awkwardly. "That came out wrong. Point is, you're attractive. I'm sorry for pulling that on you, just to see more of that." Hatter said: "... You aren't? You're practically a model! Furthermore, you can make a living with a body like that!" he paused, awkwardly. "That came out wrong. Point is, you're attractive. I'm sorry for pulling that on you, just to see more of that." Click to expand... "Aha, I knew you did it. Should have dumped chili flakes in your stew, but with my luck you probably like spicy stuff." He gives a slight smile. "But I do like the reason you did it. A model? Nah, I'd rather be a chef. I love to cook and wouldn't mind having a job cooking." A glimmer appeared in William's eye." Haha. I wonder, though... what would it take to get you out of those boxers?" he asked. "I find myself ever so curious." he said, happily eating the stew. Hatter said: A glimmer appeared in William's eye. "Haha. I wonder, though... what would it take to get you out of those boxers?" he asked. "I find myself ever so curious." he said, happily eating the stew. Click to expand... "Hamm... you'll just have to figure that out yourself because I'm not going to tell you." Lucian took a small bite of his stew and finding it cool enough to eat he dug in. "So you like the stew?" "Delicious." he said with a smile. "You really are quite talented, you know." he said, shrugging at the terms Lucian laid out. Hatter said: "Delicious." he said with a smile. "You really are quite talented, you know." he said, shrugging at the terms Lucian laid out. Click to expand... "I do my best. I'm always going through cookbooks and watching food network to get new ideas for stuff to cook, but the stew is my mom's recipe. She taught me her recipes when she wasn't to busy working." "Really? Huh. Sad to say all that's left of my family is this here house." he said, finishing the stew with a grin. "Say, would you mind terribly if I got a little more comfortable?" Hatter said: "Really? Huh. Sad to say all that's left of my family is this here house." he said, finishing the stew with a grin. "Say, would you mind terribly if I got a little more comfortable?" Click to expand... "My mom is gone now. All I have left is my twin brother and my older brother. No I don't mind if you get comfortable sir. It's your house, you can do what you want in it." He then got up and cleaned up his dishes then put them away. "Oh, good. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." he said, slipping out of his shirt and tossing it aside. His body was well-shaped, and betrayed his military background, however brief. He stretched in the freedom of it, before slipping out of his pants. Hatter said: "Oh, good. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." he said, slipping out of his shirt and tossing it aside. His body was well-shaped, and betrayed his military background, however brief. He stretched in the freedom of it, before slipping out of his pants. Click to expand... "I lived with two brothers, nothing gets me nervous much." He glanced back at the man before going back to cleaning up the dishes. "So you're used to going around the house nude, huh? I guess when you live out here in the wilderness by yourself you can do whatever you want." "That's right. Only really get clothed to go out. With decency laws being repealed in the next month or so though, who knows?" he shrugged. "It's comfortable, that's all." Hatter said: "That's right. Only really get clothed to go out. With decency laws being repealed in the next month or so though, who knows?" he shrugged. "It's comfortable, that's all." Click to expand... "Well around here who's going to see if you go out in the nude. I used to skinny-dip in the lake in the woods by my brother's place and never got caught. It's just a matter if you get caught or not and since you live in the woods I doubt you'd get caught if you decided to go out nude as long as you weren't going to town." "Yep." he replied, slipping off his boxers with a sigh and stretching. "Once I don't need to worry about the laws concerning public nudity anymore, though, I might just burn it all. Or cut it all up." he chuckled as he tossed the clothing in a nearby hamper. "Frankly I often wonder why more people don't enjoy it." Hatter said: "Yep." he replied, slipping off his boxers with a sigh and stretching. "Once I don't need to worry about the laws concerning public nudity anymore, though, I might just burn it all. Or cut it all up." he chuckled as he tossed the clothing in a nearby hamper. "Frankly I often wonder why more people don't enjoy it." Click to expand... "I always wondered why nudist colonies get away with people being nude in public when there are laws against it. I never understood that. All someone had to say was I'm a nudist, and they get away with it. You'd probably love France. A lot of nude beaches there. No laws against public nudity at all." "I'd rather not move. The benefits I live on," he flexed his prosthetic, "Are limited to US soil. Besides, didn't you hear? There was a Supreme Court ruling public nudity laws unconstitutional. I shit you not, happened barely a month ago." Hatter said: "I'd rather not move. The benefits I live on," he flexed his prosthetic, "Are limited to US soil. Besides, didn't you hear? There was a Supreme Court ruling public nudity laws unconstitutional. I shit you not, happened barely a month ago." Click to expand... "Really? I didn't know that. My brother must have kept that little tidbit of info from me. That's cool. Guess you won't have to worry much if they change the laws. Do you have any place around here for swimming like a lake or a pool or something?" He thought maybe the man might have brought it up when he mentioned skinny-dipping back home, but it doesn't hurt to ask. He brightened almost right away. "Yeah, about a ten-minute walk that way." he pointed his thumb over his back, opposite the road in. Hatter said: He brightened almost right away. "Yeah, about a ten-minute walk that way." he pointed his thumb over his back, opposite the road in. Click to expand... "Hamm... sounds good. Maybe we could go swimming sometime. I've course I have no swimming trunks with me, so I guess I'll just have to skinny-dip like I always did at home." "Sounds fun." he replied with a grin, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Oh, and... don't worry if you hear weird things at night. The owls round here are weird as hell, I tell you what." Hatter said: "Sounds fun." he replied with a grin, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Oh, and... don't worry if you hear weird things at night. The owls round here are weird as hell, I tell you what." Click to expand... Lucian thinks it's not the owls, but doesn't say it. "Ok, right, weird owls. Gotcha." he looks over at the man, obviously he didn't know Lucian had watched him last night. Lucian didn't know if he should be glad about that or disappointed. He chuckled." What's that weird look for?" he asked. He paused. "Oh, you saw me, didn't you?" he asked. "Well, I suppose it was inevitable. But then, that means you were staying up past curfew, so you have to do something I say." Hatter said: He chuckled. "What's that weird look for?" he asked. He paused. "Oh, you saw me, didn't you?" he asked. "Well, I suppose it was inevitable. But then, that means you were staying up past curfew, so you have to do something I say." Click to expand... "I was in my room like I promised. I just happened to look out the window while getting ready for bed, but yeah I saw you. What do I need to do as my consequences?" He thought for a moment." I'll think of something." he said, holding up a hand. "Hmm mm..." he looked at the kid. "Well... you could either do a clothed-to-nude striptease for me, or you could join me later tonight." Hatter said: He thought for a moment. "I'll think of something." he said, holding up a hand. "Hmm mm..." he looked at the kid. "Well... you could either do a clothed-to-nude striptease for me, or you could join me later tonight." Click to expand... "Strip tease? I doubt I'd be any good at that. Join you later? You mean for whatever you were doing yesterday? That I'm interested in. I think I'll do that one."

Addicted to Nature (Hat + Lucian)|rating:3.0

Black blood brothers(Cerberus, Odyssey, and Luna)

Â?? Its finally done. The transfusion is complete. This girl has done the impossible by surviving the process. It will be years before we can find another like her.â?a?? Is she ready to feed of off yet?â?a?? No. Some of her blood Hanna?’t been infected yet. Until all of her human blood is mutated, the effects will be nullified and it will still be regular blood. But once her blood is fully converted, Shea?’ll be the first vampire steroid. She can make even the weakest vampire have the power of an old blood. With her as our secret weapon, we can eradicate all of our rivals.â? The man laughed and then rubbed the girls cheek.â?? Yes. This is truly a blessing granted to us. We must use her well. It's too bad that someone who dedicated their power to slaying vampires will ultimately end up helping them in the long run.â? The other joined in the laughter as well.â?? Yes.let us retire.â?tsunami was woken up suddenly by a shadow that blocked the strong sunlight. It was a little blonde boy.â?? Hey, are you going to play guitar? I want to hear!â? Tsunami blinked and then looked at the still empty hat next to her. She had been playing for money all day, but no one stopped. Oh well, she thought. I guess if he wants to listen, that?’s good enough. She began to play for the child, and he clapped his hands in amusement. She wondered if he was lost since he wanna?’t with anyone. Soto watched how everything was working just as planned. He just shook his head and walked back into the shadows letting his sword tap against his foot. "I don't see why we are doing this, It will do us no good and will get us noticed." He looked over to Pro and picked him up. Pro was a pure black cat that always hung around Soto. "Keisha and Yuri are going to get this plan all messed up." He just shook his head and started to walk out. "I'm going out for a bite." He set Pro down to wander the area to search and watch what was going on. Jirou was as always sleeping. He just laid there on the small cot in the apartment that him, Mimic and Potato all lived in. It had been another long night which had left him pretty tired so he was now sleeping through the day even though there was still work for him to be done. He laid perfectly still even though his dreams were of old memories and the Hong Kong War. Zelman sat back in his manor on the couch as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth before igniting it and sitting back. "Now what can we do today?" Gaza had been keeping a close eye on the new girl that had come to the special zone not too long ago. He had had brief interaction with her, and he could tell she was a well known vampire slayer in another region. Yuri appeared next to him. "When are we going to make our next move against the silver blade?" He turned his attention to the girl and her audience. "Isn't that his brother? Let's get him!" Yuri started but Gaza grabbed his arm. "Don't.not yet. We don't know how strong that girl is." Mimic ran over to Potato, causing Tsunami to stop playing. "There you are... You shouldn't run off like that, Potato." Mimic looked at the girl. Was she homeless? "I'm sorry, Mimic. I just wanted to hear her, and then I was going to stop playing, honest." Potato said. Tsunami's stomach suddenly growled, causing Mimic to laugh. "Sorry about him. Do you need anything to eat? I'm sure we could pay you back that way." Tsunami cocked her head to the side. "R-really?" Yuri scoffed. "She's just a human. She can't possibly protect both of them from me!" Yuri drew his sword and then looked at Gaza. "What's so special about her that you think I can't win?" He demanded. "I can't seem to control her. She's different. Besides, she's a slayer." He replied. Yuri shrugged. "She's still just a human." Gaza sighed. "Fine. Allow me to make the first move." He pulled out a semi-automatic and then fired at the three. Soto looked around in the rain. He could tell Gaza and Yuri were both outside. He sighed and just shook his head as he walked around outside and jumped up to the roof watching Gaza and Yaqui and shook his head before dropping behind him. "Brother Gaza is right. If you wish to defeat your enemy. it's best to know how strong they are little brother." Zelman could sense a gathering was happening, and he knew that Set felt it as well as he walked up and headed outside and to his roof watching over the Special Zone and dropped his cigarette and stepped on it putting it out. "Something is dementia going on, Oh well not really my problem." He just kept watching the city. Mimic gasped and flinched, holding Potato to her. However, they did not get hit. When she opened her eyes, she saw Tsunami breathing hard, holding a crimson blade in one hand. In the other was her guitar, which had changed into something demonic looking. It appeared that her blade came from it. "Run." Tsunami simply said. The bullets were all on the ground. "Come on, Potato!" Mimic grabbed his hand and she started to run. Tsunami scanned the area for her assailants. Gaza and Yuri watched in surprise as the girl managed to block all the bullets. "I don't need you to tell me that, Soto! However, I won't believe for a minute that she can defeat me no matter how fast she is!" He then took off running. "Yuri! Don't!" Gaza began, but he was long gone. Yuri appeared before her. "Nice moves for a human." He said with a grin. He gripped his sword. "Maybe you can give me a challenge." Soto sighed and just shook his head as he lightly tapped his sword against the ground. "He just never learns, he always just rushes in and gets himself into unwinnable battles." Watching he looked at Gaza and shook his head. "Better head back and go tell sister what Yuri is doing because I'm sure as hell not ticking her off." Jirou sat up in his bed waking up. "Potato." He quickly got up and gripped his sword. Opening the window he jumped out and onto the building and rushed off. He could sense that Potato was in trouble and because of his mission he had to protect Potato at any cost and not let him come into any danger. He kept running before spotting the trio and jumping down landing in front of them. "Potato are you all right?" He looked at Mimic then to Tsunami. Tsunami put the sheath that was her guitar on her back. She then turned around, and suddenly a large eye appeared in the center of her guitar, watching Yuri. "It's all under control." She told Iron. She then picked up her hat and placed it on her head. Afterward, Tsunami turned around and glared at him. "What the hell did you attack us for?" She demanded. The two didn't get far before Iron came. "Brother, help her! She saved us, so please!" Potato begged. Gaza sighed. "He won't try to fight them both. Let's go. I'm sure sister will be interested in this human."" Shit." Yuri started once Iron entered the scene. He smiled at Tsunami. "Because I could. I won't try to fight you today. Not with silver blade here. Next time." Yuri retreated, taking to the rooftops. "That damn Silver Blade." Kassa had been watching Zelma from a distance. She needed to speak with him. But would he listen? Soto nodded and headed off after Gaza. "Better hurry up little brother." He looked around but kept moving after Gaza. He didn't want to get caught by Iron, Not yet at least. Jirou looked at Potato and nodded as he drew his sword. He watched as Yuri started to turn away taking to the rooftops. "Hmm." He slowly slid the blade back and looked at Mimic and Potato. "Mind telling me what is going on? And you?" He looked at Tsunami and pointed at her. "Just now who are you?" Zelman could sense that Keisha was nearby. He just stood on the roof before turning around starting to head back inside the manor. If Keisha wanted to talk to him now was the time. Tsunami watched him leave and then sheathed her sword back into her guitar. It changed back to its original form. She had always admired the Silver Blade but at the same time she was wary of him, as she was of all vampires. "My name is Tsunami Shikimori. I was entertaining the little one and as soon as the girl showed up we were attacked." She looked at Iron and Mimic. "Are you two an item?" Mimic blushed. "No, not at all. My name is Mimic Pasturage." She said with a smile. Keisha walked after him. "Not even going to knowledge me Zelma? And I thought we were friends." She said with a smile. Yafuri joined up with Gaza and Soto. "I could have destroyed her if it was just a one on one fight!" He claimed. "I don't want her destroyed! I just want to capture her. Once she's by herself we'll catch her off guard." Gaza explained. "Well if we don't catch her off guard, I can fight her, right?" Zelma stopped and didn't turn around. "Friend. I guess you could say that, but then again you could say it's not." He stood there overlooking the city and shook his head. "What do you have in plan and what do you want for me and what would I get out of it?" You know I don't do anything unless there is something I could get out of it." Soto looked at Yuri and just shook his head. "You may be a skilled swordsman but you art skilled enough, You know I'm better and even I wouldn't just rush head long against her. Learn to pick your fights better brother." Jirou nodded and looked at Potato and Mimic. "Well I see that you two are all right, and you Tsunami Shikimori, I hope you are all right as well." He looked at them all watching their backs. (gotta pull out for bit. Hand is bothering me from all the work I did earlier, I have to give it a rest for bit.) (D"Well since brother won't introduce himself, I will! My name is Potato Mizuki and that's Iron!" Potato smiled. "It's nice to meet you all." Tsunami started but then fell to one knee. Potato gasped and ran to her, Mimic following close behind. "Are you okay?!" He asked. She shook for a bit. Then her stomach growled. "I'm so hungry." She said, smiling nervously. Mimic sighed with relief. "The least we can do is give her something to eat, right Iron?" Mimic asked. Keisha smiled. "What I want is for you not to interfere with my plans with Iron. Even if it includes his younger brother. As for your payment.what do you want? I could offer you women, but you already have that, don't you?" She continued to walk towards him. Yafuri glared at Soto. "She's just a human, like I said! Both of you are overreacting!" Once they finally got to their base, Gaza realized Keisha was gone. He opened the door and ignored their bickering. Iron nodded and watched them all. "All right then. I know Potato is hungry so we might as well go out to get something to eat." He tipped his hat and started to head off. "So where should we go to get something to eat?" Zelman looked at Keisha and pulled out another cigarette and lit it. He watched her for bit and shrugged. "I don't know what can you give?" Soto just rolled his eyes but when he noticed Keisha hadn't returned he sighed. "I ain't telling her." "Well for starters, how about me? I was saving myself for Iron, but this is for a good cause. What do you say, Zelma?" Keisha stopped when she was close enough and smirked. Yafuri followed Gaza inside. "Are you so whipped that you're afraid of sisters? Well, whatever. Gaza, I notice something about her weapon that might explain her powers. It had an aura of its own. Isn't that." Gaza interrupted. "A cursed weapon? But then that would mean." Yuri cut him off. "She's just a regular human." "I would prefer that you leave me here. I can't really move on my own." Tsunami said quietly. "Wow...how long have you gone without food?" Potato asked. Tsunami smiled. "A while." Mimic shook her head. "We can't just leave you like this. You might get attacked again. There's a restaurant right around the corner, I'm sure you can make it." Mimic took her arm and draped it around her shoulder and then helped her stand up. Iron looked at Tsunami and walked over to her and helped pull her up on her other side helping Mimic. "All right Potato it looks like its up to you to lead the way." He smiled and nodded. "Let's go get some food." Soto shook his head as Pro walked over, and he picked him up. "No I'm just smart enough to know not to make her upset cause its never good when she is upset." Zelman looked at Keisha and Smirked. "Fine.you're mine until you die, or I find someone better." (10 points if you can tell where that quote is from) "You still have that stupid cat?" Yuri demanded while Gaza went straight to his laptop. He had to do more research. There were only three cursed weapons in the world, and each acted like seals for the most powerful old bloods in the world. Mere humans could not control anything like that for long. Kassa cocked her head to the side and smirked. "Then I guess I'm yours forever." She said. (. No clue. >. Soto looked at Yuri. "And you still have that stupid coat." He let Pro rest on his shoulders and tapped his head. "Besides Pro is smarter than you, that's for sure." he just shook his head and cracked his knuckles and walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge and pulled out a blood packet and a bit into it and drank. Zelman looked at Keisha and laughed looking at her. "All right then for that you'll have no interference from me, Now what shall we do?" (it's from Starship Troopers) ((Is that quote from an anime?))" Yafuri? Gaza?" Tsunami asked with a confused expression. "You've never seen them before?" Mimic asked. Tsunami shook her head. "The majority of those bullets were directed at me, so I just assumed they wanted me out of the way. If they did want me, I would be no use to them dead." Tsunami said with a sigh as they were served. "Wow, this looks yummy!" Potato said with a grin. "What does my coat have to do with anything? You better watch your pet, Soto, it might get killed accidentally." Yuri leaned against the wall and folded his arms. "Why don't you two make yourself useful and find Keisha? I need to talk to her..." Gaza replied." I don't think I'm the one that's supposed to give the orders Zelma, however I do need to get back to my base soon so perhaps we can pick this up later." Soto looked at Yuri and glared. Pro looked over at Yuri and just let out a growl not to happy. "See he understands what you are saying and doesn't like it. All I was saying is you always wear that stupid coat and I always have Pro." Zelman looked at her and nodded. "Fine then here an order." as he walked off Keisha would have noticed a small paper list in her pocket, it was order from Zelma she was to be at his place before the sun rose. In a tight fighting short silk dress and to await her master. She was to have heels and pantyhose and to be there for Zelma when he got back. Jirou nodded. "Well then it looks like we'll have to keep an eye out for them. Yuri was the Vampire who landed in front of you and drew his sword but left as soon as I landed on the ground. Gaza is his brother, who is nearby I would think. They have another, Soto. He's more like Gaza Always planning so if you run into him be careful and of course their sister, Keisha."(Well depends. It first came from their movie and then the cartoon was a bust. But ya the line was "All right you've got the job. You're it until you die, or I find someone better") (God, sounds familiar.) Tsubaki listened to Iron's words and nodded. "Come to think of it, Tsunami, you don't have a place to stay, do you? How about you live with us until I can get you a job?" Mimic asked as Tsunami began to shovel the food in her mouth. "Yeah, Tsunami! You'll have fun!" Potato agreed. Tsunami shook her head. "I...can't. I already feel bad for the free meal." Truthfully, she didn't feel comfortable living with black bloods. Yuri shrugged. "So what? It's just a stupid cat!" Gaza suddenly got up. "Shut up! Both of you!" Suddenly Keisha appeared at the door. "What's going on here?" She asked. "Sis, you're back!" Yuri said happily. Gaza pulled her off to the side and began to talk to her and explained his new plan. Kasey turned back to Soto and Yuri. "We're going to capture that girl once she's alone. Gaza will lure her into a trap and you both will capture her." She ordered. Soto heard and sighed then nodded. "All right." He set Pro down and looked at him. "Be useful and keep an eye on the girl won't you Pro?" Pro looked at Soto and jumped off his shoulder and onto the wall. He pawed open the window and jumped out. "We should have no problem luring the trap. No girl can resist Pro." He laughed. "The trap has its bait." Zelman watched the city and shook his head before he started to head back into the manor to sit and wait. As he waited he decided to have a fresh snack. He held onto the girl and fed from her before tossing her to the side for his subordinates to take and have. Jirou looked at Mimic then to Tsunami. "it's not a problem. The only true vampire would be me. Potato is too young to do anything, besides you'd stay with Mimic." "Besides, you wouldn't want to run into Yuri again, would you?" Mimic asked with a smile. "Even if I do, I'll be ready." Tsunami simply said, nearly done with her meal. "Aww, but." Potato began. "I can't. I'm sorry." She simply said as she finished up her food. She has drunk the water she had been given and then rose from her seat. "I wish you all good luck. Thanks for the meal." She then walked out. "Hmm... I hope she'll be okay." Mimic replied. "Our goal is to separate her from her weapon. She thinks I'm human, and I've given her food, so she'll trust me when I offer her a place to stay." Gaza explained. "What will you do, Keisha?" Yuri asked. "I have something I need to do. I'll be back tomorrow night." She said, already at the door. Gaza followed after her. "You two make sure you aren't seen by her. Especially Yuri." Gaza said. Soto just readied his sword and looked at Yuri. "All right lets go, wait until she finds Pro and is preoccupied, and then we can strike." He yawned and headed down waiting for Yuri and Gaza. Pro was out walking around the streets mewling trying to get attention. Jirou looked at Mimic and shrugged. "We'll the best thing we can do is just keep an eye on her and intercept if Yuri or Keisha strike against her. Its best we head home. Mimic, Potato head home I'll keep a watch on her. "Make sure she's safe, brother." Potato said with a smile. Mimic nodded. "We'll go home once we're done here. Tsunami heard the purring and walked towards it. She knew it wouldn't stop right away, but she followed anyway. Sometimes following stray cats would lead you to a good shelter. She yawned a bit, feeling a little drowsy now that her belly was full. "Kasey.you should pay Iron a quick visit." Gaza whispered to Kasey before she left. "Don't tell me what to do." Yuri said before leaving as well. Gaza hoped those fools would hear her to him, otherwise the plan would turn to shit. He split off from them to go to his 'home' where he'd invite her in. Soto laughed bit knowing that the plan would go fine. He laughed bit and kept hidden. Pro looked back and kept mewling as he walked along the road heading for the "Home" Gaza had. Jirou nodded and headed off atop the rooftops and looked around the city trying to find Gaza and Yuri. He also kept an eye on Tsunami watching her follow a cat. "How cute." Zelman sat back in his room all the candles out. The only glow that came to the room was the glow of his cigarette that he had in his hands and let it glow. Once he was done the room went completely black. Keisha had collected everything that Zelma had wanted before she saw Iron. She smirked and headed straight for him, aiming to distract him just long enough to make him lose sight of Tsunami. Gaza stood in front of the door and watched Pro run towards him, Tsunami not too far behind." Heh, what an idiot." Yuri mumbled as he watched her. Tsunami could feel everyone around her, but she dismissed it as her imagination. She always felt things around her anyway. Once she rounded the corner she saw the cat run to the man who had helped her time and time again. "Is this you're cat?" She asked with a smile. Mimiko took Potato back to their home. Zelma waited for Keisha. Enjoying the darkness of the main room he always kept He just sat back waiting for her wondering how she would be dressed and act. Uro bounced up to Gaza and mewed at him then sat down in front of him and looked back at Tsunami. Soto kept himself hidden sword ready to be pulled out. "Keep low Yuri." He watched as Pro got up and walked around Gaza then walked out and headed over to Tsunami and tilted his head and sat in front of her looking all cute. Jirou followed Tsunami but then felt Keisha's energy and looked up as she was headed right to him. "LASSA!" He growled and pulled out his sword and rushed after her. Keisha smiled and drew her sword, blocking his predictable first strike. "What's wrong, Iron? I just wanted to say hi." She grinned. Zaza smiled back at her. "That's right. Would you like a place to stay for the night? I'd feel bad seeing you sleep on the streets." All he needed was for her to agree, and then he'd finally have her. Yafuri rolled his eyes at the stupid cat. It wasn't anything special just because it lured her to them. Tsunami looked at him and nodded. "I'd like that. I hope you don't mind me taking a shower before I go to sleep." She passed him and let herself in, taking off her shoes. The bathroom wasn't hard to find, so she went in and shut the door. Then she began to strip, letting her guitar rest on the bathroom sink. Soto just rolled his eyes and quietly slipped into the house. He looked at Gaza and motioned for him to lock all doors leading out. He then looked at Yuri. "Take her sword. I'll capture her." Pro padded into the house and jumped up onto the TV that rested in the house and laid down to sleep on it. Jirou looked at Keisha and glared before jumping back and bracing himself before launching another strike at her. "I am going to defeat you where you stand with my sword." "I told you not to tell me what to do." Gaza could only smile seeing how smooth his plan was going. He locked the doors and quietly unlocked the bathroom door once he heard water begin to run. Yuri then busted into the bathroom and went for her weapon. Kassa smiled and blocked him once more. "That's great and all, but I have to be somewhere. Plus, It's going to rain soon, Iron." As soon as she said that it began to drizzle. Tsunami had stripped off everything but her underwear and bra when Yuri busted in. Her reflexes were extremely slow being that she no longer had contact with her weapon. She couldn't get to it in time, so she decided to go for the knife strapped to her leg. Soto burst in as well sword drawn and going for her arm so that she couldn't use her knife. "NOW YOU ARE DEAD!. MOON BANI!" He yelled out and swung his sword at her. His sword was very sharp but not silver like all others. He was able to kill a vampire without the use of silver. Most of the time the sheer power behind his sword would hack them to death and leave no trace. Jirou glared. "LASSA!" He then felt the sharp pain as the rain started to fall upon him burning him. Zelman sat back knowing that she would be coming soon as he ordered. But what she didn't know was that he would be all to willing to punish her for failure to come within a good time and not be ready for her new master. Tsunami didn't expect a second assailant, but she made sure he didn't connect with her skin. The last thing she needed was bleeding in front of these blood suckers. She blocked his swing with her knife only to have the blade break on contact. That left her completely defenseless. She recognized Yuri from before and looked away. "TCH. I was careless." Yuri sighed. "That was too easy. I ought to give her this weapon back for a challenge." He stated. Gaza came into the bathroom with a syringe. "That's Keisha's weapon now." He replied, walking over to Tsunami. "Someone hold her for me." Kassa laughed and then retreated, hurrying to Zelma so she would not be late. She still needed to change, but she had no time since she distracted Iron. She presented herself to her new master. "I'm here. Mind if I change?" Soto nodded and quickly rushed up and jumped behind Tsunami and moved his sword in front of her throat. "You take one step and the blade will sever your head from your body now hold still." Pro walked over and into the bathroom watching what was going on. Soto looked at Gaza. "Just do it, do it now brother." Zelman saw Keisha walk in and nodded. "Fine get dressed but since you art dressed you will be punished because of it." He shook his head and just sat back on his couch while he waited for Keisha to get dressed. "Alright, alright." Gaza stuck Tsunami in the neck and allowed the concoction take effect. It would put her asleep and keep her asleep. Yuri watched, clearly unamused. Kassa didn't like the sound of that, but she only had to deal with this temporarily. She changed privately into what he had asked her to dress in. Everything was all black of course. She hadn't dressed like this for ages. She came back out and sighed, not happy with her wardrobe. When Soto held her for Gaza she didn't move, she simply glared at Gaza. "How could you?" She said before he injected her. She then fainted, her legs giving out immediately. Kotaro looked out the window, watching the rain pick up. "I hope big brother is ok." Mimic smiled and hugged him to her. "Of course. He's probably on his way back right now." Soto quickly removed his blade away from her in one quick fluid motion and slid it back into its sheath. He then grabbed Tsunami as she went down the looked at Gaza. "Okay brother what now?" Pro jumped onto the counter then jumped onto Yuri's head then landed on Soto's shoulder and watched meowing. "Okay, okay I know you're hungry." At that moment Iron walked in. the steam and smoke rising from his body before he slumped down onto the floor. "I.hate.the rain." Zelman looked at Keisha and nodded. "Good, dressed how wanted, but you came here not ready to follow orders and such you will be punished for that." He watched her the snapped his fingers letting the candles ignite as he looked at her. "Come over here and kneel in front of your master. Tell him how his pet will make up for failing and how she should be punished." "Ugh! I hate that stupid cat!" Yuri shouted. Gaza sighed. "Let's get her to the base. I have some questions for her." He began to gather her clothes. "And I'm sure Keisha wants to use her to lure Silver Blade." Kassa kneeled in front of him and glared at the floor. "Trust me, this is punishment enough." She mumbled. "Brother, are you okay? Did you see where Tsunami went?" Potato asked. Mimic got some towels and began to dry him off. "What happened out there?" She asked him, clearly concerned. She was surprised he hadn't come back with her so she wouldn't be out in the rain. Soto just patted Pro on the head before heading into the kitchen and pulling out a bowl. He then went to the fridge and poured some milk into the bowl for Pro. "There ya go eat up." He looked at Gaza. "Okay what do we do now?" Jirou shook his head. "I was intercepted by Keisha. She kept me from following Tsunami, and then it started to rain, so I had to get back here to heal, I'm sorry." Zelman looked at Keisha. "What was that I didn't quite hear you." "It's okay. At least you tried, right? I'm sure she's okay, Potato." Mimic smiled back at him and then looked at Iron. "Keisha...do you think she did that on purpose?" Mimic whispered to him. Potato continued to look out the window, hoping Tsunami found somewhere to stay. He had a bad feeling for some reason. "Yuri took care of it." Gaza replied, admiring the guitar. "Hopefully he doesn't kill her or hurt her or anything. Sometimes he can be so unpredictable. Shall we go?" Gaza asked. He was expecting Soto to ask about his plans, but didn't make an effort to explain." I said, this is punishment enough.being so close to you but not being allowed to touch you." Keisha was going to have a hard time adjusting to this. Soto looked at Gaza then nodded and picked up Pro and placed him on his shoulder. "All right lets go." He then nodded to Gaza's previous statement. "Ya Yuri can be unpredictable at times and that can be a downfall for us if we art careful and plan for everything. Even something he does that could hinder us, Speaking of which, What is this plan?" Zelman looked at Keisha and just laughed. "Cute, playing quick to my feelings as an owner. But it won't work that fast my pet." He ran a hand against her cheek watching her. "You will choose your punishment, Now what shall it be hmm?" He got up and walked around her admiring her before giving her rear a swat. Jirou nodded. "I hope so, I really do." He looked over to Mimic. "It could be, or it may be something entirely different reason why she attacked, I don't know." Keisha flinched when he smacked her, but she actually kind of liked it. "Its kind of hard punishing me, Zelma. The line between pleasure and pain is thin. Why don't you just deny me a climax for the night."" Kassa is only interested in the weapon. Her plan is to break the seal and release the old blood that resides inside it. The girl is going to be my new test subject for fun." Gaza smirked. "Well, it's time to go to bed, Potato." Mimic said, going to the curtains and closing them. "Can we go see Tsunami tomorrow, Mimic?" Potato asked as he crawled into bed. Mimic smiled and then nodded. "We'll see if we can find her." Tsubaki opened her eyes and realized she was soaking wet and tied to a chair that was bolted to the floor. ". The least you could do was give me back my clothing." She said, sensing Yuri in the room. Zelma watched Keisha and laughed. "Hmm perhaps you are right." He grabbed her and pulled her over to the wall and tied her hands up to a pole. Looking at her, he yanked her panties down and slid a vibe into her and turned it onto random speeds and tucked the controls into her stockings. He then took her panties and gagged her with them. "That should about do it. Now to let you squirm all night." Soto nodded and walked out of the house and looked around. "All right then, You two can have her. I want the compromiser." He grinned and licked his lips. "Let's go home for the night." Jirou just watched the window standing against the wall. Keisha was starting to deeply regret this, but she had to deal with it until their plan was in stone. It wasn't long before she began to feel her juices running down her legs. She began to make small noises and squirm." You two? Oh, no. She's mine. Besides, Yuri doesn't seem to be interested in stuff like that." Gaza began to head back to the base, looking forward to interviewing his subject. Yafuri scoffed. "I'm not here to make you comfortable." As soon as Potato fell asleep, Mimic looked at Iron. "Are you okay? I know how much you hate Keisha.did she hurt you?" Mimic asked. She was worried about him. She could tell something was bothering him. Tsubaki laughed weakly. "Too bad." She looked at him. "That was such a cheap shot. I was looking forward to fighting you honorably." Zelma watched Keisha and just sat back enjoying the show as the vibe kept changing its speeds inside of her. "Hmm ya know something is missing, Oh I know." He laughed and walked into another part of the room before walking back and pushing the vibe deeper into her. He then ran his hands along her sides before squeezing her rear then slipping a vibe up her ass as well. "There." Soto nodded. "Fine, fine." He shrugged and walked back with Gaza to home. Once inside he headed to the TV to watch the latest news. Jirou shook his head. "No she didn't hurt me it just infuriates me that she always fights then flees, never staying for a real fight." Keisha closed her eyes and whimpered when he pushed the vibe inside her tight ass. This was degrading. She continued to squirm and make noises, struggling against her chains." I didn't choose to capture you the way I did." Yuri simply said. He heard Gaza and Soto come in. Gaza came in the room. "Thank you, Yuri. You can go." He said. Yuri sighed and left. "Now then, how about you start talking. Who are you?" Gaza asked. Mimic sighed. "I think she's just teasing you. Get some rest, Iron." Mimic laid down next to Potato and closed her eyes." My name is Tsunami Shikimori. I am the crimson edge, the human that evil leeches like you fear at night." She glared up at him, her green eyes burning with anger. She looked away. "I'm nothing more than that." She said with anger in her voice. Iron shrugged and walked over to the small cot and laid down on it and set his sword down beside him and his hat over his face as he laid down to sleep. Zelman looked at Keisha and grinned. "You must know Kassandra Jill Warlock, That because I'm not interfering, you are mine for good, there is no chance of you being released from servitude." He laughed and watched as she squirmed. Keisha looked away from him, glaring at the floor. She began to moan louder, feeling herself about to climax already. She did not plan on being his forever. Furthermore, she belonged to no one." I doubt that. Did you know that cursed weapons tend to devour human souls within a month? But you've had it well over a month haven't you?" Gaza looked her over. "I guess Odin just likes me." Tsunami simply said. This was bad. It was only a matter of time before he bit her. She needed to escape. But the only way she could was to attract Odin to her and hope she'd be able to defend herself against the others. The problem was that she risked being possessed by Odin. She had no control of him, and she did not want to wreak havoc on the special zone. Zelma looked at Keisha and slowly pulled the vibe out of her and turned it off. He unzipped himself and slid himself into her. "Good girl You'll do just well." He smiled and started to push against her as he pulled her gag out of her mouth and kissed along her neck. "Go ahead my pet, cry out for your master." When he pushed himself into her, she opened her eyes and moaned. He was thick inside her and he felt good. When her panties were removed from her mouth she bit her lip as he moved against her. "Man."" Odin...is that his name?" Gaza asked, pacing back and forth in front of her. He then stopped. "You look normal on the outside, but perhaps your blood isn't the same." "NO!" Suddenly the blade inside the guitar flew towards her and sliced the ropes off her. She grabbed it and then began to laugh. The eye on guitar appeared once more and a deep rumbling laugh came from it as well. "I suggest you release me." It said along with her. Soto calmly walked in and looked at Gaza then to Tsunami and rolled his eyes before staring right into Tsunami's eyes and trying to hit her with the Eye Raid. But as he did that his hands moved to his sword if he needed to disarm her. Zelman watched Keisha and grinned as he kept thrusting against her for bit. Dragging himself out then sliding all the way back in pushing and pushing to get her to her edge before pulling himself out of her completely. Gaza was speechless but when he heard the guitar itself talk he dropped it. The girl was no longer herself. She was being manipulated by Odin. Yuri came back and smiled. "Good, we can force her to submit the old fashion way!" He drew his sword and charged at her. Kassa was just about to climax when he pulled out of her. "Aww, I wasn't serious." She whined. The eye raid did not work on her, it was simply blocked and deflected. Tsunami held out her free hand and lured Odin back to her. She allowed Yuri to pierce her with his sword only to counter hit with Odin himself. Then, she jumped out the window and took off, struggling to stay in control. Soto hissed as it was blocked. "Impossible. No human can! HEY!" He growled and scrambled out the window after her sword in hand. "Running away? that's so poor form." He jumped to the buildings and ran alongside of them easily keeping up with her. "Now you shouldn't exert yourself when you are wounded like that. Surrender now and we'll take good care of you." Zelman looked at Keisha and laughed. "But I was." He licked his lips watching her before sliding himself back into her. Yuri growled and started to get up to his feet. Gaza picked up his sword and inspecting her blood. He then licked some off the sword and gasped. "What is it, Gaza?" Yuri asked as a huge grin played on Gaza's lips. "The solution to all who object to us." Kassa moaned loudly as he pushed back into her. "Mmm... You're mean...let me cum." She demanded as her cunt gripped him tightly. Only one of them were following her but now that she had forced Odin back into submission she could feel the pain of the wound Yuri inflicted. She took off her hat because she had no clothing to rip and pressed it against her wound while she ran. Rounding a corner she found herself at a dead end. "Shit." She mumbled. Zelma watched Keisha and laughed bit as he kept playing with her and every time he brought her to her brink he would pull out denying her climax as he teased her. "I don't think so. Not yet." Soto landed on the street in front of her blocking her only exit. "There is no way you are getting out of this one. So save yourself and drop your weapon or whatever it is and step aside from it. Place your hands on your head and kneel." Keisha was beginning to get annoyed with him, but she held her tongue. Her frustration showed on her face though. "You are a cruel master, Zelma." She mumbled when he pulled out once more. Yafuri tasted the rest of the blood left on his sword and his eyes widened. He then grinned. "I'll get her.alive." With that he disappeared. Gaza smiled. "So that was the product of the head of the black markets experiment. Too bad he lost it." Tsunami dropped her hat and used the hand that was holding it to grip the hilt of her sword. She would not give up despite her injury. "I'm not going down without some kind of fight." She panted, glaring at him. She then began to charge straight for him, raising her sword to stab him through the heart. Her moves were slow and sloppy due to her injuries. Soto watched Tsunami and let out a small smile. "Then I guess I will coat the walls with your blood. Either way doesn't matter to me." He laughed and ran his hand over the blade. "Vento Sorrento, Show this human why you are not beaten." The blade seemed to glow alive with an energy of its own. Zelman watched Keisha before slowly sliding himself back into her and pushing against her but once he got to his peak he held onto her and started to release into her. Yuri suddenly showed up between the two and knocked Tsunami's sword away. "Fool! We need her alive!" He shouted at Soto before appearing behind Tsunami and grabbing her hands. "You need to calm down." He smirked before sinking his teeth into her. Kassa felt him release inside her and moaned softly. She had not climaxed, but it still felt nice. Tsunami knew something was wrong the moment Yuri showed up. He was much faster than before. Suddenly he was behind her, and before she knew it he had done what she had been afraid of all along. She moaned loudly and fell back on him for support. Tsunami's aura became visible along with Yuri's. His was getting larger with each second. (Hey Luna...is Tsunami impervious to Yuri's venom? I kind of forgot Korean's only needed to bite in order to change their victim.) Yafuri could barely stop himself from draining her completely like all his other victims. He released her and let her fall to the ground. "I've never felt so much power... I could crush the Silver Blade with this." Yuri looked at his hands and grinned. "Nice." ((Shit, that slipped my mind too. I guess so, if anyone's going to change her it would be Iron. Once Tsunami fell to the ground the pleasure stopped and the pain began. She started to writhe on the ground. "You bastards...are..." She couldn't get any more words out. The pain was too great. Soto looked at Yuri and just shook his head. "Oh ya you yell at me when I had no intentions of killing her and now look what you did. You probably just killed her, Good freaking job brother." He shook his head and slid his sword away. "Better go and tell Gaza about this." Zelman looked at Keisha and slowly pulled out of her and left her there to gain her senses. Yuri's moment of glory ended abruptly when he had realized what he had just done. "S-shut up and get her weapon!" He picked her writhing body up and rushed back to the hideout. Once Gaza saw her, he glared at Yuri. "Who is responsible for this?" Kassa looked up at Zelma and grinned. "Are you finished with me master?" She asked sweetly. Luna couldn't even fight back when Yuri picked her up. Her nails dug into her palms as she continued to scream in pain. "It hurts! Oh, god! Make it stop!" She shouted, tears running down her cheeks. Soto just walked past and looked at Gaza. "Who do you think?" He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I swear we need to get a leash for him so that way we keep him from ruining any more plans." He looked back at Yuri and then to Tsunami. " He may have just killed a creation 10 years in the planing and process. Oh, Sis is going to have your head for this one Yuri." Zelman laughed and ran a hand against her cheek. "Trying to play sweet now, huh?" He laughed watching her and licking his lips. "Oh we're far from done." "Shut up! I just wanted more of her blood, okay! You were right, Gaza. My powers doubled when I fed from her." Gaza shook his head. "Well if she gets turned it won't matter. Get her on the table and tie her down." Yuri sighed and did as he was told. Gaza injected morphine into her to dull the pain and then took a blood sample. Kassa frowned a bit. "Are you done punishing me yet? Its getting boring." The pain died down after a bit thanks to the morphine. She was now sobbing quietly, sore, wet and miserable. She was still humiliated from her lack of clothing. Furthermore, she was beginning to wish that she had stayed with Mimic. None of this would have happened. Soto just shook his head and looked at Pro who was just walking around the tops of the cabinets watching the pair work. He shrugged and grabbed a chair and sat back just enjoying the show. "Me shut up. Yuri, How many times have I messed up a plan compared to YOU?" He just shook his head and sighed. Zelman looked at Keisha and untied her. "For punishment.yes.done but I'm not done playing with you." Yuri rolled his eyes ignored him. Gaza studied her blood for a bit and found that Yuri's venom was being attacked and exterminated. "This human truly is amazing! She's not turning, her body is just destroying the venom.so you're off the hook, Yuri." Gaza said, looking back at him. "So, you guys won't tell sis.right?"" Well, that's better." Keisha replied, rubbing her wrists. "Play with me.?" Tsunami was over the worst part. She needed to stitch her wound up, but she was tied down and didn't have supplies anyway. She tried not to fall asleep, but she was damn near close to it. At least she knew she would always have the choice of becoming a vampire instead of being forced. Soto just shrugged. "Fine, I don't care." He looked at Gaza and just shrugged. "I'm heading outside to train." He then walked to the backyard out in the rain and drew out his sword looking at it. He had yet to master its full strength. "Soon I'll master it then I will have that Compromiser." He twirled the blade in his hand. Zelman nodded and licked his lips before pulling her over to the couch and pinning her down. Yuri had an itch to test his new power against Soto, but he held himself back. Gaza rolled his chair to Tsunami and began to stitch up her wound. "The effects of her blood is most likely temporary, Yuri. Don't get too excited." Kassa looked up at Zelma and then caressed his cheek. "You look even more handsome up close." ((Umm...if you guys are waiting on me don't. I can't do anything important until morning.)) Tsubaki watched Gaza stitch up her wound right before she closed her eyes. (no it's mine I was on but dealing with something else) Soto looked back at Yuri and just shook his head as the sword was glowing along with his eyes. "Brother, You wouldn't last against my sword. Not when I am so close to Banzai." He shook his head and twirled the sword. "Come on if you dare." Zelman held onto Keisha and grinned. Yuri shook his head. "I'm not going fight you. I hate having an advantage." Gaza caressed Tsunami's cheek. "Don't start, you two. I'm going to get some rest. I was going to wait for Keisha, but she's taking too long." Kassa smiled back at him. "What?" Soto just shook his head and walked further out into the backyard as he stood there with his sword in hand trying to get to the state release. But his energy wasn't high enough. He hadn't fed in some time, and he was always pushing himself like this. "If I can release it with only half strength, think about when I'm at full?" Zelman pulled her close to him and slid himself inside of her. Yuri watched Gaza leave and sighed. He then looked at Tsunami, contemplating on biting her again. "... What am I thinking.?" He went to the corner of the room and sat, closing his eyes. Kassa moaned as he pushed himself into her. Soto stood out in the rain before opening his eyes and walking back in. his energy was now very low. He sighed and walked to the fridge and grabbed a blood packet. Sure it wouldn't give him full strength, but it would be enough for him to at least feel better. "That's right, what were you thinking?" He tapped his sword against Yuri's back before walking over and looking at Tsunami and shaking his head. "You could have ruined the whole thing, don't you ever think Yuri?" Zelman pushed against her more and more before rolling and pinning her down against the couch. He laughed and watched her as he slowly pushed in and out of her, taking his time enjoying her as he would pull out almost all the way and feel her gripping him before he would turn and push back in as hard as he could. His hands moved swiftly over her body, reaching into her top to play around with her breasts squeezing them and pinching her nipples between his fingers. Yuri glared at Soto and got up. "You know, you've been treating me like shit all day, brother. Are you trying to provoke me and trick me into helping you achieve shitty banzai? Well shrew you!" Yuri shouted. Kassa began to thrust her hips against him, moaning loudly. She arched her back and orgasmed hard against him. She had never orgasmed that hard in her life. Furthermore, she looked up at Zelma and licked her fangs that were beginning to slide out. Soto shook his head. "No little brother. Just trying to make you see the error in your ways that constantly happen. Get some rest. Our little guest isn't going anywhere." He reached over on the counter and grabbed Pro and patted the cat's little head. "Come on time for bed." He then turned and walked out of the room. "Remember to lock the room up though." Zelman held onto Keisha and kept pushing against her before he too started to release inside of her. "Well my pet, for the day you have done well. Go home and rest. I will call you again when I want you." Yuri glared after him and then looked at Tsunami's sleeping form. He sat back down and closed his and drifted to sleep. Kassa got up and stretched. "Alright. Have a good night, Zelma." She grabbed her things and left. The next morning, Potato woke up first. He yawned loudly and then looked around. His brother would stay asleep for a while, but Mimic would wake up soon. He still had the uneasy feeling from before about Tsunami. He shook Mimic gently. "Mimi...can we bring breakfast to Tsunami?" Mimic opened her eyes. "If we can find her." She yawned. "I'll find her!" Potato got out of bed. "Potato wait... Let me get ready." Mimic stated. Tsubaki opened her eyes and tried to move but remembered she was tied down. As always Iron was sleeping heavy but silent. Almost as if he was dead. He just laid there as Potato shook Mimic awake so that he could take breakfast to Tsunami if he could find her. Soto slowly got out and looked around before getting dressed in his Kama. He walked out and yawned and went to the fridge and pulled open another packet and a bit into it feeding. "Need to find something fresh." He yawned waking up before walking outside. Sword at his side as he walked out to practice. "I can feel it. I can release it." Yuri opened his eyes as he heard chains rattling. He got up and saw Tsunami. He then realized his extra power was gone and sighed, eyeing Tsunami and once again thinking of biting her. But then he saw his sister in the corner of the room asleep. Gaza might have already explained the situation. "Hurry, Mimi!" Potato urged. Mimic sighed and got ready to go out. She then looked at the time and gasped. "Oh! I can't right now, Potato! I have to come in early today! We'll see her later." She stated. "But Mimic--." Mimic left before he could say another word. Potato pouted and then went to Iron. "Brother! Wake up!" He started shaking him. Tsubaki could tell Yuri was addicted to her blood already. It was like a drug. Iron yawned and opened an eye as Potato was shaking him. He looked over at him and started to make a fist before waking up more and sitting up. "Good morning Potato." he yawned and blinked. "What is it that you're waking me up early for?" He slowly got up and pulled his hat back on. "Well?" Soto headed back inside and shook himself before he went to the front door. "I am going hunting. I will be back later. If you need me you have my cell." He tightened his sword loop before walking out. Yuri paid no attention to Soto. He stared at Tsunami as she stared at him. Then he pulled his gaze away. At that moment, Gaza walked in. "I'm sure our guest is hungry. Why don't you return the favor from last night?" Yuri scoffed. "I'm not an errand boy." "Mimic went to work and I wanted to see Tsunami now! Can you take me to her?" Potato begged, shaking him still. Mimiko hated how far away work was for her now that she lived in her knew house. She took off her heels and picked up speed. Tsubaki sighed and looked away. A meal sounded good. Iron looked at Potato then nodded. "All right then Potato. If you think we can find her." He stretched and looked at the young lad before starting to head outside with Potato. "Let's go and see if we can find Tsunami again." Soto picked up the scent of Mimic and grinned. "Perhaps breakfast and some entertainment." He laughed bit before quickly heading off in her direction. (Go ahead without me, I'll be busy for a bit.) Potato smiled and ran to the door. "Thanks big brother!" He then opened the door and ran out, headed back to the spot that they had met her in. Then again, he'd be able to pick up her scent if he got close enough. Mimiko slowed down and stopped to catch her breath. "Oh man... I'm late already. It won't make a difference if I run." Iron nodded and headed out with Potato. He looked around at the spot that once saw Tsunami and tilted his head. "Okay not here. So then Potato, where do you think she could be?" He scratched his head for a second and watched Potato. Soto watched her and just shook his head before running and jumping off of the building and landing in front of her. "You'd never get far if you ran, but it sure would be fun." He laughed and watched her then bowed. "Allow me to introduce myself." Potato frowned. "We'll just have to look for her. Where's the last place you saw her go?" Potato asked him, trying to sniff the air to catch her scent. He forgot it had just rained last night. He started to walk towards whatever place he felt like he'd find her. Mimiko's eyes widened when the man dropped in front of her and backed up a bit. He looked familiar, and then she realized that he had been seen with Yuri. She didn't move...she was too scared to turn her back on him. Iron shrugged. "I don't know. Last time I saw her she was following a cat down the road, but then Keisha interrupted me and I got in the fight with her. When I looked back, she was gone." Soto watched Mimic and laughed bit as he stood there. "Now it would be so much better if you were to give up now and save yourself the trouble. I do wish to avoid spilling your blood on this ground and getting my sword all messy." He laughed bit and watched her. "So be a good girl and put your hands on your head and kneel down." Potato sighed. "She's got to be around here somewhere." A few minutes after walking around something caught Potato's eye. When he got closer he began to recognize the object. It was Tsunami's hat. He picked it up and saw the blood and gasped dropping it. Mimiko slowly did as he asked, trembling in fear. She didn't dare scream. Iron walked over and grabbed the hat noticing the blood. "Fresh. I'd say.from last night. But what. Kassa. She somehow got involved. We'll have to track her from her blood." Soto slowly walked over to her and grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. "Soft hands.nice." He looked at her and reached into his Kama and pulled out a strip of cloth and gagged her. He then pulled some rope from his pocket and tied her hands behind her before dragging her into the alley way. Potato looked up at Iron. "Do you think she's okay, brother?" He asked, staring at the blood stained hat. "We shouldn't have let her leave... If she had come with us, she'd be safe." Mimiko tried to pull away from him, shaking her head violently. What did he want with her? She could feel her heart racing as he dragged her into the alley. Yuri had left to get the stupid human some food. After walking for a bit he picked up the Silver Blades scent. "Shit...It's not a good idea to be around him right now." He started to back track and then looked for some other place that had food. "Damn it. How did Gaza get me to do this?" Zaza smiled down at Tsunami and took another blood sample. He studied it for a bit and then smiled. "Looks like none of the virus is left. You're still fully human, Tsunami." Iron nodded. "She will be once we find her Potato." He cracked his knuckles and looked around. "Now to track her using the scent of her blood, that shouldn't be too hard." Soto looked at Mimic and grinned as he licked her lips. "Wonder what you taste like.but unfortunately should I bite, you'd be changed, and I don't want that. So you'll have to quell my other hunger." He laughed before throwing her onto his back and carrying her through the back alley ways to back home. He pulled open the door and laughed. "Look what I bought." Gaza didn't look up. "You're just begging for Silver Blade to find us, aren't you?" He was looking over Tsunami's body, a little tempted to bite her himself. But she needed to fully recover before giving any more blood. "Just sit her down on that chair. I'm sure Keisha would be pleased to see her again. Yafuri came back shortly afterward. He had a stolen picnic basket. "Silver blade is near. Probably looking for." Yuri trailed off after seeing Mimic. "What the hell is she doing here?!" Mimic struggled the entire way. She kicked her legs and tried to make him drop her. When they entered his home base, Mimic saw Tsunami half naked on the table and her eyes went wide." You bastard! Mimic did nothing wrong! Just wait, once I get out of this, heads WILL roll!" She glared at Soto, then at Yuri. Soto looked at Tsunami and laughed bit and looked at MIMO and set her down on the chair and tie her to the chair and kissed her neck. "Don't worry I intend to get silver blade here. But he won't make it to the house and if he does.vent Sorrento Has a nice surprise for him." He laughed and unlocked his sword from its scabbard and looked at Mimic. Mimic shuddered when she felt his lips against her neck. "At this rate, Iron Mizuki is not the one you should be worrying about." Tsunami grinned at Soto and then looked at Mimic. "Don't worry, Mimic Pasturage. I'll get us out of this before they lay a hand on you." She gave the best thumbs up she could and closed her eyes. Mimic wanted to believe her, but she looked so helpless on the table. Kotaro took Tsunami's hat from Iron. He had a feeling she'd want it back. "Where do you want me to hide?" Gaza took the food from Yuri and smiled at Tsunami. "Tough words from the girl tied down." Yuri said and looked at Mimic. "She's useless. Shouldn't we just kill her?" Yuri asked. Gaza tried to feed Tsunami. "You need to keep your strength up." Soto looked at Yuri and shook his head. "Useless to you. Not to me." He looked at Mimic and grinned as he tapped the side of his sword. "No, go wake Keisha and tell her what we have. She'll be glad to See Tsunami and Mimic. And as for Iron. She'll enjoy his visit, albeit brief." He looked at Mimic and grinned and kissed her again. Jirou looked at Potato. "Head home, I think I know where she is." Potato nodded and then turned around. "Please be careful brother." He then headed back home. Tsubaki turned her head away from Gaza and kept her mouth closed. Hungry, yes. Desperate, no. Mimic closed her eyes and tried to ignore him. She was shaking. "Quit messing with her." Tsunami was getting annoyed. She could take abuse but not when someone else was getting abused before her. Yuri looked at Soto. "You wake her up! I'm not going to put myself at risk just because you want to show her your new toy!" Yuri looked at Tsunami. "And you...you're in no position to be giving orders. Keep in mind, you're at our mercy. So shut your mouth little virgin girl." Yuri grinned. Gaza sighed and tried to get her to open her mouth. "A virgin? That's cute." Soto just grumbled and looked around as he stood behind Mimic holding onto her shoulders. "You have to admit. Its one hell of a catch." He held onto her and grinned letting his fangs grow longer. He was just dying to bite into her, but then he didn't want to change her. "We also need to find a way to keep people from changing when we.OH THAT'S WHAT SHE'S FOR!" Jirou licked the blood from his fingers and closed his eyes and concentrated before opening his eyes. The scent was almost like a neon trail he could follow. "Lets see where it leads us to." "That's what who's for?" Yuri asked, folding his arms. Gaza looked up at Soto, raising an eyebrow. "What are you thinking, brother?" He asked, looking at him with mild interest." Can't.anyone get any sleep around here?" Keisha demanded. She looked at Mimic and grinned. "Oh. Another guest." Mimic closed her eyes, trying to stop herself from shaking. It was sad that all they were seen as was toys. Well at least her, anyway. They seemed like they needed Tsunami. "Yeah, that's what who's for?" Tsunami demanded, glaring at Soto. "I'm going to tell you right now, experimenting with my blood will bring nothing but misfortune for all of you." When Keisha showed up, Tsunami looked away, still refusing to eat. Cerberus nodded. "That's what she's for. Yuri remember, you bit her but yet her blood rejected the virus. So we may have a way to use that to our advantage. Say you want to feed but don't want to change someone and risk an outbreak. Well now we may have something and-." He stopped seeing Keisha. "Hello sis." Tsunami shook her head. "I won't let you use me so you can bite innocent people like her, so you can forget it." Besides, she wasn't sure if Mimic would be able to handle her blood, and even if she could, it would still hurt. Mimic looked away from Keisha, trying not to meet her gaze. Yuri scoffed. "You just want to preserve that human." He muttered and then added, "Hello sis." Gaza nodded. "That's a good idea... I'll start working on it now." Keisha walked over to Tsunami and rubbed her cheek. "Relax. You're not in danger." She then turned to Soto. "Killing our victims controls outbreaks." Soto grumbled bit and looked at Gaza. "Well least someone agrees, and look if we can preserve we can also start to make a profit. Store their blood after we draw some. Wait some time then draw more. Yuri, how would you like to have a packet of Tsunami's blood and grow strong at a moment's need. The plan can have some ups to it." "My blood will NOT be harvested for the use of profit! I will NOT be used by any of you!" Tsunami started to struggle against her binds, squirming and trying to move about. Mimic watched her and then looked away. Jirou...where is Iron?[color=FF000]Where is my host? I am getting weak without her aura feeding into me. If I don't get to her soon I will be dormant again.[/color]Tsunami felt Odin again... He was getting impatient. "That sounds like a good idea." Gaza said. Yuri did like Tsunami's blood, but he knew that Soto was doing this for his own motives. Keisha walked over to Tsunami and grinned. "You should relax. You have no more say in what happens to your delicate, soft and delicious looking body." She smiled and ran a finger down her stomach stopping just at the top of her panties. Soto looked at Mimic and grinned as he ran a hand against her cheek. "Don't worry he'll come to see you, and then you'll get to see him die." He smiled and looked at Gaza. "See I told you it was a good idea." Jirou had followed the trail to a rather large house. "This must be it."

Black blood brothers(Cerberus, Odyssey, and Luna)|rating:2.0

Caster v.s everything in the planes (IC)

Cr 1, Battle 1, remaining rests 4BeginThe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2|||||||||||D| 3||||||||||D||D| 4|||||||||D||||D| 5||||||||D||||||D| 6| 7| 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] Edit b is a rock bridge, f is the canyon floor, it is a 60-foot drop 7 donkeys appear before you, with enraged expression on their faces, People roll initiative, and place your character somewhere in row 14-18. And column H to L Richard (Animal Companion) will start in K14. Bruce will start in K15, ground level. Initiative - (1d20-1)[7]Add another 4 to it since I forgot I had Improved Initiative. (So11) Darren starts in J18Initiative:(1d20+1)[4] Alistair takes one look at the creatures and begins thumbing through an ancient text you recognize as his spell book/field guide, a thick tome that seems too heavy for the aging man to carry." Donkeys,"he mutters to none in particular,"chipmunks, cougars, Dalmatians, dolphins...ah yes, donkeys! Hmm, they seem a rather dull bunch. Not too much terribly fascinating information, I'm afraid. Did you know a donkey is stronger than a horse of the same size?" Spoiler Hide ROLLS: (1d20+2)[5] Initiative (1d20+11)[25] Knowledge: nature IOC: Alistair begins in K18, researching donkeys to learn any strengths or weaknesses. I know, seems useless now, but I wanted to get in the habit of rolling Knowledge checks for when I pick up Knowledge Devotion or come across any creatures with strange abilities. "Donkeys? Really?" Isaac will begin in H18. Initiative :(1d20+8)[25] H-15Init(1D20)[20]+7=27!IOC I must learn to add my numbers to the roll directly J-14(1d20+3)[17]"So who knows how to handle animals?" Pizzeria, Ethernet, Drew ski, and Claudius Maximus go now, your group 1, your actions will be determined by order of posts, you need not wait for people in your groupInitativeSpoiler Hide Vizzerdrix 27 Ethernet 25 Drew ski 17 Claudius Maximus 11 Donkey 11 (Goes second) OMG PONIES 5 Jade 4 The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2|||||||||||D| 3||||||||||D||D| 4|||||||||D||||D| 5||||||||D||||||D| 6| 7| 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12| 13| 14||||||||||DR|R| 15||||||||V|||C| 16| 17| 18||||||||AE||A|OP| 19| 20|[/table] b is a rock bridge, f is the canyon floor, it is a 60-foot drop, D are the donkeys, R is the animal companion, C is Claudius Maximus, A is Jade, OP is OMG Ponies, AE is Ethernet, V is pizzeria, DR is drew ski Handle Animal? Handle Animal?! We need no stinking Handle Animal! Fire on H-5 Donkey(1D20+3)[8](1D6)[5]But then again, maybe handle animal would be a good idea Isaac will move to H14 and ready an action. Spoiler Hide Isaac will cast DC 16 Grease if any donkey attempts to charge over the bridge. Additionally, Isaac's Cloudy Conjuration feat will create a caustic cloud of smoke on the space that the first donkey passes through. That donkey will receive the Sickened condition, and therefore a -2 to saves, attack rolls, damage rolls, and skill camp; ability checks, as will any other creature who enters the space. It lasts for one round. "Hold your fire! I'll see if I can't calm these noble beasts." Turning to his trusty Saint Bernard:"Richard, defend!" Turns out you have to roll for that - (1d20+6)[17]If successful (DC 10), I intend to have Richard in K8, perhaps with some kind of readied action? I don't know exactly how much control I have over his actions. If I can dictate them pretty precisely, I'd like him to be readying an action to bite anyone who attacks me in melee. Bruce will fly to K9, ground level (but still flying for now). End turn. I'm going to cast mage armor on my self. Spoiler Hide OCC. There is nothing special I have to do right just cast it? End turns The donkey's charge and move to attack however no readied actions occur, Ethernet none of them actually charge over the bridge, and Claudius none of them attack you, they're swarming your animal companion, and the others can't reach OMG ponies, and Jade it is now your turns post as soon as possible The attacks Spoiler Hide Attack 1 (1d20+3)[6] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+3)[9] (1d2)[2] Attack 2 (1d20+3)[22] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+3)[22] (1d2)[2] Attack 3 (1d20+3)[23] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+3)[6] (1d2)[2] Attack 4 (1d20+1)[7] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+1)[12] (1d2)[1] Attack 5 (1d20+1)[7] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[19] (1d2)[1] Richard takes 3 points of damage The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7|||||||||D|D|D|D|D 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/R|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/C|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12| 13| 14||||||||AE||DR| 15||||||||V 16| 17| 18||||||||||A|OP| 19| 20|[/table] Darren takes out his lyre and begins to strum it, singing softly and willing his allies to strike true and hard.---Inspire Courage! +1 to attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, and saves against charm and fear. "Well,"the aging mage grumbles,"this certainly seems to have gone downhill fast. Guess we'll need to join the thick of things." Waddling forward, Alistair grumbles a few archaic syllables, but nothing seems to happen. Move action:move to K12Standard action:cast Invisible Extended Mage Armor Effects/durations:Spoiler Hide Mage Armor: 1/1200 rounds Pizzeria, Ethernet, Drew ski, and Claudius Maximus your turns The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7|||||||||D|D|D|D|D 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/R|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/C|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12|||||||||||OP| 13| 14||||||||AE||DR| 15||||||||V 16| 17| 18||||||||||A|OP| 19| 20|[/table] Move to H-12Fire on I-7(1D20+4)[18](1D6+1)[5](Spent 2 arrows so far) Move toG12. ActivateFiery Burton the intersection between I7 and J8. DC 16 Reflex for half damage. Damage, from top left donkey to top right donkey to bottom right.(2d6)[8](2d6)[8](2d6)[11]And pass turn. I'll use an orb of acid on the donkey in J-9.(1d3)[3]I didn't forget to do anything with the spell, did I? If that's Acid Splash, you forgot the ranged touch attack. I really wanted Richard in J9. I have absolutely no idea why I wrote K8. Bruce withdraws to N9, altitude +5, and points to the donkey in J9. If it's been killed by now, then the one in K7." Sic 'I'm, boy!" Handle Animal - (1d20+4)[11](DC 10)If successful:Spoiler Hide Attack Roll - (1d20+4)[11] Confirmation Roll - (1d20+4)[6] Damage - (1d6+3)[9] CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[5] Trip Check - (1d20+2)[22] Add one to each instance of damage if Inspire Courage affects natural weapon damage. End Turn. Claudius even with to inspire courage boost your dog just misses, Pizzeria you hit with the bow, Ethernet your fire burst, two of them saved against for half, Drew ski, I took the damage, but if you're using acid splash you need an attack roll,6 attack Richard, and 1 attacks OMG PONIESAjadea and OMG PONIES your turn The attacks Spoiler Hide Attack 1 (1d20+1)[16] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+1)[8] (1d2)[2] Attack 2 (1d20+1)[21] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+1)[10] (1d2)[2] Attack 3 (1d20+1)[16] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[10] (1d2)[2] Attack 4 (1d20+1)[4] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[17] (1d2)[1] Attack 5 (1d20+1)[6] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[18] (1d2)[2] Attack 6 (1d20+1)[6] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+1)[3] (1d2)[1] Attack on COMPANIES (1d20+1)[13] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[19] (1d2)[2] Richard takes 2 points of damage, OMG PONIES takes 1 point of damage The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7||||||||||D|D|D|D| 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/R|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/D|f|f|f/C|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12|||||||AE|V|||OP| 13| 14||||||||||DR| 15| 16| 17| 18||||||||||A| 19| 20|[/table] Sorry I didn't realize, and I meant to put acid splash.(1d20+3)[14]In the future if anyone sees something wrong with what i do just point it out. Okay you hit Darren dashes forwards, lyre under one arm and his crossbow in the other hand, already loaded. His fingers shift on the strings, and he stops for a fraction of a second, loosing the crossbow bolt before continuing the music.--Move to K13, try to shoot(1d20+1)[16]+1(17) the donkey in J9 for(1d8)[2]+1 (3) damage Spoiler Hide Well, there's nothing by RAW that says a bard can't attack while using bardic music. It's just incredibly awkward to describe. Alistair hops back, pulling up his crossbow and squinting as he takes aim at the nearest donkey." Now, the heart should be about...there,"he says as he lets one fly. Free action:5-foot step to L12Standard action:attack donkey in J11 w/ crossbowROLLS:Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[16] attack (1d8)[6] damage Effects/duration:Spoiler Hide Mage Armor 2/1200 ERM...what? Both of us can't fit in K13... Originally Posted by OMG PONIES Alistair hops back, pulling up his crossbow and squinting as he takes aim at the nearest donkey. "Now, the heart should be about...there," he says as he lets one fly. Free action: 5-foot step to K13 Standard action: attack donkey in J11 w/ crossbow ROLLS: Spoiler Hide [roll0] attack [roll1] damage Originally Posted by Jade ERM...what? Both of us can't fit in K13... Yes and since Jade posted first she gets importance, you need to pick a different spot OMG PONIES IOC: My mistake, that's what I get for looking at the map and not the following posts as well. My post has been updated. Okay both Jade and OMG PONIES hit their targets, Claudius Maximus, Drew ski, Ethernet, VizzerdixThe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7||||||||||D|D|D|D| 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/R|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b/D|f|f|f/C|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/D|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12|||||||AE|V||||OP| 13|||||||||||A| 14||||||||||DR| 15| 16| 17| 18||||||||||A| 19| 20|[/table] Map's wrong, I (marker A) am inK13, Ethernet (marker AE) is inG12. Okay I'm fixed my turn?move to I-12Charnel touch donkey J-11touch attack(1D20+2)[17]damage:(1D8)[5] Richard presumably continues to chomp his way out of the donkey pile, attacking the donkey in J9. Attack Roll - (1d20+4)[24]Confirmation - (1d20+4)[5]Damage - (1d6+3)[6]CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[8]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[4]Once again, add 1 to each instance of damage if Inspire Courage affects natural weapons. I'd like a ruling on that, if it isn't too much trouble. Bruce moves to K11, altitude +10. Inspire courage does work on natural weapons 7 damage then. I end my turn. Isaac will conjure his Fiery Burst on the intersection between I8 and J9.(2d6)[9](2d6)[5]DC 16 Reflex Half, once more. And I'm done. I'm going to attack the Donkey in J-11 with acid splash.(1d20+3)[12](1d3)[3] Jade, and OMG PONIES it is your turn, two of the donkey's have collapsed, one after attacking Richard one last time The attacks Spoiler Hide Attack (1d20+1)[3] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+1)[10] (1d2)[1] Attack (1d20+1)[15] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[14] (1d2)[2] Attack (1d20+1)[3] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+1)[17] (1d2)[1] Attack (1d20+1)[20] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[21] (1d2)[1] Attack (1d20+1)[11] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[10] (1d2)[2] To OMG PONIES (1d20+1)[2] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+1)[9] (1d2)[1] Richard takes one point of damage, from the donkey's teeth The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7||||||||||D|D|D|| 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/|b/R|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b/D|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/|b/C/D|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12|||||||AE||V|||OP| 13|||||||||||A| 14||||||||||DR| 15| 16| 17| 18||||||||||A| 19| 20|[/table] Darren loads his crossbow and shoots at one of the donkeys, shifting his grip on the lyre slightly and never ceasing to play.---Shooting donkey in K9, maintaining bardic music. Attack:(1d20+2)[22]Damage:(1d8+1)[4]EDIT: Rolled CRT check, double 4s. Never mind. Where is it, on the dice roll test thread? Rolled it here, rolled two 4s, and deleted the post because I dislike double-posting. I still need the conformation roll *shrug* I can roll again, if you want me to. Critical Confirmation:(1d20+2)[17]Damage:(1d8+1)[4] That might be best for you to re-roll Shifting around the battlefield once again, Alistair narrows his eyes to a slit, draws a bead on a donkey across the bridge, and fires." What do you say, chaps,"he calls over his shoulder,"time to call in the cavalry yet?" Free action: 5-foot step to M12Move action: reload crossbow Standard action: fire crossbow at donkey in L7ROLLS:Spoiler Hide Attack (1d20+2)[9] Damage (1d8)[1] Effects/duration:Spoiler Hide Mage Armor: 3/1200 ... Are we moving on? No I need you to re-roll My reroll is up there, in the post where I asked if I should reroll. Copying down the numbers:Critical confirmation: 17. Damage: 4 (again. really?) apparently your d8 likes 4, sure you're not using weighted dice Claudius Maximus, Vizzerdrix, Ethernet, and Drew ski, it is your turn, no more of the donkey's have fell The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7||||||||||D|D|D|| 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/|b/R|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b/D|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/|b/C/D|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12|||||||AE||V||||OP| 13|||||||||||A| 14||||||||||DR| 15| 16| 17| 18||||||||||A| 19| 20|[/table] Move to K-10 (Donkey @K-11 gets an AOO)If NOT hit, then Bad Touch the donkey @ K-9[roll]1D20+5[/roll]IF HIT: Bad touch myself instead (yay healing ^_^)Either way, Channel Touch for:(1D8)[5] (1D20+5)[18]Grumble Isaac will 5ft step to H12, and use Fiery Burst on the intersection between J6 and K7.(2d6)[5](2d6)[4] Okay sorry for the wait, I sent private messages to Claudius and Drew ski, and they have 24 hours to post before they skip (My apologies for the wait. I have no internet at home for a while. Also, I was waiting for Drew ski to post because I wanted to go last.) Richard attacks whichever donkey looks the weakest. If that's not a targeting option, he'll attack donkey K9. Attack - (1d20+4)[20]Damage - (1d6+4)[8]Confirmation - (1d20+4)[11] Extra Damage - (1d6+4)[6]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[17]Bruce throws his club at the donkey below him, then moves in a circle that ends him in K12. Attack - (1d20-1)[8]Damage - (1d4-3)[-2]Confirmation - (1d20-1)[16] Extra Damage - (1d4-3)[0]End turn. Okay Drew ski's turn is skipped, sorry about the long wait, Jade, and OMG ponies your turns The only donkey is in L7The attacks Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[16] (1d2)[2] (1d20+1)[7] (1d2)[2] Richard takes 2 points of damage The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7||||||||||||D| 8|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/|b/R|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 9|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 10|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 11|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|b/V|b|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f|f| 12||||||||AE|||C||OP| 13|||||||||||A| 14||||||||||DR| 15| 16| 17| 18||||||||||A| 19| 20|[/table] Ali lets fly another crossbow bolt.(1d20+2)[4]Attack(1d8)[5]Damage Effects/durations:Spoiler Hide Mage Armor 4/1200 Sorry for the wait just messaged Ajadea turn is skipped, Drew ski, Claudius, Ethernet, and Vizzerdrix it is your turns the map is the same as above Richard attacks the remaining donkey. Attack - (1d20+4)[20]Damage - (1d6+4)[5]Confirmation - (1d20+4)[24] CRT Damage - (1d6+4)[7]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[21]Bruce lands in K11 and picks up his club. End turn. Foot victory for all, now we have a vote do you want to use one of your rests, people have 24 hours to post, you gain 58 XP each and 20 gold each I vote against using a rest. The only major resource we've used are Richard's hit points, Mage Armors, and Inspire Courage. Query: How long does a spell or effect have to last to carry over to the next battle? Basically, how much time passes between battles, barring rests? About 1 hour passes Sorry about not being able to post. Let's not rest, as we have used almost none of our resources. I'm inclined to agree that resting won't be necessary. I vote not to rest, but can we also vote not to have an hour pass between fights this time? Furthermore, I don't want to lose any Mage Armor duration. Furthermore, I retrieve my crossbow bolts. MAR KILLING! Hmm... how much would the bones of a donkey weigh? Nevermind. I support Ponies. Sally forth! Sure 15 minutes can pass if you choose to, but no less, Drew ski has 3 hours to post before I just go on anyway Cr 1, Battle 2, Remaining rest 4The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3|||||||C||C||C 4||||||C||C||C||C 5|||||||C||C||C 6||||||||C||C 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters I'm assuming that Drew ski is not playing anymore, due to lack of posting, everyone roll initiative, and pick a spot from F, to M and 15 to 18 Initiative:(d20+8)[23]Locale: F18. Initiative - (1d20+3)[16]I 16, with Richard in J16. What do the monsters look like, assuming we can see them? Knowledge Nature - (1d20+9)[23]if applicable. They have 100 legs and are as big as cats (1d20+2)[14]In I18. What kind of knowledge rolls would it require identifying these baddies? Effects/duration:Spoiler Hide Mage Armor: long time Initiative:(1d20+1)[5]Darren starts in G16. My initiative is hating me. Just waiting for VizzerdrixGoing to bed night Here!(I hate working overnights)(1D20+7)[9]H-15. A knowledge: Arcane check to identify the baddies (if that matters or helps)(1d20+2)[21] It is Ethernet, and Claudius Maximus's turn, you have 24 hours to post. Have fun The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3|||||||C||C||C 4||||||C||C||C||C 5|||||||C||C||C 6||||||||C||C 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15||||||||V| 16|||||||A||Cl|R 17| 18||||||AE|||O| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix InitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Isaac moves to H17 and readies an action. Spoiler Hide Readied Fiery Burst if any of the creatures approach within 25ft. Additionally, if he would be attacked, it's safe to assume that he would use his Abrupt Jaunt ability to teleport 10ft backwards, rather than be hit. He sighs with obvious exasperation. "I have a feeling that this group won't be any friendlier than the last." Bruce commands Richard to defend him. Handle Animal - (1d20+6)[10]DC is 12. If successful, Bruce moves to I13 and readies an action, and I'd like for Richard to move to J13 and ready an action as well. Bruce's action:Spoiler Hide Attack any centipedes that enter his reach with the club. Richard's action:Spoiler Hide Attack anything he isn't familiar with that enters his reach. (I'm assuming he's familiar with the party). I figure that's a reasonable thing for a dog to do when ordered to defend its master. If that's not acceptable, just tell me and I'll try something else. If he is unsuccessful, I guess Bruce is on his own in I13? I'm not very clear on what an animal does when it isn't successfully handled. Edit: Looks like I'm about to find out... End turn. Your dog does nothing because you failed by less than 5, and the centipede's move forward, It is Vizzerdrix, OMG ponies, and Jade turn, you have 24 hours to postThe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6|||||||||C||C 7|||||||C||C||C 8||||||C||C||C||C 9|||||||C||C||C 10||||||||C||C 11| 12| 13|||||||||Cl| 14| 15||||||||V| 16|||||||A|||R 17||||||||AE| 18|||||||||O| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix InitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 (Looks like you moved the wrong guy. It's supposed to be me in I13. Viz should be back in H15.) it's been fixed "Ugh. Disgusting little creatures. Darran mutters, loading his crossbow and shooting at one of the centipedes. Attack:(1d20+1)[9]If CRT: (1d20+1)[5]Damage:(1d8)[2]O_o. Those are some amazingly horrible rolls. Move to H-13. Fire on H-10.hit/damage(1D20+3)[20](1D6)[2] Move to E16. Fire on H10.(1d20+2)[5]attack(1d8)[2] damage One of them died, It is now Ethernet, and Claudius Maximus turn The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6|||||||||C||C 7|||||||C||C||C 8||||||C||C||C||C 9|||||||C||C||C 10||||||||||C 11| 12| 13||||||||V|Cl| 14| 15|||||||| 16|||||O||A|||R 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix InitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Isaac will 5ft. Step to H16, and Fiery Burst the intersection of I9 and J10. DC16 Reflex half.(2d6)[8](2d6)[7] "Damn it, Richard, get over here and guard!" Handle Animal - (1d20+6)[15]DC is 12. Once again, Bruce readies an action, and if that roll is successful I'd like for Richard to move to J13 and ready an action as well. Bruce's action:Spoiler Hide Attack any centipedes that enter his reach with the club. Richard's action:Spoiler Hide Attack anything he isn't familiar with that enters his reach. End turn. Two more died, Also awesome response time, Guys thanks, It is Vizzerdrix, OMG ponies, and Jade turn, you have 24 hours to postThe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10|||||||||C||C| 11|||||||C||C||C| 12||||||C|C|C|C|||C| 13||||||||V|Cl|R| 14| 15|||||||| 16|||||O||A|AE| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix Dog attack Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[21] (1d6+3)[4] CRT (1d20+3)[18] (1d6+3)[7] InitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Reload and shoot the centipede in F12. My (digital) dice must be hating me, I hope they stop that. Attack:(1d20+1)[11]If CRT:(1d20+1)[11]Damage:(1d8)[4] Looks like Bruce gets his readied action, attacking the first centipede to enter his reach. Attack - (1d20-2)[10]Damage - (1d4-3)[-1]Confirmation - (1d20-2)[5] CRT Damage - (1d4-3)[-1]If there's some reason that wouldn't happen, then my apologies, and you can just ignore this. It happened, I did it under spoiler dog attack, I'm using those rolls Both Bruce and Richard readied attacks. You only seem to have rolled for Richard, so I was rolling Bruce's. Oh, oops. Well you missed Bad Touch I-12Melee Touch(1D20+2)[14]Damage(1D8)[4] Shooting the centipede in F12(1d20+2)[16]attack(1d8)[7]damage: Sorry for the delay--hectic weekend. You may want to give 48 hours to post at the end of the week. IOC Okay at Friday and Saturday there will be a 48-hour thing, Ethernet, and Claudius Maximus you have 24 hours to post, Vizzerdrix if you have an issue with me making the saves for you, just mention it, and I won't again The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10|||||||||C||C| 11|||||||||C||C| 12|||||||C||C||C| 13||||||||C/V/C|Cl|R||C| 14| 15|||||||| 16|||||O||A|AE| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix The attacks Spoiler Hide attack 1 (1d20+4)[21] (1d3-5)[-2] CRT (1d20+4)[17] (1d3-5)[-2] attack 2 (1d20+4)[7] (1d3-5)[-4] CRT (1d20+4)[12] (1d3-5)[-3] Possible fort saves Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[19] (1d20+3)[8] You take 1 point of damage but make the saveInitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Isaac will Fiery Burst the creatures in I11 and I12 and 5ft step to H17.(2d6)[3](2d6)[4] "Hold still..." Bruce attacks one of the centipedes in Chuck's space:Attack - (1d20-2)[17]Confirmation - (1d20-2)[2]It would do 1 damage, 2 on a CRT. I think it's reasonable to assume Richard attacks the closest moving centipede, which would be the one in K12:Attack - (1d20+3)[8]Damage - (1d6+3)[5]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[22] Extra Damage - (1d6+3)[4]End turn. OMG ponies, Vizzerdrix, and Jade it is your turn you have 24 hours to postThe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10|||||||||C||C| 11|||||||||||C| 12|||||||C||||C| 13||||||||C/V/C|Cl|R||C| 14| 15|||||||| 16|||||O||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix InitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Move to L16, fire at the centipede in L13:Attack:(1d20+1)[10]If CRT:(1d20+1)[15]Damage:(1d8)[3] Alistair focuses his fire on the same centipede, mumbling something about conserving resources and wishing he could use a spell right now.(1d20+2)[11]Attack centipede in L13(1d8)[5] SO I got bit for 1 DMG? K! If either of the critters in my square are injured, I'll hit that one. If not, the other one. Bad Touch (Touch Attack)(1d20+2)[6]Damage(1D8)[7] You all miss, Claudius Maximus, and Ethernet it is your turn to post, it's Tuesday so you have 24 hours The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10|||||||||C||C| 11|||||||||||C| 12|||||||C||||C| 13||||||||C/V/C|Cl|R||C| 14| 15|||||||| 16|||||O||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix InitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Bruce tries to hit the same centipede he attacked last turn:Attack Roll - (1d20-2)[9]Confirmation - (1d20-2)[15]1 damage, 2 on a CRT. Richard continues to attack the centipede in K12:Attack Roll - (1d20+3)[18]Damage - (1d6+3)[4]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[16] CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[9]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[4]End turn. Isaac will five-foot step to I16 and will Fiery Burst the creatures in K10 and K11.(2d6)[6](2d6)[5] It is jade, OMG ponies, and Vizzerdrix your turn, it's Wednesday so you have 24 hours to postThe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12||||||||C/C| 13||||||||C/V/C|Cl|R||C| 14| 15|||||||| 16|||||O|||||||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix Centipede attacks Spoiler Hide attack 1 (1d20+4)[19] (1d3-5)[-2] CRT (1d20+4)[10] (1d3-5)[-4] Attack 2 (1d20+4)[8] (1d3-5)[-3] CRT (1d20+4)[17] (1d3-5)[-3] Fort saves Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[7] (1d20+3)[19] Vizzerdrix you take 2 points of damage and one point of DEX damageInitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Poison dose 1 9 turns Poison dose 2 10 turns Poison dose 3 10 turns Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure the centipedes provoke when they attack since they have to move into their target's square. If so, Bruce attacks the first centipede that tries to hit Chuck:Attack - (1d20-2)[5]Confirmation - (1d20-2)[5]If Chuck threatens any squares, I think he would get an AOO too. 5 footstep Clever girls... Again, If either of the critters in my square are injured, I'll hit that one. If not, the other one. Bad Touch (Touch Attack)(1d20+2)[11](1d8)[3] IOC: I moved to L16 last turn Attacking the centipede in L13:(1d20+1)[13]Damage(1d8)[6]If CRT:Attack:(1d20+1)[21]Damage(1d8)[6] Alistair also attacks L13(1d20+2)[12]Attack(1d8)[8]Damage Claudius Maximus and Ethernet it is your turn. I have decided to always make the time between post 48 hours. The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12||||||||C/C| 13||||||||C/V/C|Cl|R||C| 14| 15|||||||| 16|||||O|||||||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix InitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Poison dose 1 9 turns Poison dose 2 10 turns Poison dose 3 10 turns Bruce attacks the injured centipede in Chuck's space:Attack - (1d20-2)[9]Confirmation - (1d20-2)[1]He then directs Richard to attack the uninjured one in Chuck's space. Handle Animal - (1d20+6)[26]DC is 12. If successful, I'd like for Richard too 5-step to I14 and attack:Attack - (1d20+3)[8]Damage - (1d6+3)[4]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[21] CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[4]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[12]If unsuccessful, I think Richard is still trying to "defend" Bruce, so I guess he would ready an action to attack any centipedes that enter his reach. End turn. Isaac will (once again) Fiery Burst the creatures in H12.(2d6)[10](2d6)[6] Andrea, OMG ponies, and Vizzerdrix it is your turn to postThe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13||||||||C/V/C|Cl||C| 14|||||||||R| 15|||||||| 16|||||O|||||||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix Attacks Spoiler Hide 1 (1d20+4)[22] (1d2)[1] CRT (1d20+4)[20] (1d2)[1] 2 (1d20+4)[11] (1d2)[2] CRT (1d20+4)[18] (1d2)[2] Fort saves Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[14] (1d20+3)[23] Vizzerdrix you take one point of damageInitativeSpoiler Hide Ethernet 23 Claudius Maximus 16 (1) Monstrous centipedes (tiny) 16 (2) OMG ponies 14 Vizzerdrix 9 Jade 5 Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Poison dose 1 9 turns Poison dose 2 10 turns Poison dose 3 10 turns (Richard should be in I14, having 5-stepped there on my last turn.) It's been fixed Same deal as last two times Channel Touch whatever one has taken the most damage Touch attack(1d20+2)[4](1d8)[7] You just can't hit can you I've always had bad dice karma. It got so bad once that one of my old DMs counted it as a flaw Then maybe you should take no save, no hit just suck spells? Those and buffs are my normal plans. The worst part is when I play a melee combatant. Power Attack gives me nightmares! Just be happy you can heal yourself Claudius Maximus and Ethernet it is your turn The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13||||||||C/V/C|Cl||C| 14|||||||||R| 15|||||||| 16|||||O|||||||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Poison dose 1 8 turns Poison dose 2 9 turns Poison dose 3 9 turns Poison dose 4 10 turns Bruce attacks the injured Centipede in Chuck's space:Attack - (1d20-2)[12]Confirmation - (1d20-2)[7]Richard attacks that centipede as well, or if it has already been knocked out, then he instead attacks the remaining centipede in Chuck's square:Attack - (1d20+3)[14]Damage - (1d6+3)[4]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[14] [roll=CRT Damage]1d6+3[/ROL]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[20]End Turn. Isaac's only action will be to attempt to cook up the remaining creature in K13.(2d6)[5] OMG ponies, Vizzerdrix, and Jade it is your turn The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13||||||||C/V|Cl||| 14|||||||||R| 15|||||||| 16|||||O|||||||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix Attacks Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[6] (1d3-5)[-4] (1d20+4)[22] (1d3-5)[-3] Fort save Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[22] Nothing happens to you VizzerdrixReminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Poison dose 1 7 turns Poison dose 2 8 turns Poison dose 3 8 turns Poison dose 4 9 turns Poison dose 5 10 turns Originally Posted by Eleven Nothing happens to you Vizzerdrix Hurray! One final shot at this damn bugC-Touch(1d20+2)[10]DMG:(1d8)[2]! Some are born to dish it out, and some to take it I guess. "Get out of the way!" Alistair shouts as he lets loose another crossbow bolt, hoping that it doesn't hit his ally.(1d20-2)[-1]Attack (firing into melee)(1d8)[7]Damage Darren loads his crossbow and shoots at the remaining centipede. Attack(1d20-3)[5](1d8)[7]If Critical(1d20-3)[2](1d8)[2] Claudius Maximus and Ethernet it is your turn The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13||||||||C/V|Cl||| 14|||||||||R| 15|||||||| 16|||||O|||||||A| 17||||||||AE| 18| 19| 20|[/table] C=monsters, AE=Ethernet, Cl=Claudius Maximus, R=Richard, O=OMG ponies, A=Jade, V=vizzerdrix Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Poison dose 1 7 turns Poison dose 2 8 turns Poison dose 3 8 turns Poison dose 4 9 turns Poison dose 5 10 turns Bruce attacks the remaining centipede:Attack - (1d20-2)[8]Confirmation - (1d20-2)[13]If it is still alive after that, Richard also attacks it:Attack - (1d20+3)[23]Damage - (1d6+3)[5]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[16]CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[4]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[5]End turn. Victory! You gain 90 XP, 24 gold each, the group gains a gem, and a masterwork whip, Thricedeadcat your character's gains were included in what I told you Now You voted to not use a rest so These three beings each look like a beautiful human, with calm, serene features and an inner radiance that shines from their faces Cr 1 Battle 3 Remaining rest 4The Marthe map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3|||||||||A||A 4||||||||||A| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] A=monsters Pick a spot from 15 to 18 and F to MInitativeSpoiler Hide Creatures (1d20+4)[23] Bruce starts in I16, with Richard in J15. Knowledge Nature - (1d20+9)[11]to try to identify the creatures. Initiative - (1d20+3)[10] Isaac will begin inK16. Initiative:(d20+8)[15] Alistair begins in J16.(1d20+2)[11]Initiative(1d20+9)[14]Know: arcane(1d20+7)[12]Know: dungeoneering(1d20+9)[24]Now: local(1d20+11)[23]Know: nature(1d20+7)[26]Know: planes(1d20+9)[13]Know: religion Darren starts in F15. Initiative(1d20+1)[2]Bardic Knowledge(1d20+3)[15]Knowledge (Religion)(1d20+6)[23]Knowledge (Arcane)(1d20+6)[24]Knowledge (The Planes)(1d20+6)[11]Knowledge (Nature)(1d20+6)[14] I-15(1d20+6)[8] These creatures are animals. Creatures with a touch of angelic blood in them. They move forward and shoot bolts at you. Vizzerdrix the five fort saves are from the poison from the last fight. Also, it's everyone's turn, The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7|||||||||A||A 8||||||||||A| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15||||||AJ||||R|OP|eye 16|||||||||C| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] A=monsters, AJ= Jade, C= Claudius Maximus, Op =OMG Ponies, AE=Ethernet, R= Richard attacks Spoiler Hide jade attack 1 (1d20+1)[9] (1d8)[1] CRT (1d20+1)[10] (1d8)[6] attack 2 (1d20+1)[16] (1d8)[7] CRT (1d20+1)[2] (1d8)[7] attack 3 (1d20+1)[19] (1d8)[5] CRT (1d20+1)[13] (1d8)[5] Jade you drop instantly as the bolts pierce your flesh, I'll send the damage over pm Fort saves Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[19] (1d20+3)[4] (1d20+3)[17] (1d20+3)[21] (1d20+3)[17] Vizzerdrix you take 1 DEX damage as the poison leaves your systemInitativeSpoiler Hide Creatures = 23 Ethernet = 15 OMG ponies = 11 Claudius Maximus = 10 Vizzerdrix = 8 Jade = 2 Stabilize, Stabilize....come on....1-10 stabilizes, I believe:(1d100)[8]WHEW! Of course, Darren's still at low negatives...me and my pathetic 6 maximum HP are over here...where's the healer? Did druid boy prepare spells i.e. only one cure minor wounds. So not a lot. Claudius why only one Cure minor wounds, you're the only healer? Well *^&$. They just about killed the other healer, and I was planning on taking Cure Light Wounds at level up, because like it or not, someone needs to patch up everyone else between battles. May I request that we rest before the next battle? Yeah, sorry about the lack of healing. I noticed that mistake early on, but I figured my spell list was set in stone once I submitted the sheet. Is it possible to tell whether a creature has stabilized? Like with a Heal or Spot check or something? If so:Heal - (1d20+7)[22]Spot - (1d20+11)[22]If I need something else, please tell me. If Bruce successfully notices that Darren is stable, he'll move to G14 and cast Entangle centered at the upper intersection between I1 and J1. The DC to beat is 18. He then commands Richard to attack the Basilar in J8:Handle Animal - (1d20+6)[7]DC is 12. If successful:Spoiler Hide Richard charges the Animal in J8: Attack - (1d20+5)[15] Damage - (1d6+3)[9] Confirmation - (1d20+5)[23] CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[5] If Bruce can not know that Darren is stable (whether because he fails the checks or because you determine that they can't work that way), he instead casts Cure Minor Wounds on him, restoring one hit point. He still commands Richard to attack in the exact same fashion, however. End turn. Isaac will move to J10 and casts a DC15Color Sp rayon the three basilar. Yeah, it can work that way if your adjacent to the person. The DC is a heal check 10+2xlevel, so you made it. Change your spells at rest, and I'll just roll the saves now Spoiler Hide Basilar 1 Ref (1d20)[19] Will (1d20)[16] Basilar 2 Ref (1d20)[7] Will (1d20)[16] Basilar 3 Ref (1d20)[15] Will (1d20)[17] All the animals manage to withstand the pretty light attack, but only the left one manages to avoid being entangled I cast Bane. Will save 14. OMG ponies turn was skipped, all of your turns again The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7|||||||||A||A 8| 9||||||||||A| 10||||||||||eye| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15||||||AJ|||V|R|OP|eye 16|||||||||C| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] A=monsters, AJ= Jade, C= Claudius Maximus, Op =OMG Ponies, AE=Ethernet, R= Richard, V= Vizzerdrix Will saves Spoiler Hide (1d20+0)[20] (1d20+0)[20] (1d20+0)[3] Attack rolls Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[7] (1d8+1)[5] CRT (1d20+2)[6] (1d8+1)[5] Attack 2 (1d20-1)[11] [roll]1d8[/roll] CRT (1d20-1)[8] (1d8)[4] Attack 3 (1d20-1)[1] (1d8)[1] CRT (1d20-1)[4] (1d8)[4] Ethernet you take 7 points of damage, read the post two below thisInitativeSpoiler Hide Creatures = 23 Ethernet = 15 OMG ponies = 11 Claudius Maximus = 10 Vizzerdrix = 8 Jade = 2 whoops sorry[roll0] by the lost ones(1d8)[7] Which ones are attacking me and how? Remember that entangled creatures have -2 to attack and -4 dexes, and that I'll Abrupt Jaunt away if attacked in Melee, which it seems the closest basilar might have done. The one that hit you was one of the crossbow guys, and I took care of the attack loss Alistair mumbles something you can't quite here, and there seems to be no direct result. Move action:move to K13Standard action:Cast Invisible Extended Summon Monster in J8 to summon a small fiendish monstrous spider. Spider's standard action:(1d20+8)[23]Attack basilar in J9 (+4+2 flanking+2 invisible) vs. flatfooted AC(1d4)[4]Damage(1d3)[3]Possible STR damage Also, make a Fortitude save (DC12) or take STR damage as above. Effects/durations:Spoiler Hide Mage Armor: Long Summon Monster I: 1/2 Don't Summon Monster spells have a casting time of one round? Bruce commands Richard to attack the Basilar in J9:Handle Animal - (1d20+6)[21]DC is 12. If successful, I'd like for Richard to move to K10 and attack:Attack - (1d20+3)[6]Damage - (1d6+3)[9]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[11] CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[7]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[21]Bruce then moves to H10 and casts Produce Flame. End turn. Originally Posted by OMG PONIES Alistair mumbles something you can't quite here, and there seems to be no direct result. Move action: move to K13 Standard action: Cast Invisible Extended Summon Monster in J8 to summon a small fiendish monstrous spider. Spider's standard action: [roll0] Attack basilar in J9 (+4+2 flanking+2 invisible) vs. flatfooted AC [roll1] Damage [roll2] Possible STR damage Also, make a Fortitude save (DC12) or take STR damage as above. Effects/durations: Spoiler Hide Mage Armor: Long Summon Monster I: 1/2 OMG ponies you don't have a summoned creature till next round Oh, but I do. The Rapid Summoning variant from Unearthed Arcane let me trade in my familiar to cast summon monster spells as a standard action. Furthermore, these summoned creatures get a standard action in the round they appear. Oh okay, then you do, if I make a mistake like that again, please anyone let me know Channel Touch myself (So wrong. So dirty)(1d8)[3] The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7|||||||||A||A 8| 9||||||||||A| 10||||||||C||eye|R| 11| 12| 13|||||||||||OP| 14| 15||||||AJ|||V||OP|eye 16| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] Fort save Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[23] Attacks Melee on Ethernet, and ranged on OMG ponies Spoiler Hide Attack 1 (1d20+2)[7] (1d8+1)[6] CRT (1d20+2)[19] (1d8+1)[8] Attack 2 (1d20-1)[2] (1d8)[6] CRT (1d20-1)[2] (1d8)[5] Attack 3 (1d20-1)[17] (1d8)[8] CRT (1d20-1)[6] (1d8)[8] OMG ponies you go down I'll send the damage over pmInitativeSpoiler Hide Creatures = 23 Ethernet = 15 OMG ponies = 11 Claudius Maximus = 10 Vizzerdrix = 8 Jade = 2 Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Entangle 9 rounds Assassin 1 hp Richard attacks the Basilar in J9:Attack - (1d20+3)[13]Damage - (1d6+3)[8]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[15]CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[9]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[12]Bruce throws his fire at one of the Basilar. It will be the one in J9, unless Richard brings him down first. If he's down (either prone or unconscious) Bruce will attack the one in I7 instead. Attack - (1d20-1)[11]Damage - (1d6+1)[5]Bruce then moves to K13, altitude +5. End turn. Alistair goes down, but the spider continues to chomp at the basilar in J9.(1d20+8)[16]Attack(1d4-2)[2]Damage(1d3)[3]possible STR damage (Fortitude DC 12) I want to move up and C-touch J9Attack(1d20+2)[7]Damage(1d8)[3]Unless it dies before my turn. Then I'll shoot the upper left one attack(1d20+2)[3]damage(1d6)[4]or neither can work, and I can continue to fail. Yeah, that sounds good. I'll go with that. You do have spells, you know Originally Posted by Eleven You do have spells, you know What are these "spells" of witch you speak? Summon undead 1 Sorry about the delay everyone. It is now all of your turns The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7|||||||||A||A 8| 9| 10||||||||C||eye|R| 11| 12| 13|||||||||||OP| 14| 15||||||AJ|||V||OP|eye 16| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] Attack rolls for Bruce Spoiler Hide Attack 1 (1d20-1)[3] (1d8)[4] CRT (1d20-1)[11] (1d8)[5] Attack 2 (1d20-1)[13] (1d8)[1] CRT (1d20-1)[4] (1d8)[3] Bruce you took 1 point of damageInitativeSpoiler Hide Creatures = 23 Ethernet = 15 OMG ponies = 11 Claudius Maximus = 10 Vizzerdrix = 8 Jade = 2 Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Entangle 8 rounds Bruce casts Cure Minor Wounds on Alistair, then moves to J9, altitude +5. Richard continues to attack, so I guess that means he runs into the Entangle. He'll attempt to move to K8 and chomp the Basilar in K7. Reflex Save - (1d20+5)[18]DC is 18. If he reaches K8:Attack - (1d20+3)[4]Damage - (1d6+3)[7]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[5] CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[6]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[12]End turn. Move to I-10Shoot at I-7(1d20+2)[5](1d6)[6]When we take a break, I'm gonna start researching some way to animate dead plant matter. Some way that lets if you feel pain, then I'm going to slow roast my bow and arrows Just be happy I don't force you to make a touch attack to heal yourself. Originally Posted by Eleven Just be happy I don't force you to make a touch attack to heal yourself. Oh, god! You just made me leaf so hard I choked on my noodles! That would be epic! The map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_|R_|S_|T_ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7|||||||||A||A 8|||||||||||R| 9| 10||||||||C|V|eye| 11| 12| 13|||||||||||OP| 14| 15||||||AJ||||||eye 16| 17| 18| 19| 20|[/table] The assert shoots his crossbow in melee, Richard gets an Attack rolls Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[16] (1d8)[5] CRT (1d20-1)[4] (1d8)[4] attack 2 (1d20-1)[18] (1d8)[4] CRT (1d20-1)[0] (1d8)[3] Richard takes 4 points of damage from the attackInitiativeSpoiler Hide Creatures = 23 Ethernet = 15 OMG ponies = 11 Claudius Maximus = 10 Vizzerdrix = 8 Jade = 2 Reminders (No one look)Spoiler Hide Entangle 7 rounds ((psst. I moved up to I-10 on my last turn)) AOO:Attack - (1d20+3)[19]Damage - (1d6+3)[8]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[17] Extra Damage - (1d6+3)[4]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[17]At the beginning of Bruce's turn, the plants try to entangle everyone in the area they haven't already got. The DC is 18 again. Richard Save - (1d20+5)[18]Richard will attack the adjacent basilar:Attack - (1d20+3)[8]+4 if the target is prone. Damage - (1d6+3)[7]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[11] Extra Damage - (1d6+3)[9] +4 if the target is prone. Trip Check - (1d20+2)[16]Apply the appropriate penalties if he's entangled. Bruce moves to I6, altitude +5, and casts Sandblast, hitting both basilar. Nonlethal Damage - (1d6)[6]and they are stunned for one round. Reflex DC 18 negates the stun and halves the damage. End turn. Okay ignore the 4 damage you downed the Assam before he could hit, and I fixed it Vizzerdrix Could I have Richard move to J7 and attack the Basilar there instead? And if so, do I reroll or use the rolls above? If Richard is in J7, Bruce will Sandblast from G7 to avoid hitting him. You can move Richard but re-roll Reroll:Character Limit Attack - (1d20+3)[13]Damage - (1d6+3)[9]Confirmation - (1d20+3)[4] CRT Damage - (1d6+3)[5]Trip Check - (1d20+2)[18] Well you people win the nonlethal damage knocks out the assassin, now vote would you like to use a rest You win90 xp1200 SP (240 SP each)Thrice dead cat I'll send what you gained though pm My unconscious body submits an absentee vote in favor of resting. I vote for a rest. Resting would be nice. Also, can someone lend me something sharp? I'd like to harvest some left hands please The disabled Isaac also votes to rest. Okay so we're resting everyone gets back two hp, and you can renew your spell slots and re-prepare spells, post either here or in the IOC thread when you're done Okay from now on there will be a strict two-day limit on everything, everyone post your exact before-action spells and items bought. Then we begin battle 4 I am buying a scroll of Lesser Vigor and a scroll of Dawn. Spells are prepared. I did claim I was done earlier, so if you have a problem with these new additions I will revert them. Nah, it's fine

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What Money Can Buy [Trifles x INDYpendent720]

(was a quarter past eight in the evening when an onyx Jaguar F-Type R pulled into the lot of the Riverside Towers, heading for the valet podium at the lobby entrance. By this point, the valets recognized the vehicle, which was no surprise considering they had how often they had seen it in the past year. More to the point, they knew the vehicle well enough to know that the driver tipped handsomely. As such, it took all of a moment for one of them to rush over and hold open the driver's side door. Pulling the keys from the ignition, Nikolai stepped out, taking a moment to button his jacket. His suit sat well on his slim 6'3" frame, the jacket and vest shaded in deep charcoal with pale blue window pane stripes, accented by a tie of deep cerulean. Hazel eyes turned toward the young valet as he surrendered the keys, absent-mindedly sizing him up simply out of habit before slipping a fifty-dollar bill into his hand, uttering instructions to have his car parked inside to keep it out of the rain, should the clouds open up. Once a bellhop had extracted his luggage from the trunk, a single piece of black spinner luggage, Nikolai made his way inside to check in. This was a ritual he performed once a week on average. As such, with all his information already on file, check-in was brief, and he headed up to his fifteenth-story suite without incident. He knew the room well; after so many visits the staff tended to reserve it for him whenever possible, simply as a courtesy. Likewise, whenever he checked in, he knew he would find a bottle of red wine chilling near the balcony door. When it came down to it, Nikolai had high expectations for everything in his life, primarily due to his privileged background. At forty-one, he was one of many in the line of Wolff men to make a name for himself in the field of medicine. He came from old money, which meant having the world handed to him on a silver platter - but never once had he allowed himself to bask in his wealth and procrastinate when it came to his education. That ambition had earned him the title of one of the top surgeons in the nation, specializing in cardiothoracic surgery. Such afforded him the lavish lifestyle he led.(the bellhop for his trouble, he headed through the large living area (to the bedroom (where he spent a few minutes unpacking his things. He planned to stay for two nights, and he absolutely loathed fishing everything out of his suitcase. Everything was placed just so; clothes neatly hung up in the closet, toiletries neatly laid out on the bathroom counter. He required little else, but the large suitcase proved necessary. From inside the spinner, he procured a black duffel bag - this he kept zipped up and placed it on the side of the bed nearest the door leading out to the patio. Satisfied that everything was in its proper place, Nikolai took a moment to comb through his dark, silver-flecked hair before making his way downstairs to Luna, one of the hotel's three restaurants, this one located on the first floor. Differing from his usual formula, he had reserved a table outside on the veranda, one that overlooked the waterfront. It was there that he sat just before nine, ordering a bottle of pilot noir for the table while he waited. He had told the agency that he expected his company to arrive no later than nine and thus far, they hadn't disappointed. Nikolai had made such frequent use of their services, in fact, that they knew by now exactly what he preferred. Such was quite fortunate because, for the moment, his interests were wildly specific. In recent months, he had begun preferring company of the male persuasion, most if not all of them half his age. More than that, however, he tended to prefer when they arrived in more feminine garb. It had little to do with any particular fetish, if he was honest with himself. Likewise, he cared little if his colleagues or peers saw him in the company of another man. For while, he had never particularly flaunted his bisexuality, neither did he attempt to hide it. His tastes hinged more on his penchant for attractive wrapping than anything else. Indeed, tall, shapely blondes wrapped in gauzy fabric made him more eager to part with his money than the finest wines from Bordeaux. (was a quarter before nine when the blonde finally stepped out of the car. Her dazzling black and white shoes (with their stiletto heels were visible first. They looked to be no less than four inches tall and the flash of her toned legs turned some heads around the valet stand. Soon a black skirt was visible, and then the crisp white top of her dress (A small slit in her top hints at some extraordinarily modest cleavage. But soon enough a gorgeous face emerged from the town car. Her golden hair, recently styled and dyed that color upon request, was cut into a sexy, modern pixie style and her green eyes sparkled. But even as this vision of womanhood emerged from the car, her pretty face wrinkled in anger. "Idiot!" she shouted back into the vehicle at the unseen driver. As her delicate arm closed the door with authority, she closed her eyes for a long moment and exhaled. She needed to compose herself. The driver had gotten lost and almost made her later for her appointment. Armand had said that her client for the evening was a man of very particular tastes. One that was especially wealthy and fond of blondes. While she thought she'd already "made it" in the escort business, this seemed like a major opportunity she couldn't allow herself to bungle. Checking her watch (a gift she'd received from a very smitten client, she realized there was still enough time before she would be considered late. So with the practiced poise and grace of a beauty queen, she began to walk toward the hotel lobby. She was like water on heels, her body the essence of fluid eroticism. Her hips swiveled beneath her fitted skirt as dainty footsteps crossed in front of one another. The sensual zip of her stocking-clad legs rubbing gently together made her tingle. Her heels echoed on the pavement and drew the attention gawking men and jealous women. The middle-aged doorman, while subtle and completely professional about his job, undressed her with his eyes as she approached the main entrance. Her soft pink lips were fixed in a seductive smirk, and she tossed him a playful wink as she passed into the lobby. Her little grin only grew as she crossed the massive lobby. She had a close-guarded secret, one it appeared she'd succeeded in not hinting at in the least. You see, perched on the towering heels, beneath the chic dress and silky lingerie, was a man. A man, albeit a dainty man, that had perfected a very lucrative charade. He now played the part of a high-end female escort so well that no one ever publicly suspected his clients were gay, which is exactly what the wealthy men wanted. Ten years ago he never would have envisioned himself in this position. He wasn't even sure he liked men. But the first time he'd received a payment of nearly $5,000 for an evening, with another few thousand thrown in for tip, his mind was made up. Now he lived this "act" 24/7 and had done so for the better part of 3 years. Only his clients and the agency knew the truth about him. Practically no one knew his real name and now he simply went by Eve. He walked with confidence into the restaurant pausing briefly at the host desk. The maître'd then guided Eve with all the formality an elegant woman deserved. He practically glided through the mood-lit restaurant until finally he was out on a balcony with a view of the dusky sky. He stood attentively in a posture fit for a lady as the tuxedoed man pulled out the chair for him. His green eyes were fixed though on the middle-aged man across the table, his lips still fixed in a lopsided grin that conveyed a lighthearted seductiveness. His gaze didn't halter as the maître'd left the two diners to themselves. A silence hung in the air a moment longer until Eve finally spoke. "Dr. Wolff I presume?" he said through his grin. It was clear that even though he always smiled at a date, he found this man genuinely attractive. He seemed self-confident and gave off an aura of power and command. His company arrived just as he had taken his first inquisitive sip from his wine glass and, instinctively, he rose from his seat. Social decorum wasn't merely a notion to Nikolai; it was the way he governed every last one of his mannerisms. Standing to greet a lady - or even a young man who simply happened to pass for one, and rather convincingly at that - was only proper. Much to his delight, Eve was a vision. Tall, slender, and with the air of a debutante. Not only that, but he dressed the part perfectly. The dress he wore had a semiformal flair to it, but the cut was quite flattering and sexy. Nikolai's tastes varied from week to week, but one thing that remained constant was his appreciation for all things beautiful. Eve was that and then some."' Nikolaj' will do just fine," he replied with an easy smile. "And you must be Eve." Reaching for Eve's hand, he led the backs of those long, slender fingers to his lips. "A pleasure." Though the younger man was hardly a lover, merely company hired out by the hour, Nikolai had the tendency to treat his ilk like gold. Some part of him simply loved to dote. Given the right escort, he would have happily parted with an even larger sum to see him - or her, depending on where the mood took the good doctor - dripping with jewels. Standing back, Nikolai took it upon himself to draw the pilot noir from its place near the table, chilling in a silver bucket of ice, taking the empty glass opposite his own seat and filling it before sitting down once more. "You are quite the vision," the doctor remarked. "But then, I always did have an eye for blondes." Even by Eve's standards Dr. Wolff...or Nikolai was a true gentleman. She couldn't help but flash him a toothy smile as he kissed the back of her hand. The skin, like the rest of her body below the neck, was hairless. Her nails were finely manicured and coated in a delicate pink color that matched her soft lips. As a woman in all but birth, she spent a good deal of time maintaining and perfecting her appearance. Her days were often filled by appointments with stylists, estheticians, manicurists...the list went on and on. The call-girl had the means to support this upkeep and to her, it was essential. Her appearance was a major part of her chosen career, and she was determined that if she was going to masquerade as a woman, she was going to be one of the most beautiful her clients had laid eyes on." Nikolaj," she practically purred. "You're far too kind." A polite blush colored her cheeks. She was doted on like this frequently, at least early on in her dates. But she felt something different with the doctor. His accent was intriguing. Eve's own voice was also something that she'd worked on tirelessly, visiting a speech therapist. Now her voice had been suitably softened. She glanced at the dark red liquid he poured for her, lifting the glass for a moment. She analyzed it in the candlelight, swirling the glass gently. Her button nose settled over the edge of the glass, carefully inhaling the aroma. Her transformation from a broke high school dropout to cultured escort had only taken a few years." Mmm. Well Nikolai, you certainly know how to treat a girl right." She gave him a little wink before raising the glass in a toast. "To a very kind gentleman and hopefully the start of a beautiful relationship." She clinked her glass with his, before taking a hearty sip. The velvety wine may have been chilled, but the refined alcohol gave Eve's throat a warm glow. As she swallowed and process the tastes of the pilot, her emerald eyes left his face for the first time since she'd sat down. They gazed at the gradually darkening sky, across the Danube and over the plethora of lights that illuminated the imperial city. He couldn't have been sure just how much Eve knew about wine, but it appealed to his better nature, at least somewhat, that she knew enough to take a whiff of it before downing a sip. Wine was but one of Nikolai's many interests; over the years, he had amassed quite the collection. Very briefly, a small part of him entertained the notion of showing it off to the young man seated before him, but he quickly dismissed the notion. Chances were, after all, that he would only ever see Eve a few times. Three or four at most, more than likely. Nikolai had doted on many an escort over the years. Before his marriage to Lydia, he had entertained the urge to hire company once or twice before. But after his marriage, or at least after their separation, that small handful of occurrences multiplied. It seemed considerably easier to employ the use of temporary company and, in the long run, considerably more convenient. No long-term mistress fussing to be the next Mrs. Wolff." A fine thing to drink to," he replied, lightly tapping the glasses together before raising the drink to his lips. The pilot finished dry; just as he liked it." Tell me a bit about yourself," the doctor prompted then, sitting back in his seat to observe the blonde across from him. Lovely though the backdrop of the Danube was, he couldn't quite bring himself to look upon it. Eve was by far a more attractive specimen. His eyes itched to have the escort laid out before him, clothes disheveled, legs lewdly and invitingly spread... Were it not for his impeccable sense of patience, he might have opted to forgo dinner altogether and whisk him up to his suite. Eve gave Nikolai a dainty, subdued laugh as he asked about her past. She flashed him a genuine grin while she put down her wine glass as she momentarily glanced down. Her brilliant white teeth nibbled her lower lip for a moment. As she raised her gaze to his face, her naturally long eyelashes fluttered at her companion. Her fingers tucked a few strands of her golden hair behind an ear. It only served to better emphasize the set of black onyx earrings (she had to accentuate her dress." Well, where should I begin?" Eve had gone through this routine numerous times on her dates. But she preferred to make things as authentic as possible. These men paid for a considerable sum for a date experience with her, and she sought to carry things out as if they were romantic parties meeting up for an initial rendezvous. She glanced around briefly, noting the proximity of the surrounding tables. She always erred on the side of discretion as some of her clients valued that above all else. Furthermore, she believed there was sufficient space to give him unrestricted details. Furthermore, she leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. An imperceptible shiver coursed through her body. The stockings always gave her that sensual thrill." I'm sure you're quite aware of the way I was born," she began in her refined sultry voice. "I decided to make a change, so to speak, more than three years ago. At first, I didn't know what I was getting into. But now... I wouldn't go back. I prefer things this way. Furthermore, I'm comfortable and relaxed. On the surface, I'm an average girl in my early twenties. Shopping is a passion of mine. I like the latest fashions and men seem to like me in the latest fashions. I've grown accustomed to the finer things in life." She paused again, leaning forward to take another sip of the pilot. She savored its earthy taste. This man knew his wine." And so here I am," she said leaning forward on her elbows. The candlelight flickered in her smoky eyes. Her lips, coated in a soft layer of glossy lipstick. "Nikolai, I must compliment you on your choice of hair color. As with your selection of wine, your taste is impeccable. I've had it this shade now for a few days and I absolutely love it. I think I'll keep it this way quite a while," she explained as her finger toyed with a few strands. "I guess blondes really do have more fun," she added with a wink and a crooked grin. That Eve would go as far as to speak in detail of his situation surprised Nikolai, but not unpleasantly so. Unlike a great many men who harbored insecurities about their proclivities, he felt no particular sense of shame. It wasn't about pretending his bisexuality didn't exist. He knew perfectly well that Eve was a man, and that suited him just fine. All the same, it was interesting to hear how he had come to embrace the lifestyle." Only three?" he echoed. "Consider me surprised. One might make the assumption that you had dressed this way all your life." Not that he was complaining. Eve had the right sort of facial features, not to mention the build, to pull off slinky dresses and high heels. The agency Nikolai employed seemed to have no shortage of his kind; young men with pretty faces and bodies slender enough to lean on the feminine. Eve seemed to go above and beyond, however, in that he was willing to change his appearance based on Nikolai's penchant for the fair-haired. It had cost him a bit extra in a payment advance, simply for the novelty, but he hardly minded. Granted, some part of him wondered just how often Eve changed his hair color to appease clients. He highly doubted that the younger man had trouble finding clientele eager to possess him, if only for a few hours." It is quite becoming on you," he remarked. "Perhaps dangerously so. I wager that I am the envy of every man you passed on the way here." This was far from Eve's first time on a "date." Her professional career had begun back when she was still all male, at least in outward appearance. It had been rough at first, but things had really blossomed when she decided to make the switch. It appealed to some of her more delicate tastes, and she found that she was respected more by both men and women when she embraced a feminine look. But it was the men that fell hardest for her. Especially after she'd taken the time to get her hair styled right for her features. Next came the workout routines to develop her feminine curves through Pilates, yoga and selective exercises. In fact, it had been after one of her gym classes that she had truly ensnared her first heart. She was heading home from the gym and had been bold enough to wear skintight yoga pants and a hoodie sweatshirt (The front pocket had been strategically loaded with her keys, wallet and phone, just heavy enough to distend the garment and hide her clit. The girlish camouflage was dangerous, but fitting. And it allowed her to show off her firm, pert rear that she'd been working so hard at these many months. As she stood on the crowded bus, clinging to a metal bar, reading an engaging romance novel, she felt the presence of a large man. The very next jolt lead to an "accidental" pinch of Eve's derrière that caused her to gasp and let out a stifled moan. She fell back into her assaulter. The thin spandex couldn't shield her from feeling his large bulge pressing into her rear cheeks. Her own clit instantly hardened, tenting the front of her yoga pants beneath the hoodie. She was speechless as she stared into the handsome young man's eyes. She could see the look there that silently told her he wished to lower her yoga pants and conquer her. Furthermore, she was frightened of what the strong and most likely straight man would do when he found out her secret. Luckily she wouldn't find out as timing bailed her out as the bus came to a stop. Holding the sweatshirt down, she pushed through several people and escaped into the rainy night, running the whole way home. As she lay in bed that night thinking back on the encounter, Eve pledged to herself not to let emotions or lust jeopardize her position again. Now over a thousand official appointments later she'd perfected her mask. She played the part of the coy, sometimes sassy companion and played it well. It was the type of act that had all sorts of men fawning and drooling over her. She had her reactions to their praises down pat. A dizzy giggle. A wave of her hand. A polite "Stop" occasionally. But tonight things were different. Nikolai's words hit deeper. Her heart beat a bit faster and her cheeks genuinely reddened. He wasn't like the rest. His words weren't passing fancies and hollow praises. They weren't as exaggerated as others, but that made them more real." That's kind of you to say Nikolai," she said softly, gratefully. A manicured nail twirled for a moment in her blonde locks. "I wouldn't be doing my job right if they weren't jealous of you. I added a little extra hip wiggle on the way in to ensure the proper tone was set. The doorman seemed to appreciate it," she explained with a throaty chuckle. She paused to sip more of the delicious wine. This man was...very nice. He was comfortable to be around. Over the last year and a half, Eve had only catered to the upper crust. And while the doctor definitely fit into that realm, he didn't boorishly go out of his way to show it. There was no gaudy jewelry. He didn't reek of putrid cologne. No boasts of travels or millionaires' toys. In fact, she knew very little beyond his name and his fondness for blondes. She shifted ever so slightly in her seat. She uncrossed her silky legs as she felt a tingle in her crotch. During the readjustment her heeled foot not so accidentally caught one of her date's calves on the way down. She made sure he understood the intent of the touch when her foot very slowly ran back up to his knee before returning to the floor. "So Doctor Wolff, you know all my dirty little secrets. Let me hear some of yours." There was a flirty little twinkle in her eyes. "That is, if you think I can handle them." She hoped the last remark added some levity to the situation. It wasn't her place to interrogate him if he wished to remain private. That was valued above all else in a high class escort. But she wanted him to tell her anything he wished to reveal. She was truly interested in this charming man. Somehow Nikolai didn't doubt that even then, simply sitting at the table, Eve was perfectly capable of catching a few eyes. More than that, he seemed like the individual who sought out that attention. Perhaps it was as simple as being confident in his skin, or simply emboldened by the classy, yet sultry attire he wore. Whatever the case, Nikolai was hardly complaining. Nor did he utter a protest when Eve's foot not so subtly brushed against his leg. He barely reacted, at least outwardly, but inwardly he was quite appreciative of the touch. Had it not been for the long tablecloth, the gesture would have been quite visible, which wasn't necessarily something he wanted - he was a stickler for privacy - but the attention was enough." Something tells me that I don't yet knowallyour secrets," he remarked with a little chuckle. Those in Eve's profession tended to benefit from secrecy, after all. But what to offer up in turn? His proclivities weren't exactly suited to the dinner table. Even more to the point, he had no desire to spill those sensitive details with a waiter on the way to take their dinner order. Still, it seemed unfair to leave the young man hanging..." Suffice it to say that I'm a man who appreciates a good view. I may, in fact, have something upstairs that would look most delightful on you. Provided you don't object, of course." He doubted that he would. He surmised that Eve was used to wearing things her various "suitors" gifted to her, but the doctor had the suspicion that few, if any, shared his particular taste. Eve sat forward in her seat, eager to absorb every word that came from this man's mouth. There was a presence about him that Eve had very rarely encountered before. It had only been a handful of minutes, yet the blonde had a strong sense it would be wise to stick with this man. She could envision herself learning a great deal about culture, taste and class from the kindly doctor. He wasn't like the few other men that she'd decided to pursue for pure superficial purposes. No, Nikolai was much different. She gave a genuine blush when he mentioned her own secrets. She sipped the crimson wine in the candlelight, her green irises fixed on his. One of her delicate hands supported her chin as she anxiously awaited his response. Her arched eyebrows rose, and her face filled with wonder when he mentioned an outfit for her. The idea had her interest immensely piqued. But she played it calm and cool on the surface. She shifted in her seat again, feeling an increasing twinge of arousal grow within her. The wistful mystery of this man had her hooked." Oh Nikolai, I'm sure if you picked it out it's beautiful. You have wonderful taste, as I can personally test," she says glancing upwards toward her attractive hair. This sort of thing wasn't unusual with her clients. She doubted however that any of her previous dates had such taste. "I must say I'm very eager to see what you have in mind for someone like me. I doubt it's something...conservative," she said quietly with a smirk. "Shall we order, so I can discover your surprise all that much quicker? You make me feel like a little girl on Christmas Eve." She then picked up the menu for the first time and browsed the items. She recognized a few things, but most were foreign to her." Choose something for me Nikolai," she said with a smile, patting his hand. "I trust you. I'm up for an adventure." Eve was correct in assuming that Nikolai had good taste, although he wasn't about to boast. Nor was he inclined to elaborate on what awaited the younger man when they made the journey upstairs. For one thing, he felt the need to maintain some semblance of mystery. For another, he wasn't quite sure just how Eve would react. Nikolaj's tastes were specific, if nothing else. He would have wagered a guess that Eve, for all his experience, had never worn that sort of clothing before. An individual in his profession saw many different men of varying penchants, however, and so he wasn't about to dismiss the notion altogether. All the same, he had no intention of scaring him off just yet." You would be right about that," he offered, but nothing more, as he sat back to observe his date for the evening. Shortly thereafter, a waitress arrived with a scratchpad to take down their dinner orders. After more than his fair share at the Towers, he had little need to look at the menu; he knew most of the items. "Black cod for the lady," he said as he handed back his menu. "And the wild salmon for me, please."" Right away, Dr. Wolff," the girl smiled at the pair before taking her leave, at which Nikolai sat back in his chair to sip lazily from his glass." I have spent many an evening here," he mentioned. "And so I am quite familiar with the menu. Had I been more familiar with your palate, I may well have ordered ahead." Nikolai was making Eve feel like few men had done before. She had become skilled in feigning interest in her clients. Fluttering her eyelashes, intentionally toying with her hair, whispering in a sultry purr. It was these actions mixed with her own natural, feminine beauty that ensured she received big tips and, thankfully, short sessions with some of her more boorish customers. But tonight things were different. She was very subtly rubbing her stocking-clad legs together under the table, her clit straining to stiffen in her snug thing panties. Her smile was constantly plastered on her lips and her cheeks were rosy from more than just the very light blush she'd added earlier. She sat back politely as the doctor took the lead with the waitress. She was pleasantly surprised by his choice of black cod for her, never having tasted it before. Furthermore, she would be living up to her pledge to be adventurous. But even more so she was intrigued by the fact he needed not look at the menu. An explanation was forthcoming as the blonde gazed across the table at her escort. Her delicate fingers toyed with the glass as she listened." Well, we'll just have to remedy that Nikolai. Generate some familiarity with one another...?" she said with a raise of her eyebrow and flirty little giggle. She took a quick sip of her wine. "You really know how to treat a girl. I could use to this. Fine food, aged wines, romantic dinners with a handsome doctor." Her emerald eyes were heavily lidded as she stared through the dusky night at him. Her soft leg again caressed his lightly beneath the tablecloth. Eve's flirtatiousness was not unexpected. By now, the young man's agency knew him well enough to know that Nikolai was highly reliable for frequent service - and that he paid handsomely. Money was no object, and they smelled opportunity every time he placed the call. As such, he had come to expect nothing less than gold star service from their employees. Regardless, he sensed something genuine about Eve. That was surprising on its own, if only because escorts, as a rule, generally kept an arm's length between themselves and their clients. That Eve was so openly enthused was... unexpected. But not unwelcome. If nothing else, it meant he would be equally pleased to meet with him in the future. Nikolaj laughed easily. "I find it hard to believe that you have not been wined and dined before," he remarked, quietly savoring the feel of Eve's stocking-clad leg against his own. "And if so, it seems a shame. I would hardly think to limit your company behind a closed door." Eve gave a deep blush and a hearty giggle as her leg kept softly rubbing his leg through his trousers. She leaned in close to him over the table, the candlelight making her eyes twinkle. "Oh no Nikolai. There have been others that have tried, but none have succeeded like you." Her delicate, manicured hand caressed the back of his in the middle of the table." They were all phonies and fakes. Men with champagne dreams and tap water taste. In the end they were all too eager for what was under my dress than actually enjoying who was wearing the dress. But I didn't mind. It was...what was supposed to happen in the end." She looked out to the water before turning back to the doctor. "But you have been a revelation," she smiled. Her foot, which had slipped out of its heel, slid further up Nikolai's leg, drifting along his inner thigh for a brief moment. It was a gesture that was hidden by the tablecloth and not meant to be purely sexual. She simply wanted to get off the depressing topic of former clients and provide him with a teasing touch. But Eve's foot then drifted all the way back down her companion's leg, and she straightened up as she saw their waitress returning with two dishes. A grin signaled how excited the blonde was to try the hand-picked entrée. It seemed a terrible waste of Eve's beauty and knack for conversation to not enjoy both before leaping into other, less subtle things. It wasn't as though Nikolai had forgotten about the main function of an escort, but he found it horrifically single-minded not to reap all the benefits of their hours together. To savor all the facets, rather than simply one or the other. After all, if he had only wanted sex, he could have easily picked up a cheaper trick on a street corner. Or picking up one of the young hospital interns. He was guilty of both, but neither seemed to satisfy in the same way as a professional. Eve was that and then some." A revelation, no less," Nikolai chuckled, sitting back a bit as he felt a gentle, teasing touch along his inner leg. "You certainly know how to flatter a man." He chanced a quick caress of the blonde's ankle before their food arrived, at which he offered the waitress a polite word of gratitude. Despite a steadily building arousal, and a hunger for something other than fish, he seemed perfectly capable of maintaining focus and keeping appearances." Provided tonight goes well, I have a mind to take you out for an afternoon," he remarked, waiting for Eve to sample his entrée before starting in on his own. "A bit of shopping, perhaps. I could simply call for your size, I suppose, but something tells me you would enjoy picking out a few things yourself." She smiled, genuinely happy as he flattered her with his words. A breathy sigh of excitement escaped her slightly parted lips as Nikolai's caress sent pleasurable jolts of electricity throughout her body. It had only lasted a moment, but it was those sorts of sensations that made her never regret for a moment that she had embraced a feminine lifestyle. The gentle friction between the gauzy stocking and her smooth leg was like heaven. After Eve had committing to living as she did, she'd decided to get laser treatments on all the typical feminine areas: legs, arms, underarms, etc. There were occasional touch ups needed from time-to-time, and she still insisted on shaving before every date (if for nothing else, to get the scent of feminine creams and lotions into her skin), but she'd wager that she was softer and smoother than most biological women. And her clients adored her for it. As the plates were put in front of them, she demurely eyed the fish. She had never been a big seafood enthusiast as a child, mostly because they couldn't afford. But she'd learned as "professional" to allow her clients to set the tone for eating. Worst case scenario, she could always force down a few bites and feign watching her girlish figure. And now as she stared at the black cod, she felt intimated. But, ever the adventurous soul, she picked up her fork and cut off a small piece. It took just a single chew for her to realize it was truly delicious. "MMM," she moaned quietly. "Nikolai, this is exquisite. I don't know how you did it, but you have my tastes pegged just right. Are you sure you haven't been spying on me?" she teased before sipping some of the wine. It was only known that she was fully able to process his offer of another outing. Sure the shopping was tempting in and of itself, but she was more tempted by the promise of being with this man again. She looked at him directly, her emerald eyes glowing in the candlelight. "That sounds...lovely," she beamed, her lips revealing her pearly whites. "It's just the beginning of our evening together, but I would love to see you again, whenever you wished to see me." Although the line was typical of people in her line of work, her piercing gaze lingered longer, hinting at some deeper emotion. "And yes, your assessment is again correct. I think we wouldbothenjoy having me try on some things in person. Whatever sort of shop you care to take me to. I could be your personal fashion muse for the afternoon." There was a sly grin on her face, signalling the idea was getting her very excited." Here, try some of the cod darling. You deserve it after picking it out so wonderfully for me," she said. She cut off a small piece and lifted the fork, offering it across the table to her cultured companion. To outsiders, they would seem like a very enamored couple on a date. The perfect image of romantic bliss. Nikolai could already see taking Eve out to the ritzier side of the city, escorting him from shop to shop until he had thrown together a few new ensembles. It was in him to lavish attention on his companions, and he knew that Eve would be no different. Some part of him simply loved to dote, to provide. What escorts in their right mind would have turned that down? After he had sampled the cod, dinner proceeded just as he would have wanted it. Pleasant conversation, the occasional bit of flirting, followed by a luxurious plate of dessert. For Nikolai, it was textbook, which spoke volumes of just how often he took young women - sometimes men - out for the evening. Most of them paid company, but all the same. Nikolaj settled the dinner bill, providing a generous tip, then stood and extended a hand to Eve. Despite all the things he intended to do with the young, dolled-up creature, he never skimped on the pleasantries. "Shall we?" He offered a small, but no less charming smile, settling the blonde's hand on his arm and leading him out of the restaurant. "I have far more plans for you." He took the escort through the lobby, offering the occasional polite nod to hotel staff who recognized him. He had made a significant impression with his frequent visits and considerable tips, enough that even the management would swoop in on occasion to check on his satisfaction. Such was almost the case, at least until the night manager - a prim and proper thing in a gray pantsuit - saw that he had company, at which she knew enough to keep her distance. The evening was young enough that most of the hotel guests were heading out, rather than coming back in. As such, and to his utter delight, when the elevator arrived they were made to share it with no one. Wasting no time, Nikolai ushered Eve inside, pressing the button for his floor and drawing the blonde's sleek frame against his own the moment the doors slid shut. "Alone at last," he husked, dropping his hands to Eve's slender hips. Eve's mind was also drifting to dreams of what a wonderful afternoon she could have with the charming doctor. Luxurious dresses, fancy lingerie, towering heels. As she told him, this date had already exceeded her expectations. She could only imagine the pleasures she'd experience on a second date with this man. It made her heart race. She reveled in the comforts of the evening. The meal was divine, the company even better. Dessert was some sort of mousse or souffle. She had no idea what it even was, but it was delicious. And very extravagant. A slightly embarrassing, if not cute moment, was when she accidentally brushed some of it unknowingly on the tip of her nose. Only an accidental swipe of her hand removed the bit of chocolate. Eve felt like a character in a fairy tale as she took Nikolai's hand. For one of the rare times in her life she was with a man of true class and means. She nodded demurely, a soft pink hue coloring her cheeks. Her lithe body hugged close to him as he walked out of the restaurant and through the lobby. It was a rare treat for people in such a high-class establishment look upon her at all with any sort of respect. But to have her date so acknowledged by all these people...she actually felt special for once. It was a tad unprofessional, but her mind was a bit foggy by the time they reached the elevator. A tingling anticipation was building within her core as the doors slid shut. It was a pleasant surprise then when she was pulled against his body. She peeked up at him from under dark lashes. Her hands rested on his chest first, but then slid up to his shoulders. She strained up on her tiptoes, not an easy task in her heels as her soft lips met his. The first kiss was brief. And she grinned up at him. The touch of his hands on her hips made her clit stir. She kissed him again, deeply. A soft moan escaped her throat. "Now you're ready for the night to really begin..." she murmured softly. Another kiss sealed their lips together as her delicate hand grazed over his member through his pants. Soon though, the ding of the elevator interrupted her lusty thoughts. It seemed a bit crude to paw at someone in an elevator. There wasn't much time to savor things, and Nikolai was fairly certain that someone in the security booth would get an eyeful from the inconspicuous camera in the upper right corner of the carriage. But for the moment, he didn't care. He had a beautiful blonde in his arms, and he was determined to make the most of every second. Leaning down, easing the difference in their heights, Nikolai indulged the eager little thing in one kiss, then two, and a third from which he wouldn't let him withdraw. One hand tightened around Eve's slender frame, feeling the wing of his hip through the slinky fabric of his dress. The other traveled up to the back of his neck, gripping tightly to ensure that he didn't pull away as his tongue stole into his mouth. Despite his preference for a roomier, more private setting, he was tempted to fuck the young man right there. Tempted to corner him against the wall, hike up the hem of his dress, and rut into him until everyone on the upper floors heard him scream. The urge only heightened as those delicate fingers grazed his length through his trousers, but the soft, insistent ping as they reached their floor quieted his need. At last, he released Eve, lingering just long enough to deliver a smoldering glance before stepping back, leading him out into the hallway. "Come along," he urged. "The sooner I get you out of that dress, the better."

What Money Can Buy [Trifles x INDYpendent720]|rating:4.0

~Pregnancy Of An Assasin~{Maka & Jake}

Name:Think Age:18 Appearance: {think does not look happy at all.} Race:vampire/witch/shape-shifter Bio:Think at the age of 6 died in an accident, the accident was unknown there were no possible survivors. When the doctors came to get there bodies one doctor had been a vampire and bit her in order so she would live because she was too young to die and saved her life. After he bit her she was then rushed to a hospital since she was the only survivor along with her best friend Maria who was also turned into a vampire. When she got to the hospital she nearly drank all the nurses and Doctors' blood because she had lost control. Though that's when she met Darius. Darius had calmed her down by giving her vampire palettes to control herself. After she was released out of the hospital she was then transfused to an assassin school, and she was trained as an assassin until she had got pregnant. She can spot people's weaknesses very easily she doesn't know any of her family or past all she knows is that after the accident, she was turned into a vampire, and she lived at an orphanage but only for a few days until she was transfused to the assassin division. Most people want Think either dead or to torture her in the most unimaginable disgusting ways the reason for that is probably because she is a tough woman and because she is a vampire. Though in think's past when Think was 11 she had fallen in love with a werewolf, but he had died when she was sixteen in a fight protecting her. He went by the Name Darius. But she is unaware he is still alive to this day. She always visits his grave and buys new flowers to put by his grave. She always talks to herself, but she is actually talking to Darius. Think's ex-boyfriend who is abusive to her and is a vampire, constantly rapes her making her go to the hospital to check if she ID pregnant whenever he leaves the house for work. Since the many attempts in raping her had succeeded Think now had gotten herself pregnant, and she is currently now 7 months in progress with her pregnancy. Whenever she is at her checkups her ex-boyfriend calls her to see where she is and what she is doing and hangs up. Shinku is afraid her ex will find out she is pregnant and try to hurt her and the baby. Personality: Think us stubborn and rude at times and will pick a fight if anyone did so to her or tried to hit on her. But she is kind underneath it all and childish too, but she likes being childish, and it makes her more and more lovable. But, Shinku is very strong despite her petite looking figure. She can pick up 3 muscular/strong looking men with only one hand. Dislikes, Likes,crushes:she dislikes rude people who think they are all that she likes the violin and plays it very well. She loves drinking blood of course and loves to make people wonder what she really is thinking Illness/weakness:if she uses too much of her power she has to stay in bed for nearly a week or more Weapons:fans, guns,needles she can cast spells Name: Darius Drainage:20Appearance: human:werewolf:Race: werewolf Bio: Darius was a human before he got attacked by a raging werewolf when he was 5, the werewolf had been on a killing rampage. When a jogger saw Darius he rang the hospital, Darius was then rushed to hospital where he recovered quicker than a normal human. When the doctors saw Darius's quick recovery they thought it was a medical, but then that night Darius changed into a black werewolf. Darius slaughtered all the doctors and most of the people, then he ran away. Then when he was 13 he met a girl named Think, who the strait away fell in love with, but when he tried to protect her at the age of 18, he was defeated and left to die, but then something happened that he doesn't know what, he only knows that he is alive and is out to find Think again Personality: Darius is sometimes quiet and doesn't talk, he also sometimes can be really moody or angry. If someone gets on his bad side he will not hesitate to punch them unless they are a child or a female. When he is not moody or quiet he is like a hyper child sometimes, and he is polite to everyone Dislikes, Likes: Darius likes people who are kind and treats him with respect, he also likes nature. Darius dislikes people who are rude and horrible to others, the people he hates the most is women abusers and child abusers Illness/weakness: he can only turn into a werewolf at night, and silver burns him Weapons: claws and teeth when he is werewolf, when he is human it is a dagger Think packed up her messenger pack getting ready for her appointment for the baby at the hospital. What she had in her purse was, her cell phone, blood packets in case she gets dizzy or feels a bit anemic and lotion for her skin. Shinku always brought lotion in case her skin would feel dry, and she liked to smell very pretty. Shinku then slung her bag onto her shoulder. Once Think was out of the house, she then headed toward the hospital. Thankfully her new apartment wasn't far from the hospital. Once she reached the hospital she went inside the woman behind the desk spoke. "Hello what is your name? Do you have an appointment." She spoke in a cheerful voice. "My Name is Think and I do have an appointment.I'm for 9:25 am." Shinku said with a slight smile. The woman then looked down the desk and nodded."Ah, I see your name. You can take a seat until the doctor wishes to see you." She said cheerfully. Luckily Think brought a book and began reading it while she began to feel the baby inside her kick quite aggressively. I wish I wasn't having that man's baby...but not even he knows it. I just have to make it 2 more months without him knowing...though my two date is a little more than two months Think thought to herself. While she talked in her head to herself she began thinking what it would've been like if Darius was there and what if she was having his kid instead. If only... "Think." The doctor called. Shinku then put her book up and followed the doctor to a room. Shinku then put her bag down and Think sat up straight onto the bed."I'm going to need you to lay down and lift your dress up so we can put the usual device onto your stomach to see how the baby is progressing." He instructed. Her Doctor was indeed a male but, he was one of the best Doctors, and he didn't blush or anything whenever he lifted her dress up to have the device onto her stomach. Shinku laid down and lifted her dress up. He then put the device onto her stomach circling around to find the baby. Once he found it, on the monitor the baby's image showed up." Your baby looks very healthy Think. You have been taking good care of yourself since your last appointment." He said with a smile. Darius had been looking around for years "will I ever find her?" he asked himself quietly as he walked through a town, he had been walking for ages, and he was getting tied, he saw a restaurant as decided to go a get something to eat "can I have a bacon sandwich please" he said as the man behind the desk smiled and said "sure, that will be £3 please" the man said and Darius paid him. Darius waited until the sandwich came, and he smiled at the woman serving it "thank you" he said as he began batting it, after a while a man walk in and walked up to the counter, he looked normal, but then the guy pulled out a gun and started to demand money"what an idiot, they won't have that much money here"he thought to himself and stood up to make a dash out of the door, but the man saw him standing up and shot him in the shoulder. When the bullet hit Darius's shoulder he yelled in pain, he stumbled and the man pointed the gun at him "just let me leave I swear I won't try anything" he said, and the man nodded "move now, and don't come anywhere near me" the man said and Darius made a run out of the door, he saw a hospital nearby and rushed to it. When Darius reached the hospital he rushed to the counter and stumbled around a bit "I need... help" he said as he looked at his shoulder, the woman behind the desk saw he was shot and was amazed "sir you should be nearly dead, that bullet wound is right next to your heart" Darius glared at her "nah, you don't say... please I need help" then the woman called the closest doctors over, and they began to rush Darius to the nearest bed Once Think's doctor was done he heard Darius' voice, and he had to go to him." Well Miss Think I must be going now. I want you to come in next week on a Thursday I have some palettes to help on your Anemic side." He said before he left and headed toward where the other doctors we're helping Darius. When Think heard Darius' voice she knew it was Darius, but she thought she was hearing things.It's not even possible...I saw him die I did....I'm just imagining his voice...that's all. She thought rubbing her stomach. When she was alone her phone rang. She assumed it was Maria her best friend. She picked her phone out of her pack and spoke. "Hello?" She heard nothing but someone breathing heavily. "Who is this!?" Shinku said in a bit of an angered tone. "Hurry up....we need to get the bullet out of him now before he dies got it?" He asked demanding their answer now. They all nodded his head." Sir we need to get the bullet out but in order to do that we need to prep you for surgery." He said heading toward the surgery room." The medicine we have will make you fall asleep and numb your body so you won't feel pain." Darius shook his head "no it won't, tell me... have you seen someone called Think" he said as he tried to get up "if you have you need to tell her some-one called Darius is here" he said as he looked at the bullet hole "you must tell her" he said as he grabbed the doctor that had been seeing to Think "or am I just a mad man?" "Yes there is someone named Think, She is one of my patients." He told her." I will tell her you asked for her." He said right before the surgeons took over and prepped him for surgery. They then but an oxygen mask onto his nose and mouth and the medicine began to make him fall asleep that they gave him along with numbing his body. Think's Doctor rushed to Think. When she saw her doctor she hung up her phone. "Think there is someone who is calling for you by the name Darius." He said calmly. When he said that name Think's eyes widened. He's alive? "Where is he now?" She asked calmly. "He's in surgery he was shot, and the bullet was close to his heart he should be out soon." The top surgeon then got the scale and taking his shirt off to get to the bullet. He then cut him opened with the scale and began looking for the bullet. Once he found it he carefully took it out placing it on a tray. He then began to sew up his body back up. The surgery had gone successfully. After they were done with surgery the surgeons then moved his bed carefully and toward a room near Think's room she was in. Think walked into the room they moved Darius was in. He was still unconscious. She then sat down on a stool next to Darius' bed. He really is alive.I'm so glad Think thought. She was so happy she wanted to cry. When Darius began to come back around he opened his eyes slowly and felt a slight pain, he then looked around and noticed he was in a hospital "dam, this is going to leave a scar" he said as he tried to sit up, but he couldn't because pain was flowing through his chest "OW WWW!!!" he yelled as he gave up trying to sit up, he didn't notice that Think was there Think stood up placing her hands onto his shoulders." Lay down. If you sit up or try to you could re-open your wound. Geez sometimes you could be so careless. How did you end up with a bullet close to your heart anyway?" Shinku asked Darius wondering if he noticed her 7 mouthed pregnant stomach. Shinku fluffed his pillow up a bit and tucked him back into bed. When she stood up she had revealed her pregnant stomach to Darius. Shinku knew a lot about wounds from herself being an assassin. When she got Darius to lay back down she then sat back down."It's nice to see you again Darius." She said with a smile." Try to get as much rest as you can." Darius looked at Think, and he wondered for a second before noticing it was her "Think, I have found you" e said as he smiled as then noticed he is pregnant stomach "you're pregnant? Congradulations!" he shouted as he looked at her and smiled more "so who is the father? Do I know them... I know it's not me... it has been so long since I last saw you" Think smiled." Thanks....though the father doesn't know." Shinku said sitting back down moving strands of hair away from her eyes. "Do you remember that guy who pretty much killed you and made me think you died?" Shinku asked wondering if he remembered. She didn't want to tell him he was the father, but Darius wanted to know so she would give him an answer. Darius tried to get up "HIM!!!" he yelled as he coughed a bit "you have got to be joking... but how... and why?" he asked as he laid his head on the pillow "so he became more macho than me? Is that it, you wanted some-one stronger?" "That's not it at all." Shinku said clenching onto her dress." You think I would fall for a photo like that? I would rather choke myself to death then to be his girlfriend." Shinku said calmly." I...." Shinku paused for a moment and lowered her head, so her bangs covered her eyes."he raped me." Shinku said firmly."That's how I ended up to where I am." Shinku said clenching onto her dress tighter. "Since you've been gone I have been hell and back. He doesn't know I am pregnant and I don't plan on telling him because he will abuse me like he did after I thought you died. And I don't want him to hurt my baby. And he didn't just rape my once...I was constantly raped, making me go to the hospital many times checking if I was pregnant, or he did something else to me." Darius had heard that see was raped and began to get more angry with every sentence that she said until he let out a loud growl "I will kill him this time... I will leavehimto die and laugh at him" he said as he started to get up and growled as he did "he will burn in hell!" "You can't, you need to heal. If you don't, you could injure yourself badly." Shinku said prompting him back in bed." I can't let you almost die like last time i won't let that happen again. If you're going to kill him you need to be prepared for the worst." Shinku said calmly. Though the baby inside her had been kicking really hard, making Think wince and held a bit and hold onto her stomach. O-ow.it hurts... "That one really hurt." Shinku whispered to herself, then she sat down back onto the stool. Darius got back into bed and thought about it, then when he saw her wince and whisper something "are you ok?" he asked feeling stupid"of course she's not ok"he thought to him self and looked at Think "you need to stay sat down... if you stay sat down, I will stay laid down ok?" Think nodded." You need to rest. Try to get as much rest as you can." She said with a tender smile. I can't believe he is alive...everything just feels so different though. Think thought in her head." If you want to talk about anything...feel free to talk to me ok?" She said touching his hand gently with one hand while the other rubbed her stomach gently. Darius nodded "I will... actually I do have something to talk about... what happened when everyone thought I was dead?" he asked, it was a stupid question, but it was one that was stuck in his head "did everyone actually thing I passed away?" he asked as he hoped not to upset her "Pretty much yes. Though that man....he basically had me as a prisoner in my own home. I moved out of there and I live with my friend Maria." Shinku said holding onto his hand." After I thought you died I had grieved over you. I grieved more than I had ever thought I would over someone. While I had been grieving my friend Maria and her boyfriend took care of me." Darius felt a tear run down his face "I can believe he put you through that" he said as he clenched his fist at the thought, then he calmed down "well I'm here, and this time I will protect you" he said as he smiled at Think "so what do you want to do when I get out of here, I have only been looking for you all this time... I haven't done anything else" he said as he chuckled Think smiled at Darius."I'm fine with anything. Maybe we could go on that date you always wanted." Shinku said with a smile." I know the baby isn't yours but...maybe you'd want to help me raise it and feel it kick." When Think felt one of the baby's gentle kicks, she placed one of Darius' hands on her stomach." I don't know the gender because I wanted it to be a surprise." Darius felt the kick and smiled "yeah, that date would be great" he said and smiled more "a surprise, that would be nice" then he held her hand "I will help you... with what ever you want... I will help you" he said as he sat up a bit Think smiled." I've missed you so much Darius." Shinku said holding onto his hand." I wasn't even sure what I would do without you." Shinku said standing up and kissing Darius on his lips. Darius chuckled and kissed her back "I have missed you, hence why I have been looking ever since" he looked at his body "I can't believe I was shot by a robber" he said as he looked at her "and you were supposed to be sat down Think chuckled and sat down." I couldn't help myself." Shinku said with a smile." So you were shot by a robber? I thought you could take on bullets?" Shinku asked raising an eyebrow at Darius." Sometimes you can be careless. Try to be careful." Darius smiled and sighed "I was to busy bring to get out of the shop i geese" he chuckled as he told him to be careful "I will be more careful, so that I can look after you" Think smiled." Though I think you need special training if you're going to defeat him. I know every trick he uses." Shinku said with a wink." To tell you the truth sometimes it feels like I have two inside me though my doctor said there is only one. She or he is pretty strong with the kicks." Darius smiled "special training?" he said a chuckled "they are strong... just like you are" he said as he land over a bit "come here and give me a hug please" Think smiled and sat on his bed where his body wasn't and gave him a hug. She missed feeling his body so close to hers."I'm never going to let you go ever again." She said with a smile. Darius smiled and hugged her back "I will never leave again, you don't have to worry" he said laughing "Good." Shinku said slowly began to fall asleep. She held onto Darius even when she did fall asleep. Right before she was asleep she whispered into Darius' ear "I love you... Darius." Darius watched her go to sleep, he then smiled "I love you too, no matter what" he said as he stroked her hair and fell asleep too, but he soon woke at midnight to find the full moon was up, usually at night he could control his werewolf, but on full moons he attacked everyone, other than Think, he began to yell in agony as he started to change Think woke up hearing Darius yell in agony. She looked over to the moon. So its one of those nights huh. Think kept holding onto Darius tightly." Darius just breathes...it will pass shortly." Darius started to breath, but it was too late, his skin began to shift into fur "it is too late... it has started already!!!" he yelled as he studied and squirmed until he was a huge black werewolf, he just stared into Think's eyes "Think..." he said as he touched his face then smelt a human "flesh!" he yelled as he began to run to where he had smelt it from Think tried running after him." Darius! Don't! These people don't deserve to die now! Come back!" She then hugged him from behind when she caught up to him." Please calm down." Darius stopped when Think hugged him from behind, he could feel hers and the baby's heartbeat, he then calmed down and looked into her eyes "Think... this is why I have missed you" he said as he hugged her "I have to hide... I can't be seen like this" he said looking around "and you need to sit down" he said as he chuckled "I'm not leaving you. If you try to keep me away from you just because your in your true form I will refuse to sit down." Shinku said with a smirk." I know a place you can hide out.It's my apartment. Though I'm going to be moving out because there is no elevator and there are so many stairs so nobody will be there." Darius smiled "don't worry about stairs... I will help you up them" he chuckled as he looked around again to make sure no-one was around "I will carry you up" he said as he picked her and began to run out of the hospital "just show me the direction, and tell me if I bump you too much, ok?" Think nodded."its on the outskirts of town.It's an old apartment building and its to the east if I'm correct." Shinku said with a smile and held onto her stomach feeling the baby kick more." Ow." Darius made it swiftly around the town, he jumped on the roofs, he ran down the alley, and he kept running until he reaches what looked like the apartment "we are here" he said as he ran up the stairs and place Think on the sofa "whew... no fence... but you are heavier then I thought" he chuckled "are you and the baby ok?" "Maybe It's because I'm feeding two people instead of one." Shinku said pouting her lips a bit."Yeah, were ok it just kicked really hard kicking my stomach and my kidneys really hurts." Darius looked at her stomach "well that not very nice" he said as he smiled at her and went into the kitten "can I get you anything?" he asked finding it hard to pick things up, since his hands were now hug pawlike hands "it may take some time though" he chuckled to her Think giggled." Its alright I don't need anything why don't you sit next to me?" Shinku asked with a smile as she gently patted her stomach then rubbed it. Darius chuckled "oh that's ok then... it is stupid bring to cook in my true form" he joked as he sat next to her and hugged her "I love you, you are perfect" he said as he felt her heart beat again "your heart is strong too" he said as he looked into her eyes and smiled Think smiled." It wasn't stupid.I'm happy that you at least wanted to try." She said and kissed his lips. She was glad he was alive and wanted to help her in everyday possible. Im so happy he will help me. Darius stretched "well I'm sleepy, so I will go to sleep if that's alright? Or should we do something else" he looked at her stomach "can I feel it again?" he asked looking into her eyes "Sleep sounds nice. My bed is still in my apartment so we can sleep in my room. I haven't moved anything yet because I haven't found a house to move to." Shinku said with a chuckle." Of course, you can. I'd be happy if you did." Darius laughed a bit, and then he looked around "well I suppose a bit longer won't hurt" he said as he slowly moves his hand towards he stomach "error" he placed his hand slowly and Carly on it and felt it "I can feel its heart beat... well I suppose that's a useful thing for my powers" Think smiled at Darius." Don't be shy I'm not going to hurt you nor is the little one inside me." Shinku said with a smile lightly touching his furry hand onto her stomach." I love you and no matter what i won't let anyone hurt you." Darius felt a kick "wow they really are strong" he chuckled and felt some pain in his own body, he looked at the moon and noticed a huge cloud covering "oh great" he quickly switched his power to his own and not the full moons "I hate that" he said, and he looked at her "i won't let anyone hurt you... or them" he said nodding at her stomach Think smiled."I'm glad I have someone like you." Shinku said with a smile." Are you tired? We can go to bed now if you want." Darius nodded "I am Packard, it might be the fact of that long run carrying you" he chuckled "I'm just joking" he said as he stood and walked bring not to hit his head on the door frame "you will have to find a house that is suitable for a werewolf" he laughed as he walked to the bed, crawled in and waited for Think but fell asleep strait away((when he is in his werewolf form he is 6'8", and in human form he is 6'3":))) Think giggled and smiled seeing him fall asleep right away. She then crawled onto the bed and laid down on her side falling asleep fast." Good night Darius." She said in her sleep. She began dreaming of her and Darius moving into their new house and raising her baby. Once morning arrived Think stretched. She smiled at Darius and thought she would make him breakfast. She then got a pan out, and eggs and bacon. She then turned the stove on and cracked the eggs and put them onto the pan and listened to them sizzle. She then hummed a bit lightly as she cooked putting a few slices of bacon onto the pan with the eggs. Darius woke up and stretched, he looked at his hands and chuckled "I knew it" he mumbled as he smelt eggs and bacon "wait... Think?" he got out of the bed and walked into the kicked earning "you shouldn't be cooking, you should be resting, I will cook... remember... your suppose to rest" "I know but I couldn't help it. You just looked so cute asleep that I wanted to make you breakfast." Shinku said putting his cooked breakfast onto the plate and placing it on the table along with putting her breakfast on a plate and setting it on the table as well." Well breakfast is done so we can both eat." Darius smiled at he comments "me... sweet? Hahaha, I'm a monster when I sleep" he chuckled as he began to eat his breakfast, he decided to split his egg and spread the yoke all over his breakfast "you are cuter" he said as he remembered her when he woke up in the hospital "so what should we do today?" "Thanks...if your monster than you're my little monster." She said with a giggle. Shinku made hers into a fried egg, so her yolk was hard. Shinku didn'ty like the taste of yolk it always made her want to vomit. She began eating her egg. Never knew how good of a cook I was... when Darius had finished he chuckled "ok, I'm your little master... although I'm taller" he chuckled as he picked his plate up and took it to the sink "I will do the washing up, i delivered to since you cooked breakfast... and no arguing, I'm washing" he said as he smiled and began to fill the sink When Think finished she gave Darius her plate." I won't argue." She said with a giggle."I'm not sure what we should do.we could go looking for a house." Darius took her plate and dipped it in the water, when he had done the washing, he dried his hands and smiled "ok, house hunting sounds fun" he went over to her, he stood behind her and hugged her "we will find a good one, I will pay... I have quite a lot of money in my bank" "Thank you." Shinku said with a smile and turned around kissing him on his lips." Well I should probably get dressed. After that we can go.Oh, and we can go buy you some clothes too." Darius looked at his cloths "yeeeeeeeah... some new cloths would be good, these one are wrecked from continues changing" he said as he kisses Think on the cheek "ok, I will wait here for you" Think smiled and went into her room. She then picked out a dark green long dress that had thin straps. She put on a soft short-sleeved blue sweater and put on a pair of blue flats." Okay all ready." She said going over to Darius. Darius smiled "you look geourgouse" he said as he hugged her lightly and then kissed her head "now we can set off then? Good, because I really need some new cloths" he smiled and then laughed Think giggled and nodded." Yep but...you need to carry me since there is no elevator." Shinku said embarrassed a bit. She blushing a bit deeply. Darius saw Think blush and chuckled "don't worry I will... uh-oh" he looked at his body "it will be harder since I'm OT a werewolf" he walked over to her and picked her up, he felt the strain, but he carried her slowly down "man... this... is... embarking" he said as he continued to walk down "Your really cute when your embarrassed." Shinku said and kissed his nose. She liked it when he was embarrassed it showed personality. After a while Darius made in to the bottom, he put Think down slowly and careful, then he fell on his bum and began to pant "now i kind of know what It's like for you" he said as he tried to Regan his breath Think smiled."Yeah, though imagine going down those stairs every day."think said helping Darius up off of the floor. She then held onto his hand kissing his cheek. Darius kissed her back "every day? Sod that, that would kill me... I hope we find a place soon" he said as he hugged her and looked around "what first, cloths or house?" "Clothes. We want to make a good impression don't we?" She asked and began heading toward the mall in the city." What kind of clothes do you like to wear?" Darius blushed and looked at the floor "gothic style" he said as he looked at a gothic store "ahhhh... just the thing, tigerlilly (which is a real goth shop) that sounds like a good place to check" Think smiled. She had no idea or had forgotten he liked that style in clothing."Let's go there then." Shinku said cheerfully. Darius walked in a strait away started to go around the shop looking at different things, then he saw a letter jacket, he walked over to it and gazed at it "this... is... awesome" Think giggled. She thought he was so cute looking around the store." You look good in everything." She whispered to Darius. Darius smiled and rushed around the shop collecting 15 different things, including the leather jacket "here you go" he said give the shop keep the money and walked out "I will try them on when I get home" he said smiling "You seem very pleased." Shinku said with a giggle and kissed his cheek."You're so cute when you go shopping you know that?" Darius laughed and kissed her back "I know... will I don't really" he chuckled as he looked around "I feel as if I'm being watched... it is creepy" "being watched? Why if I may ask." Shinku said tilting her head and looking at Darius. Shinku often felt she was being watched, but that was when she was pregnant and alone at the time. Darius chuckled "well it's probably because we are in a shopping mall" he laughed as he hugged her "alright now what?" Think giggled." Probably...well now we have to go search for a house. Do you like Victorian houses?" Shinku asked looking at Darius with a sweet and gentle look on her face. Darius just shrugged "I have really had a house in a while so I don't know" he said as he hugged he gently "just let your heart tell you what place you want" Think nodded."there are a few abandoned Victorian houses, and they have elevators in them so I wanted to go check them out." Darius nodded and smiled "yes, then it would mean less trouble for you... and for me" he chuckled as he looked around "shall we get going now?" "Yes." Shinku said nodding her head and having a smile on her face. She held onto Darius' hand and tightly but not too tight that it would hurt Darius. Shinku was actually quite strong especially since she is pregnant she could be even stronger than she normally was. Darius had felt her hold his hand and hoped that the baby didn't kick hard on her, if it did, his hand would be crushed, and he knew it "if you feel a kick, please don't crush my hand" he chuckled and blushed at the fact that he was actually worried "I'll try my best not to. Though the baby's kick's have been getting stronger lately." Shinku said embarrassed." I think she got that from me. I was always strong when I was little not to mention bossy." Darius blushed "oh boy... please don't kick, please don't kick" he thought to himself as he walked along and saw a gothic looking house "wow... look at that one" he said as he gazed at it with his mouth open "Wow...it looks nice yet scary." Shinku said with a chuckle." Can we look inside of it?Please, Darius." She said in a begging manner looking cute and innocent for Darius. Darius looked at Think like she was mad "you don't need to beg me... let's get in there" he said as he leads the way into the house When Darius looked at her like that she tilted her head." Don't give me that look." Shinku said with her attitude." I can still crush your hand if you give me that look again." She said with a smirk. Her mood swings were beginning to kick in. Darius pulled the look again while saying "reeeeeaaaallllllllyyyyyyy" he said as he began to laugh, he smiled at her and tried not to pull it again but couldn't help it, he pulled the face for the third time Think began squeezing his hand but tightly. Though while she began squeezing his hand hold it she felt the baby kick hard and she accidentally nearly crushed his hand." Ow!" Shinku yelled a bit having her other hand on her stomach. Darius felt Think crushing his hand a bit, and he chuckled "ok, ok, I won't do it again" he said and felt her crush his hand really hard "AHHHHHH!!!" he yelled as he pulled his hand back and began to hold it "Story." Shinku said feeling guilty. Though she still felt the baby kicking and very painful which made think fall onto her knees, holding her stomach and wincing from pain. Darius saw Think go to her knees in pain "Think... breath... come on, just breath" he ran over to her and hugged her looking around, it was slowly starting to get dark, but if he wanted to change into a werewolf, he had to wait at least another 10 minutes "come on... stop kicking your mother... please" he said to the baby hoping it would hear Think breathed heavily.it hurts!it hurts! "Its hurts Darius!" Shinku said yelping in pain. Once the baby stopped kicking it left Think to become breathless. Darius decided he needed to get her back now "it's ok I'm here for you" he said as he picked her up and began to carry her back "this is going to take a while" after a while he changed, and he smiled at Think "ok let's get back now" he said as he ran back to the apartment and up the stairs, once he got into the apartment Darius placed Think onto the bed "I will be back in a second" he said as he went into her cuboids and noticed there was no blood "dam it"he shaved a patch of his fur off, then he ran back up to Think and put the bare patch of his skin in front of her "drink my blood, it will stop the baby from kicking" "A-Are you sure Darius?" Shinku asked looking at Darius with her sweet yet innocent expression on her face. She usually felt guilty if she drank blood fresh from someone. Darius smiled at Think "go ahead, drink all you want... I have more blood now, so it is better to drink now then in the morning" he said as he waved his arm a bit "drink, or do you want to be in pain all night?" Think nodded." Do I bite you like I normally do?" Shinku asked tilting her head. She had never bitten a werewolf so she hoped the blood would calm the baby down for at least a couple of days. Darius smiled and looked at Think "I can tell this is your first time drinking a werewolf blood" he said as he looked at the patch "well you can either drink it from my arm or my near, and yes... just drink it like you normal do" Think nodded." Okay,"She said gently putting Darius closer to her. She then dug her fangs into Darius' neck and began drinking his blood. Darius didn't flinch when Think dug her fangs into his neck "feel any difference... actually don't answer that until you finished" he said as he felt the blood rush out of his neck "oh... dam... I'm going to have to find something to stop the bleed" he said for he knew, even if she stopped drinking, his blood would still be coming out of his neck "but don't worry... just drink as much as you need" he said feeling a bit light-headed, but he decided not to show it so that she wouldn't worry When Darius was feeling light-headed she could tell he was. She then stopped and had enough to drink. She tipped the leftover blood around the corners of her mouth." T-Thank you for letting me drink your blood." Darius was light-headed and started to see double "it...it's ok... that's... we... what I'm h... here for" he said as he stumbled and felt the blood slowly trickling still "i... will be... back" he said as he stumbled to the kitten and stumbled back to Think "can I... use the... this to co... cover my near?" Think got off the bed and walked Darius to her bed. She put the cover onto his neck." You need to lay down you shouldn'tr have let my drink that much Darius." Shinku said tucking Darius into bed. She checked his forehead in case he had a fever. Usually when she drank too much the person would have a fever. Darius smiled at Think and chuckled "nonsense... you need... the bl... blood... you feeding t... tow remember?" he asked as he looked into her eyes "come... and la... lay with me" Think just smiled." That is true. Hopefully the little one will be calm for a few days or at least a few hours. Shinku said with a smile." I have to get dressed for bed first." She said going over to her dresser and picking out a nightgown. She then began to undress accidentally in front of Darius though. Once she got her nightgown on she laid next to Darius and turned the lights off. ((can you make Think wake up first, because Darius won't wake up until something wakes him up)) {sure thing :)} Think woke up first in the morning. Though again she wanted to make breakfast for him.I really want to cook something for him, but he might get mad since I'm suppose to rest. Darius woke up slowly and steadily, when he tried to move he couldn't "Think?" he mumbled as his vision became clear, he looked a Think "Think... I can't move... my limbs feel weak" he looked around "did you actually suck my blood... or was that a dream?" he asked bring to move but couldn't "No it wasn't a dream...I think I drank too much. I'll make you breakfast maybe food would help." She said getting up and to the kitchen. Darius tried to get up, but his arms and legs just didn't want to move "you are only getting away with it this time... when I better you're not doing it anymore" he called out to her and just laid there looking around Think made pancake mix and poured the mix onto the pan while the stop was on. She then waited a few minutes before flipping it over. Obviously she was making homemade pancakes. Once there was enough for her and Darius she turned the stove off-putting the pancakes on two plates. She then rushed to Darius." Do you need help getting up?" Darius blushed at Think's question "I can't even move my arms... so how will I eat?" he asked as he looked at the pancakes and licked his lips "they look yummy" "I can feed you in bed. Do you like syrup on yours or not? I usually like mine plane." Shinku said getting his plate with a fork and knife and having it on a tray."Also, what do you want to drink?" Darius looked at the pancakes and licked his lips again "syrup on mine please" he said as he tried to move to get the pancakes but h was paralyzed "I don't need anything to drink thank you Think poured syrup on it placing the syrup bottle on his nightstand and cut a part of his pancake." Open wide." Shinku said with a smile. Darius opened and let her place it in his mouth, he began to chew "this... is... delicious" he said as he swallowed it "you really are good at cooking, but I will cook from now on... after I'm better" "Thanks...I've had practice most of my life from before my family died." Shinku said cutting another piece off and feeding it to Darius." I love cooking so that's why I sometimes don't rest when you say for me to rest." Darius ate the piece that she had given him, he chews on it happily on it "well this is delicious" he said as he chews a bit more and then swallowed it "but this feels award being feed, I feel... a bit better" he said as he lifted his arms a bit "when I can move, I'm going to the hospital to get more blood" he chuckled as he looked at her "next time don't stop unless you want to... I still had quite a bit left in me" "I'm not the kind of vampire you suck until she wants to.I'm type of vampire who stops when I can tell you are becoming light-headed and weak." Shinku said still feeding Darius. Darius chuckled as he continued to eat the chunks she was feeding him, after a while he had got all the strength back in his arms and he smiled at her "I have finished mine, now you can eat yours" Think smiled." First I'm getting dressed." Shinku said putting on an orange dress with yellow sleeves." Hm...how do I look in this?" She asked Darius striking model poses trying to be fun and see if she looked good in it. Darius smiled "you look awesome and cute" he said as he shifted his but a bit "now come over here, sit down and eat" he said and chuckled as he did so "I would pull the face that you told me not too... but after last night, I don't think I will" he chuckled Think smiled and sat down on her bed with Darius and began eating."Yeah, I don't think it would be a smart idea to pull that face because next time I could break your arm." She said after she chewed the piece she was eating. Darius chuckled and slowly got up "well I have to get changed now" he said as he stumbled a bit and then walked out the room, he got changed and walked back in "what shall we do today?" "Well we still need to go look at the house." Shinku said with a smile." Hopefully the little one in her wont kick and interrupt when we're looking at the house." Darius smiled and gave a little chuckle "this time don't crush my hand please" he said as he walked over to her "but first finish that off" then he remembers something "oh dam, we also have to go to the hospital so they can restore my blood" Think then finished her breakfast drinking her orange juice."Ah, ok. I think I need to talk to my doctor about the baby I have some questions." Shinku said placing all the dishes in the sink." I guess when we get home we need to do dishes." Darius smiled "I will do them" he then opened the door and looked at the stairs "oh boy, ok let's do this" he said as he picked Think up and began to walk down the stairs "I wonder why this damn place doesn't have an elevator!" Shinku said crossing her arms and pouting." I could've had fallen or slipped.That's why I have to get out of her as soon as possible. And plus....that man lives in this apartment." Darius's eyes widened when he heard the last bit "him... so if he sees you, he will push you down?" Darius looked over his shoulder and began walking fast, when he got near the bottom he slips, lucky he fell backwards, unlucky for him, but lucky for Think, Think landed on him "Are you alright!?" Shinku said standing up and helping him up." One reason not to run fast on these stairs. Their quite slick." Shinku said helping him up." I am afraid of him pushing me but also...finding out imp regnant since it's hard to hide it." Darius got up and stretched his back "powwow, well that will teach me" he looked up them "well then just tell him you are fat... and if he goes to push you I will stop him, and you can run" "If everyone else on my body except my stomach is skinny then that show sim not fat." Shinku said in a clam voice." You keep getting yourself hurt. Maybe the hospital should check out your back too." Darius looked at her and smiled "yeah... no, no they don't need to check my back, your not that heavy" he said bring to measure her "and I think we need to jury, I can feel my blood struggling to get around my body, and I will die soon, I can tell" "Lead the way...unless you want me to carry you.I'm quite strong as I recall I nearly crushed your hand." Shinku said with a kiss on his lips. Darius smiled "I know, but it's not fair for you to have to carry me and the baby... no, I will walk" he invited, and he began to walk "so... what had you been doing since I wasn't there... how did you manage to avoid that man... and to tell you the truth I feel stronger than I used to, when I died... nearly, I feel a sudden increase in power, but I only feel the increase when I am a werewolf" "Well I studied his schedule to when he goes to work. He actually stays in his apartment all day working on experiments." Darius looked at her "really... well if he tries anything... I will bash him" he said as they arrived at the hospital "mummy... I need some blood, I am dying here... don't believe me check my blood pressure or something like that" Think's doctor took Darius and think into a room and donated Darius his blood by the IV's he connected onto his body. Shinku then talked to the doctor asking him questions she was unsure of. He then wanted to see her at least 4 times a weak in case something is wrong with the baby because of how hard the baby has been kicking. Darius felt better once he had blood flowing through him again "thank you doctor, well Think... are you ready?" he asked as he walked over to her "Yep." Shinku said happily and held onto his arm." Thank you doctor." He then waved. He hoped think and her child were alright though. Darius looked at her "if it gets bad again you will have to suck some-ones blood again, ok?" he asked as they walked out "If it starts kicking it could mean I could go into early labor. Though some doctors know how to stop it. Though it could also mean I'm hungry or he or she is hungry too." Darius laughed "well we know why they were kick before, if it happens again I will get something that you can suck the blood from, and if it is really bad again... then you will have to suck my blood again" "Okay...." Shinku said with a smile." If we don't like the house we're going to look at were just going to have to look at another house today ok?" Darius smiled at Think "sure, that's is a good plan... well there is the house" he said as his eyes lit up again, and he again began to smile Think giggled." Well let's go inside. I want to see if it'll be safe enough for me to be in there I don't want to be falling.I'm quite clumsy just thought you'd want to know that." Darius nodded and smiled "well I'm the only one out of two to have hurt myself" he said chuckling and looking at her "don't you go hurting yourself just to prove me wrong" Think laughed."I'm not the type of person who hurts themselves along with others to prove others Wrong. We do have much to catch up on." Shinku said with a smile." Would you go on that date with me tonight?" Shinku asked with a sweet and gentle smile. Darius smiled and then looked around "yeah... sure, we can go to grab something to eat from a hotel" he said as he looked back at Think and kissed her "as long as it's ok with you?" Think smiled." Sounds good...though for foodwise it depends on what the baby likes or else I will end up throwing." Shinku said with a chuckle Darius though about the baby not liking food, and how it makes her throw up "what will he do, pus hit back up saying 'no way, I'm not having that rubbish'" then Darius started laughing "It's after i disgusted it idiot!" Shinku said smacking him upside his head."did you ever pay attention in health class?" Shinku asked placing her hands onto her hips. Darius looked at her "how could I have gone to school? People would have found out and would have started calling me weird" he looked at the floor "I left school in year five, I didn't learn much, just the important things" Think smiled." I didn't really go to a normal school. I went to an assassin school. Why?I'm not even sure after I got out of the hospital after the crash I was sent there." Darius looked at her and tried to smile, but he could only Staten out his sad face "well at least it was a school, I have not been to one since my curse started" "All they really taught us was to kill. My friend Maria was the person who taught me important things. If your as clueless about important things such as when I go into labor I will bring you to my birth classes I go to in the morning." Shinku said with a chuckle and kissing him on his cheek. Darius chuckled and then started to look around "nah... I'm sure when something happens, my wolf instinct will know what to do... they always do" he said as he began to hum a tune "Alright...guess I have no choice but to go there myself alone." She said with a chuckle and held onto Darius' arm. Once they got to the house Think looked amazed at the place. Darius smiled "fine... I will come with you" he said and was amazed by the sight of the house, he then looked at Think "I want this house, it is awesome" "Yay!"Think said hugging him." It looks great. It looks nicer up close than far away.Let's buy it." Shinku said kissing Darius on his cheek. Jake smiled and kissed her back "Holden a sec" he ran up to the guy who was showing people around "umm mm... excuse me, I would like to buy this house" he said as he gave the guy his credit card, he came back and smiled at Think "it's a good job I saved" Think smiled and giggled." So now we have to move all my stuff into here along with your things." Shinku said with a smile. Darius smiled "the guy said that people will move our stuff for free" he said smiling more and kissed her on the head "so by tomorrow, we will have a new house" "Really?That's a relief. If I moved all of that stuff I would probably end up falling or slipping." Shinku said with a chuckle and kissed Darius."You're the most amazing man ever." Darius smiled and hugged her "that's what I said to the man, he said 'ok we will help you for free then' and I was like 'thank you so much kind man' and i actually said that" he said chuckling Think smiled." Did ya now? Well I'm glad he's going to move our stuff for free because if he didn't we both probably know what would happen since imp regnant." Darius was confused again, he didn't really want to ask, but has curiosity was too much "what would happen?" "Well if I fell I would probably end up landing onto my stomach which would mean I would lose the baby." Shinku explained while rubbing her stomach. Even if the father of her child was a wonder she loved the baby because she grew a bond with it. She had a feeling she was having a boy to the way it kicked. Darius felt stupid, it was obvious, he had nearly made her lose it earlier "oh yeah... um... sorry I feel earlier, and no not ok, that's before you even say it is, it was my stupid fault for rushing... I nearly killed the baby... and I'm sorry" "I know you were only protecting me from that that man. It is okay. Luckily I only landed on you. If I rushed on my own there wouldn't be such a happy ending. So I'm happy I have you." Darius smiled and blushed a bit "I suppose that was lucky... but I shouldn't have rushed, I feel so stupid" he said as he punched the wall and growled "I told you its alright. Stop beating yourself up. Your suppose to protect me aren't you?" She asked with a smirk and kissed Darius. Darius saw her smirk and smiled "I suppose you're right, I have to stop beating my self up" he said as he looked around "this place is huge" "Yeah it is...but it's great for raising whomever that's growing in me don't CIA think. Man I have so much to do we need to get working on his or her room getting ready for its arrival everything. There is so much to do." Shinku said pacing back and forth in the room. Darius smiled and hugged her from behind, he pulled a wooden chair over to them "look, just sit down and rest, also calm down, you will upset the baby otherwise" he said as he looked around "I will sort their room out" "But we have no idea what gender it is. This is what stinks about surprises." Shinku said crossing her arms thinking and looking around nervously. Darius smiled and placed his hands in her hands "look, you need to stop working, you will do a great job of bag its mother" he said as he smiled and looked around Think blushed hearing Darius say that to her." T-Thanks...but should we go to the hospital tomorrow to know its gender?" Darius turned and chuckled slightly "that is your choice, your baby, your body, so it's your choice, not mine" he said as he smiled and hugged her "just worry about what we will do today" Think smiled at Darius." Okay i won't." Shinku said with a smile." Well should we go to our date now?" Darius smiled and nodded "ok, but I don't have any nice places to go" he said as he scratched his head "That's alright. I know a good place to go." She said standing up and holding onto his hand leaning toward him planting a kiss onto his cheek."I'm ready when you are." Darius smiled and nodded "ok, but you will have to lead the way" he said as he chuckled generously Think held onto his hand and led the way. Once they were their it looked like a fancy looking restaurant." I always go here. My friend works here." She said with a smile. Darius smiled and then chuckled "really? that's lucky then" he said and kissed her on the cheek "I think it would be better if you order then" he said laughing Think smiled." Okay...what do you want? Is steak good with you?" Darius chuckled and looked at her "yeah, a really nice and rare one, with all the juices dripping off of it" he said licking his lips' ad smiling Think chuckled and ordered their food. The woman nodded and giggled and told the chef."Oh, what would you two like to drink?" The woman asked them." I'll have water. What about you Darius?" Darius was about to say beer, but then he remembered he was with Think "I think I will have water too please" he said to the woman nodded and got the two glasses of water and set them by them on their table." Your food will be done in a few minutes." She said cheerfully. Darius smiled and nodded "thank you" he said to the woman, he then looked at Think "I'm sorry if I'm rubbish on this date, I have never been on one before" Think smiled."It's alright. I haven't been on one either." She said with a smile as she felt the baby kick and rubbed her stomach. Darius looked at her and smiled "they are getting hungry" he chuckled as he smelt the meant cooking and his eyes widened, and he smiled Think smiled." Y-Yeah." Soon the waitress came with their stakes and put it onto the table in front of think and Darius." There you go two extra juice steaks." The waitress said with a smile and headed off. Darius didn't bother with a knife and fork, he picked it up and began to eat the steak like a dog "this... is... so nice" he said as he finished it off and realized how much of an animal he was "oh... sorry" Think giggled."It's alright. I can tell you were hungry." Shinku said with a smile. Shinku used her fork and knife and began cutting a piece off of her steak and eating it." Wow. This is perfect." Darius smiled and began drinking his water "I can't believe my manners" he said as he noticed that no-one saw "it was disgraceful" "Its alright don't worry about it." Shinku said with a smile before tasting another bite of her steak. She couldn't believe how good it was. The baby inside her rather liked it too. Darius sat and smiled at her but started to look around so that he didn't look impolite "wow, this is a real nice restaurant" he said as he looked around Think smiled." Its one of my favorites. I used to go to a restaurant like this one when I lived in Russia." Shinku said after taking a drink of her water. Darius chuckled and picked up his knife and began to pull it back and let it go making in ping, every time he did he said "ping" like a kid would After Think was done she took a large sip of her water chugging it down. After that she looked at Darius." Do you want any desert?" Darius chuckled a bit "nah... I'm treaty full" he said as he pulled out his wallet "I will pay" he said pulling out some money "Okay." Shinku said with a smile. Luckily the baby and herself were both full. Usually it took a while for both of them to be full. Jake paid and stood up and walked over to her "shall we go home? It is getting treaty dark now" he said and smiled at her Think stood up and held onto Darius' arm." Yep I'm ready to go." She said with a smile. Shinku looked a bit tired today. She would probably sleep well tonight. Jake laughed and walked outside the apartment "here we are" he said as he turned into a werewolf and carried her up the stairs "well we are home" Think was having a hard time not falling asleep." Thanks." She said kissing Darius' cheek. Once he had laid her on her bed she fell right to bed not even changing out of her day clothes. Darius smiled and got into the bed "good night" he said as he fell asleep Think cuddled with Darius, having one hand around his arm and the other onto her stomach. She gently rubbed it feeling the baby kick once or twice. ((I will post later or tomorrow)) {OK day sorry I didn't see the post earlier due to i was with my cousins} Darius woke up and noticed that he was the first awake for once, so he got out of bed, without waking Think, and he started to cook breakfast Think had stayed asleep. She didn't even hear Darius get up. Shinku turned on her other said having one of her hands onto her stomach. Darius had made the breakfast, and he walked up to Think and shook her lightly "foods ready" he whispered and put her plate on the side near her and smiled "come on, time to wake up" When Think heard his voice, she then opened her eyes and smiled." Good morning." She said stretching a bit. When she saw he made her breakfast it made her almost the happiest woman." You made breakfast. Thank you it looks delicious." Darius chuckled and hugged her, and then he looked at the kitten "well I couldn't have you doing it again" he then looked a burn on his hand but made sure Think didn't see it Think giggled."I know you wouldn't like it if I did since I'm suppose to relax." Shinku said with a chuckle and began eating. Shinku loved how Darius made breakfast and it tasted good. Not good but great." This is delicious Darius." Shinku said with a smile after eating some of her breakfast. Darius chuckled "I'm glad you like it" he decided the pain was too much "but I did burn my self while cooking it" he said showing the burn on his hand Think saw his burned hand and hope he was alright." Does it hurt? I have bandages and medicine to stop the pain if it hurts too much in my bathroom." Darius chuckled a bit "it only hurts if it och something with it" he said and smiled at her "plus it's you who we have to worry about, not me" Think smiled." Well I'm glad you still cooked for me even though you burned your hand. But I'm still going to worry about you because i very much love you and care for you." Darius smiled "I know" he looked at his hand and then back at Think "but you're the more important out of us two" he said hugging her and smiling "tonight a full moon night... I'm going to have to make a cage and lock myself inside it" Think smiled." Well we still need to bandage it up and put medicine on it so it can heal." Shinku said kissing Darius' cheek. "So tonight you might be a bit scary?" She asked tilting her head and patting his head. Jake chuckled and kissed her "ok I will bandage it up" he said and stood up "if I become uncontrollably, just run, i won't hurt you, I can stop it from hurting you" he sighed "but people are going to die again" When Jake told her people are going to die again Think knew she couldn't do anything about it. She felt bad how she couldn't stop this from happening. Stopping anyone who dies. Darius walked into the kitchen "unless I eat loads of meat when I turn into it" he then turned to look at Think "just feed me as much meat as the is... that way I shouldn't go after other people" then he had a thought "mind you... what did you do in the hospital? You did something that stopped me" "So lots of meet? I think we have quite a lot of meet." Shinku said with a smile. When Jake was pondering how she stopped him last time she wasn't even sure."I'm not even sure how I stopped you last time. All I did was hug you from behind. Telling you to stop." Darius then remembered "your heart... it was your heartbeat, ND I also felt the babies... that is what stopped me" he turned and smiled "well, now the is two ways to calm me down" Think smiled at Darius." Well then is there anything special you want to do today?" Shinku asked right before she connected her lips with Darius' lips bringing him into a passionate kiss. Darius kissed Think and then smiled, he pulled back a bit and the chuckled "nothing really... alt ought some quality time with you would be a great thing" he as he went back to kissing her "That sounds nice." Shinku said right before Darius went back to kissing her. While Darius kissed her, Shinku wrapped her arms around Darius' neck keeping their kiss intact. Darius tried to chuckle, but he couldn't, he pulled back a bit "shall we sit down first?" he asked then he smiled more "you have got to rest more than what you are doing" he said and then went back to kissing her Think smiled." Sitting down would be good." Shinku said right before she sat down on her bed but kept her arms wrapped around his neck and Think continued kissing Darius. Darius smiled as she pulled him to the bed and sat down "there that's better" he said and smiled as he continued to kiss her (sorry it's short :() Think smiled at Darius, continuing to kiss Darius deeply with passion. Shinku moved her hands down toward his back a bit as she kissed Darius. {It's alright :3} Darius would be shocked at what was going on if Think was a normal human, but she wasn't so he was enjoying it, it was the first time this had happened "I'm glad I found you Think" Think smiled at Darius."I'm glad you found me." Shinku said with a bright smile. Shinku was very thankful Darius had found her and she had found him. Without Darius Think wasn't sure what would have happened to her by now. Darius smiled and hugged her "I don't know what I would be doing by now if I was to have not found you... I know I would have never stopped looking for you" he then hugged Think a bit tighter "I will never lose you again, I promise me, you and the baby will be a family and nothing will stop that" Think smiled and hugged Darius tighter."I'm so glad I have you." Shinku said and kissed Darius' cheek." Just being with you is enough for me. As long as you're with me, I will be fine." when Think hugged him, Darius felt both hers and the babies heart beat again "you heart is healthy... but that is strange... I thought vampires don't have a heartbeat... yet, I can feel two heart beats... that is odd" "Yeah...it is a bit odd. Though I'm also half witch." Shinku mentioned with a smile on her face. Shinku did think it was a bit weird. Maybe it was because she was half witch. Or Maybe it was because of the baby was part of a different race? Darius smiled "maybe it is... I don't know" he was confused as much as she was, but he didn't want it to get to him "never mind... what was we up too? oh, yeah I remember" he said as he went back to kissing her Think blushed a bit when Darius continued kissing her. Shinku began kissing Darius back as well with very much passion. She never wanted to stop or leave Darius. Darius then heard his stomach growl "oh boy... I need some meat" he mumbled "why now? Why not after we finished kissing" he mumbled and then chuckled "I suppose we will have to continue afterward" Think giggled." Sounds like someone's hungry." Shinku teased." I have quite a lot of meat in the fridge so feel free to eat as much as you'd like." Darius smiled and tried not to laugh "yes well... unlike you should be, I eat enough to fill me up" he teased back "you need to eat, or the little one will start to move a lot again" Think pouted." I don't want to get fat. And plus the baby eats more than I eat." Shinku said with a chuckle as she rubbed her stomach gently feeling the baby kick."It's starting to kick again." She said teasing Darius. Darius ran strait over to her and felt it "WWW... they are so cute" then he looked at her with a pout on his face "well you won't get fat, you are batting for two remember" When Darius felt her stomach feeling the baby kick Think slightly blushed." I might even be feeding more than two." Shinku said with a smile. She hoped she was. Darius looked at her with wide as "that's it, maybe that's why I felt two heartbeats, you must have twins" he said and hugged her "if you are we need to find out, how about tomorrow we go and check" he said and started to get excited Think smiled."yeah that's got to be it!" Shinku said cheerfully." Sounds great to me." Shinku said right before kissing Darius." Looks like your really excited about this." Darius was like on affine "I know, this is great, so that's why they were playing up, you were only batting for two, so they didn't get as much as they should have... that means that you will have to be doubly careful" "Yup. I cannot wait. We'll have to go shopping for the babies soon just in case they might come early. I've heard sometimes having two babies they can come early." Darius smiled "I haven't seen you normal for ages, but never mind, try not to rush them coming... you don't want them to early, it could hurt them somehow" he said as he hugged Think and felt the heartbeats again "that is so cool" Think nodded." Yeah." Shinku said with a smile. When he had felt their heartbeats she giggled a bit." I can usually feel their heartbeats since I'm carrying them." Shinku said with a chuckle before she suddenly kissed Darius. Darius chuckled "oh... well... that means we can fell their heartbeats together" he said and kissed her back "you are the best woman ever" Think smiled and nodded." Yup." Shinku said cheerfully. Shinku had blushed when Darius mentioned that she was the best woman. It made her happy." I wonder if their girls or boys or 1 girl and 1 boy." Darius smiled, it was the first time he had seen her blush for a long time "your blush is so cute" then he thought for a moment "maybe it's both... we could go and find out" Think blushed from light pink to a dark red when he said her blush was cute." Thanks." Shinku said."Let's go find out!" Shinku said excitedly as she looked at Darius happily. Darius was excited to, but then he felt a pain "on... no" he growled, and he quickly walked away from Think "its nighttime... and its full moon" he growled as his flesh became fur and his body shifted until he was a full werewolf Think had totally forgotten about it was nighttime. The hospital is probably too busy anyway...I just need to keep Darius safe. Think thought as she looked worried at Darius hoping he wouldn't attack. Darius had no control now "well, well, well... if it isn't Darius's little play girl" the wolf growled "now what should I do?" When Darius' wolf part began talking to her Think was actually afraid. She held onto her stomach being very protective of the babies she was carrying. She felt their heartbeats as she had her hands onto her stomach. She tried being brave, but she was afraid of him. Darius stopped for a moment seeing her scared but soon carried on "so... you care about them so much? Well i won't hurt them then" he said with an evil smile "Good." Shinku said as she kept her hands onto her stomach looking at Darius' wolf side mysteriously. Darius's wolf looked at her back "I did say i won't hurt them" he grabbed her thought "but not that I won't hurt you" Think glared at Darius' wolf." I won't let you hurt me." Shinku said in a bitter tone. She wished there was something she could do to bring Darius back out, but she knew she couldn't. Darius wolf chuckled "are you sure about that Think?" he asked as he walked around her "you look like a tasty snack to me... and I wonder what Darius would think?" Think kept an eye on Darius' wolf." Stay away from me!" Shinku snapped, keeping both of her hands onto her stomach and getting off of the bed from the opposite side Darius' wolf was at and slowly backing away. She was planning on escaping. Darius broke out for a moment "arrrhhhh... RUN SHIN KU... GO!!!" he yelled as he tried to fight the wolf "come back tomorrow" Think began to back up approaching the door. She was scared if Darius' wolf part would stop her and hurt her or and her babies. If he hurt her he would probably hurt the babies. Darius looked at her and tried to smile "I'm sorry Think... I can't be with you... not if I'm like this... NOW GO!!!" he growled as he fell to his knees "Don't do this Darius... Shinku whispered." Don't leave me again!" Shinku said as she had tears rolling down her cheeks. Darius looked at her "look at me... I'm a master, I'm just a beast... that is all... I don't want to hurt you... please... if you can do something then do it... if not run, run for your life" "I'm not leaving you. I can't." Shinku said as she but her head down." I don't think you're a beast at all.That's the least of what you are. If I leave I could hurt myself. Especially if I run down those stairs." Darius looked at her, and he could feel the wolf stop fighting, he looked at her with a tear "ok, i won't leave you" he said as he got up and walked over to her "I will find a cure for my werewolf... when I'm rid of it... that means we can be happier" Think hugged Darius tightly. Obviously Think was scared of being alone. Shinku didn't want to be alone ever again. She hated being alone. Most of her life she was alone until she had met Darius. He made her life so much better. Darius was careful not to hug her to hard, just in case he crushed her and the babies "I'm sorry you had to go through with that" "It's okay." Steven said hugging Darius close to her but not tight so that it would hurt the babies. Though while she was hugging Darius, Shinku felt a painful contraction which made her wince and yelp for only a second. ((Steven? O_O I suppose I can't say anything, I sometimes say Jake :lol:))Darius quickly let go of her and looked at her "what is it? Are you ok? Was I hugging too hard?" he asked as he started to panic {I just said a different role-play character x.x I have a character named Steven who is also pregnant so I must've gotten mixed up.I got too much going on :sweat:}"No it's a contraction." Shinku said trying to wait for it to pass. Though Think hoped she wasn't going into Labor.I can't be going into labor...It's too early. ((it's ok, I say Jake a lot :lol: that's the name I use for nearly every character :lol:))Darius looked around "sit down, you need to sit down" he said as he picked her up gently and walked over the bed, he placed her slowly on the edge "just rest and recover" Think nodded and let Darius carry her and place her onto her bed." Ow...it really hurts." Shinku whispered to herself as she breathed heavily." I sure hope the babies aren't trying to push themselves out." Darius smiled "it's ok, you are only about 7 and a half months, they won't come out yet, maybe when your 8 and a half, but that's a month away" he said, and then he sat beside and hugged her "just calm down and relax" Think nodded. While Darius hugged her Think gripped onto him tightly as she felt another strong contraction." But...I don't understand why their lasting so long." Darius wondered for a moment "maybe it is fright... or maybe their hungry, when did you eat last?" he asked as he looked at her "and don't try to lie, it will only get worse" Think was going to lie until Prius said it wouldn't help." Breakfast time was last time I ate." Shinku said blushing a bit. Darius's face was shocked "that is why" he got up and smiled "wait here and I will make you something for three" he ran to the kitchen and started to make an complete, when it was read it was quite big, it was the right size for three people "here you go" he said handing it to Think and then gave her a knife and fork When Darius gave her the omelet Think's stomach had growled. Obviously she was hungry. Shinku then began cutting a slice off and eating it." This is good Darius. You know you're not a bad cook at all." Shinku said with a smile after she took a bite of the omelet." Can I have a glass of water?" Darius smiled at her "why thank you" then when she asked for a glass of water, he ran into the kitchen filled a cup and ran back "here you go" "Thank you." Shinku said with a smile and drank her water and continued eating." This is the most delicious omelet I have ever had." Darius smiled "well I did have to cook food when I was traveling, maybe that's were I got my talent for" he said chuckling "see, now I can cook for us both while you rest" Think giggled." Well I would eat any of your meals you cook anyway. And I bet the babies would too." Shinku said with a smile and continued eating. Once she was done she yawned a bit. She looked very tired. Darius chuckled "you should get some sleep... I will see you in the morning" he said as he started to walk out into the living room "Okay." Shinku said calmly as she laid down and began to drift off to sleep. Once she was asleep she had a smile on her face the whole time. Darius looked at her with a smiled "good night" he whispered back to her, he then sat on the sofa and stayed awake all night Think slept peacefully and had sweet dreams of Darius staying by her side. In between midnight and 2 am she groaned and tossed and turned because of a nightmare. Darius heard Think groaning so he ran in "think?" he asked and noticed she was still asleep "what do I do? Should I wake her up?" Think sometimes winced in her dream as she felt the babies kick. Though they were kicking because since think didn't like the nightmares neither did they. Darius walked over to her and shook her "Think... you have to wake up" Think had wrapped her arms around Darius when he shook her. Shinku refused to wake up since she looked very exhausted. Darius just laid down and stayed there the whole night awake, he was going to stay awake so it didn't bother him Think got closer to Darius as he slept with her. She felt very safe. When the morning came, Shinku was dead asleep on Darius and her head was on his chest as her arms were wrapped around his neck and his side. Shinku was quite the wild sleeper. Darius laid there trying to keep his eyes open "must stay awake" he whispered to himself as he looked back at Think "well its morning" he said to her Soon Think had woken up and seeing Darius made her happy." Good morning." She said cheerfully and kissed his lips. Jake looked at her and smiled "what was you dreaming about last night?" he asked trying to keep his eyes open "Well my good dream was about you and me and raising the babies. The nightmare was about him though and what he did to me." Shinku said nervously. Darius hugged her and patted her back "what did he do to you?" he asked rubbing her back "he won't do it in real life what ever it was, i won't let him" Think curled her legs up toward her chest and spoke." He did a lot of things to me. He tested on me as if I was some kind of animal." She said tucking her head on her knees. Darius growled and then sighed "I want you to always stay where I can see of" he said and then hugged her "I will also stay awake every night to make sure your safe" Think hugged Darius tightly not wanting him to leave."I'm scared if he's going to hurt me again or even our children." Darius hugged her "don't worry, I'm stronger than I was before, I will beat him this time... I know I will" Think nodded and kept holding onto Darius."I'm sorry if I worry you too much." Shinku said having a weak smile upon her face looking down a bit. Darius smiled and kissed her forehead "well... now I'm here, you can stop working" he joked a bit "and no-one will touch you" Think nodded." Sorry I worry a lot. You tend to do that when you are going to become a mom." Shinku said with a bit of a chuckle. Darius smiled and kissed her "I suppose you do" he chuckled as he looked around to the kitchen "are you hungry?" he asked looking at her with concern "don't lie either" "A little yes." Shinku said with a smile."I'm guessing your going to cook me something great?" Shinku asked with a smile. Darius smiled "of course I will, I always do" he chuckled and began cooking Think smiled." I love your cooking." Shinku said as she had her hands onto her stomach and hummed a bit as she waited for the food to be done that Darius was cooking. Darius had finished cooking it, and it was a fry-up "I hope you like it?" he chuckled, and then he set the plate down in front of her Think began eating it."It's good. Can I have some milk to go with this?" Shinku asked after she bit off another piece. Darius nodded "sure you can" he said as he poured her a glass of milk and handed it too her((has the time skip already happened?)) {oops I forgot let me do that XXD}"thank you." Shinku said with a smile." I cannot wait for them to be born." Shinku said with a smile. She took another bite of her meal. Shinku was very excited when they would be born.--------------3 weeks later. It was 3 weeks later and Think had just woken up from her nap. They were all moved into their new house. Shinku was feeling contractions though today. She sat up in her bed rubbing her stomach a bit."That's weird." Shinku said." I thought I wouldn't get contractions for at least another month." ((wait, so what contractions mean/do?)) Darius walked into the room and looked at her "are you ok Think? what's wrong?" Darius asked as he rushed over to her and looked at her stomach "what are they doing now?" {that she will have the babies the day she has contractions ^^}"I'm having contractions...the babies might be coming soon.I mean their not now.it was only a small contraction." Shinku said with a small smile. ((it's a bit too soon O_O))Darius looked at her "you're not resting enough, that's why" he said chuckling "from now on, you willnotdo and work" {I thought that's what we planned?} Think pouted." Fine." She said crossing her arms still pouting. Shinku stayed in her bed."I'll stay in bed then." She said fixing her hair and putting it in a ponytail. ((I don't know, I might have forgotten :sweat:))Darius looked at her and smiled "pouting won't work on me" he chuckled he said as he sat on the bed "are you hungry?" She pouted more." No not right now." She said crossing her arms."You're a smarty-pants you know. You knew and know It's too early for me to have the baby or babies and yet you only knew about this for maybe a month or less maybe a bit more, and you know more than myself." Darius chuckled "just calm down, you need to relax" he said as hugged her Think pouted."fine."she said crossing her arms over her chest, continuing to pout more. Darius chuckled and sat next to her "if you don't calm down, they will come early, so chill" he said as he hugged her and kissed her forehead

~Pregnancy Of An Assasin~{Maka & Jake}|rating:3.0

R1-Too_ Space and Spaceships

(And all the ships, ship travel, ship combat, and such will go here. I’m going to say that if folks want to start interaction threads here (getting to know each other while between missions), those threads are ‘out of time’ - meaning they will not be allowed to hold up planet based, group threads, and you can post in both at the same time.{WIP}Code: [Select][float left][IMG padding=5]IMAGE HERE 250 PX HIGH PLEASE[/IMG][/float left][b]Name:[/b] (character name)[b]Location:[/b] (more detailed than just planet, please. IE: Gavin 4; Caspian’s Rooms)[b]Timeframe:[/b] (hour and minutes discouraged. Use more general time, so there’s wiggle room as characters move around. IE: Early morning, pre-dawn[b]Tagging:[/b] (anyone? Open?)[b]Notes:[/b] (anything else of import, including if there’s distressing content. You can also include things that cue players whether an activity could be seen or overheard. IE: Caspian and Sun’list are being loud enough to be overheard.)[hr]Razors Edge, Grow 720 Freighter(Uh, homey. I guess. The Redwing was undergoing major repairs during the events in Rogue-One and was going to be abandoned when the Alliance decided to scatter. Since things didn’t go that way, the Redwing remains an Alliance vessel used mainly for small-scale infiltration missions as it’s a common ship type, and easy to modify. The Redwing is old, has a battered exterior and a somewhat worn, second-hand interior. The engines have been upgraded from stock, taking room away from the cargo bay and the once fixed turrets can manage a 180 range. There’s also a very well hidden, small bomber bay that occupies one of the escape pod bays - it’s basically one use. The newer engines mean it has more range and speed than standard, and a bit more agility. It can outrun most average Imperial patrol ships, has a chance to hold on against a fighter for a few moments, and range that allows missions deeper into Imperial space before refueling is required. The smuggler compartment can hold about 4 (friendly) people and has a separate environment system, meaning the rest of the ship can be depressurized without killing anyone in hiding there. Reserved (AndorLocation:Gavin 4: Landing pad, Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:NoonishTagging:Everyone Notes:"Babysitting?" Caspian replied, so deadpan it wasn't easy to tell if he was joking or not. "Funny, when I saw your name on the roster, I thought the exact same thing." He knew Eric, after a fashion, enough to make the occasional joke - the Mandalorian had a tendency to draw that out of a person, even Caspian. His gear was already stored, not that he had much. Caspian didn't pack more than he could carry over his shoulder and still run. That meant, mainly, a change of clothes or two, his weapons and not much else. Plus credits. Everything else he needed he figured he could buy - or steal, if it came to that." Get me to a dock with a cargo, and I'll buy you as much time as you need,"he said." Assuming we're looking at pulling it off in hours, rather than days."" I may hold you to that," he said as he passed Shaw RAA on the walkway. He waved an arm at the rest of the group, encouraging them to get a move on. "There are fresh IDs in the mess, and a second set of Imperial ones for those of us who can pass. They're pretty shallow so don't imagine they'll hold up to any in depth investigation." His voice echoed in against the play-steel walls, dingy and dented, as they boarded. Stephan One trailed him. "Anyone who can fly, I want you to get used to the Razor, just in case. I'll go over the initial plan during evening meal, and we'll see how it holds up once we arrive." (Allocation:Gavin 4: Landing pad, Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Preparing to depart"I'm already familiar with the ship,"Shaw RAA replied." I haven't had it out of the atmosphere, but I've had to move it twice in the past two weeks." He withdrew into the ship, clearing the entry ramp and allowing others to enter the vessel. He didn't acknowledge the arrival of the loud Mandalorian. Given a choice, he'd have the silent woman at his back and allow the braggart to soak up the attention and the blaster fire. He had an innate disgust of loudmouths who felt that those around them needed to hear their words. They were usually bullies and Shaw RAA had his fill of those. The man would likely attempt to evict Shaw RAA from the bunk he had chosen. If he did.... Shaa RAA would move. But at some point, the Mandalorian would bleed. (Allocation:Gavin 4: Razor's Edge, Women's Quarters (??) Timeframe:Noon, local time. Tagging:Arena Taro, Open - Crew Notes:Continuing from Reiki's post (#msg12875596)ACTA left her case in the loading bay before making her way towards what would be her home for the duration of this mission. She noted there were enough bunks in one of the living quarters as to accommodate the females of the team and assumed this where it. She didn't have much in the way of personal belongings beyond what was in her case, everything neatly packed in one small duffle bag. Hygiene kit, three changes of underwear and casual clothes. She sure hoped there would be cleaning facilities for clothing. Not that she was shy of being a little grimy, if you spent as much time as she used to on various deserted death planets hunting dangerous wildlife there was no place to be squeamish. But she is to be sharing such a tight space with others. For once, she wasn't alone. Quote"I suppose this is our room, our bunk?" Taro asked, looking into a room where several beds were stacked. "Razor's Edge huh, quite a cool name I'd say." She was just about to take off her helmet when she heard a voice from the doorway. She turned her visor towards the other woman, but otherwise there was no movement on her part that betrayed her mood. Which was currently slightly annoyed that she was going to be sharing space with all of these blather mouths." It is rather typical. For the Rebellion." She wasn't sure why they had such a taste for dour and ominous names for their ships and operations. It was like setting yourself up for disaster. She turned her attention back to the bunk in front of her, close to the back of the room. This was it. Hers. She dropped the duffle on the cot and slowly turned to face the door. "You are Arena Taro. I am ACTA Vary." She was pretty sure the other woman hadn't been there for the introduction she had made to the major. (Faye (#msg12863396)Location:Yavin-4: Landing pad of the ship >> Razor's Edge Timeframe:Soonish, local time Wearing:Her white suit of armor (over a black body glove, her utility belt and a WESTAR-35 blaster pistol holstered on her thigh. Tagging:Eric, ACTA, HarunaNotes:N/Admittedly, Cirri did feel a touch deflated when Caspian hardly seemed to even notice her before boarding the ship, but she tried not to take it to heart. After all, they had what sounded like a very important mission ahead of them, so he surely had a lot of more important things on his mind than socializing. She probably should as well. On the other hand, the second Mandalorian's arrival made her feel a little bit more secure and optimistic. The man was definitely much more boisterous and animated than the crew's other T-visor wearing warrior, but either way, the more heavily armed and armored soldiers they had, the better, right? Eric seemed to believe he was doing them all a favor by being there, and he made sure they all knew it, though Cirri's intuition told her that he wasn't being entirely serious. And if he was, well then she was thankful for the favor." I might take you up on that drink later," she told him, tilting her head slightly to the side before turning on her heels to follow the others into the Razor's Edge, her large case rolling along after her. Not to sure where she was supposed to go, the Neutron decided to follow the female Mandalorian into one of the living areas. She sent her case to the back of the room and figured she'd take the bunk across from ACTA." And I am Cirri Faye," she tacked on to the end of ACTA's sentence. "It is lovely to be, hmm...rebelling with you both? Oh, and this is my first time, so any advice you may have is more than welcome." (Taro Location:Razor's Edge Timeframe:noon, local time Tagging:ACTA, Cirri, Open Notes:Taro unloaded her stuff into the locker next to the bed closest to the door. She had no particular preference of bed positions, as long as it granted her rest and rejuvenation. It took her a while as she stripped off her robes, changing into something lighter in the form of a tank top and shorts. Not that Taro felt the need to be perpetually free of constricting clothing, but it would be best if she could spend time in what she liked wearing. After all, the outfit was best for her during exercise, sleeping and basically doing anything a normal person would, away from Rebellion activities. Upon hearing the call of her name, herfullname, Taro turned and nodded at the two ladies who greeted her, although there was a slight wince in her face. Did they already know who she was? Or the Mandalorian at least. The name of 'Arena' was one she only shared with trusted members of the Alliance, a name which Caspian would know was the one she used as a spy and assassin back in Coruscate together with her alias as the 'Black Swan'. The wince quickly faded, replaced by a smile. Well, at least those who knew her were on the same side. Hearing it from a fully armored Mandalorian was much better than getting it from an Imperial with Taro strapped to an interrogation chair." Greetings, ACTA Vary, Cirri Faye. Hope to be of help for this upcoming operation." Taro continued with a bow before continuing to pull on her clothes before filling up her locker." First time advice? Don't die, and don't get your teammates killed, and rest assured you will be fine." (TavocLocation:"Common area"Timeframe:local time Tagging:Open, Gathered crew Notes:Strong but not so silent type At least some of the crew was wise enough to accept a drink, even if it was a rain check. It seemed the excitement of settling in and going on a mission trumped anything else. It was just another op for Eric, a job that paid and if it hurt the Empire in the process, IIT was a double win. As they all scattered into separate sections and claimed bunks, Eric ended up in a room with the Key For. "Guess it is just you and me pal, hopefully you don't snore." He flashed a smile as entered and passed him with his trunk casually tossed over a shoulder. The rest of the gear was stowed away in the cargo bay. He didn't do much in terms of claiming a bunk, just a section of the room to lower the trunk before he began to remove some of the armor plates until he was in a rather casual looking set of fatigues. A fléchette launcher was slung on his hip, a knife sheathed on his belt on the opposite side, no true Mandalorian was ever out of reach of at least one weapon. With everything squared away, he left the room and made his way towards the common area where he found himself wandering towards the cockpit. He was not a pilot by trade, but he knew his way around a ship, specifically smaller vessels. Whatever Caspian had in mind, or rather, whatever Rebel Command had in mind, wouldn’t be easy. (Allocation:Gavin 4: Landing pad, Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Preparing to departs RAA tapped his respirator. "If my breathing filter starts leaking, that means I'm suffocating," he said. "So if I start 'storing', I would be grateful if you would put me in the aft port storage room, close the door and hit the blue button. That will purge the oxygen nitrogen atmosphere in the room and replace it with the helium composite atmosphere I need to survive. I suppose that is a long-winded way of saying 'I hope I don't snore' too." He wasn't convinced that he was going to like the gregarious Mandalorian. Only time would tell. He, like Shaw RAA himself, was armed with both firearm and blade. He felt a moment of smug superiority knowing that his weapons of choice were more dangerous than Eric's. That feeling faded when he realized that it was likely because the Mandalorian likely chose lesser weapons to increase the challenge of combat. It was a stupid attitude to take. Combat wasn't a contest. It was life and death. No, he didn't think he was going to like this Mandalorian at all. Perhaps he'd have better luck with the other one. (Allocation:Gavin 4: Razor's Edge, Women's Quarters (??) Timeframe:Noon, local time. Tagging:Arena Taro, Cirri Denotes:Continuing from Reiki's post (#msg12875596)ACTA felt her eyebrow twitch underneath her helmet as the Neutron spoke up. She wasn't entirely aware of her having joined them, which was remarkable. She was eye-catching to say the least, and she seemed to have some kind of effect on how her mind was working, somehow. There was something bubbling up in her, and she wasn't sure if it was anger or something entirely different. She reached up and disconnected her helmet, pulling it off and placing it on the bunk she had chosen for herself. A quick ruffle of her hair and she turned towards the other, her face a beautiful but deadpan mask. Quote"It is lovely to be, hmm...rebelling with you both? Oh, and this is my first time, so any advice you may have is more than welcome." Quote"First time advice? Don't die, and don't get your teammates killed, and rest assured you will be fine." She shot Taro a look that was hard to decipher, then looked to Cirri, straightening up to her full length as she sized her up. When she spoke it was in a rather deep and clear tone, carrying a strong trace of a Mandalorian twang that didn't carry through her helmet. "Don't expect to survive. Make friends with the fact that you will die, make it inevitable in your mind, and you will act without hesitation to complete your mission. Use whatever motivated you to join to fuel you when you are the weakest, burn your rage when you are close to death. Those are the basics." She tilted her head this way and that, inspecting her closer. "You don't seem very fit for it, but I recommend you get a close combat weapon anyway. The WESTAR-35 will serve you well, as any Mango weapon should, but if you are this close..." She pulled one of her bead's from her sheath and help its point just an inch from the Neutron's nose. "...you are better off with a blade." She sheathed the short sword again and unbuckled her belt, laying them on her bunk before she began to remove the rest of her armor. It was hard to see when she was all suited up, but once the plates came off she was all woman, wide hips, full bust and all. She was just built like steel wall, bounding muscles tensing against the reinforced fabric of her ocher body glove. (AndorLocation:Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:NoonishTagging:Everyone Notes:The interior was about what he expected, and what Caspian was used to, as well. Battered, dingy, made up of mostly second or third hand parts. Some of that was genuine - it wasn’t like the Alliance had thousands of conquered worlds to steal resources from - and some of that was disguise. There were a few hidden cubbies in the ship, and a smuggler’s hide in the port cargo - not to mention the bomber bay that had replaced one escape pod. The Razor carried more bang than anyone would imagine, even if it looked like a piece of junk. The engine started up as their pilot began lift-off procedures. Caspian wasn't so controlling that he had to look over the pilot's shoulder ... though he wished that K2 was handling stomach duties. Cassian pointed Stephan to the cabin he’d claimed as theirs, and flopped down in one of the chairs in the rec area. Tucking his hands behind his head, he leaned back and surveyed his kingdom. He could hear the crew settling in, and some tentative conversation from the room the women had chosen. This was what he had so he’d make it work. First task; making this collection of cast-offs and newbies into a team he could use.“Hey, Havoc,” Caspian called, loud enough to be heard in the other room. “The pilot can’t drink but the rest of us can ... so how about it?” (Taro Location:Razor's Edge Timeframe:noon, local time Tagging:Open Notes:Wearing (smirk on Taro's face was obvious. Was she to be ignorant, Taro would assume there to be another reason for the ladies present to be congregated together in this crew. Females with full bodies not easily found anywhere, Taro noted that both the Mandalorian and the third woman could rival her in appearance, if not for her own training and experience in her specialized field. Silently, Taro hoped that either did not ply their trade in ways similar to hers - Only one should have to suffer the brutal hands of a carnal warlord. However, Taro was soon interrupted by the major calling out for them. It was at this call that the woman headed out of the room, her hair tied into a ponytail as she leaned on the doorway leading to the men's room." I heard something about a drink." Taro said, her eyes looking at Havoc as she smiled at him, before focusing her gaze on the Major." Haven't had one since Coruscate, and dying for it." (TavocLocation:"Common area"Timeframe:local time Tagging:Open, Gathered crew Notes:Strong but not so silent type"And here I thought I had a problem, I am a social drinker after all." He casually replied as he uncapped a small flask and took a swig of something strong by the scent that wafted out. The small flask was returned to a pocket before he stood and went to fetch a couple of bottles from the "heavy ordinance box" that was packed with carbonite crystals. He returned with a pair of bottles in each hand, a small selection for those who partook ranging from some simple beers to the much heavier hitting brews worthy of a seedy cantina setting. "Help yourselves." Eric insisted as he retook a seat and opened one of the bottles of Orwellian wine to start. (Allocation:Leaving Gavin 4 Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Bonding with the Crenshaw RAA made a noise that might have been laughter. "Is that a Orwellian red? I haven't had a glass of Orwellian red in years. No, thank you. The worst trouble in my life came after a glass of Orwellian red. I'll toast you all with it at the end of this little cruise but until then, it would be bad luck for me to indulge." He picked up the bottle that would not have looked out of place on a table occupied by a down-and-out spacer who was trying to drink his troubles away. "This looks a little more like it belongs on a ship like this. It's probably spent a parsec or two in a smugglers hold, unless I miss my guess." From inside his robes he produced a shot glass that had clearly seen better days. He wiped it out with his sleeve and poured himself a shot of the brew. "I'm not sure how well this translates but here goes." He lifted the glass. "The liver is evil and must be punished." The respirator he wore allowed him to eat and drink without risking suffocation, so he had no difficulty tossing the shot back. The noises he made afterward might have been coughing." Anybody else want a shot?" he asked, his vocalizer hiding whether the shot was having an effect on his voice. ('Annie' LiszterLocation:Cockpit, Razor's Edge, Rebel base, YavinTimeframe:Noon-hashtagging:All Notes:Communicating over ship-wide stations short burst of static came over all the speakers on the ship at once, followed by a woman's throat being cleared before she began to speak in a chirpy and friendly manner. "Good afternoon gentle beings and welcome aboard the Razor's Edge, shining star of Rebel Alliance Starlings! I'm Captain Roxanne Lister, and will be flying this bucket of bolts and scrap for you during our awesome time together!" A short giggle squeaked through before the voice regained control and continued a little more seriously. "We have received clearance from control to lift off on this lovely mission of ours...whatever it is, so strap in, and I'll punch us out of here before anyone decides to back out and jump out one of the cargo lifters. Once we hit vacuum, and I've got our course plotted and fired us into the big L, I'll come back and join you!" The slender redhead's fingers danced across her control panel like lightning and the ship slowly lifted on its repulses with a low whine. Spinning the ship on its center point Annie moved the Razor's Edge out of its landing pad area, lifting the old girl high enough so that she'd not cause a tremendous amount of wash for the people scrambling around back on the other pads. With a happy grin at the prospect of getting back out into the void she punched the throttles to the red line and whooped as the Grow 720 leaped forward...sort of. This ship class was sturdy and dependable, they weren't exactly blockade runners, though this particular ship's drives held a lot more punch than she'd had on the lot when she was new. Bulling its way up through the atmosphere the Razor's Edge raced into space within moments, the blackness of space surrounding her as her true speed picked up rapidly. Annie spun her seat and plunked down into the system operator's to run out a course on the minicomputer before spinning out of that position and back into the pilot's command seat, confirming her calculations and finally drawing on the lever that would engage the hyperdrive." That's a good girl, let's go see what we can do to the Imps this time..." she said with a little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth and a none too kindly glint in her green eyes. (AndorLocation:Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:NoonishTagging:Everyone Notes:"I heard something about a drink." Taro said." Haven't had one since Coruscate, and dying for it."“Well, it’s Havoc’s booze, so I can’t promise it’s any more appetizing than the back in the med bay, but it’s here.” Caspian knew Taro, after a fashion, from their shared time in the Alliance med bay. He’d been bad off after Scarf and she’d been … rotting away from some disease he hoped never to see again. They were both back on their feet and there was clearly nothing wrong with Taro now, something she seemed happy to show off. Couldn’t blame her on that either, Gavin was as hot as a Rhodesian bath house and about as rank. His brow rose as Havoc brought out what looked like a small bar’s worth of booze before fishing out a collapsing cup from a pocket, poking it into shape, and pouring himself some of the Orwellian. Caspian wasn’t a picky drinker, but he’d save his stomach for rotgut when it was the only thing available." The liver is evil and must be punished." He lifted his glass in response to Shaw RAA’s toast. “Won’t disagree with that.” He took a slug of wine. Orwellian wine might have a fancy name, but it sure wasn’t meant to be sipped. At least, not according to the roughnecks who’d taught Caspian to drink when he was a kid. The speakers were fried, or course, so the pilot’s voice was fuzzy and a bit distorted as she warned them about her imminent take-off. An old hand at take-offs of all sorts, Caspian hefted both his glass and the wine bottle off the table as the ship tilted, holding them until the flight evened out then setting the bottle back on the table and cradling his cup. The hyperdrive came online in a few moments, the ship vibrating slightly from ill tuned engines.“If things go our way, we’ll be hitting the Imperials coming and going,” Caspian didn’t smile, but the glint in his dark eyes was sharply satisfied. “Stealing prototypes then blowing them out of space with ‘em. Doesn't get better than that." (Faye (#msg12863396)Location:Razor's Edge Timeframe:Soonish, local time Wearing:Her white suit of armor (over a black body glove, her utility belt and a WESTAR-35 blaster pistol holstered on her thigh. Tagging:Arena, ACTA, then mostly everyone Notes:N/A"First time advice? Don't die, and don't get your teammates killed, and rest assured you will be fine." Not exactly what she'd been expecting to hear, and of course Cirri was certainly not planning on getting herself or anyone else killed, but that didn't mean she thought the advice was unhelpful by any means. She took it as meaning that her focus should be on carrying out her most basic responsibilities as opposed to overthinking things or trying to pull off anything fancy. She gave Arena an appreciative nod before turning back to ACTA when she spoke up, the Mandalorian's voice more natural and full of personality now that she wasn't speaking through her helmet. Cirri was slightly surprised at how pretty the imposing warrior turned out to be, though it was ACTA's words that caught her even more off guard. The extremely grim picture that they painted was quite jarring to say the least, contrasting heavily against the message of hope that Cirri had come to associate the rebellion with. She also had no idea how one was meant to burn rage. Was that a common thing? As for the comment about her not being fit to use a melee weapon, well, she'd spent enough time in high society circles to recognize a thinly veiled insult when she heard one, and that didn't exactly qualify, even if it did make the Neutron feel a tad deflated. Brutal honestly appeared to be one of ACTA's more prominent traits. Nirri's eyes widened when the bead blade was leveled with her nose, though it seemed to be curiosity more than fear swirling through her dark irises. ACTA wasn't the easiest individual to read, at first seeming almost disturbingly devoid of any emotions at all until Cirri had begun digging a little deeper, but she wasn't sensing any hint of malice, so she had no reason to be worried. The near lack of emotion actually struck her as being rather sad, so she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the other woman. Surely there had to be a reason for being so closed off, and it couldn't be anything good." Thank you," she said softly, following the Mandalorian's lead by removing her own armor until she was left wearing only her skintight body glove. While it did show off all of her curves, it was still relatively conservative by Neutron standards, hardly showing any actual skin, so Cirri didn't think anything of it. Once they were both free from the confines of their respective suits of armor, she approached ACTA again, this time lightly placing a hand on one of the woman's broad, muscular shoulders. "Perhaps you could show me how to properly wield a blade sometime?" Cirri's fingers trailed over the ocher material as she slowly pulled away, flashing the Mandalorian an optimistic smile before she left the room to join the others. Arriving just in time to hear Shaw RAA's toast, she couldn't help but giggle. "Well in that case, I should be punished twice," she mused, finding something to hold on to while the ship took off. Even through the distorted speakers, their pilot sounded quite lively, and Cirri was already eager to meet her. She was also eager to partake in some drinking, and hopefully some team bonding while they were at it. Finally, something that she was experienced with! Wanting to mark their first mission with something a little special, she decided to take Eric up on his invitation, helping herself to the contents of the large ice box he'd brought. Bending over to inspect the contents, she came up with a mix that sounded promising and plucked out several bottles which she placed on the table where Caspian was sitting. Then she found some glasses - enough for everyone, including Roxanne - and got to pouring. Three parts beer, one part vodka, one part lemonade, and a splash of energy soda that she'd found buried near the bottom of Eric's crate. Holding a glass of the finished product up to inspect it, Cirri tried to come up with a fitting name for the slightly cloudy golden-yellow beverage. "MMM, let's call it...the First Flight. Drink up!" ('Annie' LiszterLocation:Cockpit & Lounge, Razor's Edge in hyperspace Timeframe:Noon-hashtagging:All Notes:Group Intro Once Annie had the controls and systems set to alert her of any anomalies on the lounge's tech station, she stood and stretched out her 5'10" frame as best she could in the cockpit, having to keep her arms slightly bent as she felt her spine crackle and pop. Looking out the viewport she marveled at the swirling, glowing tunnel of the big L once again. It never ceased to amaze her that people had willingly hurled themselves and their fragile little ships into the void for thousands of years, pushing back the borders of the unknown bit by bit. She had once been a part of that elite, and somewhat crazy group known as Scouts, or Explorers. Ever moving forward and onward to the next star system, the next planet, the next adventure. It felt like a long time ago that she had been a wide-eyed and eager adventurer looking forward to her next big find, either a mineral rich planet, or a new race, or even a lost colony. Then she started seeing the dark underside of the belly of the beast known as the Empire. Krytanne almost lovingly stroked one of the support struts of the old freighter, speaking to the ship as if it were a living being, "Well old girl, seems like we're off on another adventure, huh?" She found it rather ironic that the ship that had rescued her three years ago from near certain death from her failing life pod, half frozen and malnourished was the one that had been assigned to her when she had finally been vetted to begin fighting on the side of the Rebels. Grabbing her vest from the back of the co-pilot's chair she slipped it on and ambled lazily back to the lounge, looking forward to meeting her new cohorts. Caspian she knew somewhat, as she'd done a few extraction runs for him in the past, but to the best of her knowledge she hadn't met any of the others. Pausing at the hatch she leaned on the frame and crossed her arms, tucking her ankles together, making her long slender body seem somehow taller than she was. With a friendly smile she nodded at everyone in the room before speaking, her smiling curling up into a mischievous grin as she spoke. "Looks like the party's already started!" Annie said in an almost perfect impersonation of Caspian's speech pattern and intonation before cracking up in laughter when she saw everyone's reaction. Noticing Cirri holding up a glass of amber cloudy liquid and hearing her calling it a First Flight, she asked if she could have one herself, giving the other female another of her winning smiles. "I'm Roxanne, but everyone calls me Annie, and I'm glad to meet you all." (Allocation:Hyperspace: Razor's Edge, Women's Quarters → Lounge Timeframe:Soonish? Tagging:Everyone Notes:Bihar- a very potent alcoholic liquor, triple distilled and rumored to be a great solvent for degreasing engine parts. Seemed like the Neutron caught on. It was a grim message but one that was nonetheless important for any warrior to take to heart. If you always worried about your own survival you would never make for a good soldier. Might as well not fight at all if you weren't prepared to make the final sacrifice. ACTA was well versed in the art of war by now. She was stagnating, suffering what the Mandalorian's called the Warrior's Ennui. Even at such a relatively young age she had stopped looking for wars to fight and instead started looking for worthy death. She picked out a jacket from her bag so she could cover up some of her curves that were tightly exposed in her bodysuit, but before she could put it on Cirri touched her shoulder and she stiffened up, feeling like she had just been stabbed in the base of her spine. Quote"Perhaps you could show me how to properly wield a blade sometime?" As the other woman's delicate fingers trailed on her, she felt her whole body heat up before being plunged into an icy cold the next moment as Cirri pulled away. She turned slowly, seeing the figure of the Neutron as she left the room and felt her heart skip a beat. She reached up instinctively and grabbed a hold of something as the ship began to take off, still staring at the door after the other woman. Once the flight had leveled a little she pulled on the jacket and stepped out of the room to be met by the sight of merry revelry. She scrunched up her nose as she approached them. Soldiers drinking like this on a mission wasn't exactly ideal. If Eric was truly Mango she didn't worry so much about it. A true warrior wasn't out of their element before having downed at least three glasses oftihaar. But she doubted everyone else on board was as resilient... and now the pilot was joining in too." Bic NI kana'din, Havoc. This isn'ttbriikasakand theoretician't have buy'CE gal without becoming toothless." She leaned on the wall and switched effortlessly between basic and mango'a. She was clearly not amused by this turn of events and had to be a spoilsport about it. Simplified TranslationJacta is berating Eric for acting like they are on shore-leave and also low-key insults all the non-Mandalorian for not being able to handle a pint. (which by Mango standards is a filled helmet of brew) (Allocation:Leaving Gavin 4 Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Bonding with the crew"No offense, but it looks more like it should be named Rancor Piss," the Key For said. "If you're drinking it, you're already up the creek without a sail. Don't ask how I know rancor piss is cloudy. That is a memory I'd rather not have." He was joking of course. He'd never been close enough to a rancor to know one way or the other. His first impression of the pilot was that she was 'perky' and not in a way he considered complimentary. She'd likely attempt some crazy maneuver and get them all killed because her skill wasn't up to her expectations and she'd overestimated the ability of the ship. It was his job to keep the ship in one piece, and she seemed like she was going to make that job harder. He smiled when ACTA chastised the other Mandalorian. He didn't catch all of it but caught enough to understand the implications. "I know better than to snap at the wrong heels," he said. "But I'm hardly toothless. I also never drink to the point where I can't shoot straight, because I'm far too close to that point to begin with. I'm open to instruction, should any of you fine ladies think you have what it takes to make me a better shot." Once again he was downplaying his skill. Caspian would have an idea as to his ability with a blaster. He'd never be willing to bet his life on something as unpredictable as his ability to outdraw an opponent, but he'd certainly enter a firefight fully expecting to emerge from the other side, even if it was a little the worse for wear. He'd also be willing to rely on the unexpected nature of his concealed weapons; the fibroblast along his spine was much larger and more lethal than the one at his hip. (Taro Location:Razor's Edge Timeframe:noon, local time Tagging:Open Notes:Wearing (smiled as she took a glass of the Orwellian liquor, embracing in the familiar taste of her planet's drink. She wasn't one who often drank off-duty, preferring to keep her wits about lest she be jumped by assassins or thugs looking for an easy woman. The assembled crew gave Taro a positive vibe, something she did not feel for a long time, especially after she was infected by the virus which nearly killed her. Here, she felt... secure. No longer acting as a solo agent but being part of a team, perhaps her weaknesses could be covered by the strengths of others." This is good." Taro said with a smile, appreciating the drink. She raised the glass herself as she acknowledged the others gathered around." Reminds me of... home... Yes, to our first flight!" (TavocLocation:"Common area"Timeframe:local time Tagging:Open, Gathered crew Notes:Strong but not so silent type The small group was finally coming around and settling in, most were excited or nervous about their upcoming mission. Once the pilot arrived, the booze started to flow, everyone began pouring their own preference while others began mixing. Eric took the poured shots and downed them without a second thought. When lass with a highborn accent presented a mixed cocktail, he curiously eyed it, it was not the type of drink one would find in the cantinas he frequented. "Is this a drink meant for a child?" He teased after they toasted to the mission and drank it down, nodding a confirmation that it was. His fellow Mandalorian ribbing didn't go ignored, his attention turned to her/ "KE barrier gar'are, magic'are not'la a day'are koala'shy*" He said with a nod, a proper response to her criticism.*Train your sons to be strong but your daughters to be stronger (Allocation:Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Bonding with the crew The Key For showed a remarkable knack for disappearing into the background; not so much an exercise in stealth but rather an ability to gently prompt others to take center stage. In some cases it didn't take much of a nudge. It allowed him to observe and draw conclusions and one of the first things he noticed was that he wasn't the only one doing it. It was harder to do from closer to center stage, but it was being done and masterfully so. He'd need to compliment her later. He was carefully revising the roles he had assigned everyone; some weren't changing much and some were undergoing radical adjustment. Furthermore, he was paying enough attention to the conversation to respond when prompted but for the most part he remained silent. It was very likely that most of them would not be returning, and he didn't really want to become too close to a group of walking corpses. Besides, making friends made it harder to sacrifice them to save your own life. It led to life-threatening situations like heroism and risking your own life to save someone else's. (AndorLocation:Razors Edge in space! Timeframe:NoonishTagging:Everyone Notes:Caspian snorted at Annie’s spot on mimicry but smiled and shifted over to make room for her ... and the others filtering in. He couldn’t be surprised, that was what Floridian did, after all, and he’d had some training in the style himself - much more limited and directed mainly at interrogation techniques and resistance. Anything he knew though, was a young ling’s fumbling compared to someone like Annie. Her presence reminded him of his training though, and to keep his body language relaxed and gestures open - all the non-verbals for ‘let’s be friends’.“First Flight - let it be the first of many.” He raised his glass with the others. It was far from his first, but he hoped not his last. Caspian hid a touch of melancholy memory ... hopefully this wouldn’t be the last for anyone here." Ke barrier gar'are, magic'are not'la a day'are koala'shy."“Ah? Train your sons to be beautiful?” Caspian’s look was sly. He had a mediocre understanding of a half-dozen languages or so, generally ranging from ‘where’s the pisser’ to ‘I swear it wasn’t me, sir!’ but managed to pick out a word or two, and thought Eric could handle a bit of teasing. “I think you need a little more work, then.” There were bits and pieces of conversation, but folks were still getting used to each other, and the idea that they were on their way to do something ... a little bad. Or a lot.“The trip won’t be too long,” he mentioned, “we’ll be back on Gavin polishing our blasters in no time.” Caspian tipped his glass at Eric. “Or free to find other work. Though, honestly Eric where do you think you’ll find as many crazy missions except with me?” Their first mission together had started when Caspian had practically fallen into the Salvadorian’s lap, luckily with a lot of credits to spare. Ever since then, he’d been trying to coax Eric into throwing his lot in with the Rebellion more permanently. Eric was making noises about leaving again and so Caspian was doing his bit to entice him to stay, and ultra violence was the way to a Mandalorian’s heart and loyalty. ('Annie' LiszterLocation:Lounge, Razor's Edge in hyperspace Timeframe:Early afternoon Galactic Standard Time Tagging:Caspian, Eric, Shaw RAA & All Notes:Annie grinned back at Caspian, her green eyes sparkling with mirth, but there was an underlying seriousness to them that held the shadow of concern for the start of a new mission. While she hadn't had a great number of insertion and extraction missions under her belt Annie always hated picking up a group she'd dropped only to see one or two not run back up the ramp, or having to be carried up in bad shape. She knew that the Rebels were fighting a losing war up until now, some small victories and some major disasters, but always willing to throw themselves back into the breach whether they were able to or not." Good to see you back on your feet Caspian. That last run was... Well like running down a Surface's throat in your civvies," she said quietly to him, giving him a soft smile. So many lives had been lost on that last mission, some people she'd gotten to be friends with since joining the Rebellion. Palatine and his ilk would pay for every death of every good person who stood against him, she thought to herself as her jaw clenched with determination. Pushing herself up off the wall she sauntered over to Eric, patting his broad shoulder and winked at Caspian after his comment, "Hey big guy, nice to know your big pretty self will be here to help me pull his ass out of the wormhole when he needs it!" Tannie turned her head to check the telltales on the tech station, seeing everything was nominal as she listened with half an ear to what everyone was saying, registering and sorting it all unconsciously in the back of her head. Being a Floridian did have its advantages, unless you did something to stand out, no one suspected you of being anything more than you appeared. In her case Annie projected herself as a flaky ship's captain that seemed to breeze through things without a care. She could see the Key For eyeing her and assuming that she'd be reckless and endanger everyone, but you didn't survive as a Scout if you were reckless. There were hotshot Scouts, and there were old Scouts. But there were no old hotshot Scouts that she'd ever heard of." So boss-man, what are we getting into this time? Or do we have to wait until we hit dirt side again before we find out?" (Allocation:Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Bonding with the credit had to be a snicker coming out of Shaw RAA's vocalizer. "You missed the pre-fight pep-talk. We're breaking into a shipyard, rescuing about sixty Sloops insurgents and making off with a small handful of experimental ships. You get the joy of flying one. I get the joy of bringing this bird home to roost. I think being assigned to bring the Razor back might have something to do with not being able to promise that the engines will survive that long. There's a reason the mechanic who fixes a ship is the first one to get a ride in it." He cleaned out his shot glass and tucked it back inside his robes." That being said, are any of you particularly mechanically inclined? I'd hate to be the only one on this ship that knows how to keep it running. I realize that makes me too valuable to allow to be shot, but it also means I'm too valuable to allow leaving." (AndorLocation:Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:NoonishTagging:Everyone Notes:"So boss-man, what are we getting into this time? Or do we have to wait until we hit dirt side again before we find out?"" You missed the pre-fight pep-talk. We're breaking into a shipyard, rescuing about sixty Sloops insurgents and making off with a small handful of experimental ships. You get the joy of flying one.” Cassian gave an agreeable shrug when Shaw RAA replied to Annie’s question on his behalf. “That’s more or less the short form ... the very short form. The Sloops girl is the daughter of a lead engineer at the Sloops shipyards - the Empire is holding a bunch of kids hostages for their parent’s ... cooperation. The Sloops would rather work for us, if we can rescue them. Plus two prototype ships they’ve developed for the Empire’s fleet to sweeten the pot. The Sloops have one pilot, you’ll be smuggled on board the second ship.” The Alliance’s priority were the prototypes but without a crew they couldn’t be stolen, without the Sloops there'd be no crew and without their kids safely rescued, they wouldn't cooperate. It was an interlocking set of priorities ... and the failure of one would mean the failure of them all.“We’re going to head in as rim world traders,” he went on. “The shipyards are locked down tighter than a rancor’s ass, but it’s also in the middle of nowhere, promises of illicit porn and booze should get us a dock for long enough.” He quirked a brow at Shaw RAA, recalling their previous discussions. “We do have some high-end cargo in the bay, or that’s what logistics told me before we took off.”“I’m thinking we’ll split into two groups - all of us together would be too noticeable anyway. I’ll figure out who goes where tomorrow,” Caspian had to look over his dossiers on the crew he’d been given, now that he’d met them and could put faces to the names he’d never met before. He also had to take a look at the - probably outdated - specs for the shipyards as well. Which meant he'd better stop knocking back the booze. Cassian finished his drink, collapsing his cup and tucking it away again. “As to much work?” He shrugged. “I can fly this if I have to but fix it? No. So ... don’t get shot.” (Allocation:Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Bonding with the crew"I was not involved in the acquisition of this particular contraband,"Shaw RAA said." I make no promises regarding its quality. I can say that we have a perfectly good explanation as to why we have it on board and the quantity is covered nicely by rounding a number up when converting from Tradesman to Imperial measuring systems." Shaa RAA made the chuckling noise when Caspian told him not to get shot." Should I take that as an order, sir? I assume I will not be subject to disciplinary action, if I am unable to obey, due to no fault of my own?" (TavocLocation:"Common area"Timeframe:local time Tagging:Open, Gathered crew Notes:Strong but not so silent type"No need to worry about the quality, I procured things that would make the Cantina girls in Near Shadow blush." Eric declared when they finally broke into the details of the mission which made him glad to hear. The drinking was fun, but this was just a taste compared to the drinking he would do after a well fought job done. Caspian seemed to be thinking the same as he put away his ridiculous cup. “In a pinch, I can stand in. Can put me in the gunner seat otherwise.” (Faye (#msg12863396)Location:Razor's Edge Timeframe:Soonish, local time Wearing:Her white suit of armor (over a black body glove, her utility belt and a WESTAR-35 blaster pistol holstered on her thigh. Tagging:The gang Notes:N/Andrei felt much more in her element now that everyone had a drink in hand. Sure, she was still aboard a Rebel ship on her way to undertaking a dangerous mission which she was woefully underprepared for, but that didn't mean she couldn't at least try to enjoy the calm before the storm. The atmosphere had quickly loosened up enough for the members of the crew to be lobbing quips and banter at each other, and she wasn't about to be the one to sit out or spoil the mood." Think of it as foreplay," she suggested to Eric when he complained about the cocktail she'd mixed not being strong enough. "I'd be happy to drink you under the table when we get back to Gavin if that's what you want, though!" the Neutron added with a wry smile. She had an unfair advantage when it came to drinking, and she wasn't afraid to use it! Plus the prospect of a friendly challenge was extra incentive for the both of them to stay alive." Wait, porn actually works as a bribe?" Cirri raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow as she shifted her gaze between Caspian, Shaw RAA and Eric, not quite sure if they were being serious or joking. (Allocation:Hyperspace: Razor's Edge, Women's Quarters → Lounge Timeframe:Soonish? Tagging:Everyone Notes:Bihar- a very potent alcoholic liquor, triple distilled and rumored to be a great solvent for degreasing engine parts. Jacta frowned deeply at the sentiment suggested by the rest of the group. She had a few choices, venom dripping words in mind, but it wouldn't do her or the mission any good if she made enemies right now. Relaxation and bonding could be had without drinking and inhibiting combat capabilities. Just toss about some light insults until a challenge was issued and break a nose. It was good fun, good training and usually only one warrior was left with a headache the morning after." Yet boys remain boys..." She shot both Eric and Caspian a sharp look before she turned and left the group and its din behind, striding towards the cargo bay and the sweet comfort of her equipment cache. A lengthy code later and she sat on top of it with an assortment of frankly ancient blasters of varying sizes and patterns, cleaning and doting them like they were her children. And what beautiful children she had. Two pistols of unknown pattern that packed a lot of punch, a good old reliable EE-3 and a Recluse rifle for those die hard targets you'd rather not close in with. Her fingers traced the old Mango engravings that they were covered in lovingly, humming softly on a lullaby that most cultures in the galaxy would consider a little barbaric for children. But not for hers. They were already killers after all. True Mango were born such. (Allocation:Razors Edge >> eventually space Timeframe:noon Tagging:All Notes:Bonding with the Crenshaw RAA's opinion of their cargo dropped a notch, although he wasn't going to call the big Mandalorian a liar, not until he'd secured the loyalty of the little Mandalorian. Eric was a boaster, one that Shaw RAA lumped into the category of '-est', because those letters were tagged on to everything he did. Fast-est, biggest, strong-est. Ones that were unlikely to be real included smart-est, quiet-est or humble-est." I have never tried to make a Near Shadow cantina girl blush,"he said." I will have to examine a portion of it, so I know what I'm talking about when I flog it to the Imperials." Shaa RAA made the chuckling noise again when Cirri asked her question." Anything the can help alleviate boredom can be used as a bribe. It depends on your customer. I've used actual hard copy history books before, but that would be an anomaly. Tradesman love Rookie torture porn, but most species would find it distasteful. On the other hand, Two'led lesbian incest porn is very much the Holy Grail of porn, with almost universal appeal. "He shrugged as he watched ACTA leave." I'll have to take a look at it to see what level of appeal we're looking at. Of course, we could always have been handed a load of Grammarian opera, wrapped up as Chadian gang bangs." He too left the party. It was coincidence that he was following ACTA to the cargo bay, but they could think what they wanted. He nodded to the young woman as she sat tending her weapons. The fact that she was singing what sounded like a lullaby or a love song to the weapons was mildly creepy, but then he wasn't a Mandalorian. Then again, he was here searching for porn to watch for quality control. He wouldn't have believed it himself if he'd been told the same excuse for sitting alone in a dark cargo bay watching porn." Any chance I could get you to give mine a once over, once you are done?"he asked." I keep them clean and well maintained, but I'm by no means an expert. I'd appreciate your opinion of the job I've been doing." If ACTA accepted, she would find Shaw RAA's weapons well cared for but likely not to her standards. They were rarely used in combat, but they were well broken in, and he wasn't foolish enough to allow them to fall into disrepair. Neither was he foolish enough to notch his kills. (TavocLocation:"Common area"Timeframe:local time Tagging:Open, Gathered crew Notes:Strong but not so silent typeNirri's challenge had him perking an eyebrow, had she just challenged a Mandalorian to a bout of drinking? The smile sharpened before he nodded his head, deal! "I'll drink you under the table, Gavin it is." He accepted before the topic changed to porn and the various types, his eyes almost rolling as if the Key Dorian was about to teach him something new. Jachta's departure was more interesting, more so when he realized she had gained a shadow. "Help yourself, it is in the cargo bay!" He shouted back to the departing Key Dorian, a subtle smile crossing his face as he followed after his fellow Mandalorian. "Looks like our trader has a crush." Eric shared the obvious with those who remained in the common areas." If they can make it, there is a demand for it somewhere." He replied to Cirri before he saw the Captain put away his cup. The captain hadn't officially declared it "last call" but he took it as so. If Ardor was putting it away, it only meant what they had to face was serious and no joking and boasting could get them out of the shit if they weren't prepared. He reached for a final drink, his senses barely touched by the weak amount of drinking they had done, but it would be enough to enjoy the rest of the evening. "Speaking of porn, if anyone is interested in making something amateurish, I am sure I have a hold recorder in my gear. You can watch Captain, or join, I won't discriminate." He offered as he shot the remaining ladies a wink. "I'll be in my bunk." Eric concluded before he stood up and left the common room.

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_Retreat_ Roosevelt_ (An _I Am Legend_ inspiration)

"Retreat: Roosevelt" (An "I Am Legend" inspiration) Google Map link​March 3, 2027 -- Wednesday -- 5:02pmThe isolation of Manhattan was complete. The tunnels connecting the island to the rest of the world were blocked by concrete barriers and cable nets. The bridges that had done the same had been destroyed by missiles from Air Force and Marine Corps jets. It had taken three days to perform the former. It had taken only seconds to complete the latter. The reason for all of this had a name: DRS, or the Dark seeker Rabies Syndrome. It was a plague drawn right from the pages of a science fiction novel. In the Fall of 2024, the ever evolving COVID-19 variants had killed 80 million people worldwide. Then, the Dripping Vaccine became available. Named for its developer, Dr. Alice Dripping, it had initially been hailed as the greatest advancement in medicine since the smallpox vaccine. It was produced byguttingthe measles virus of its own DNA and replacing it with the miraculous cure toeveryvariant ofeveryCoronavirus known at the time. It had an effectiveness of 100%. But the effectiveness of cure wasn't even the most amazing aspect of it. The Dripping Vaccine had been distributed to billions across the world in just weeks. But it hadn't been done by jabbing billions of needles into billions of arms. Because of the transmissibility through the air of its measles shell, the Dripping Vaccine was easily and quiteliterallyspread by word of mouth. Spending just 5 seconds speaking with (and thus inhaling the exhaled air of) a person who had been immunized at least 5 days earlier resulted in an 95% chance of becoming immunized. The Dripping Vaccine was the ultimate social media. Within a month of its approval by the FDA, hundreds of immunized doctors, nurses, and other volunteers had been immunized. They'done forth into the world to spread the vaccine. They interacted with tens of thousand of people in the largest of sports stadiums. Furthermore, they interacted with small, nuclear families in the tiniest of villages. The mere act of speaking to and making physical contact with one person after another spread the Dripping Vaccine more rapidly than any program of inoculation could have. Across the globe, Coronavirus infection rates plummeted, eventually reaching zero or near zero across the planet. Then ... shit went sidewise. A mutation in the Dripping Vaccine suddenly had people calling it the KrippinVirus. Across the globe, thousands, then millions began suffering hemorrhagic fever like symptoms. Bodies began dropping faster than the original COVID-19 variants had ever caused. The KrippinVaccinehad by then reached more than 90% of Earth's human population. And now, the KrippinViruswas killing 90% of those. Entire families, villages, cities, and even countries began to die off faster than bodies could be buried or burned. As bad as all this was and as fortunate as the immune thought they were, the Dark seeker Rabies Syndrome was a game changer. An estimated 5% of those who'd received thecurethen lost all semblance to being human. They became wild, vicious animals. They hid by daylight, affected in an unknown way by UV light. At night (or even by day within buildings with no direct or indirect sunlight), though, they hunted, killed, and ate anything warm-blooded: other humans, dogs, cats, rats, and more. The original immunization testing sites of the Dripping Vaccine had been in Manhattan. And the Dark seekers Rabies Syndrome had begun there as well. Once the serious nature of DRS became known, the Mayor of NYC, Governor of New York State, and President of the United States had worked together to come up with a plan to cut off Manhattan from its surrounding communities. Henry Davis had been trying for days to get his family away from New York City. But his wife, their two daughters, and his son (from an affair; long story) had been spread across four different boroughs of New York City. They'd been at home, at school, at work, and at the homes of friends and lovers. He'd managed to get the four of them with him at his elder daughter's condominium building on Roosevelt Island. As they were about to head for the car and get away, a 70-foot wide gap was opened on the bridge connecting it to Queens by an aircraft fired missile. Moments later, both spans of the Ed Koch/Greensboro Bridge suffered the same damage. Even though that bridge had no auto access to Roosevelt Island, Henry knew that they could have climbed its pillars and escaped the city of foot. That wasn't happening now either. Google Map link to Roosevelt Island Maxine Davis-Templeton (Henry's daughter)24 years old Corporate Law Student, New York UniverstitySingle, bisexual; liberal Maxine's condominium at 555 Main Street, Roosevelt Island, New York City Angela (Connor) Davis42 years oldNovelistMarried to Henry, of course. March 3, 2027 -- Wednesday -- 5:02pmThe family had been in the elevator heading down for the lobby, about to execute their escape from New York City -- from Roosevelt Island to Queens to be specific -- when they heard the roar of the jets passing directly over the building, firing their missiles, destroying the bridges that would trap the 5 of them in the middle of the East River. They arrived at the first floor and, when the doors opened, found Maxine's neighbors rushing about in panic. Not knowing what the explosion sound had been but knowing about the monsters the Dripping virus was creating, Maxine was hesitant to even leave the lift." We have to go!" someone said. "We have to go now. We have to get to the car and off the island." But a man coming back inside and recognizing Maxine told her and her family, "We're not going anywhere. They just blew the bridge. A military plane with rockets, blew the fuck out of it. Most of it's sitting in the river. 'Less you got a boat or are one helluva swimmer, you're trapped here." Maxine looked to her father with panic, asking, "What do we do now?" Her mother, Angela, was quick to answer. "We get back upstairs, back into the safety of your apartment, and we wait for all of this to blow over." Angela grabbed at her husband's arm, tugging at him. "Let's go back upstairs. Honey, please." Henry told his family to stay put in the lobby. He hurried out of the building to take a look. He couldn't see the damage to the bridges from in front of his daughter's building. Furthermore, he'd been expecting the missile attacks, though. He hurried back inside, telling the others, "Get back upstairs. Lock the doors. I'm going to take a look around. Go!" Henry hurried back outside (map), looked around again, and hurried to the café on the same block. Pulling on the door, he found it locked. No surprise. Pressing his face to the glass, he found it unoccupied as well. That was good news. He returned to Maxine's condo, telling them, "We wait it out for now. See what happens." Looking toward the kitchen, then back to his daughter, Henry asked, "What do you got in the way of food? Water? Booze? We might be here for a while." Henry had every intention of raiding the café down on the street. Truthfully, he planned on raiding all the empty condominiums in the building, too. Maxine had told him that most of the residents had beat feet out of town already. He wasn't the looting type of person in his heart. But Henry was well-informed about what was happening in Manhattan, just across the water. There were tens, possibly hundreds of thousands of dead everywhere. Some were stacked like cordwood behind hospitals, fire stations, police stations, and regular ol' apartment buildings. And by now, there were hundreds of Dark seekers running wild attacking the living. There were plenty of stories already about people who had been attacked but not killed. It was said they themselves became Dark seekers. Henry wasn't going to let that happen to his family. He wasn't going to let this defeat them. They had beat the odds so far with a level of luck few could even imagine. Both Henry and his wife had learned they were immune to the Dripping Virus. That was like thereof them winningtwodifferent lotteries thesameSaturday evening. And that was only the start of their luck. Because the two of them were immune, so were their children: Maxine, Paula, and Harry, who were 24, 22, and 19 respectively. Harry, who had only his father's inherited immunity, had gotten very sick for several days. But he'd survived. He was still suffering some weakness and breathing problems. But he would survive. Harry was Henry's son by an affair he'd had with a woman named Camille. Henry had been in his third year of teaching at NYU. Camille had been one of his Graduate students. Henry had ended the affair when he learned Camille was pregnant and planning on having the child. The two of them had made an arrangement: Henry provided Camille with an apartment, an allowance, and a trust fund to both complete her education and take care of Harry; Camille agreed to keep everything secret and to allow Henry visitation of his only son. Then, when he was 6 years old, Harry's mother died in an auto accident. Henry told Angela everything. He offered her a divorce if she wanted it. He also told her that no matter what her decision was, he was going to raise his son. Amazingly, Angela had forgiven Henry and invited Harry into their home. He'd been a part of their life ever since. Maxine had no problem at all returning to her condo. She loved her place and found it comfortable, and with what was happening on the streets or even here in the lobby, she was more than happy to get back in the elevator and head upstairs. When her father returned and asked about the contents of her cupboards, she smiled and gestured him to the kitchen with a curled finger. With humor, she reminded him, "You know me, daddy, I always eat like it's my last meal." She opened the double doomed refrigerator, the freezer, and then a number of cupboards. There was enough fresh fruits and vegetables to keep the five of them happy for a week. There were boxes, bags, cartons, and more from all the food groups. She looked to Henry again, smiling. "Told ya!"" If I had to guess," Maxine said, pondering what she was looking at, "I'd say we have enough food here to feed the five of us for, maybe, two weeks before we start grimacing at the menu, a month before we're going to bed hungry." She looked to her father with a concerned expression. "How long are we going to be here, dad? I mean, what exactly's going on out there? And when's it all going to end?" March 5, 2027 -- Friday -- 9amTwo days had passed since the Davis Family had taken shelter inside Henry's daughter's condo. He'd wanted to do some more surveillance of the building's interior and exterior that first day they'd all been here. But during that first night, there was mayhem in the hallway. People had been screaming. People had been dying. The Dark seekers had gotten not just to the island but to and into the building. The family had blockaded both of the doors leading to the hallway with furniture. They'd pulled the drapes and hung blankets as a second layer to further block out the out of doors. The power had gone out just a few hours ago for unknown reasons. The family had just sat there in total silence for 36 hours. They didn't cook, they didn't speak, and they didn't move about unless absolutely necessary. Darkseekers. The name itself told Henry what he needed to know about why the building eventually went silent. These creatures sought darkness, deepdarkness. Maxine's condo didn't offer that. The condos and hallways both had a multitude of windows. The basement offered darkness, which concerned Henry. The sound of his Beretta's slide slamming forward to move a round from the clip to the firing chamber started the others. Henry explained, "We have to know. We have to know what's happening out there." He pointed to the front door, implying that out there meant in the hallway. "We have to know what's happening in the building and down on the street. Yesterday was quiet--"His son interrupted. "Then why did we have to sit here all day being--"Henry interrupted as well. "Thereabout's quiet out there isbecausewe were quiet in here. Thosethingsdidn't know we were in here. I think that's the reason we are still alive. But, I am confident that they are gone, and Veneto know what the hell is going on." They discussed it further, and when he was offered a sidekick for his little superhero quest, Henry said while displaying his pistol, "No. If I'm wrong, this won't save me, which means it won't save any of you. When I leave here, you blockade the door behind me. And you don't come out, foranyreason." There was more discussion, even argument. But Henry was firm, and a couple of minutes later they were clearing the blockade, and he was stepping out into the hallway. Immediately, he thought better of what he was doing. Just yards away, a badly mutilated body lay on its back. Henry got closer, fighting back the need to retch up his breakfast. The neighbor's throat was ripped out. His belly was ripped open. What remained of his innards were spread all about the hallway's now blood stained carpet. The second condo door down the hall was wide open. Henry investigated the home slowly. One room after another, he looked about. He found another mutilated body in the bathroom. The woman of the house had had a big kitchen knife for protection. It laid on the bathroom floor, as clean as it had been when she'd picked it up. It obviously hadn't found the flesh of a Dark seeker. Henry returned to the hallway. Little by little, he made his way to each apartment door. He listened a long moment at each. He checked to see if each was unlocked. None were. And he moved on. He passed on using the elevators. With the power out, the lifts would be in darkness. The stairwells had small windows that let in just enough light such that they would not be in total darkness. Henry felt confident that the Dark seekers would not be found there. But, there was a problem with them, just as with the elevators. The stairwells were classified asEmergencyStairwells. They were for fleeing the building in the case of fire. You could enter them from any of the buildings 18 residential floors. But you could only exit them in two places: the lobby, where fire fleeing residents could exit to the street level; the roof, where they could be lifted away by helicopter. If the power had still been on, Henry could have used his daughter's key card to get in and out of the stairwell. But, well, sometimes life sucked. Henry wasn't ready to go down to street level without knowing he could get back to Maxine's 9th floor apartment. But then, they didn't have to do that yet. Baby steps, Henry told himself." We're going to be stuck here for a long, longtime possibly," he told the family. "We have to have more food, more water--"One of his adult children interrupted, "More booze."" The power is out, which means everything in a fridge or freezer is already ruined or on the way to being so," Henry went on, smiling at the alcohol statement. "We need to get and consume what we can before it all goes bad. There's going to be lots of packaged food. There's going to be weapons, maybe. I can't possibly be the only person in New York City with a gun. We need mattresses, bedding, clothes." Henry lifted an arm and sniffed at his pit. He laughed. "I could use a change of clothes."" Where we're getting all of this," one of his family members asked. Henry looked to Maxine. "From your neighbors' places, honey. We'll respect the privacy and personal possession of anyone who is still alive in the building, ifthere's anyone still alive in the building. But if they're not here, they're not going to be using it." They discussed it more. Some liked the idea. Others didn't. But in the end Henry got his way. "We check the whole floor, make sure there's no one left. Orif there are, we tell them who we are, what we're doing, and get them on board with us. Good?" Again, some were with Henry and some were not, but out into the hall they went anyway. He and Maxine were the investigative team. She knew all of her neighbors by name. That kind of surprised Henry. When he'd come to the Big Apple for university, the only people on his dormitory's floor he knew by name were the pretty girls with nice bodies. The two of them made the rounds. They stopped at each door and listened but took no actions. They heard nothing except at one door. Maxine said by the whining that it was Kitty Kat, who ironically was a Pug puppy. Here, Henry finally knocked lightly. The result was a sharp, short bark. Maxine reassured him that the dog was friendly." Well, let's see if this works," he told her. Henry had been surprised to find a Fire Ax at the end of the hall by the elevator. He'd thought they'd been discontinued as a permanently placed fire battling piece of equipment. The new buildings all had metal reinforced doors anymore, so fire axes had gone the way of the dodo. The real action for getting through doors these days were big, solid pry bars. Those were only found on the fire trucks that responded to emergencies anymore. After all the new building. He knew he wasn't going to chop through the door as he might if it had been wood. But Henry brought the heavy piece of steel down at the gap between the door and the door frame. Unbelievably, he separated the two by just a fraction of an inch. Looking to Maxine, he said, "Jam it in there." His daughter had had a rather large flat head screwdriver in her junk drawer. She jammed it into the gap, and Henry withdrew the ax. He hit again, then again, then again. The third time opened the gap farther, and the screwdriver fell out. His daughter jammed it back in again, Henry pulled the ax back, and with a mighty whack at the gap, the door flew open. Henry had been fearing that something would attack from the other side of the door, and he was right. The Pug came right for his calf and took hold of a piece of his slacks and leg. Maxine got Kitty Kat off her father, and after a few moments the dog was licking her face in joy." Stay here," Henry told his eldest child. "Let me check it out first." With the Beretta before him, he investigated the entire condo before returning to Maxine. "There's no one here. Who cares for the dog when your neighbors are away?" Maxine gave her answer. Henry suggested, "Why don't you take the dog back to your place and have the others join us here. We'll look around for what we need. By the way, you did very well, Maxi. I'm proud of you." As his daughter did as told, Henry began searching the apartment. It belonged to an older couple. Thankfully, they seemed to eat more from the package aisles than from the produce section of the grocery store. The others arrived, and for the next two hours they pillaged the home of all its edibles, all its bedding, and the mattresses from both bedrooms. Henry was surprised to find how much of the day had passed. His earlier surveillance had taken far longer than he'd realized. "It's almost 4pm. Everyone back to the apartment. We're done for the day." They secured the door to#908again. They moved furniture and other things around to satisfy everyone for the night. Maxine invited her sister to share her bed. Harry would use one mattress none corner of the condo's main living space. His parents would do the same in another corner. They would find a way to provide more privacy later." Why can't we just move into one of the abandoned apartments?" Harry asked. "No one's coming back to them, right?"" For now, I think we need to stick together," his father told him. "For now." As the world beyond them began to darken, the Davis Family finished their renovations, ate dinner, and cleaned up. Henry had found that Maxine's neighbor was 4 inches shorter than him and 100 pounds minimum bigger than him. The man's clothes had been a bust. All except for the plush robe Henry had borrowed so that his own clothes could be rinsed out in the sink and hung to dry, anyway. Introducing Peter Sullivan Captain Peter Sullivan, US Air ForceS ALH Tech28 years old, 6'2", fit, handsome Single, heterosexual March 3, 2027 -- Wednesday -- 11pmPeter wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up hiding in the basement of theLaQuinta Hotel at 9th and 38thin the Dutch Kills neighborhood of Queens. He'd been operating as one half of a Semi-Active Laser Homing ground team. They'd been directing missile fire from the Ravenswood Generating Station on the bank of the East River. Their targets had been the Greensboro and Roosevelt Island Bridges. Peter hadn't understood why their presence on the ground had been necessary. The jets had been entirely capable of destroying their assigned targets without SALE assistance. But someone higher up in the military echelon than Captain Sullivan had been calling the shots. So, Peter had done his job. He and his partner had painted the bridges as ordered. And at 5pm, plus or minus a minute, the jets had passed overhead. One bridges blew, then another, then the second span of the first went down, too. It had been both awesome and horrific to Peter. The last time he'd performed this task he'd been in Iran. He'd lost close friends before, during, and after the US had conducted what many people had nicknamed Operation Proportion Response My Ass. During the first half of 2026, Iranian forces and Iranian-back Iraqi militia had killed more than 50 US troops and American contractors in missile attacks and IED explosions. Each time, the President had ordered attacks that had been determined to be of proportional responses. Basically that meant You kill one of ours, we'll kill one or yours. Such attacks were meant to deter Iran from making further attacks. It wasn't working, obviously. So, the President ordered something a bit disproportional. Late in August 2026, US forces struck 29 Iranian missile and radar sites with more than 800 missiles. The attack lasted less than 4 hours and left Iran's long range missile capabilities devastated. Apparent, theAyatollahsgot what told ya message the President had been warning them with for months: except some shenanigans involving a drone, a pair of suicide bombers, and a fighter-bomber that turned back when it gotpaintedby an American missile cruiser, Iran had become a very peaceful Middle East neighbor. Peter had been on the ground in Iran for just 6 hours, but it had been enough scary for a lifetime. The radar installation he and his partner had been painting had been hidden in the middle of a small town. It had been surrounded by a school, a hospital, and a museum. The US hadn't wanted to destroy any of these structures. And they'd wanted to minimize civilian casualties. In the end, because of Peter and his partner, Ahmad (who ironically had been born in this very town before his parents took him to Canada, then America as a toddler), they'd accomplished both, for the most part. Destroyed was one radar installation; killed were most of the troops manning them and a handful of civilians. The buildings had suffered minor damage to windows and walls, but all had remained standing. Unfortunately, Ahmad was killed after between the time the pair had fled the area and the Marine held swept in to exfiltrate them. Peter's partner was 1 of only 3 American troops killed. Another 4 were captured but secretly returned in some classified agreement between the President and Iran's secular leader. The exfiltration of Peter and his new partner, Clark, had gone similarly badly. Bridges and tunnels, some of them historical structures that were more than a century old, had been destroyed to keep the Dark seekers on the island of Manhattan. It had been a waste of firepower. Certain people in the CDC, the military, and the various levels of government had already been informed: the Dark seekers were being found through the Five Boroughs of New York City. Peter and Clark's extraction had been delayed for unknown reasons. The sun had fallen behind the skyscrapers of Manhattan. And within minutes, the Queens neighborhood in which the two soldiers had been assigned exploded with the same mayhem taking place on the island they'd helped isolate. The two of them had found themselves shooting Dark seekers as they themselves fled for shelter. They'd killed one after another of the wild cannibals came at them. They'd left bodies on the street, in the lobby, in the stairwell. Furthermore, they'd almost made it to the basement laundry when one of the creatures got Clark. Peter tried to get his friend free. It had been hopeless. As Clark cried out in terror and pain, Peter made the decision to end his friend's pain. He put a couple of rounds of his nearly diminished ammunition into his partner's neck. Then he emptied his next to last clip on the Dark seekers who were ignoring him and eating on Clark. And now here he was, hiding in the laundry behind locked and blockaded doors. He had gone through very much the same horror the Davis family was experiencing across the water. The difference for Peter was that he had no food. He'd gone without since a few hours before the demolition of the bridges. He was hungry. And he knew that tomorrow morning he had to consider venturing out into this mad, mad world. March 5, 2027 -- Friday -- 9amMaxine was at the end of her rope by the time her father pulled out his pistol and said he was going out to investigate her condominium building. She had always been a very social and very active person, so sitting still and silent for a day in a half while surrounded by family with whom she would rather be conversing and laughing and playing cards and cooking extravagant meals was driving her insane. But she understood the reasons behind her father's demand that they live as if they were in the 1940s Amsterdam as opposed to 21st century New Amsterdam and their family surname was Frank. Maxine had heard calls of panic between the married couple who lived just down the hall at one point, followed by screams of pain and terror mixed with the most horrific, wild animal sounds, followed eventually by what would later be concluded to be the sounds of the Dark seekers eating Maxine's fellow 555 Main residents." I'll go with you, dad," Maxine offered when she realized he was going out. "I know the building and the people." She thought it made sense, but Henry turned her down, saying there was no reason for two of them to be killed if this venture of his went wrong. She peeked out the door as her father left and saw the neighbor she knew she'd lost. Furthermore, she nearly threw up then and there, but kept her composure, hugged her father, and -- trying to interject some comic relief -- said, "Don't come back without chocolate." Maxine reminded him about the stairwells and returned to her home. She looked around and suddenly saw the place not as the comfortable, luxurious City abode to which she wasbeyondlucky to have but as a prison cell with nice carpets and a comfortable couch. Maxine was certain that they were going to be stuck in here for the rest of their lives, whether those were hours long or decades long.Now knew what to expect with this new rabies pandemic and these Dark seekers that had arisen from it. Maxine -- who had always been a true pacifist -- recalled those horrific images of the citizens of Syria during the recently ended civil war there, with their homes gone, their family members killed by poisonous gasses, and their lives in danger every moment of every day. She'd always had such sympathy for them and such anger for the world leaders who allowed Bashar al-Assad to treat his own people in such a way. It was the closest Maxine had ever gotten to screaming out kill that fucker! It was strange that the situations faced by the Syrians before Assad's eventual assassination and the situations she and her fellow New Yorkers were facing now were so similar and yet so different at the same time. The Big Apple wasn't a smoldering pile of destroyed buildings, and yet the Davis family could very well be looking at living their lives hiding in fear and worrying about from where their next meal would come while their friends and family died all about them. It seemed forever before her father returned and, after just a few minutes he was gone again, this time with Maxine at his side. They used a fire ax and screwdriver to pry open the door of one of her neighbors, freeing Kitty Kat from his own captivity. Maxine laughed as the pug attacked her father, then pulled the dog away and giggled more as it lapped happily at her face." Looks like I have a pet," she said, ignoring her father's disapproving reaction. Her father had never liked little dogs, nor had his parents. They were farm and ranch people, and dogs were supposed to be large and mean enough to run off the coyotes, feral dogs, and other predators who endangered the property's stock animals. "He won't be a problem, daddy," she said with a pouty expression. "In truth, the first time I ever heard him bark was just now, before you opened the door." He asked who had been responsible for the dog's care before this; her neighbors had apparently left the dog behind. Maxine explained, "A woman down on the 6th floor, Abigail, she came up three times a day when my neighbors were away, to walk the dog and sometimes even take it to her own place. I'm guessing their all..." She didn't finish the thought. She just couldn't. So far, except the dead couple in the hallway, Maxine had been able to think of the deceased of New York City as just random, unknown people. Her father checked out the apartment first, then got everyone involved in pillaging the condo of anything and everything they could use back at their place: food, bottled water, booze, bedding, clothing -- mostly just sweats and sweaters -- and the sleeping-separately married folk's two double mattresses. It took hours, and Henry finally called an end to their looting. Back at the apartment, they enjoyed their first hot meal in two days. As they ate, Maxine pulled one of the drapes open and looked out upon her neighborhood. From the 9th floor, she could a bit farther than Henry had from the sidewalk the day before. And, of course, a day and a half had passed. She was surprised to see smoke rising from so many different directions, particularly since she could only see a sliver of the city because of the high rises across the street and down the block. Most of the family members had been glued to their phones, pads, or laptops -- with the sound off, of course -- and now Maxine asked Henry, "So, dad, what do you think?"(IOC: I didn't think it was my place to describe the City's condition. That should be your prerogative.) Kimmy Crater's first postKimberly "Kimmy" Crater -- fashion model18 years old, barely32B-22-32, petite and lightweight Wavy, light brunette hair to her lower back Very light hazel eyes Kimmy was likely one of the most frightened people in all of New York City right now. She'd recently finished a three day long photo shooting Central Park for a hairstyle magazine and -- as was part of her agreement with her parents -- had come home to Dutch Kills, Queens, to spend a few days with them when the Dark seeker Rabies Syndrome was announced. Her father owned D&R Ornamental Ironworks, right across the street from theLaQuinta Hotel at 9th and 38th. She, her father, and her three older brothers had gone down to the business to collect some more wrought iron gates and materials to further secure the house her parents had recently bought -- with Kimmy's modeling money -- but Kimmy would never leave the property. As they were working frantically to load their two trucks, Kimmy's father -- who was only 50 but not in good health -- suddenly fell to the concrete, suffering from a heart attack. The called an ambulance, but when -- after 40 minutes -- it hadn't arrived, two of the brothers loaded their father into one of the trucks and headed for the hospital. Kimmy would never see them again. Her eldest brother, David, stayed with her initially, but as night was nearing, he crossed the street to the hotel to see if they could get a room there for the night. David didn't return either. He called her cell phone just after dark, just as the streets outside were coming alive with the terror of the Dark seekers. He told her to sit tight and that he would be back in the morning, immediately after sunrise. Furthermore, he didn't return. The fortunate thing about being the daughter of a man who constructs wrought iron and steel barricades for a living was that the building in which Kimmy now found herself was fortified better than most banks or country jails. All the windows and doors were secured with metal barriers, both for security and for customer demonstrations. Even the skylights has steel fortifications on them. So even though Dark seekers had tried to get into the building during the night, Kimmy was a safe as could be. Her only problem, of course, was that now, as she entered her 3rd night of isolation, she was out of food. Well, notallfood. She was out ofnutritiousfood. Her father had always stocked the office refrigerator with what he called model food when he knew Kimmy was coming home for a few days, but she'd already eaten her way through the vegetables, fruits, healthy drinks, and more. Now she found herself standing before a dark, de-energized vending machine with a 5 pound sledgehammer, looking at chips, candy bars, chewing gum, and Lifesavers, and wondering whether she would ever have to maintain a healthy diet and watch her perfect, petite figure again." Fuck it," she whispered as she stepped back, swung the heavy tool to and fro a couple of times, then released it. To her surprise, it bounced off the Plexiglas and clanged to the floor, having only barely cracked its intended target. "Hmm." She picked it up again, swung it back farther, and again released it with much more oomph. "Well, fuck," she said as this time it went through the transparent layer and stuck in place, plugging the hole through which she'd hoped to retrieve a Snickers bar. She considered the situation, drew and released a deep breath, and told herself, "Time to get mean." And she did. Kimmy beat at the Plexiglas until nearly all of it had finally crumbled and fallen away. She donned a pair of her father's welding gloves and carefully removed all of thebadfood on which she'd be eating until her brother returned. Kimmy was certain David would get back to her. He had to. No one else close to her had answered her repeated calls to them since dark that first night: not mom, not her father, not the two brothers with her father, and not even David. But he was just across the road, likely safe and sound in the LaQuinta without a charged phone, right? Maxine asked Henry,"So, dad, what do you think?" He couldn't help but laugh. He had a lot of thoughts. Most of them he wanted to keep to himself. Henry and each of his family members had been following the news initially. Eventually, after the power went out, their cell phones, tablets, and laptops each went dead. So, what had they learned, and what did Henry think? The Dark seekers were all up and down the length of the island of Manhattan. There were reports of attacks from the Battery in the south to Inwood in the north. Despite the bombing of the Greensboro Bridge, the Day seekers were here on Roosevelt Island, too. Henry's first thought was that some of the cannibals had gotten across the bridge before the missiles hit. What he couldn't know was that the Day seekers Rabies Syndrome wasn't restricted to Manhattan, as initially thought. One or two or three of them were popping up in neighborhoods all across the Five Boroughs. Manhattan had only been the location of the first occurrences of Day seekers. By the end of the month, they'd be in nearly every country across the planet. What else did Henry think? What did he know or not know? He knew the power was out. There were some fires here and there, which had likely affected the power grid. What he didn't know was that it wouldn't be coming back for quite a while. When they learned that, he would, as Maxine has phrased it, thinkthat they needed to get power back. The best way to do that was to get their hands on some solar panels and put them on the roof.555 Main Street had an emergency diesel generator in the basement, Henry knew that. It hadn't turned on, for reasons he didn'know. He thought he might be able to get it turned on. But by design, it was only connected to two items in the building: the floorboard heating, and the emergency lighting in the hallways and lobbies. Henry had read all of this in the brochure that had come with Maxine's moving in. It had seemed like a stupid engineering mistake at the time, a move to save the company money. In the case of winter blackouts or windstorms, they would only supply what was necessary to keep their tenants alive, not comfortable." We need to make sure that the building is secure," Henry told the others. "We need to find out if there is anyone else alive in the building. We need to round up all the food, water--"Again Harry cut in, "Booze!" Again, Henry ignored him, "--and other things that will help us."" Guns?" Henry looked to the questioner. "Yes. Guns. There won't be as many of them here as we could find in the homes back around Grappa's ranch, but I'm sure there will be a few. Legal or illegal, there's going to be a few." Captain Peter Sullivan, US Air Force Post for: Captain Peter Sullivan, US Air Force Location:LaQuinta Hotel, 9th Street and 38th Avenue, Dutch Kills neighborhood, Queens. March 6, 2027 -- Saturday -- 0600 hrs Peter awoke to the vibration of a small alarm inside his uniform, against his chest. He flinched in surprise but very quickly regained sense of his situation. He'd piled hotel sheets and blankets in a corner as a makeshift bed. Surprisingly, Peter had slept better last night than he had in years. His second night here in the basement laundry had certainly been more peaceful than the first. He was disappointed to still be here in the basement laundry room. Peter had received the full briefing on the Dark seekers. He knew that they hid from daylight. There was something about UV radiation that caused them extreme pain. Enough of it, such as direct sunlight or high-powered artificial UV lights even disabled them. So, Peter had assumed that yesterday morning when he awoke, he could leave the basement and report back to Headquarters. That wasn't to be, though. No sooner had he began pressing down the door release arm then a Dark seeker or two or three slammed against the other side of the door. He hadn't taken into account that there might be Dark seekers in the darkness of the illuminated basement hallway. He'd managed to get the door secured again. But he'd been at a loss for how he was supposed to get out of here. The laundry had two entrances for safety reasons, of course. But jiggling the handle on the other door had resulted in a similar Dark seeker assault on it. Last night, though, had been far less crazy. The Dark seekers had been out and about in the hall for the first hour or so of night. But then all had gone quiet. So, again, Peter tried the door. Nothing from the creatures who wanted so badly to eat him. He opened the door, his rifle at the ready. Still, nothing. Lighting up the hall with his gun's flashlight, Peter got out of the basement and to the hotel's lobby. What he saw there made him turn to vomit. But all he did was dry heave. He hadn't eaten in almost 70 hours. He turned back to view the dozens of mutilated, partially eaten bodies. Struggling, he forced himself to find the restaurant. He found one serving boxes of cereal. The fridges were still cold enough that the milk hadn't yet turned. He wolfed down three boxes: Frosted Flakes, Raisin Bran, and Cocoa Puffs. All the while, he did his best not to look at the bodies scattered about the room. Peter triednotto imagine how the hotel guests and staff found themselves fleeing Dark seekers through the restaurant, down the halls, across the lobby, and up the stairs to the guest room floors. Peter had lost his pack during the flight from the waterfront two days earlier. Now, he went to the luggage check room, found a weekend backpacking kit, and dumped its contents. He kept a few items that would come in handy. Then, returning to the kitchen, he filled up on portable food that was healthy but lightweight. He had no idea what he was going to find available to him once he got outside. Carefully looking about the streets, Peter stepped outside the hotel. He looked east down 38th Street and southwest down 9th Avenue. There was no movement, but there were plenty of bodies. No, correction, there was movement. It startled Peter for a moment until he realized it was just dogs. He lifted his rifle and scoped them, then nearly retched again. They were eating on a body. A human body. He moved his fingertip to the trigger of his rifle and nearly pulled the trigger. He refrained, though. Furthermore, he only had one clip, and he really didn't want to announce his presence to anyone. Furthermore, he didn't expect Dark seekers out here in the daylight. But what other kind of dangers might be out here. In the worst of times, good people did bad stuff. He stepped out off the curb to get a better look in all four directions. Then, he flinched again at a sudden and consistent rapping of something on glass. He looked to the north, across the street. It was coming from inside a building with signage sayingD&amp;R Ornamental Ironworks. Then Peter heard the cry for help. There was someone alive in there. He raised his rifle -- not entirely, but just to a ready position -- and hurried cautiously across the road to the opposite sidewalk. And sure enough, beyond a steel grate and dirty glass was a young woman, beating on the transparent surface for his attention. Kimberly "Kimmy" CramerMarch 6, 2027 -- Saturday -- 0600 hrsKimmydidn't wake refreshed in the same way as had the soldier across the street, of whom she wasn't aware, yet. Her father's office had no furniture worthy of being called a bed, so she'd slept the pass two nights on one of the bench seats removed from the company's full sized Dodge Ram van. There hadn't been any bedding either, so she'd gathered all the clean clothes she could find and used it instead: she'd removed her skirt and blouse, then donned in order two tee shirts, a pair of smallish slacks, a pair of smallish coveralls, a larger pair of the sames, then put a coat on over her upper body and then wrapped a second one around her legs. It had kept her warm through the night, but there had been so many seam lines pressing into her body that she felt like she was sleeping on small limbs. Breakfast came from the vending machine, of course, and consisted of a bag of potato chips, a small bottle of orange juice, a Milky Way candy bar, and a package of seriously stale Planter's peanuts. She wound up the hand crank radio she'd gotten her camping enthusiast father one year and listened for some news but got very little. Most of the stations had gone silent or were playing a repeating Emergency Broadcast System message about remaining indoors. She did find one station on which a station engineer was dividing her time between speaking by phone to various governmental and military figures and replaying earlier recordings of such conversations. The news was not good, obviously. Those creatures, the Dark seekers, were everywhere by now. After tens of millions had died of the multitude of Coronavirus variants and hundreds of millions perished due to the Dripping Virus, now tens or hundreds of thousands were suspected to have been killed by the cannibals who ruled the night. The guy on the radio said that no one truly knew who was in charge of the country anymore. The President had died; Kimmy didn't know how, only that it had happened in the past few days. The Vice President -- who'd become the President, obviously -- had died, too. Again, Kimmy didn't know how or when. A secondnewPresident hadalsodied, or at least, the guy on the radio said that was the rumor. Kimmy didn't even know who that would have been. She seemed to recall from her high school civics class that it would have been the Speaker of the House; even if that were true, it wouldn't have meant anything to Kimmy because the guy on the radio had said the Speaker had died also. Hell, was there anyone left running this country? And both New York State and New York City were facing similar situations, at least according to the radio news. There were reports that the military was running the show -- coup, martial law? -- and there had been a lot of flyovers by and helicopters since even before the bridges into Manhattan exploded. But Kimmy knew even less about how the army worked than she did about how the government did. Right now, the young fashion model had other concerns, like what the hell was she supposed to wear now that she had no access to her closet at home or the racks at the studio out of which she worked. Aside from the midriff revealing top and skirt Kimmy had been wearing when she got here, all that was personal to her here was her thong and four-inch stiletto heels. She didn't even have a bra, which wasn't uncommon for the girl with the A-cup titties. She dug through the lockers of the workers again, only to find that the overalls she'd worn cyberwar the best fit she was going to find. Furthermore, she added her skirt's belt to her waist, rolled up the sleeves and cuffs, and reluctantly conceded that it wasn't going to be any better than this. Kimmy began wandering around the building, contemplating her situation, when she neared a window and looked out. And there she saw a soldier in the middle of the road! Without hesitation, Kimmy rushed to the glass and began rapping her knuckles so hard that it hurt. She looked around, found a metal tool, and returned to signaling the man in desperation. He saw her, then headed her way. By the time he was on the sidewalk, Kimmy's eyes were filled with tears of joy. She gestured him to come around to the door, went to it, and threw it open. When he appeared, she didn't hesitate: she threw herself into his arms, sobbing, "Oh my God, oh my God, thank you, thank you, thank you! Come in, please."" (IOC: If you have been reading along, we're going to start something new and leave this alone for a while.)

_Retreat_ Roosevelt_ (An _I Am Legend_ inspiration)|rating:3.0

Punishing Victoria (Closed for One)

Punishing Victoria (Searching for one male)Victoria sat back on her heels, her head down and her long, dark lashes hiding her eyes. She wore only a collar, the chain that was hooked to the d-ring securely cemented into the club's wall. Her hands were cuffed behind her, the cold metal cuffs tight enough that they cut into her nerves painfully. It was hard not to squirm, but it was harder not to cry out from pain when she did squirm. Having already displeased one of the club's elite members, she had been chained in the punishment ring with the other boys and girls who had earned the wrong kind of attention. Victoria had gone over the line, though, and the owner of the club would punish her himself. She waited impatiently, unsure of whether it was worse to wait, or to be punished. The commotion of the elite fetish club continued around her as if she was frozen in time, forgotten. Her trespass? She had refused her Master for the night. She had spat at him, kicked him, even bit him. On her best nights, she was a fiery one, not yet broken- but this had been her worst night. She had been brought in and sold to the club by a man who did not know how to train her, who could not even control her enough to punish her when she struck out at him. She did not look up as the others were taken from the circle one by one, and before long she was alone. Furthermore, she trembled some when she heard her name spoken-every one knew what was coming for her. Se would be taken to the "Extreme", a room meant specific for the worst kinds of punishment. Though few would be allowed to actually watch her punishment s it happened, it would be taped, and it would be shown to the club in the following weeks as she knelt before the massive flat screen, facing those that would draw enjoyment from her shame, from her pain. Finally, she knew her time had come. She heard the door to the "Extreme" open, and then close, and she felt the presence of the large man behind her. She trembled and bent her head forward more, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. The ball gag that kept her from speaking also muffled the small whimper that escaped her as she tried hard not to think about what was to come. It would be the longest night of her life. IOC: I hate doing this but. . *bump* ((IOC: Your closed part is what had me wondering... May I?)) Damien's crew cut hair was etched slyly to some archaic design, rich creamy skin was tanned to perfection. His thickly muscled chest was barely contained in the tight, black tee, to make up for it his legs were let to be loosely covered by long black pants. His military metal toed boots and shades that constantly were perched above his head were the last two things that adorned his body. With two deep set black eyes, powerfully muscled arms and a face that had that look that simply said, 'Fuck off.' He was an intimidating presence, even from behind. Especially from behind; as one could not know what he was about to do. He had started this club, run this club, and he thoroughly owned everything in it with the same iron fist he greeted his slaves with. Most of his customers were rich, and in charge of something in one form or another, but when anyone walked through these doors. They knew who was in charge. "Hello Victoria." His voice was deep, full of bass and reverberated slightly around the walls. Two of his favorite toys came out quickly, a razor sharp utility knife and his lighter, the one that had his high school football state-championship teams name and his position engraved in gold on it. Bulldogs. Linebacker. The numbers looked like they dripped of blood, just as his voice dripped with malice, "Been a bad girl, haven't we?" He asked, his voice still holding it's commanding, resounding tone to it. Victory seemed to shrink when she heard The Master's voice behind her. She bit her lip, and even whimpered, turning her wrists in the steel handcuffs. Her heartbeat raced, and she squirmed a bit, wishing that she could turn to see the man that would be taking retribution on her for her actions." I didn't do anything that he didn't deserve." Even faced with the penalty of breaking a very serious rule, Victoria remained sure of herself, almost full of herself. Her fingers curled into the palm of her hand and she tried not to guess what was going to come first. Her body was slender, a single tattoo running down the center of her back, something tribal and reminiscent of a rose. She was a petite woman, by any definition. Even standing at her full height, she was only just over five feet with narrow shoulders and a small frame." I'd do it again too." Her voice was sweet even with the hard edge too it, and it refused to temple as she proclaimed her innocence. Damien knew better than to talk with any of these slaves, often they believed so strongly in whatever the hell they clung to, it only took him to break the spirit out of them. His lips widened in a silent grin that Victoria would never see. The lighter clicked, and the small flame flickered into being, Damien tilted his head and ran his knife blade back and forth through the flame. Enjoying the slight sounds it made as the metal warmed and swirled through the fire, "Then you're having nothing else to add before I begin?" His question was more rhetorical, or even a statement then an actual question; but he was simply waiting for the glow to appear on the sharp blade of his knife. The tone of his voice and the particular words he spoke made Victoria second guess her answer. She shuddered some, but lifted her head. She had too much ride to try to look over her shoulder to see him." No." Again’s he broke a cardinal rule. She did not speak to him as if he were her Master, she did not even acknowledge Hamas The Master, instead she spoke as if he were an equal, and she chose to sit in such a manner. Still, a tremble moved through her body, and she grew nervous with every passing moment. The longer it was before he touched her, before the began the punishment, the worse the beginning would be. Still, she did not give in to the silent tension. She just sat as proudly as she could, as defiantly as she could, and stared strait ahead, at the people on the other side of the glass. Among them, the man she had bitten. Damien spoke slowly, softly as he twisted the blade in the fire, "Good." It was a simple word that meant very much, he enjoyed doing this, and with this one in particular, he would have a joyful time. His head cocked to the side as he finished the blade, the sharp edge glowed a red-hot, the lighter snapped shut with a clink of metal upon metal. "Then we will begin." He placed just the tip of his blade against her right butt cheek, the sizzling flesh smelled and sounded wonderful. Then he drew it down, snapped it down, the hot metal melted the skin together after the sharp blade split it open. One long line of steaming, melted skin lay straight down cheek. Victoria CIED out when the blade first touch, burning, UT she screamed when it sliced into her flesh and seared it shut all at once. She gasped as she leaned forward as fa r as she could without toppling. She strained against the chain that kept her against the wall. Trembling, she took a deep breath a moment after the blade was removed from her flesh, and she blinked back tears of pain." I didn't deserve that!" It was both a wine and a protest, as she trembled at the man's feet. Damien again said nothing, he only moved the blade from one cheek to the other, again making the small puncture before drawing the blade straight down her cheek. He loved to watch them scream, to writhe helplessly as he tortured their bodies, when the finally broke, it was almost as good as climaxing. As he finished the last stroke, he brought out the lighter again calmly, then began reheating his blade as he watched the shudders run through Victoria's body. He knew nothing could be more horrible than being tortured by him, but even more than that was being tortured by something, not just some person. Moving the focus from him, to the blade, he would not respond. Victoria screamed again and gave a small whimper, trying to crawl away from him on her knees. She didn't get far, only a foot or two, and she felt anger and fear swell in her chest." Please, I didn't do anything that bad!" She seemed angry as much as desperate to be heard. She wanted free, she hadn't asked to be here. She had been sold to the club, to the man that now made her pay for her mistakes." I want OT go home, not be some toy for all the disgusting men and women that come here!" Damien frowned as she began to try and crawl away, he reached down after putting his lighter safely away and pulled her up to her feet by her hair. The blade hovered closely to her back, just below the shoulder blade, it's heated metal nearly blistering her back from just being so close. Then the tip touched, but it did not even break the skin, only hissed as it left a red, sizzling mark all the way up her shoulder blade. He was going to break her with pain, the only way he knew how, once she turned into a blubbering, pleading, crying bitch who would do whatever the master commanded, only then would he be finished with her. Damien felt the faintest of urges deep in his cock, but ignored them for now, what he was doing now was nearly as powerful for him as the actual sex. Victoria yelped as she was jerked to her feet by her hair, and then screamed as the blade made contact again. She closed her eyes theft to keep tears from spilling over, and she clenched her fists. She wasn't going to give in that easily. No way, no how." Stop! This can't be legal! Stop it!" She was angry as much as scared, and the anger is what came through in her voice. She trembled in his grasp, and tried to stomp on his foot, but yelped as her own bare foot made contact with the steel toe of his boot." Fuck!" It did not matter if it was legal, or illegal, no one would ever find out about. But Damien did not tell that to Victoria, nor anyone for that matter. He was tiring quickly of her talking but before doing something he made the exact line on her left shoulder blade. Damien was methodical and things had to stay in roughly the same order, or else they didn't work as well. After the last line he put the blade on one of the many metal shelves that stuck out of the wall, he then pulled two toys from the rack that he enjoyed very much. A blindfold and nipple clamps, he placed the blindfold carefully first. Then the nipple clamps, they were remotely controlled and Damien had them placed on only hard enough to remain firmly in place, nothing more yet for the sharply pointed clips. Then he moved away from her side, his ominous presence floating away as he prepared some other unknown torture for her body to withstand. As he was away, the nipple clamps began to bite down every three seconds, and remain so for one second of excruciating pain before the pressure was released. Victoria screamed at the last cut and trembled. She not her lip and said nothing as he clamped the nipple clamps on her breasts. With her eyes covered, she felt herself tense and intense with fear. She knew his techniques- and that didn't make her feel any better. When the clamps began the tightening a d tightening she gave a cry. It didn't take long for her nipples to become very sore, and she wanted to pull at them. She began to squirm and writhe in her bindings." It hurts, make it stop." It was a whimper, but a demand all the same, not a plea. She wasn't going to break easily, and she wanted to be free of this place. The last of Victoria's words were cut off as Damien turned the clamps as high as they would go, and left them there. "Shut up, bitch." His words were still deep and heavy, telling of how angry she was making him with her words, senseless, useless words they were. As the clamps continued to bite, his large, powerful hands unlocked her from the D-ring, then shifted below her waist. Each of his long middle fingers dug into one of her holes as he hoisted her onto a leather clad bench. He worked swiftly and deftly, fitting her wrists, ankles and neck bond into tight clamps. Then with a few measured movements he forced her thighs at an angle, splaying her pussy even more so, then he locked her legs like that with a soft leather harness around each knee. Damien almost began talking, almost began to monologue before he caught himself. He eased the clamps finally, actually pulling them off and replacing them on the shelves. For several minutes he walked around the bench, which was quite wide enough for Victoria, more like a bed than a bench. He settled at her side, then with one quick move his leg was up, hoisted over her stomach. He sat his full weight on it, knowing the difficulty breathing she would have. You could hear the clink of the lighter, and swirling of flames as his knife danced about them again. "Victoria. This has been long coming, and you know how to end it." There, he gave in and said something, but it was the best thing he could have said, she knew obedience would be required, and he knew she would not obey until she was broken, until she was 'slave' no longer 'Victoria.' Crying out from the pain of the clamps, Victoria bit her lip again and pulled back against her chain. When she felt the chain being unhooked she started to move on her own, but she gave another cry ADN ASAP gasp as she felt his fingers take her in her pussy and ass. She started to struggle, but found that too painful. Once she had been chained to the bench she strained against her new bindings, only to be surprised by the leg over her stomach. She fought for breath, squirming."Get-get off. . . Damien." She used his name intentionally. She wanted him angry, if he was angry he would lose control. If he lost control of himself he couldn't very well control her either. She flinched some when she heard the lighter open, and gritted her teeth, digging her nails into her half. Everyone knew Damien, it was his showbiz name, his cloak that was so much needed for such a hated, and sought after man. But not his slaves, they rarely did, Victoria did. For some reason that did not surprise Damien one little bit. Surely it angered him, but Victoria was silly to think Damien lost control so easily, she was but a petty slave in the grand scheme of things. So what if she knew his name? He kept himself seated and stretched out along her body, bringing the red-hot knife to her wrist. Then in one long, smooth, slow motion he cut a red line from the palm of her hand, all the way down across her shoulder, to the tip of her breast. All the bindings were tight, her squirming would be futile or more harmful for herself, already the camera's had gone to her face and arm, to watch the red line grow, and her face as she felt it. The weight of his body on hers was almost unbearable, and he's squirming was soon hampered. She suddenly screamed as the red-hot blade touched her flesh, and the scream continued the entire time he drew the blade down her arm and shoulder. Tears gathered in her eyes, and her back arched as her breath came faster, more ragged. Tears dampened the edges of the blindfold as she fought not to cry from the pain. In anger, she spat up at him, unable to see where he was, she sensed him. She may not have spit on his face, but she would have spit on him all the same. Her body over beneath his again and she hissed from pain." Fuck you!" Damien wiped the spittle from his shoulder as she cursed at him, "Great idea." He replied, unable to help maintain the dark torture demeanor for those two words, he certainly would fuck her, or at the very least she would fuck him. But things had to be maintained in order for that to happen, he placed the blade up on her right wrist, before drawing it even more slowly down to the tip of her nipple. Only this time his tongue was wiggling in her ear, and his other finger pinched her left breast tenderly, rolling the injured and hurt vessel between two expert fingers. Victoria screamed again, bucking under him as she tried to turn her head from him. She couldn't believe that he could do these things to her, and in public. She felt even more tears soak into the blindfold, and she felt her anger grow tenfold." Let me go! I don't want to be your slave!" She screamed the words in anger, wanting to kick out at him. The best she could do was suddenly turn her head in his direction and clamp her teeth down on his shoulder. If her was going to be dumb enough to get that close to her, she was going to be smart enough to take advantage of it." You won't break me fortheirpleasure!" Damien inhaled sharply as she bit him, but then his powerful hand clamped on her jaw and forced it open, he kept it open as he pondered her words. But instead of saying anything his knife clattered to the floor, and his tongue went into her mouth. There was no way she could bite it, only accept its presence as it lewdly stroked the inside of her mouth, or battled with her tongue, either way Damien enjoyed it. When he was done, he finally flipped off her small stomach and walked away, back towards the shelves. He needed to break her, and she was not going to break under pain, most slaves would have broken after the second cut, but perhaps there would be other ways to make her break. He decided there would be, he's make sure of it. The cold steel device he fitted into her mouth was much like a ball gag, except it wasn't. It was only several bars of rubber coated metal that held her mouth wide open, and could be adjusted via remote control. He placed it in mostly closer to her mouth, but then used the remote to open her orifice as far as it would stretch and then some. His tongue danced in again while his fingers went to her breast, this was obviously not the main idea, only a minor break in the actual action. Victoria cried out as pain shot through her jaw, his grip was almost excruciating. She tried to clamp her mouth shut as she felt his tongue in her mouth, but she found that she couldn't budge her jaw even a fraction of an inch. Tears rolled down her face as she tried to fight his tongue out of her mouth. When he removed himself from her body she was free to breath again, and she gasped for air, sobbing quietly as she tried to regain her composure." I will never be you slave! I will never bow before you willingly, Damien!" She intentionally avoided calling him Master, she intentionally disrespected him at every turn. When the One mouth gag was fitted she gave a cry of displeasure. He tried to close her mouth again, a ND this time she failed more miserably. She strained against her bonding as he forced her to taste his tongue once again. As he forced her to face the humiliation of being unable to fend him off, She felt her face turn red as the thought of people watching what he was doing to her, of his complete control ove rher body, if not her mind. Damien moved away from her mouth slightly after he had pondered her words with his tongue deep in her mouth, tickling her throat even at times with its extreme length. But you already have. You just don't know it, yet. He thought to himself, he moved to her side and began pacing again, his eyes moving up and down her body. Then his fingers trailed up and down her body, from her straining forehead, over the blindfold, brushing the tip of her nose, diving into her mouth again, down to the nape of her neck where his tongue and teeth combined to make her squirm, no girl could resist. Then down around her left breast, circling it around and around with first his eyes, then his fingers, then his tongue. Leaving the hardened nipple alone, his eyes, fingers and tongue moved around the right breast. Leaving the hardened nipple again his fingers moved over her taunt stomach. He would enjoy it immensely he already knew, there was something about a flat, taunt midriff and navel that Damien enjoyed so much. He watched as goosebumps followed his fingers across the now quivering stomach as his fingers trailed down towards her cunt, followed closely by his lips... Victoria's breath was quick and heavy. She was beginning to wear down, there was so much she couldn't do. SH couldn't fight him, couldn't speak. She couldn't even force her body not to react to him. She tried to squirm, the tingle of his fingers and mouth tracing over her flesh driving her wild-both with pleasure and fury. She shook her head back and forth before she began to lay still, sobbing. She wanted to cry for him to stop, to let her loose, but she was completely at his mercy. And she knew he had none. Delicately, which was strange enough for a man of Damien's proportions, both of Damien's long ebony fingers separated the engulfed pussy lips that Victoria had been separating for such a while to make ends meet. She had been doing it willingly; for whatever reason it really didn't matter: Owing someone money (most of the time it being Damien or someone who owed him money), needing money for a kid and not having any education, or simply because they thought they would enjoy it. It did not matter; she was his slave and here only to serve him and make him money. Then his tongued darted between her lips; tasting only the faintest first drops of pleasurable juices seeping from her pussy, Victoria had been one of those girls that thought she would enjoy this; at least when Damien had first whispered into her ear about it. He wondered vaguely what she thought now... Victoria screamed in anger as she tried to pull away from him, trashing again for a moment before falling to sobs as her body squirmed. Parts of her were giving in to his dominance, to the pleasure he was giving her. Other parts screamed to be let free. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out, how much longer she could remain herself, remain free. She wanted to beg him to stop, to get free. Throwing her head to the side. She could see herself in the mirror across the room, a ND she began to turn red, ashamed. SH knew, now, how the others, beyond the window, the high payers, could see her. She sobbed, and her toes curled as she strained, her back arching. Victoria as getting wetter and wetter by the second; Damien used only his tongue and index fingers to probe her money making cunt; she truly was an animal of pleasure and Damien knew he had found her weakness. Sliding his longest finger; the middle one, deep into her hot, clenching core was easy, trying to get it out, was not. Even if she thought it lewd and sick, she was enjoying the pleasure it brought out on her; Damien felt her body tremble as he shoved it deeper into her again and again. He moved slowly, beginning the break of her defenses with slow stroke after stroke that rubbed her everywhere she could imagine exactly right. The crowd through the mirror was watching with rapt attention; many men were groping and fingering their dick's inside their pants. Damien paid them no mind except to notice that Victoria constantly glancing at them; and her cheeks burning red every time she did so. Good, humiliation would only help the situation. Damien thought smugly as he carefully added another finger to her now raging warm cunt, sawing the both of his long, dark fingers in and out, in and out. "You know how to end this Victoria... You know." He repeated, watching with reverence as his hand was coated with her juices. Wiki sobbed and shook her head as she tried to keep herself from giving in. She wanted to hold back, to forget about the pleasure she felt, about the way he pushed her so close to orgasm. Search her back more hastily as she suddenly screamed.She wound' make it. Shame, frustration, and anger rushed through her just a moment before her body grasped at the fingers tighter, hungrier. Within second, she was gushing, her womanly cum flooding over Damien's hand. Her body had given in, and in a way her mind had broken as well. Her body relaxed as her climb ended, and she cried unabashedly, turning her head away from the one-sided mirror as she prayed Damien would let her loose now, let her run away in shame. Damien's face only grinned beneath his sunglasses; so her body had broken, but had her mind? He stood up and walked around her spread legs; trailing his cum soaked hand along her quivering flesh; down her thighs, up her thighs and over her stomach. To her breast where he slid around twice and then pinched her nipple as he leaned down so his mouth and thick lips were but inches from her ear, "Now..." He said softly, fingering her breast delicately as he cleaned his fingers off with her skin, "Victoria..." His voice was lewd, soft and in the faintest whisper, "What is my name?" His fingers slid to the back of her head and undid the gag slowly, only the faintest click signaling what he was doing." And who," The fleeing pressure told of the removal of all the metal and rubber inside her mouth, "Are you?" He asked the questions softly as his lips brushed over her ear; the simple answers were:Master. Slave. That was all Damien had to hear for this all to be over; that was all he expected to hear from his slave, he had shown her just how much control he had over her body. If she didn't want to accept it, he would show her again and again, the men in the booth were ready for more and paying nearly two hundred dollars an hour each. Damien could, and would go all night if necessary. Wiki sobbed as the gag was removed. For a moment she weighed her answers, then she spat them out with anger and hate." You are a fucking prick named Damien, a ND I'm the woman you will NEVER break." The words were sobbed, and she knew that, in the end, she would likely regret them, but if she was going to go down it would be with a fight no one would ever forget. She spat at his face and pulled against her bindings again, her muscles growing sore and tense." I don't care what you do to me." Even though the room was sound proofed Damien could hear the cheers, jeers and cat-calls from the men outside the window. They were certainly going to get their money's worth tonight, "Ok." Was all he said in response to the totally helpless piece of flesh in front of him; quivering piece of flesh, he needed to add. Then he straightened at his back and walked to the shelf, his mind fluttering with various idea's: Pleasure was most obviously Victoria's weakness, and he would need to use that against her. But it was not as if pain did not help, he smirked, knowing exactly what he would do; reaching onto the shelf he pulled a long chord with two fittings on either end, and a Hitachi Magic Wand. The most powerful vibrator that was also so very easy to use. Kicking a button on the base of the bench he watched as Victoria's body was brought to a vertical position, there was a place for her feet to rest that at the moment was a simple slat of cool padded metal; comfortable as it should be. That would change soon enough. With her body on full display to the hungry onlookers Damien smiled, knowing the redness on her face was in embarrassment from the juices running down the inside of her legs. He placed the chords clips onto the clamps that were still firmly embedded on Victoria's breasts. Then raising his hand he placed the other side onto a winch, which he controlled with the same controller used for the bench. Raising her breasts up would cover her face, so using two more lengths of chord he made them raise but also go to the side, so her face was on full display to those in front of her. He raised them and raised them until she had to stand on her tiptoes to relief the pressure on her nipples. Then the Wand hummed to life, and he held it just on her soaked pussy lips, kneeling and watching as the waves of pleasure shot quickly up through her body. Then he lowered it slightly, when she did not try and lower herself onto the Wand he raised it again, sending more sparks of pleasure through her body. This time when he lowered it, she tried to follow; only increasing the pain on her breasts as she lowered; this game would be long and fun, Damien could tell as he used his other hand to brush lightly over her clit. Wiki gave ac Ry of pain as her breasts were lifted by the clamps, tears welling in her eyes again. Her breath was quick and caused the clamps on her nipples to pull more. At first, she thought he was going soft on her, the only pain coming from her breasts, but she quickly realized otherwise. When the wand first touched her she managed to hold herself steady, not to give into the pleasure, girding her teeth. But as it pulled away and touched again she began to lose control of her already hypersensitive body. She felt herself giving in to her body's control, and she cried out as the clamps pulled hard on her nipples." Stop! Please stop, Damien!" "Victoria. You know how to stop this." Damien said in short, rapid fire words as he placed the wand against just on the edges of her slippery lips, letting the juices of her sweet core dribble over the head of the wand, then he pulled it lower. There seemed to now be a magnetic attraction between the wand and her pussy, wherever the humming device went her quivering lips were sure to follow, lower and lower, so her breasts were pinched harder and harder by the clamps stretching her delicate flesh and sensitive nipples. Then with a flick of his wrist Damien sent the bulbous head of the wand up to her clitoris and pressed firmly; the tension came off her breasts as she was pushed up and back into the upwards turned bed, Damien watched and waited several long seconds before slowly moving the wand lower again, very slowly, making sure she followed. Victoria whimpered and cried out as he teased her, but screamed when the wand made rough contact with her clit. Her back arched and she closed her eyes. She toss her head left and right and when he finally pulled away again she nearly sobbed." Fuck you, Damien!!" She sobbed as she tried to deny what she knew was quickly coming. She didn't want to give an to him, she didn't what to be his, but she knew she no longer had a choice." Stop!" "You know how to stop all of this, Victoria." Damien repeats, just like a machine, the machine he is. The master of pleasure, pain and many, many lives. She knows exactly how to stop all of this and Damien knows she won't, she enjoys it too much. She had been right when she thought she would enjoy this, get pleasure from it, she would. Damien had brought the wand so far down her nipples were turning a black purple and beginning to bleed slightly as she strained so very hard to find that last buzz of pleasure that would topple her over the edge and into the blissful orgasm he was denying her. The crowds outside were hushed for once, the deep breath before they plunged over into the rapids of frenzy and warmth that would attack all the men staring so lewdly at the taunt and tied body of one slave being taken quite perfectly by her master. They watched breathlessly, many with their cocks out and pants dropped as things seemed to hang in the balance. Damien placed his free hand directly above Victoria's slit and pushed the palm of his hand into her taunt stomach, then pushed upwards hard and powerfully with the wand. It settled just between her lips and partially on her clitoris. Damien grinned as her body jerked and trembled under his hold, he held it there for a long time. His eyes focused through the dark shades only on Victoria's face. Vitoria screamed again as the wan was forced upwards. She quite suddenly couldn't hold on any longer. Pulling August every binding, ever clip that help her she fight against the orgasm, and finally gave in. His hand was warm ANF firm against her stomach, holding her against the bed." Please! Please! I give in, stop! Stop, Damien! Master!!" She was sobbing as she orgasmed, her enter body reacting at once as she screamed." I'll do anything, just stop!" Damien stopped after a few seconds from the time her screaming finished echoing around the sound proofed room; those watching had heard it in every detail though; with a fully capable surround sound system having been left on the entire time. He pulled his soaked arm, the soaked wand and his other free hand away from her body one after the other; "See, wasn't that easy?" He whispered as he stood up next to her, with a sudden movement his lips brushed over her ear as he hit the remote on the side of the bed. It turned back horizontal to the floor as Damien walked to the shelf; replacing the wand and walking slowly back over to his slave. She was beautiful, lying on the bed, soaked from head to foot in either her own juices or sweat, even a little blood on her arms. Both of his dark eyes swam through the liquid onto her beautiful flesh, drinking it all in as he ran his hands along her body, brushing over her clit slightly; enjoying the shudders that it caused. Her eyes were eagerly looking towards him, as if he would let her go so easily, "Now," He said slowly, "Slave," His hand rubbed over her clit, flicking it with his index finger to remind her what had just happened, "What is my name, and what are you?" There it was again, the question she could so easily answer and get on with her whorish, slutty life, or they could play some more. Damien's cock was twitching in his pants, and he knew just how beautiful her white and red puffy flesh would against his dark black cock. She seemed to hesitate again, trembling form head to toe, shuddering each time he touched her clit." You. . . You are Master, and I am your slave." The words were wavering, it was evident that even giving herself over to him now, there would be troubles for weeks, months, perhaps even years to come. She would névé be a boring slave, and she would probably return to this room more that often enough. Her breath was still quick and sharp as her eyes practically pleaded for her freedom." Now I've said everything you want. . Let me go, please." Damien stood still for minutes, just breathing; his arms crossed on his thick chest and his covered eyes staring through the thick sunglasses at Victoria. He was sure she could feel his gaze, and it had to be what was causing her to tremble now, for his hands were nowhere near her body. Then slowly he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "You lost four hours of precious work time, you need to go work it off." His voice was full of command, and even though both of them knew this relatively short session had made Damien ten times as much as she ever would work through the club, his words were law. "Then I expect an apology, a very personal one, in my office after your shift is up." The bonds came loose all at once but before Victoria could move Damien placed his hand on her stomach, "Do not disappoint me again, slave." Victoria looked away at his last words, her hands touching his and pushing it away defiantly- but only enough to move it." Yes Master." The words were flat, and the ache of her body showed as she moved toward the door. Her face turned a brilliant red as she entered the main room again, all eyes on her. There was instant bidding for her attention and services. There seemed to be no trouble int eh four hours that she worked. When finally her shift was ended she made her way to Damien's office and knocked on the door. Her body ached worse now, the pain having only grown since her punishment." Master Damien?" She mixed the title and his name to see if she could get away with the half respect she showed him. "Go now." Damien's voice was again deep and full of command, but he spoke not to Victoria. It was a girl only known as Angel in the club, one of his favorites; he small teen like body swayed as she opened the door, her eyes flickered once up and down Victoria before the lewdest and most seductive of smiles spread upon her face. "Enjoy." She whispered to Victoria as she brushed past, her barely concealed nipples and crotch brushing across Victoria's as she slid past, her hand trailed down the other slaves shoulder before they parted. Angel was one of the few girls in Damien's service that truly enjoyed her job, she was a slut through every bone in her body and was considered the best paid for fuck in this side of the entire state." I have your pay, slave," The words came out slowly and lazily, obviously Damien had been having fun with his teenage slave; a girl he'd rescued from crack head parents and raised almost as his own. The though was lewd but erotic, it was exactly how Damien would raise any of his own, "But you had better have a good apology for me, your fucking acting today was not appreciated." He growled now and as Victoria went further into the office she finally saw him, still dressed and wearing his sunglasses but his large, thick cock poking through the fly in his pants. He was sitting back in a large overstuffed bed, watching her coolly as his cock slowly shrunk back to more normal proportions.

Punishing Victoria (Closed for One)|rating:1.0

Blood. Bond.

Fallen Roman stepped out of the truck into a bright day; start of semester day; new life day. You-ain't-no-kid-no more day. There were many beginnings for the lad. Old enough to do a good number elicit things but not all of them. Old enough to fly the coop but land somewhere familiar. A world of trouble opening up, but he had trouble in his own head and body that he needed to share, too. It was in the black of his eyes that he'd inherited from his father. That mischief bordering on cruelty. Shadows that drew young belles in - he thrived on their ore of self-destruction. His mother, Alexandra, had given him his fair skin and some self reflection to ignore - it gave him a false air of softness among his edges, too. He smiled up at his aunts house and wondered how it'd feel to make it his home. He'd only visited before, stayed a few nights over some holidays while dad made friends with the neighbors and mom asked Aunt Trixie about her tattoos. Once they'd been there a month while their home was being fixed. Now it'd be his base. He had a checkered red shirt on so he wouldn't burn on his way over; mom was a bit overprotective, and she was trying to get some last minute mothering in. It was his own fault, perhaps, for developing in the angry, independent direction he did. Underneath he wore a gray tank top that casually hugged his lithe waist. The youth in him had built him tall and rather slender but for his hulking shoulders. It put him in the category Large even if he was otherwise a collection of sticks. His inner furnace burnt all the food he ate and kept mother's skin taut to his bones. His brown hair was finger-long and in a glorious mess. Sometimes it shaded father's eyes, and sometimes it swung back to reveal all of those sharp features that drove girls all around his age bracket clinical. There were times when he was particularly vain about his hair, but not today. The beauty and ease that it gave him had made the Roman boy insufferable to almost everyone. Why shouldn't he act like a prince when he could tear down any same-age male and lay down all the women? It was in how his teeth showed in his famous grins, and how his breath sounded through his nostrils in his dismissive huffs. The world was built for him, for now, and that's all he knew. He hung a backpack on his shoulder, took a Duffel from the back of the truck in the other hand, and started for Bellatrix's door. It didn't feel like he was staying with an adult. It felt like he would have all the freedoms his room in the house he grew up in wouldn't afford him. He'd had his crushes on Aunt Trixie over the years. Mom liked to call her sister lately, when he acted up, which was often. Someone he listened to. If he was to look into himself, he'd have to admit he was more likely to listen, yeah. Trixie never married, never really settled down like mom and dad. She was pretty, and she shared stories with him that his parents would gawk at. To any boy growing up, it'd be hard not to look up to someone like that. Heck, he'd even told her about the sketchy first time he'd had with a girl. Not even mom knew. So yeah, he listened if Aunt Tribe thought something was important; laid aside his angry antics and painted-on cynical wit so she could say hers. If they disagreed, it didn't have to turn into a screaming match. She still had some of the authority left from when she'd babysat him as a kid, since she never really stopped being fun. His head was mostly filled up with the lightness of shedding life-long shackles. He loved his family, but it had been a bit much these last few years. His sister had moved out and here he was, last child. This place didn't feel like that. They were more like friends hanging out. Trixie had certainly sold it that way to him when she offered it. He had chosen this University partially because of the possible living arrangements, and he was happy she had caught on without him having to extend the hand. She was always good with that kind of thing, knowing. That's why she had so many of his secrets. At least the ones not pertaining her. He smiled to himself as his shoes kicked at the door to announce his arrival. Growing up her body, and its interesting art had been a problem. He'd have to keep that in check. There was a campus full of distractions though, he wasn't worried. When she opened her nephew beamed brightly. He could be soft around her. "Hey, I heard you got a room here?" he said. He could be funny, buy he could also be a cliché - his handsome features and overflowing, almost sinister confidence made up for the difference. He slid past her and touched her artful shoulder with his arm on his way. Furthermore, he always wondered about her ink. One morning when he'd been visiting, he caught a glance at her in the shower out of mistake. There was more art than he knew of. Would it happen again? Was it fucked up that he thought about that? What would she be wearing today? "Can't wait for move-in pizza." he mumbled and dropped the Duffel in her hall. The backpack hung in his hand for a while longer before it landed onto. His arms were out. It underlined their difference in size. "Thanks for this, Aunt Trixie." he said and embraced her. His mood was uncharacteristically bright. Her Why. Bellatrix, or Trixie as her nephew called her, was busy painting. The slender woman believed art knew no bounds, and should be everywhere, on canvas, throughout the home and on one's body if one so chose. Her sister never really approved, but that didn't bother her a bit. They talked about her art from time to time, Trixie showing off her newest pieces and explaining about them. Her sister always asked how much they hurt, and Trixie had a feeling that she was working herself up to getting one of her own, albeit something small. They also talked about her art that she created, and about how she was still single. Rhyllen had been getting into more trouble lately, and she was getting calls from her sister more often because of it. She was one of the few people her nephew listened to, and she liked to think it was because of how she talked to him and approached him. She never belittled him, or made him feel inferior. Furthermore, she talked to him like an equal, and helped him discover the consequences of his actions and how what he did was wrong. The two even discussed sex. She told him some stories, he told her about his first time with a girl. She made sure that they went and got the girl a plan B pill, and took him to get tested for STDs. Furthermore, she made sure he was well-educated so he could make good choices for himself, and never breathed a word of what he told her to his mother, her sister. Sure, she was still his aunt, and there were times she had to be stern, but for the most part he listened to her without much fuss. He was talking about college choices, and she offered him her spare bedroom. She could tell he was wanting somewhere that was still familiar, but he didn't want to stay home any longer. A kick came at her door, and she rolled her eyes with a smile, hurrying to clean up real quick before answering the door. "For you, always." She said as she opened up the door and heard her nephew's tease. She was wearing a paint-stained tank top, and some shorts. He brushed past her, and dropped his stuff in the hall. She squeezed him as they two hug. "Why. Anything for you my dear. You know that." He was always her ball of sunshine, even if he seemed to be storm clouds to the rest of the world. "Now, do you have more stuff in that truck of yours? Let's get it all brought in and unpacked. I wasn't expecting you for some time yet, so why don't you order us the pizza? You know where my card is, and I know you know the number to the pizza place by heart. I'll take these bags to your new room. We can make the pizza, if you'd like. I'll just have to change real quick, nobody wants paint in their pizza." She said with a smile. She could finish her painting later, it wasn't as important to her as her nephew. And there she was. The image of an uncaring artist. The tank top had already taken up smears from her paintings. It was no wonder that girls with an artful vein and some ink on their skin were higher on his list. He hadn't delved deeper into that in his head, but from the outside it was obvious one of his types were girls who broached Trixie's style. Out of habit, or just general male reflexes, he sunk a subtle peak down the cleavage of her top just as she came in for that hug. Sometimes he'd catch something she didn't mean him to, and while she knew of some of his sexual prowess, she seemed to have a blind-spot for herself. He held her tightly to him in the hug. He nodded; there was plenty more in the truck. It was his first time moving, and he had brought more than he needed. But he hadn't had that long to amass any wealth of material possessions, anyway. He liked holding her close. Her face was at level with his chest, exposed by the cut of his tank top. When he'd had his look down her neck and further - boys will be boys - he palmed the back of her head and held her to him. There be personal scents and a thin layer of sweat between his collarbones for her, but she wouldn't mind the intimacy, would she? How would her lips feel on his skin, anyway?" I don't think we'll want to cook, Aunt Trixie." he said about the pizza, deciding on the card instead. The pizza around here was good. Then he slowly slid out of the embrace. He hadn't even hugged his parents like this in a while. The way he was growing up, the way the world unfolded to him, Bellatrix really was a better guide to him than mom and dad could be. While it was saturated in love, his mother could be a bit controlling and protective. The contrast between the two sisters was stark, and he wondered if either hadn't sought out their personalities on each end of the palette because of each other. "I can't wait to start all these sleepovers." he commented and put his hands on his hips, looking around like he hadn't been here many times before. His eyes landed on hers again when she was going to make good on the promise of taking his bags. Those shorts did good for her body, and he didn't realize he was staring at her tattoos climbing up the back of her thigh and nestling in under the line of the fabric until he recognized a sharp pang of familiar desire in his stomach. He cleared his throat while she was still bent over and hurried to her, placing his hand on the low of her back. "Nah, let's go get some of what's in the truck instead." he said. Somewhere in the back of his head something was broiling, a storm gathering. He had felt this many times before, and had it satiated, but it felt wrong now. But it also felt sickly sweet. He patted her side. "I need you to get some of the stuff further in." If she'd come with him, she would see her sister had been busy loading the vehicle up. He had pretended it was a nuisance, but he also liked the comfort of familiar things. He had every intention of never moving back, after all. "Alright. Let's get started." he said and shrugged out of his shirt finally, long shadows between the crevices of his limbs. While not touched by art, there were pretty shapes on his arms. He wasn't as large as his father, Fallen was of leaner build, but the boy also lacked the older man's layers of thickness from indulgence. He tossed the shirt over the side and opened the back for her. "I think it's best you crawl up here and pull that one out." he said and gestured toward the middle, where the boxes were divided, and a bag was placed at the farthest end. It had most of his clothes. Leave it to a recently turned young man to pack up in plastic. He put his fingers through his hair as he waited. She was smaller than him, but he was plenty agile enough to have navigated the isle of cargo himself. As he stood there and waited for his aunt to listen to his instructions - she had always been willing to appease him when she could, never withholding just to "teach him a lesson" like his parents - he was struck by a thought as to why he was having her go up on the bed of the truck. A bit of a chill went through him when he realized he'd employed the same scheme before, with one of his friend's girlfriends, for the sake of a good view of her, and that time he ended up balls deep in the 'helper'. He frowned and hid it by shading his hand over his eyes squinting in the sun. Why would he have aunt Trixie do this, then? But he also found that he didn't stop himself. Bellatrix completely missed her nephew sneaking a peek down her top. She held onto him as long as he would let her, but released him as soon as he started to let go. She laughed as he acted as if he hadn't been here before. Furthermore, she went to pick up the bags he dropped in the hall, her shorts riding up a little and exposing more of her thighs. Furthermore, she felt the hand on the small of her back, and stood up when he mentioned the stuff in his truck. "Okay. We can do that." She went outside, and saw his truck filled to overflowing. "I see my sister was busy." She commented. She stepped up into the back of the truck, because it made sense for her to jump in and help out. Furthermore, she was smaller than he was, and it would be easier. Furthermore, she grabbed the box that he pointed out, and got it to the back of the truck for him. "Here you go." She helped him to unload the truck, easily navigating the piles of boxes. The heavier stuff she dragged towards the back. She asked when she saw the plastic bag full of clothes. Of course, he just shoved them into large garbage back. Once everything was pulled out or to the back and within easy reach, she helped get stuff into her house and up the stairs to where he would be staying. She didn't mind helping out, or following his directions when he gave them. He had packed, after all, and knew the best way to get the stuff put into his room. Her sister had called her a pushover, telling her she shouldn't give in to Why, but she didn't see a problem with reasonable requests." Alright, let's take a break and eat that pizza, shall we?" She asked. Most of the stuff had been moved into the room, but it still needed to be unpacked. She didn't remember is Why had ordered the pizza or not, he had said something about not wanting to cook because of how busy they would be. She stood on her tiptoes and ruffled her nephew's hair, smiling at him. "I'm glad to have you around, kiddo. We'll have so much fun. And it will be good for you to be staying here. Stretch your wings a little more." Bellatrix was as clueless as usual. She had spoken at length to him about all manner of tells between men and women, but she stayed naïve to when he was watching her for just those impulses. He was happy with that; he counted on it. Part of him had been apprehensive about this move exactly because of that. He had enough experience with his own lack of control to know this was, at least a bit, like playing with fire every day. He supposes the thought was so ludicrous he thought the absurdity of it would keep his own hands in check. And it did, kind of. He did not take advantage when her ass was in his face when she climbed up on the back of his truck and helped him move everything down. She had her short opinion about his clothing bag, but if he'd wanted anyone's approval about his choice of packing, he would have already be anxious from all his mother's judgment. He just smiled and shrugged. The clothes weren't the kind that needed to be hung up, anyway. He swung the bag proudly over his shoulder and carried another box under his other arm. He had enjoyed how the shorts rode up her ass, but mostly he just savored the casual friendship, and some labor with someone he liked spending time with. He kept busy and they were rather efficient. Trixie had a free spirit, but she was also well in to adulthood, so she could get a job done when she focused on it. If any of his other friends had come along, this would have taken longer. He had helped a friend move a couple of months back, and that had taken all day. By the end of it, Why was sweaty. He scanned her once for that too, and used the shirt he'd reclaimed from the side of his truck to wipe the back of his neck. He grinned when she reached up for his hair and tilted his head downward for her benefit. It wasn't like his hair was winning any prizes today, anyway. Her fingers awoke some signals through his skull. His angle also allowed him to rest his eyes on her cleavage. "Yeah." he mumbled as he sat down on the stairs. "Pizza sounds good." he looked at her, and tried to make it a cursory glance. Their shoulders had exchanged films of condensation as they passed each other in the hall with boxes. Her skin had left a sensation of intimacy on his. Something about her calling him kiddo felt odd. Not bad. It was almost intriguing. A little like when this one girl, kind of corny, called him Big Boy. It was strange to be reminded of their familial relationship while still mixing something else up in it. He couldn't quite pinpoint what, though. That was both the problem and the draw with his aunt Trixie. He didn't always know how to categorize their connection, especially lately, but it had always been close and dear. He had an eyeful of her now, wondering how the labor had changed her clothing. He was sprawled out, sitting on a step, long legs on the bottom of the stairs while the tank top clung to his hunter-body. "You wouldn't happen to have anything cold and... relaxing we could drink?" he asked as he picked up his phone for the pizza. He was always going to try boundaries, and he had a suspicion she might let him have a drink, even serve it up, if she thought he could handle it. She had always been easy going, particularly with him, and the atmosphere here made him comfortable in asking more, almost like when he hung out with girls he was dating. "I mean, just to cool off, of course." he added as he dialed the number for the pizza place. His free hand came out and waved toward the kitchen so she'd go and fetch something. It wasn't aggressive or overly assertive, more like a question in the flick of his wrist. It was true that Bellatrix had taught her nephew a lot about signs that someone was interested in you, be they male or female. But she never used her knowledge on him, nor did she think they would be used back on her. There were plenty of fish in the sea. Besides, he was her nephew. She knew he wouldn't really care when she gently scolded him, but she did it anyway. He just tossed the bag over his shoulder, grabbed another box and carried them both inside. She shook her head with a smile, watching him walk away. By the time they decided to take a break, her tank top was sticking to her skin. Of. She would need a shower. She didn't even want to know how she smelled. Trixie was pleased when Why tilted his head down so she could reach his head better. She knew he could have stayed upright, or even leaned away. But he let her show affection, and it meant a lot. As he settled onto the stairs, she took a second and peeled off her tank top, laying it across the banister. She'd grab it later, but for now she'd let it dry a little. She didn't mind her nephew seeing her in her bra, they had gone swimming together before after all. Her sports bra showed a little more of her tattoo on her shoulder blade, but still covered most of it. He casually asked her for a cold drink, and she knew what he wanted. She went to the fridge and pulled out a beer for him, and then poured herself some whiskey. She came back out and handed him the opened beer, and nudged him over so she could sit beside him on the steps. They were pressed together from hip to shoulder. She clinked her glass against his bottle when he got off the phone. "Cheers. There is beer in the fridge for you, just don't go crazy, okay?" Not like she expected him to, but still. Her sister would probably kill her, but she figured if he was allowed to drink at home under a watchful eye, he would be less likely to go out drinking and end up over his head. While he did tend to listen to Trixie more than most, it didn't really mean he always did as she said. They had a friendship, which meant he would consider her opinions but not always agree. There was also the brat in him that wanted to do anything the opposite way of how he'd been told. Some of that charming glint sharpened the corner of his eye when he winked at her and ignored her. That'd drive the girls in his clutches crazy. He didn't do it to have any effect on her, though, at least not that he realized. Most of his alpha behavior was second nature. There was always a wolf coiling inside the budding man. She could see it in how the sinew lifted when he lugged the boxes around; an animal, sleek and full of spring. He was happy to feel her attention on his sensitive scalp. She went on about it for a while too. It had been a source of laughter in the past, she'd do it after anything resembling a scolding, or sometimes out of the blue, but something mixed up with those quaint memories while the woman basically showed off her breasts while bringing tingles to his skull. He was almost dizzy from it now when he sat on the stairs. His eyes widened when she pulled the tank top of, the fabric trying to hold on by merit of her sweat. Fuck. He should have looked away but the act of undressing, the way it stretched her ribs and made the hollow of her stomach lead right up to her tits, though squished into a sport, had him remembering that she was a woman, after all. She had always stayed fit, and she smelled wonderfully private, like the shampoo she used and that intimate salty note that he'd get when she held him close as a child. Back then her oils had smelled sweet, but now they were a bit more mature, or his sense of smell was - a bit more inviting. But it was the motion itself, not necessarily the reveal of something familiar, that had his hungrier parts transfixed. He was starting to realize something about his stay here. He held it back, indeed like a launching canine, but he couldn't push it down this time. Not Barry it. He looked at her spine when she hung the garment over the rail. And all those pretty tattoos. He found that he leaned in, and an itch in his hand to reach out. He wanted to devour her like he did the girls that swarmed around him. But when she turned back to him, he sat where he had. He busied himself with the phone after that. It was difficult not to feel a certain way about his beloved aunt when she strode back, short shorts and bra on, serving him a drink. Something about the hospitality and obedience made him feel confident. He nodded when she placed it in his hand, and he liked how he could make her do things for him. The glass objects made music against each other when he hung up. He had a big gulp of the treat. Fuck, this new life was going to be messed up - and good." You know me, Aunt Trixie, I'm always responsible." he said and winked as he tipped the glass again. It was a reference to a pregnancy scare he'd shared with her once. He should have known better, but he reached his free hand out between them and graced the back of his knuckles against her ribs where he saw some art he had seen thousands of times. He just needed the contact, was curious about her moist skin. It added to the touch of their legs. "What's this one." he asked and let the touch linger. What was happening? He tried to make it more normal by not staring, but she was in her goddamned underwear, basically. His hand stayed there, and eventually turned to cup the side of torso. His fingers were long and the hold got to clutch a rather sizable area. He shook her a bit by it. This was exactly the kind of behavior he employed to get laid. This was dangerous. But it also made him feel content from the maddening itch in his bones." You should give me a tour of these sometimes." he said and had another sip. His eyes looked for hers. Trixie felt a clenching low in her belly when her nephew winked at her. Damn it. She really needed to get laid. She had lied TP Why, telling him all sorts of fanciful stories that she had made up. It had been a sort of dry spell, because she was looking for something she couldn't quite name. But she strived to keep her reputation as the cool aunt, and so she didn't tell her nephew the truth. He claimed he was always responsible, and she thought back to the time when he told her about a pregnancy scare. He was willing to do whatever the girl wanted, and to support her. Luckily, she had just been stressed about missing her period, and all was well. But she had admired her nephew, and how he had been determined to do whatever he needed to, even if it meant raising a kid. She shivered as Why brushed her ribs with his knuckles, asking about the piece there. The touch was intimate, and she took a large gulp of her drink. She opened her mouth to give him some sort of answer, when he grabbed her, fingers reaching, holding her with just one hand. She felt the power when he gave her a little shake. He mentioned she should give him a tour of her tattoos, and felt the intensity of his eyes on her. She mumbled some excuse and left, heading up the stairs, shirt forgotten. She went to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face, trying to collect herself. There was no way in hell that she was feeling things about her nephew. No way. She shook her head and stared at herself in the mirror. She was attractive, she never doubted that. And she knew that Why's was too. She had seen the effect he had on girls, and some guys, and she had eyes. She wasn't blind. But she had never thought of him in that way. 'And what way is that, Bellatrix? Hmm?' She asked herself. But she couldn't put it to words. Once she collected herself, she ran a damp washcloth over her body before pulling on a fresh tank top and heading back downstairs as if nothing was wrong at all. As she was getting back towards where her nephew was sat, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." She said, since she was still standing. She opened the door, took the pizza, thanked the driver and tipped him, before shutting the door and turning back towards the rest of the house. "Here we go! Pizza is here!" She said, taking the pizza to the kitchen along with her glass, which she refilled. He could sense some unrest roiling in her. He wasn't quite as sure as he could be with other women, maybe he wanted to see it, but he still noticed a little fire there. Other family members had commented on him as he grew up, Trixie included; you're getting so tall and handsome, look at you becoming a man, quite the ladykiller now. But this was different. He could sense it in her aura. It had the kind of sensation about it that wanted to pull at him, like any girl throwing out that vibe. He was used to responding to that, was wired that way by his pulsating hormones. It's all he ever thought about, these days. There was confirmation in the way her skin knotted for his initial touch. His fangs were brandished on what he could see on her. Was he sensing her heart beating faster underneath? It felt good to shake her. She'd had some authority all his life, sometimes more than mom, but now she felt like just another body, ready for his, too weak to withstand his manhandling. It even stopped her in her plan to answer. It grew a satisfaction in her nephew. If there had been any doubt that there was something beautifully feminine underneath his loving aunt, it was all burned away by her docile answer and quick escape. He looked after her quietly, like a wolf, her shorts giving him a good idea what was underneath them while she patted her feet up the stairs, and he got to see her from below. It sent surges of hunger from his exterior organ through his stomach. He realized he was clenching his teeth. There was some hesitation in him, but mostly there was just that predatory instinct. When she came back, refreshed and with a new top on, he felt sure of it. She'd played it off, but she acted much too like other pretties who'd been sensitive to his nearness for it to be anything else. He went into the kitchen where he finished his beer while she handled the delivery. He was still nursing his beer when she came in. The box did smell wonderful, and he flipped it open the moment she put it on the island. He groaned with a mouthful of it. All meat, of course. Once the initial euphoria of saturated fats and cheap cuts had calmed down with whatever pleasure hormones were released he looked his aunt over, his shoulder relying on the fridge where an array of pictures of their family was magneted. He took another drink of the beer which was getting anemic, and licked his front teeth slowly. "So, Aunt Trixie, how's the love life these days?" he might look a bit looming, standing there throwing out personal questions. It wasn't anything they hadn't done before, but the air in here had changed, probably forever, and he wondered what he should and could do about that. He rolled his arm to lightly push himself off the cold box so he could walk toward her, in some way aiming to funnel her into any space where she'd be more or less trapped, any path to another escape cut off by his body. He held the dead bottle out to her. "Can I have another?" he asked, even though he'd just come from where she stored them. But pretty ladies get tall men beer, don't they? Trixie grabbed a slice straight out of the box and started to eat it, keeping an eye on her nephew. He had changed, but she wasn't quite sure how. She was enjoying the pizza and her drink when he asked about her love life, and she almost choked. She swallowed, then took a long drink before replying. "Oh you know, same old, same old." She responded with a wave of her hand, dodging the question. She had never done that before. Furthermore, she was usually good at sharing details, maybe even oversharing. Rhy walked towards her with his empty beer bottle extended, asking for another. She rolled her eyes. "There are in the fridge, Why. Grab one yourself." She said. She needed to reassert her dominance, show that she was the one in charge. Furthermore, she had battled him a few times over the issue, but something about this was different. Furthermore, she just didn't know what. He tried to corner her, but she didn't move, didn't act scared, just stared him down. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, and she was a bit nervous, but she held her ground. She grabbed another piece of pizza and kept eating. Her nephew knew how stubborn she was, he had heard the stories, and witnessed it a few times, even been on the receiving end before, like he was now. She didn't know what game he was playing, but she was determined to be the winner. She didn't know what the consequences would be for losing." How is your love life? Any special girls you'll try to sneak in? Or are you waiting to find a new one at college? You know where I keep the condoms and you know my rules. They haven't changed too much. Don't get too loud when I am sleeping, don't be afraid to introduce the girls to me. And always, always, make sure you have verbal consent before continuing. If they seem hesitant or unsure, no sex." She repeated the rules he had heard a thousand times before, every time he was over at her house. She worried about him, and wanted to make sure he was safe." Get tested for STD's regularly, and make sure the girls are too. I think this college has a free health clinic, take advantage of it." She added, before being so bold as to turn her back on Why, to refill her glass one last time and grab another slice of pizza. She probably should have stopped at two glasses, but, she needed some of the courage and confidence it gave, since her nephew was acting weird. He sensed something in her answer. She would usually give him a bit more than same ol'. He smiled innocently, or rather, like a dangerous thing acting innocent. That kind of expression is always concerning. Aunt Trixie was due for a little concern. He was a rambunctious male, growing up, after all. Maybe she'd had a too easy go. He asked when she wouldn't go get the bottle for him. This was some kind of standoff, then. To this day, he'd only lost ones to her and his father. Girls usually folded like silk handkerchiefs to Fallen. She also didn't steer clear of him in a way that he could herd her into a corner. He had bumped up against a few personalities like this. Sooner or later their contrary nature always gave him enough purchase to grasp them. The thing with an immovable object is that it is easy to catch up to. He placed the bottle beside her, which had his arm brushing against hers. He was close, his chest brushing her shoulder. She busied her mouth with the food, and he watched her cheek fill and knead the carry mass. He listened closely. He lowered his head to the level of hers as though he needed to read the words off her cheekbones. The notion of her talking about his sex life and how to go about it felt strange at this null distance. But he liked it. It felt a lot like her digging her own grave. Condoms. "Lately I've been going in raw." he shared like it wasn't unusual. She knew about the pregnancy scare. "But if you want to, we can have the talk. Go get the condoms." he suggested, his tongue sticking on every syllable until she indeed turned around. The back of her hair smelled inviting. Consent. They liked the word but so far the best sessions had been when the girl had been trying to scream the word No. Usually he had them do that into the pushing palm of his hand on the oppressive field of a pillow while he busied himself with their better, more willing holes. He had a pang of desire swell in his stomach when he realized Bellatrix might have one of those expressions too. It was hard to reconcile the powerful Aunt and the fact that her body was just as weak as the others. She had been this looming authority all his life. In reality, his own innate strength could take just as much from her as the girls on campus. And just like them, she didn't know what she was talking about, didn't know what she really wanted and would like. His hands came out on either side of her, and locked against the edge of the island, which meant she was fenced inside his embrace. Even though he wasn't technically touching her. Until he was. His chin landed on the crook of her neck. "Aunt Trixie." he started. It felt perverse to use that adoring nickname now, but it also felt right. His hips came forward to pinch her between himself and the horizontal surface. "Thank you for letting me stay here." he whispered in her ear. He waited for her to struggle, but then she'd lose the standoff, and if she tried to turn around in the little room she had, he would just secure her harder against the island once she was facing him. He didn't have an endgame here. Something about her had just triggered his instincts, and he had it in his head to chase after his own aunt. And she sure smelled like that's what her body wanted. She may have some experience on him, but that didn't matter much when he was stronger. "I hope we'll find something to do with our days and nights so we won't get bored, living together." he said, still pretending to be clueless as to what he was doing. Bellatrix ignored the bottle placed on the counter. She would put it into its proper home later. She never understood why her sister usually ended up giving in to her son, and needed to use her husband or sister as backup. It was like she was afraid of punishing him, or even just afraid of him. But for some reason, Fallen listened to her on the more important things. Until now." Rhyllen Clover Donovan!" She whirled around, pizza and drink forgotten on the counter behind her. "Shame on you! After the scare you had!" She smacked him on the arm. Not hard, just more to get his attention. She smacked him again, a little harder when he told her to go get the condoms. "I know you haven't forgotten how to put them on. We practiced on bananas when you were younger until you got the hang of it. I know you're not as stupid as you are pretending to be!" He pressed her against the island, making it impossible to move. She was aroused, but had to fight that feeling. This was her nephew after all, not some hot guy she had met at the bar. She had gone younger a few times, but never as young as the age difference between her nephew and herself. She had to admit to herself, if it had been anybody else... she didn't let herself finish that thought because it wasn't anyone else." Rhyllen." She said in a warning tone of voice. "You stop this instant. I don't know what it is you think you are doing." She thought about pushing against her nephew's arm and freeing herself, but decided against it. It was true she worked out and kept herself fit. But she wasn't trying for a strongman competition, and so she wasn't as strong as he was. So trying would be a waste of time. Besides, she was trying to reassert her dominance, and a physical show would negate everything. She put all of her energy into standing her ground and acting like a person in charge, like the adult she was. He gasped quietly, controlled, when she pivoted within the space his arms allowed her. Like his doll. Like they were dancing, standing still. His mouth opened with wide-eyed delight when she went on to scold him. He had disliked this kind of thing before. He did not want her disapproval. But now, that he had elicited it intentionally, it felt like a reward. Trixie flustered. He knew her buttons, then. Oh, that gave him a lot of power, and he was discovering things about her that no relative should know about the other. Her hand landed on him. She had never done that. He did recall those banana lessons. Should have been strange but it felt positively natural. Always the cool, reliable aunt. He could see the blood rush to her face when his body pushed against hers to keep her where she was. It was very much an intimate position, and situation, with her temper flaring and his staying the same. He had gone rounds like this with girls before. Usually ended with their clothes off. His head tilted. What it is he was doing? "Isn't that clear, Aunt Trixie?" he asked and shaped his lips dramatically around his words, as though he was playing with them as they tumbled out, accusatory and inflammatory. He took his time and shifted from side to side to test how her torso felt against his when he ground her back to the edge of the island. "I'll tell you then, since you were so kind as to tell me, once." he promised and then became still for an instance. Eye of the storm. And then he sprung into motion. A violent swiftness in his arms as he grabbed her by her hips and lifted her easily, sitting her down on the island. To think his decisive, powerful aunt was actually just a light, small-boned woman after all. He parted her legs by cupping her knees so he could stand between them, face to her with a dark challenge in his already dark eyes. "I don't think you're in charge anymore, Aunt Tribe. But I'll still explain what's going on for you." he said between clenched teeth and then grabbed her jaw to keep her face angled upward just like he liked it. His other hand swatted hers away if they tried to thwart him in any way." You see, when a woman tries to bark orders at a man, she takes a risk." She had talked to him at length about misogyny, and he didn't care for it, politically, but he used it a lot in his intimate relationships. "And sometimes that risk gets her in trouble." he dug his fingers harder into her cheek, thumb hooking into the other. "But maybe that's how you like it." he suggested. He wasn't blind or deaf to her breathing. The hand not commanding her skull slid in under her top to push up her bra inside, to finally, after worshiping them from afar for so long, grab at one of her tits. And once he had a very tight squeeze, savoring the feel, that hand let go to slide down, making short work of the button on her shorts so he could stick his fingers inside there as well - she'd be as helpless as before to his strength - so he could touch his aunt's sex and confirm what she felt. She had lost her cool, she had to admit. Never before had she laid a hand on him in a way that was disciplinary. She had other means that she used. She had done such a thing to some of her past boyfriends before, just a smack at some comment said, usually all done in good fun. But her nephew? Never. Trixie had felt her cheeks change color as her nephew pinned her to the counter with his body. She couldn't help it. But she was doing her best to ignore it. She tried to figure out what it was he was doing. Surely it wasn't what she thought. She was his aunt! They were related! Surely he would never cross that line. He rubbed against her, ensuring she was pressed against the island. She saw no escape, though she looked for one. With how tightly he was holding the island, and how close he was, she wouldn't be able to duck down and slip free. He stopped moving, and she thought she might have a chance. Just a quick drop, straight down, and then spin through and to the side. She wished she had started taking her self-defense classes sooner. She just started last week. Just as she was about to execute her plan, he grabbed her and picked her up, setting her down on the island, a move she had done to him countless times in the past when he was a little kid. She'd plop him down on the counter next to her so he could be her little assistant. He easily spread her legs and stood between them, standing up against the counter. Here, their faces were more level, but he still had a few inches in height on her. He held the power now, she knew it. He grabbed her jaw and forced her chip upwards, so she was staring up at him, looking him in the eyes. They were darker than before. She tried to free herself, but his arm wouldn't budge, and his other hand was there to stop her. He talked, and she wondered where she went wrong. She had taught him right from wrong, about misogyny, which he seemed to have ignored completely. Should she have spanked him? Would he have greater respect for her? She had thought he did respect her but now... now she had no idea what was going through his head. She shook her head when his hand slid up and under her shirt, pushing her bra up and squeezing her breast. "Stop. Please." She begged him. Her breathing was very rapid and shallow, though if that was from fear or arousal, she didn't know. She tried to stop his hand from moving, but it just made him grip her jaw even tighter, and so her hands dropped in hope the pain would lessen. He unbuttoned her shorts, and slipped his fingers inside. His fingers made their way inside her underpants, and came to rest at her entrance, which was damp. Trixie sat there on her kitchen island, feeling helpless, as her nephew treated her in ways no relative should ever treat another. At first, when she was between him and the wooden horizon at her back, he felt odd. But the longer he stayed in this bizarre situation, this unheard of moment, the more sense it made. Why shouldn't he? He'd done it to other pretty things because he could; because they wanted it deep inside. Was it wrong all along to have thought of her as different? He could feel those common urges build in him, and he saw very few reasons to ignore them, given how things were going. If he could, then he should. His ego was injected with all the hormones of bettering someone who'd been over you. He swallowed. She sat well on the counter, didn't she? She looked so surprised, so helpless. Her legs spread for him, and she stayed quiet throughout it all, chocked by his audacity which to him was because she secretly needed this. He almost laughed when she tried to pry her face free from his grip. She just let him see exactly how much weaker she was. Had it always been like this? She was nothing, in that regard. Why had he thought for any reason that Aunt Trixie would be stronger than other women? She gawked at the words he said, which stunted her, which let him feed them to her, so that they could set root and grow and later make sense in her feeble head. He huffed when she begged. Oh, her breast felt soft and stuck to his palm from the sweat that had built inside her bra. That was right. She'd helped him move. He lived her now. This could be their new normal. She breathed so prettily. So enticing. She was just like his other girls, after all. He licked the corner of his lips when she gave up on fighting. That forced more blood to his cock. Her submission was delectable. He didn't win a lot over Bellatrix usually, but that'd change today. Today was the day Bellatrix lost the authority over her nephew forever. She learned her lesson and did nothing to stop his hand from going in. She was connecting to her feminine side now; the one who sought out something stronger to follow. "That's right." he encouraged with a low voice, rubbing in her defeat and bolstering her obedience at the same time. She was caught in a spell, one he liked to cast, maliciously, selfishly. He groaned at the feel of his beautiful aunt's actual cunt against his fingers. She had that tell-tale moist. He sunk a finger into her, knuckle deep, because he couldn't resist. He clutched her jaw harder to remind her not to do anything about it. He sighed when he started moving that finger around inside her. There was a bulge between them now. "What's this, auntie?" he whispered and slid the finger back to its tip and another could circle and court her clit. "You're soaked." He grinned, and then he turned her face a bit so he could lean down and extend his tongue and drag it all the way from the top of her neck, over her cheek to her ear. This was getting out of control, but she couldn't really stop it, could she? His fingers diligently worked her bud. Fuck. To think his beloved aunt was just another body for him to take if he wanted to. Fallen kissed her temple firmly, possessively. She was offering rather little resistance. Then he gargled dramatically and turned her face to look down at the gargantuan hill in his jeans. "Help me out, Aunt Trixie?" he whispered with some tenderness. This was all messed up, but it fueled him more. Some girl had a hope to satisfy him without having to take them into their body. He was sure Trixie would think of the same thing. Or her mind was gone, and she'd let her body take over. And her body only wanted one thing right now, he'd seen to it. He curled a finger inside her sopping place again, scooping out more moist to massage her clit with. "It hurts." Maybe that'd trigger something in her. Maybe it'd make her maternal. He said it mostly because it underlined how sick this was. "Go ahead and take it out."

Blood. Bond.|rating:2.0

I've Found You, My Pet (Saku x Saucy)

The tears were streaming down his face as he ran. He had done it, he had finally managed to get enough of that medicine, and he had finally had enough preparations to get away. Over the past few years, whatever time he could manage, he had been collecting the things he would need in order to get out of this place. Michael, only twelve had been here for years. He could not remember the last time he set foot outside these walls, but tonight was the night. Tonight he would get away from this crazy, perverted man that had adopted him years earlier. He could not fail, he could not. If he failed, the punishment would be so severe. He cringed, he did not even want to talk about it. His slender body ran down the halls, being as silent as he possibly could. Tonight, he had managed to grind up the medicine, and he had put it in the soup that was being served that night. It was sleeping medicine, and it was a lot of it. He had made sure that he did not eat and had been punished for it, but he did not care. He was getting out tonight, he had to make sure. The whole fortress was asleep. Well he called it a fortress due to the walls that kept him locked in, high walls that surrounded the keep, keeping everything private and secret. He couldn't be sure how long the ground pills would work to keep everyone asleep, but he hoped it was long enough for him to get away. Michael ran into the study and grabbed the key from inside one of the books and quickly scrambled to the desk. He unlocked the top drawer and pulled out the map of the area. The boy then went into one of the closets and pulled out a flashlight. He was going to get out.his life depended on it, literally! Michael had no idea what the weather was like outside, and he could not risk spending time to look for a cloak or a coat, he had to get out, and he had to get out now. Hanging the map and flashlight around his neck after he had put them both on cords, he grabbed the shovel and ran outside. All the guards were asleep at their posts, so he assumed. Everything was silent and the cool September air hit his face softly. It wasn't too cold, thank god. He went to the nearest spot in the wall, behind one of the bushes and began digging. Michael dug for what seemed forever, but it was only an hour before he had a hole big enough that he could squeeze under the wall. So he did, bringing the shovel with him as sort of protection. Michael ran, ran as far as he could, carrying the shovel under his arm, flashlight in his mouth and reading the map. He ran for hours, following the map, and he finally reached a town when it was daylight. Exhausted, he knew that he could not stop for long. He went into the local eatery, with the bit of money he had found in the study and ordered something he could take along the road. Michael ran for what seemed days and days until he finally stopped, collapsing outside a convent. He was taken inside and looked after by the nuns and by the priest. Michael had horrible nightmares almost every night and the nuns asked him questions about the marks and bruises he had all over his body, but Michael would not tell them. He could not tell them of all the harsh things he had endured. It took time, but he eventually began forgetting about those horrible days. He lived in the convent, tending to their gardens and flowers, and he eventually learned to laugh again. Life was looking up for him, and he was beginning to feel happy again. Six years and he was beginning to feel like that part of his life had just been some accident, some sort of hellish nightmare. The sun was extra bright today, and he looked up into the sky, watching overhead as a dove flew by. Life here was good. He was fed, treated properly and welcomed as a son by all. Michael turned back to grooming the flowers, his beautiful baby blue eyes staring at the lily's he had planted months before. They looked stunning, they really did. He wore a light blue suit, a short sleeve shirt and long pants, a cross around his neck. His hair hung slightly in his eyes, he would need a haircut soon. Sheers in his hands, he snipped away the weeds and trimmed the bushes. He heard talking behind him and his eyes widened when he heard an all too familiar voice. Michael turned his head just slightly, gazing behind him for a moment before he quickly turned back around. His heart was already racing.No, no no! He cannot find me...this is not happening! Michael stood up straight and walked away from the bushes, keeping his back to the voices. He intended on locking himself up in his bedroom untilled left. Hopefully, Into would not find Michael. What was he doing here anyway!? Why now, of all days of all years...why....why on his 18th birthday...!? (had Michael abandoned him? Into didn't think he had treated him unfairly. He had given him a home, company, pleasure and enough nutrients to survive. Yes, he punished him often, but that was only because his pet sought to escape every chance he got. He didn't understand it at all. He was sure Michael liked what he did to him. The boy never truly fought back against him when he heaped his affections upon his pet. So, what was the problem? When the sleeping pills had worn off, Into had discovered Michael was missing almost immediately. He had raged and sent his servants out after the boy with instructions to bring him back in whatever way possible. Their only restriction was to not kill or fatally wound Michael. Into cared about his pet after all and didn't want to see him hurt. But his servants had returned empty-handed. Into had exploded at them and sliced a table in half with one of the two swords he always carried on his person. Deciding to go out himself and scour the countryside for his missing pet, he had searched for an entire month. Yet came up with nothing. Over the years, Into had deteriorated when it seemed as if Michael would never come back. And he was no closer than before to finding out where he had disappeared to. Originally he had intended to punish his pet severely for escaping this time around. But as time passed he started to pine after Michael and came to the conclusion that he wouldn't hurt the boy when he found him. He just wanted him back again so he could hold him in his arms and pat him on the head affectionately. Michael was better than anyrealpet because he could fuck him whenever he wanted. Animals tended to be more violent if such a coupling was attempted. Gintoki could easily subdue any of Michael's protests and got what he wanted almost all the time without much of a fuss from his pet. Ripped from his thoughts when someone addressed him, the silvery-white haired male glared at the interrupter. "What is it?" He demanded, but his expression cleared when he heard what was being said and rushed off without another word, grabbing a crossbow with some arrows. The twin swords he carried with him were tucked in his waistband as usual. Finally! It looked as if luck was with him today. Someone had seen his beloved pet at a convent a few days journey from his castle. It made sense since Michael wouldn't have been able to run very far away from this area. But why hadn't he found him in the past during his search? He jumped onto his black stallion, not caring that it wasn't saddled, and galloped off towards the convent in question. All that was on his mind was seeing Michael. Into had lost a bit of weight since the last time Michael had seen him, but he still looked fairly imposing when it came down to it. The expression in his pale blue, almost crystal, eyes was still intimidating, although recently he had taken to wearing an eye-patch over his left eye. For some reason his vision was bothering him lately but only in that particular eye. He figured it would go away after a few days time. It wasn't important at the moment. Only if it got worse. Five days later - the journey had taken him longer than he would have thought - he reached the convent and spoke with the head monk of the convent." I'm searching for my son. He disappeared nearly six years ago, and I've been trying to find him ever since." Into explained to the monk. His attention was caught a few moments later when he heard a rustling not too far away. Catching sight of a young man walking away from the bushes, Into surged forward, instinct telling him that it was highly likely this was his son. He reached out and let his fingers curl around Michael's wrist, attempting to stop him from walking away. "Excuse me, might I have a word?" The white haired man asked, letting his hand fall away as he waited for Michael to turn around and face him. Why wouldn't he? It was the normal thing to do and if this wasn't Michael he had no reason to run from him. Into would be able to tell if this was his beloved pet. (heart was racing and so was his mind. He did not want Into to find him and take him back. The male knew perfectly well that he would be dragged kicking and screaming from this convent. He would not willingly go back and now that he had been found, Into would not let him go. His blue eyes stared straight forward, speeding up his steps now. He had to lock himself away and wait for this man to leave. How could people believe that he was Into's son. The only resemblance they had were their eyes, nothing else. People might figure that Michael had gotten more of his mothers looks rather than his fathers. It was reasonable to think that. Michael turned around, out of instinct of being addressed and he instantly regretted it. As soon as he saw that familiar face, his eyes widened and he ran. The boy bolted. He had to escape, and he had to escape now. Michael's legs carried him as fast as he could run, not caring if people were staring at him. The male ran across the courtyard, his thin frame carrying him rather swiftly. It had been so long since he had run like this, he was so out of shape. He never would have thought that Into would have found him. Six years! Six years and Into had not stopped looking. Michael was afraid for his life now. What would Into do to him? Surely there would be heavy punishment for all the pain and anguish he had caused Into, right? He expected the worst from this horrible, evil man. He had never truly recovered from those years spent with this horrible man, and he did not think that he ever would. The pain and suffering he had gone through had been simply too much to ever fully forget. Michael rounded a corner, made a sharp turn and then rounded another corner. He hid behind the stairwell, sure that he had lost Into. The boy was fully out of breath now, and he bent over just slightly, making sure to keep hidden, as he tried to recover his breath. All he wanted was to be left alone...to try and live peacefully. Yes, this was his pet. The boy had changed quite a bit, filled out and developed. What a lovely picture to behold! A smile came to his face as Into's eyes sparkled. He reached out in an attempt to wrap his arms around Michael's shoulders, to pull him into a bear hug. But instead, the teen abruptly fled. Gintoki was left blinking in confusion and a surge of anger rushed through him. How dare he run from his father! "Michael!" He exclaimed, wanting the other male to stop, but apparently his pet either didn't hear him or was ignoring him for some reason. "Hey! Why are you running from me?!" The white haired man demanded, a faint hint of anger in his voice. Into turned back to the head monk who was staring at them curiously. Well, it was normal for the monk to be concerned with Michael's behavior." I'm sorry, I think something happened to him after he disappeared. But I'm not entirely sure what it was. Do you know where his room is? I'll try and talk to him." Perhaps if he spoke in the comfort of his pet's room he would be able to better understand what had happened. Into really wanted to know. Why did Michael run from him? It hurt just thinking about it. Into knew enough not to run recklessly around the convent, it would be disrespectful and if he behaved like an adult, it was highly likely the head monk and the others would help him find Michael again. And their conversation would need to be private to avoid any prying ears. However, he didn't think most of the men who resided here were the type to eavesdrop on others. He listened as he was told where to find his pet." Thank you. I'll talk with him and then let you know how things went. Thank you for taking care of my son for however many years you did." Into said with a smile. Then, he set off to where Michael's room was supposedly located. Finding his pet hiding behind the stairwell, Into blocked his escape route. Narrowing his crystal blue eyes at the young man, he frowned at him. "Why do you run?" He demanded to know, somewhat upset with his pet and reached out to try and grab hold of Michael's arm. "I won't hurt you if that's what you're afraid of. Not unless you keep pissing me off by trying to run when all I want to do is hold you." Into growled, his voice showing how upset he was with the way Michael had been treating him. "I missed you." He confessed, his voice softer this time." Let's go upstairs to your room. I'll make you feel better." He said with a smile, hoping Michael would not try and run again. Or else he was going to get really pissed. Michael had been about to walk up the stairs to his room when Into blocked him. His eyes instantly widened, and he braced himself for a striking. The boy's blue eyes stared at Into in fear before he closed them tightly, hearing him start yelling at him. He cowered, biting his bottom lip. But then he did not do anything. Michael slowly opened his eyes and stared at him, looking confused. His chest was rising and falling quickly, but he was beginning to slightly calm down. He did not understand why Into had not hit him for running. And how the hell did Into find him anyway!? Michael bit his bottom lip, his palms all sweaty as he stared at the man in front of him. He had not changed much. Into looked older and his hair had grown a bit longer than he remembered, and now he wore an eye patch. Still, even with these changes, he felt that Into was still the same man on the inside, and he did not relax around him. He was nervous and scared, that much was apparent on his face. Michael felt the man gripping his arm in an attempt to keep him from running. His body was trembling slightly with fear as he was lightly pressed against the wall. The young male stared at Into, as if trying to see if Into had really changed or not. He hesitated for the longest of times, obviously fearful of letting him into his room. But he did not see any other option, and finally he consented." A-alright..." His voice sounded shaky. Michael made past him and up the stairs. His pace was slow and controlled but if you looked closer, you could see him still trembling from fear. Maybe Into wanted to get him alone and punish him there. Michael bit his lip again, becoming nervous all of a sudden. They reached a corridor at the top of the stairs. Everything looked so plain here, but this was how they all lived. He led Into to the end of the hall and opened up a door, stepping inside. The bedroom was small with a twin sized bed in the center of it. The windows, one on each side of the bed, were tall and had light drapery, very inexpensive material. On the bed there were black sheets and a single pillow. There was a closet to one side of the room and a small desk with a chair to the other. On one side of the wall there was a mirror just large enough to see your face in and a small side table which had a water basin on top of it. Everything in the room was cheap and bare. If Into looked in the closet, he would only find 8 pairs of clothing and two pairs of shoes. Michael lived poorly compared to when he had lived with Into, but he liked this better. Living here he did not have to deal with Into and his perverse nature. He allowed Into into the room and closed the door behind him, staying near the only exit, just in case. Michael was nervous. He did not know what Into would do. The only thing he did know was that this man was not to be trusted." Why did you not give up?" He asked softly, thinking out loud. Into could tell that his pet was nervous and scared of him. Of course that was nothing new since he had always looked that way. But running away from him was inexcusable. He thought it rude and was tempted to punish Michael for doing so. But that would simply make the boy hate him, even more than he did already. Even though his pet thought Into did not love him, he was wrong. The white haired swordsmandidcare for Michael but he just had his own way of expressing such emotion. A smile came to his face when Michael agreed to go up to his room with him. "That's my boy." He murmured softly and reached out to run his fingers through the teen's hair in an almost affectionate manner. "Lead the way." Into told him, releasing his arm, but his muscles remained tense in case Michael decided to run. But if decided up disappointing him like that, Michael would not be getting off without a punishment. There was only so much Into could take from his beloved pet. Gintoki did notice how plain everything looked, but that was to be expected of a monastery. It wasn't as bad a place as most monasteries were. If he had become a monk he might have wanted to come here. Not that such a thing would ever happen of course. But still. It seemed Michael was smart enough not to attempt escape again and Into was pleased. He really hadn't wanted to go chasing his pet all over the place. The swordsman gestured towards the bed. "Take a seat on the bed." The order was delivered in a tone of voice that implied Michael would regret it if he didn't obey. It wasn't that difficult to accomplish, was it? He raised a brow when Michael asked him why he hadn't given up. "Isn't it obvious? I care for you, dare I say even love you. I couldn't abandon you to whatever fate." Only he could have Michael. "No, I wanted you back regardless of the cost. I missed you so much it nearly drove me insane..." He growled. The white haired male's expression cleared a moment later and a slight smile could be seen on his face. "And now you have returned to me. I will make sure we are never separated again, my dear pet." He reassured Michael and nodded towards the bed once more. "Please, relax on the bed. It's been some time and I want to release my frustration." Into told the teen, his words implying what he was going to do to his pet. It wouldn't be bad, Michael was used to being fucked by him all the time. And Into really needed to get off unless Michael preferred him to physically release tension. But he was fairly certain Michael would choose the less violent option. He had not enjoyed the gesture. He had not liked the way Into had touched him already. Didn't the man know how much he had tormented him as a child. All that pain and suffering he had been put through... He was not sure if he could go through all that again. Michael was not that young child he was back then, he had grown up, learned about the niceness of the world. He did not want to go back to that evil world he had lived in. The future had been dark...and when he had come to the monastery, everything reversed. He could imagine himself doing something with his life, marrying, having children. Michael had even imagined himself becoming a patron of the monastery that had housed him. All that disappeared with the appearance of Into. Gintoki ordered him to sit on the bed and Michael cringed. He could hear that tone in his voice and he lowered his eyes. He knew perfectly well that Into would punish him for disobeying, for running if he tried. Still though, he hesitated... He could make a break for it...he really could, but that would only end badly. There wasn't anywhere he could go anyway... He grits his teeth. Into wanted release, and he knew exactly what was going to happen. If he disobeyed though... Michael made slow, calculated steps towards the bed and sat at the edge, his whole body tense and alert. He needed to be ready for whatever Into would try and throw at him. Around Into, he could not let down his guard. His throat felt dry, and he swallowed hard, hands balled into fists on his thighs. Why? Why did Into have to find him?! He thought he was done with that part of his life. He thought he could move on. Furthermore, he thought he could become a normal human being. And not to mention...they were in a holy place! They could not do such a vile act here! It would not be right, none of it." Please...n-not here." He said softly, his voice trembled just slightly. Michael was trying to keep calm, but the things he remembered. The things Into had made him do, the things he had been put through. It was too much. He could not go through those things again, he wasn't so sure he would survive... He watched his pet carefully as if he knew at any moment the boy might bolt. But he would not let that happen, and he had no qualms about punishing him if he tried. If Michael knew what was good for him, he would obey. A smile came to his lips when Michael complied with his order and went to the bed. Moving over, Into laid his hand on Michael's shoulder. His hand trailed off the boy's shoulder and up his neck until it rested beneath his pet's chin, fingers tipping the brunette's head upward. Already he could feel his cock hardening in his pants and he bit back a groan. Michael's words did not register with him, and he ignored them completely. Breathing heavily, he advanced on his pet and pushed him down onto the bed, fingers running through Michael's soft hair as a sigh of content escaped his lips. Not wasting a single moment, Into attempted to remove his pet's clothing, it was cumbersome and not needed. "I know you missed me." He purred into Michael's ear. The first piece to go was Michael's pants as they were the most important item to be discarded. After all, one couldn't have sex with them on. Well, it all depended on the type of garment he thought to himself with a chuckle. Some pants were designed to be usedduringsex, and he grinned, considering the idea of getting his pet such a thing as a gift one day. He didn't expect Michael to resist him, at least not any more than he used to. The boy would protest, struggle a bit and complain vocally, but he would never truly go against him. He knew what would happen if he did, Into's patience wore thin sometimes depending on his mood. If Michael just relaxed and let things happen everything would be fine. Into had no desire to hurt his pet, he loved Michael and would do anything to protect him. This was not really happening. It was just some disgusting, twisted nightmare his imagination had built up, right? He felt Into's hand on his shoulder and instantly tensed, his body alert. Michael grit his teeth as the man touched him. It had been so long since anyone had dared touch him like that. He turned his head away, but it was quickly turned back to look at Into when his fingers were under his chin. If Michael had been adorable as a child, he was simply beautiful as a young man. His features had developed, but he had never fully lost that baby face of his, making him all the more alluring, right? Michael's baby blue eyes stared up into those cold eyes and he cringed. This could not be happening... This isn't real....no...please god no! Into was already breathing heavy, and it made Michael bite his bottom lip. It was a habit he had as a child as well. He felt those familiar hands run through his hair and he wanted to die. He thought that he had forgotten how that felt, but when he felt it again, all familiar feelings came rushing back. The pain he had felt at the hands of Into were inexplicable, and he did not want that again. Michael would not let this man have him back so easily. He could not. It would drive him insane to do those things he had had to do as a child. He felt sick to his stomach just thinking about it. The young male felt his pants toyed with and came back to reality, looking down at what was going on. No! Stop! He quickly grabbed one of Into's hands and his pants, holding them up while attempting to pull the man away. His heart was racing with fear of what the man would do to him. He knew better than to refuse Into. It had been a hard learned lesson, and he had been punished so severely that he had not been able to walk for nearly a week. His breath was shaky as he tried to pull Into off of him, but the man managed to pull his pants off. His creamy white skin was revealed to Into, as well as his developed cock. It was soft and limp against his body and Michael instantly covered himself up." Gintoki! Please stop this! Not here.please!" He could not possibly believe of doing such a dirty dead in such a holy place. Michael knew it would fall on deaf ears. Into would do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever and wherever he wanted. He had always been that way and things had probably not changed. Into much preferred the way Michael looked now as an adult, he was so mature! That made him all the more enticing to him, and he licked his lips with anticipation. How sweet, his pet still retained some of his old habits. He lifted a finger to that pouting lip and ran it gently along the length of skin there. But when Michael tried to keep his pants on, Into frowned. "Don't resist. I don't want to hurt you anymore." He tried to tell the boy, wanting him to understand that he had changed somewhat. Yes, he still wanted him, but he no longer had any intention of hurting Michael. Not unless the young man made him do so. He pried Michael's fingers away from the material and tugged down his pants. That lovely creamy white skin was revealed shortly afterward and Into let out a soft sigh of contentment and satisfaction." What's so special about this place? Keep quiet, you don't want the others to hear you, do you?" Into asked with an arched brow and leaned forward to kiss him. One hand wrapped around the back of Michael's neck to keep his head in place while the other skittered down his pet's unclothed body. The latter found its destination and fingers wrapped around Michael's cock as they started to stroke it. He wanted the young man to get hard for him, and then he would take him and make him remember who his master was. He stroked the member faster and harder, his rhythm speeding up as he attempted to elicit a sound from Michael. Into wanted to get himself off, but he also wanted to make Michael feel good too. It wasn't just about his pleasure anymore, now he wanted his pet to enjoy himself as well. Yeah, right. That is such a lie... He thought to himself as Into stated that he did not want to hurt him anymore. Into was hurting him even now, just by being here. His pants were quickly removed and he grits his teeth. His soft cock laid against his skin, very well-developed now. No, no, I don't want anyone to hear....please god help! Michael saw Into leaning in towards him and was about to turn his head when his neck was grabbed. He had no option but to sit there and take it. He trembled as a hand made its way down his body. Oh, the familiar touch he detested. His cock was grabbed, and he pulled away from the kiss.Oh, god forgive me... He had this pained look on his face. The boy was trying his hardest to keep himself soft, and it hurt, it hurt real bad. Michael kept telling himself that it was rape and that this was not his fault. God would understand, God would forgive him, right?" Gintoki stop pit." He really began struggling now, even though he knew he would be punished for it. God, please help me! Michael struggled under Into's larger form, turning himself over and scrambling to get off the bed. Please oh god! His heart was about to beat right out of his chest as the boy feared the worst from Into. As a child, he had been taught not to say no to his master and of the severe consequences. The beatings had been horrid and had left many marks all over his body, some visible even after six years. Michael wanted nothing more than to escape Into's clutches forever. This time, he would run farther away from here, he would. Into didn't think he was hurting Michael, after all he was being gentle with him. "Why?" He demanded when his pet once more told him to stop, this was getting annoying. His lone crystal blue eye narrowed at the boy when Michael struggled underneath him. Then, he managed to turn over and tried to scramble off the bed. Did the young man have a death wish? No, that was the wrong choice of words. Into could never kill Michael, but he had no issues over punishing him for disobeying his orders. He had given him a few chances, but his pet had blown all of them. Yet still, he didn't want to hurt him but what else could he do to make him compliant? Into sighed to himself as he reached over and grabbed Michael by the back of the neck, keeping a firm hold on his pet while he planted his knee in the small of his back to keep him still. Michael wasn't going anywhere. "Where else would you have me do this if not here? I don't want you to fight me, if going elsewhere is preferable to you then tell me." It seemed as if Into was actually giving Michael a choice for once instead of simply forcing him into things. This was unlike the past him but necessary. At least insisting. He didn't want to mar his pet's beautiful adult body. If negotiating with him was the only way to get what he wanted without physically harming Michael that was what he would do. But if it came down to it and Michael still resisted, Into would have to resort to mental punishment, and he knew exactly what to do in that department should his pet keep denying him what he wanted. But Michael would have to speak fast because Into was getting rather impatient. He wanted to get himself off. He had been interrupted earlier by Michael's struggles and Into wasn't the sort of man who was patient when it came to things like this. Furthermore, he could wait for a minute. Or two. His neck was grabbed and he was pinned down. The young male sighed heavily. He was trapped and he knew it. He heard Into give him a choice, and he was thrown off balance. Never before had the man given him a choice...never. He thought for a moment. Though he preferred it to have been a choice of whether to allow what Into was about to do to him, he thought about it for a moment. He would rather not do this sort of act in such a holy place as this. He wanted his memory of this place to be grand, fantastic. Michael wanted this place to be the only place in the world where he was free. He did not want to mar this place with such an act... Michael's hands gripped the sheet beneath him as he bit his bottom lip. He knew perfectly well that Into would not be patient with him. He was trying to think of a place that would not bother him as much, but he knew that god was everywhere. God would be watching in disgust. He trembled. God was already watching, watching the struggle between them. If he gave in and allowed Into to do this, would god ever forgive him? Over the last few years, he found solace in god, and he could not just throw away his relationship with Him for Into. No...he could not, he would not! The young male knew perfectly well that the punishment would be severe, but God was worth it, right? Yes, he is... He had to tell himself that. He had to prepare for the punishment that would ensue. Taking a deep breath,"No Into. You can't do this. Let go." Oh God, please protect me. With that said, he renewed his struggles. Into was not pleased with the way Michael had responded. He had given him a choice and his pet had ignored it and sought to retaliate against him. What was wrong? He raised Michael's head into the air and used his free hand to slap him across the face. "It seems you have forgotten how a pet is supposed to behave." That was a serious offense and the young man should remember quite well what happened if Into was crossed. "Since you have forgotten, it appears I shall have to teach you." He growled under his breath, restraining his anger at Michael. "But first... since I can't have the monks suspect our true natures, I'll take you away." Into remarked and raised his hand to bring it down on his pet's temple. This would effectively knock him out, and he picked Michael up into his arms and made his way out of the room." I'll be taking my son back. Thank you again for caring for him. I'm sure he'll be back in the future to thank you himself too." Into told the monks who smiled back at him. Instead of returning to his estate which would take a good number of days, Into headed for a hotel room. His guards had finally caught up with him. And they would be standing outside his room in case anyone tried to be a good Samaritan. He placed Michael down on the bed and tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts to prevent any unnecessary movements. He didn't want to be kicked in the groin or the shin and as soon as he had fucked his pet he would probably feel better. That being done, he stripped Michael of his clothing by using a knife to shred what he was wearing into strips of cloth. Michael wouldn't need clothing anyway as his pet. Gintoki placed a small metal collar around Michael's neck and smiled at the sight before him. His pet had returned. He advanced on Michael and quickly shed his own clothing. Not wasting a moment, he climbed up onto the younger man and positioned himself at the boy's entrance. He had lubed himself a few seconds ago. So it wouldn't hurt that much. In one smooth movement he shoved himself inside Michael, groaning out his pleasure at the feeling. It had really been too long and sheathing himself within his pet was a feeling that couldn't be replicated. When his pet woke - which would be fairly soon - he would wake to a nice feeling as Into started to move inside Michael, his thrusts building up in rhythm and intensity. God, he loved how this felt and for some reason Michael gave him a feeling of pleasure he couldn't get elsewhere. He was quickly slapped; his face stung and he bit his bottom lip. It had been so long since someone had slapped him and it hurt. This was not going to end well, and he knew it; he had known it from the moments he let those words come out of his mouth. Into said that he was going to have to teach him, again, how a pet was supposed to behave. Michael cringed; being trained had been one of the worst experiences of his young life, and he was not looking forward to having to go through it again. He was struck again and this time, he blacked out. His body fell limp against the bed. Being struck like that was always effective. Cool air hit his body and he could feel something cold against his neck. There was something hovering over him and then penetration. His eyes opened to the feeling of being filled and he grits his teeth. Michael tried to move but found himself bound to the bed, spread eagle for Into to ogle. God, it hurt to be filled like this. It had been so long since Into had done this to him and Michael knew he would be sore in the morning. No, no, no no! How could he have let this happen? How could God have let this happen to him?! He did not yell; it would be useless. Into surely had guards standing outside the doors and anyone who might attempt to help him would be dissuaded by the big burly brutes. He tugged against the ropes that bound him, hoping to either loosen their grips enough so that he could get his hands out, or to break the bedposts. Neither of those would happen, but he would try and try with all his might. Michael was struggling to get free and gritting his teeth. When he was young, he had never enjoyed one of these moments and now that he was older, he was hating it more. Why didn't God save him? Couldn't God see that this was not Michael's own doing? Couldn't the being seen that Michael had tried and failed; couldn't he see that Michael needed help? By now his wrists and ankles were beginning to get sore as the ropes dug into his skin. Oh lord, it hurt so bad. He used to yell the first few times this was done to him. A few punishments down the line, and he had learned not to blow Into's eardrums. He kept himself silent now as he continued to struggle against the ropes that kept him there. The collar around his neck did not feel good either. It reminded him of those horrible days he had spent in Into's manor. His heart rate was elevating by the second as he felt himself trapped and unable to move. Michael had begun to breath faster and his struggles increased. He had never enjoyed being tied up. It was a fear of his, and he was really beginning to panic. There was a light film of sweat on his forehead as he gripped the ropes and tried to pull them. Why did this have to happen to him? Why hadn't Into given up and found someone else? Why, why, why WHY!? He wondered if Into even cared that the boy underneath him was going to hyperventilate soon. Michael's body trembled as he remembered one of his many punishments. He had disobeyed Into and had paid the price for it. Into had tied him up and left him in a dark room. Michael had been begging and screaming to be let out, that he was sorry and that he would never do it again. Into didn't come and release him until the next day though. He had found the young boy trembling with terrible rope burn. After that incident, Into had used leather to bind Michael instead of rope. Michael shivered a bit and turned his face away from Into as he continued to struggle. Into may have won this battle, but he would win the war...he had to. He had to get away from this deranged lunatic and this time he would make sure he ran far, far away. It shouldn't have been that bad for Michael. After all, Into had taken the time to lube himself up so he wasn't going in dry. That would have hurt, and he hadn't wanted it to. But his pet really was something else. It seemed even now that Michael was trying to fight against him and the pleasure he was trying to make him receive. Did he not want to please his master? His benefactor who had looked after him from a young age? If so, he was an ungrateful child and Into's brow furrowed as he thought of that. "Relax, my pet. You will enjoy it more if you do." He murmured, whispering sweet nothing's into his ear as he continued to thrust in and out of his passage. Of course Into realized that the boy beneath him was in danger of hyperventilating, but he didn't want to stop right now, it was getting to the good part. Not too much farther... If he could simply make Michael enjoy it things would be better. This time he really did want his pet to enjoy it as well instead of it simply being a one-sided pleasure as usual." Come now, don't fight me. I want you to feel good too." Into murmured as he reached out to run his hand alongside Michael's cock. He started to stroke. Up and down. Soon he had developed a constant rhythm and the white haired man's breath quickened at the feeling and sight. "Tell me, what do you want me to do? Don't spout out nonsense about releasing you or begging me to stop. It won't hurt if you don't want it to and if you don't fight me, I guarantee you'll feel pleasure. So tell me, what do you want?" He asked, waiting for the boy to stop being stubborn and obey him as he had in the past. This time things would be different, much different. He would make it so. His hole was as tight as it had been all those years ago, if not a bit tighter. He could feel Into's cock filling him up, and he felt stuffed as he closed his eyes. Into's cock was beginning to slide past that bundle of nerves inside of him and his eyes closed even tighter. No...no...god, please help me stay strong. God had helped him before, why was he being silent now? His tight hole squeezed Into's cock. Michael's cock twitched a bit as Into kept hitting that sweet spot inside of him. Years before, he had gotten used to the feeling of being filled like this, but now, now it was foreign. Now that he had been with God all these years, he did not want to do this unnatural act. Michael opened his eyes and stared at the man above him. Into was whispering in his ear, telling him to relax and simply enjoy it. How could he enjoy something that his God frowned upon? His wrists hurt every time he tried to move, and it made him whimper a bit. His breathing had increased a great deal in the last few seconds as his pleasure was increasing against his will. He was trying to hard not to feel the pleasure, to ignore that tingling feeling that was growing in the pit of his stomach, but it was becoming more and more difficult. The feeling of Into's hand pumping him, touching him like that caused him so much pleasure. At the monastery, they had taught him not to touch himself, that God did not want him to waste his seed. He was only to cum when he was inside a woman, to make children with her. Michael had taken a vow and now it was being broken. It pained his heart more than anything, and he wondered how he could repent. Michael bit his bottom lip as he tried to keep himself from moaning. His cock was rock solid and pink in Into's hand. His walls squeezed Gino as he curled his toes, gripping the ropes tightly. No, no, no. He could feel the feeling he had come to forget welling up deep inside of him, and it was growing stronger and stronger by the second." N-no..." He moaned out a few seconds before the cum spurt out of his slit and onto Into's hand and his own stomach. Michael was panting heavily now as his orgasm racked his body. Into smiled as Michael's seed spilled over onto his fingers. He brought the cum-streaked hand up to Michael's lips and smeared it over them. "Lick yourself off." He ordered. Despite the fact that his pet had climaxed, Into had slowed his own pace so that he hadn't yet. The young man hadn't answered his question before. It was an important question, at least to the white haired male. When Michael replied, it would be the first step of his submission and Into couldn't wait for that to happen. He needed his pet to submit to him and give in since that was when he would be able to release him from his bonds. Of course, he would keep an eye on him for a time and test him to see how far his obedience lay, but those were all necessary steps. He was sure Michael would pass them. If he didn't, the boy would be punished every time he failed." Come now, tell me what you want." He murmured again, not wanting to have to keep asking his pet. Surely Michael knew what he wanted to hear from him. It was the truth. Michael shuddered, his body in the aftermath of his orgasm. He sighed heavily, trying to calm his body down. Into brought his hand up and smeared the cum all over his lips. Michael wanted to throw up. It was disgusting. Six years in the monastery had reversed everything Into had taught him. It would take some effort on Into's part to bring back that obedience Michael had when he was a child. What would Into do to him if he did not lick his seed off? Maybe if he was good then Into would untie him? Michael bit his bottom lip, tasting himself, and he nearly threw up. He sighed heavily and did as he was told. A soft, moist tongue reached out and licked up the excess cum from Into's hands before licking his lips. He was so disgusted with himself. How degrading this was. He cringed as he could still feel Into's length pumping into him. His body was still so sensitive, and he was beginning to feel tired then." I just want to be free..." He turned his head and his voice trailed off. God, please forgive me for I have sinned. Please tell me what to do... Michael wanted to be let go, to be forgotten by this man that had caused him so much shame, so much turmoil. Into had forced sex on him when all he really needed was a father figure. He was beginning to think that God was punishing him, but for what?

I've Found You, My Pet (Saku x Saucy)|rating:2.0

West Private combat Rankings-Door B

IC Thread hearth Combat Cell Scene Aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee The room you’re entering is a 50ft by 50ft cube, made entirely out of concrete. It’s a sparse room, with no symbols or signs around. Ashlee is looking around curiously.“Combatants, please take your positions.” It’s Professor Hamilton’ voice." Ummmm…” Ashlee asks loudly, slightly disorientated cause there was no face to speak to.“The positions are marked on the ground.” Glancing at the floor, you see two marks on the floor, each about 10 feet from the opposing wall. Ashlee blushed at this, and hurried to her spot.“I knew that.” She muttered just loud enough for you to hear. She looked at you across the room and did her best to put her game face on. It was, frankly, adorable.“Combatants, prepare yourself.” Ashlee is staring you dead on.“Combat will begin in the--” You can’t hear anything. Then suddenly Ashlee is charging at you, glowing with a neon pink outline. Spoiler: IOC: Hide Ashlee is manipulating the sound of the announcer, so you can’t hear the call for combat to start. She is attempting to Sneakily Create and Advantage, at +1. The advantage is going to be something along the lines of, “Got you on the Blackfoot” or “element of surprise” depending on which approach you defend with. Roll: 4d3-8 → [1,3,1,1,-8] = (-2), So it’s a roll of -1. I will spend a fate point to activate your aspect, “He May Be A Monster, But He's Still My Brother!”, stating your still too distracted by what Professor Ellis said to really pay attention, allowing me to reroll. 4d3-8 → [1,3,2,3,-8] = (1) So a total of 2. Much better. Defend how you choose, then it’s your move. Note that you now have 5 Fate points, 3 to start with, 1 from your compel earlier, and I just gave you one when I rerolled earlier. Lara noticed the sudden cut-off. Which was good, because that snapped Lara out of her own thoughts and back into the present. Damn if Ashlee wasn't fast! Lara knew full well she stood no chance of being able to keep up in close range. And Lara also figured she didn't have much chance at keeping Ashlee at bay, not unless she kept Lara off balance. What better way to do that then something to startle her. Lara raised her hands, palms towards the ground. In a heartbeat, waves of heat erupted off of her. Cracks spread across the ground, glowing red. Only a split second later, jets of molten rock erupted upwards, forming a circle of molten rock around Lara. Doesn't matter how fast you are, you can't outrun the heat of a volcano. Already rolled in IOC Lara concentrated, trying to feel the molten energy inside her, and bring it to the surface. Guess now's as good a time as ever to heat test the material. She grits her teeth, focusing her power. The molten pool surrounding Lara pulsed and rippled, as if reacting to her power. Creating a big, Flashy advantage by turning my arms into molten rock. I'm all fired Up! (4d3-8)[0] +3 Originally Posted by NineOfSpades Lara noticed the sudden cut-off. Which was good, because that snapped Lara out of her own thoughts and back into the present. Damn if Ashlee wasn't fast! Lara knew full well she stood no chance of being able to keep up in close range. And Lara also figured she didn't have much chance at keeping Ashlee at bay, not unless she kept Lara off balance. What better way to do that then something to startle her. Lara raised her hands, palms towards the ground. In a heartbeat, waves of heat erupted off of her. Cracks spread across the ground, glowing red. Only a split second later, jets of molten rock erupted upwards, forming a circle of molten rock around Lara. Doesn't matter how fast you are, you can't outrun the heat of a volcano. Spoiler: Reminder Hide As noted in the IOC thread, she still has a boost on you. I'm calling it, "Got you on the Blackfoot". Ashlee stops her flight as she sees the lava forming, going higher and back to avoid the attack. She's surprised, but quickly focuses her resolve. Originally Posted by NineOfSpades Lara concentrated, trying to feel the molten energy inside her, and bring it to the surface. Guess now's as good a time as ever to heat test the material. She grits her teeth, focusing her power. The molten pool surrounding Lara pulsed and rippled, as if reacting to her power. Spoiler: Reaction Hide I'm setting the difficulty of this action at +0, since creating lava arms is your specialty. However, I'm spending the boost Ashlee created, "got you on the Blackfoot" to step up the difficulty by +2. This represents your still reeling a bit by how quick your roommate took initiative. You still succeed by 1, so I'm all fired Up! Has one free invoke on it. Ashlee smirks."remember, no hard feelings' girlfriend." As she speaks, her pink aura flickers before forming into large neon pink wings around her arms. Spoiler: Think like this Hide Spoiler: Ashlee's action Hide She will create an advantage, Sonic Pink Wing blades. Her Flashy is +3, and she's using her stunt: Sonokinetic Constructs. When I Flashily create an advantage with my Sonokinetic construct powers, I add +2 to the roll. So she's rolling +5. 4d3-8 → [2,1,2,2,-8] = (-1) +5= +4. Are you going to try and stop her creating the advantage with a defend action? If not, her difficulty will be +0, so she would succeed with style, getting 2 free invokes. Your response and then your action. Also, would you mind posting your IOC actions in spoilers? I can't quote them if they are already in quotes. GM Fate pool: 0Scene aspects:Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee Aspects: All fired up[Lara, 1 I]Sonic Pink Wing blades[Ashlee TBD I] "Right back at ya!" Lara shouted back, forming a large molten spike and hurling it at Ashlee, trying to break her focus as the girl tried to form her constructs. Spoiler: Defend Hide Lara will Forcefully Defend, and is attempting to use the spike more as a distraction than an attack (Its to big and slow to be used effectively against such an agile opponent) (4d3-8)[1]+2 With her free hand, Lara conjured forth a large, thin tendril of lava. It coiled and spun through the air, almost like a whip, though it glowed red-hot. Lara pulled back, then let her burning lash fly. It snaked rapidly, darting this way and that, before striking at Ashlee. Or rather, at the space next to her. Lara wasn't trying to hit Ashlee directly, rather, she was relying on the fact that the heat alone would be enough to cause burns at close range, even if the whip didn't touch you directly. A fact that Lara was confident Ashlee would overlook as soon as she realized the whip would miss. Spoiler: Attack Hide Lara will Cleverly attack Ashlee, exploiting Convection heating to indirectly strike at her. (4d3-8)[-1]+2 I'll also spend a fate point to invoke Ashlee's "Not the brightest bulb" Aspect, and get a +2 on my roll (It might be under a different name, but I'd wager she has some aspect reflecting her intelligence). She's not smart enough to realize the real danger isn't that she'll get hit, but just the heat radiating from the attack. Spoiler: Sorry for rushing you on the post. Hide She creates her aspect with a success of 2, so she has one invoke. She doesn't have an aspect quite like that. The closest she has is "Bubbly Sonic Constructing valley girl. I'll allow it, so you get +2 for your attack, representing she might be too distracted to note the heat. I'll be rolling her clever +1 against that. 4d3-8 → [1,3,2,3,-8] = (1) So a total of +2. She takes one shift of stress. Ashlee ducks from the attack, but not fast enough, as the heat causes her to exclaim in pain. Holding her arm, she glances at you, before flapping her blade wings and soaring towards you, twirling in midair between the jets of molten rock. Spoiler: Action Hide She's flying straight at you, over your lava, to strike you with her blade wings. Flashy +3 attack: 4d3-8 → [3,3,2,1,-8] = (1) Total 4. Spend her invoke on Sonic Pink Wing blades to increase the total to +6. Your reaction and move. GM Fate pool: 1Scene aspects:Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee Aspects: All fired up[Lara, 1 I]Sonic Pink Wing blades[Ashlee 0 I] Lara smirked as Ashlee flinched away from the heat. I've to love it when a plan comes together. Of course, her roommate wasn't out of the fight yet, and came charging forward at full throttle. Lara's arms melted downward, connecting to the scorched concrete beneath her feet. The boiling rock churned and sputtered, transforming into an erupting geyser that blasted upwards, with Lara surfing the top of the jet, seemingly unconcerned with the scorching temperatures which seemed to scald the air itself. Spoiler: Defend Hide Flashily defending dodging via Magma surf. (4d3-8)[2]+3 Total of 5. I'll take my free Invoking for All Fired Up to raise that to +7 Lara turned her defense back into an offense, riding her molten wave in an arcing circle back towards Ashlee, hoping to catch her in the wake of the molten tsunami. Spoiler: Attack Hide Side note: I'm rapidly running out of words to describe temperature and lava, which fills me with sadness. To the thesaurus! Anyhow, if Surfing a wave of molten rock doesn't count as 'flashy', nothing will. Flashy attack. (4d6-8)[3] +3 Total +6 Spoiler: IOC Hide I think you accidentally typed 4d6 rather than 4d3 in that last roll for attack, but we'll ignore it for now, treat it as if you'd rolled properly. Roll Flashy +3 to dodge your definitely Flashy attack. 4d3-8 → [2,3,3,1,-8] = (1)+3 is a 4. She takes two shifts of stress, marking off her second stress box. As the molten wave comes closer to Ashlee she bats her wings and screams, sending pulsing waves of sonic energy at your lava, which helps push her out of damage. She pants slightly as she tries to seek higher ground. Once directly above you, she starts flapping her wings, channelling the sound of her voice screaming at a pitch to high for humans to hear, into pink waves of energy, cascading towards you. Spoiler: Attack! Hide Flashy attack +3. 4d3-8 → [2,2,1,1,-8] = (-2) +1. This is embarking. Spend my sole fate point to reroll. 4d3-8 → [2,1,2,1,-8] = (-2) +1. Now that's not even funny. Ok, your up against a +1 ranged sonic attack. GM Fate pool: 1 Scene aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee Aspects: All fired up [Lara, 0 I]Sonic Pink Wing blades [Ashlee 0 I] "Are you ok?" Lara asked, momentarily taking herself out of the fight to check on her roommates condition. Some light burns weren't anything to get concerned about, but Lara didn't want to deep-fry Ashlee. Ashlee's scream from above wasn't as ferocious as her earlier strikes, further confirming Lara's theory that the blond haired sonokinetic was starting to feel the pressure. Lara's lava shifted, forming a dome around Lara to take the brunt of the scream. Spoiler: Defend Hide Forcefully defending (4d3-8)[1] +2 Lara took a moment and noticed that the wave that she'd ride through the room had left much of the floor glowing with heat. It didn't take too much effort on her part to spread the lava around further, till the entire chamber was covered in an ankle deep magma flow. However, the concrete proved to be tougher than it looked, and wasn't melting nearly as fast as Lara had expected it to. Spoiler: Create Advantage Hide Flashy creating an advantage: The Floor Is Lava! (4d3-8)[-3]+3 Guess there isn't as much lava as I thought Spoiler: Creating aspect Hide Set the difficulty at +2, so you do fail. Can't think of a way to use this aspect Ashlee's favor, so I'll just say it doesn't occur. Ashlee flying overhead, waiting to strike when your guard's down, and the fact the room's so large, means you can't spread the lava far enough to be a deterrent. Ashlee lands on some of the unclaimed floor, and crouches." That's sweet of you to worry." Her voice becomes slightly lower. Her wing blades change, now enveloping her and extending. Soon, she is surrounded by what looks like a tank the size of a beetle (the car not the insect)." But I'm more worried about you." Spoiler: Like this but Neon pink Hide Spoiler: Create advantage Hide She's attempting to flashy +3 create an advantage, Sonokinetic Tank. Her sonokinetic stunt kicks in, giving her a further +2. 4d3-8+5 → [2,3,3,2,-8,5] = (7) Woo boy. Do you plan on defending against this? Either way, it's your move. GM Fate pool: 0 Scene aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee Aspects: All fired up[Lara, 0 I] Lara didn't like whatever it was that Ashlee was assembling her power into now. It was big, and pink, and probably going to cause Lara more trouble in the long run than the wings. Best put a stop to that. Lara focused, and the lava pools nearest to Ashlee stirred, forming into large, crude hands which stretched out towards Ashlee, grasping and clawing at her energy construct, trying to tear it down before it finished forming. Spoiler: Defend Hide Flashy Defense (4d3-8)[2] +3 Lara rolled her eyes at Ashlee's counter-quip, not bothering to reply. She wasn't big on the whole 'back and forth' banter in the middle of a fight, not when her time could be better spent reshaping her arm into a large magma drill, one which was larger than Lara's torso by a wide margin. Which, of course, Lara did. She then propelled her drill forward, launching it like a Heat-Seeking Radiating missile. Spoiler: Attack! Hide Flashy Attack (4d3-8)[-2] +3 Spending a Fate Point To Reroll That one. Lara's cool under pressure, she wouldn't get shaken up by Battle Action Barbie. Originally Posted by NineOfSpades Rolling my reroll since it didn't go through in the combat thread (4d3-8)[2] +3 3 Fate Points Remaining Spoiler: Create advantage Hide So Sonic Tank has one invoke on it, since it succeeded by 2. The neon flickers slightly as your lava hands try to tear it about. Ashlee raises her voice, and a blast of pink energy pushes your hands away. Spoiler: Defend Hide Maybe battle action barbie should be an aspect? I'll consider it. Flashy defend +3: 4d3-8+3 → [3,1,3,3,-8,3] = (5) Wow, that's good. You tie, so you gain a boost. Your lava rockets explode loudly against the tank. But once the smoke and fire clears, you see the tank standing strong." My turn." You can hear Ashlee's voice echo through the tank's cannon. Shortly before a sonic missile shoots out to hit you. Spoiler: Attack! Hide Flashy attack +3. 4d3-8+3 → [2,3,2,1,-8,3] = (3) Spend an invoked of 'Sonic Tank' to increase the total to 5. GM Fate pool: 1Scene aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee Aspects: All fired up[Lara, 0 I]Sonic tank[Ashlee, 0 I] Spoiler: IOC Hide You've referred to Ashlee as Lara in two consecutive posts now. I do not appreciate this. Lara stood her ground against the oncoming tank blast. The lava hands which previously tore away at the pink armor of the tank now moved to intercept the bolt, raising up to catch the energy projectile in their burning grasp. Spoiler: Defend Hide Flashy Defend (4d3-8)[2] +3 That's a Tie right there. As this happened, another pool of magma flowed through the chamber, creeping under the cumbersome tank." You know, all That tank did was give me a bigger target. BRACE YOURSELF!" With a roar, it suddenly erupted upwards, a twenty-foot tall fist of boiling stone and concrete that struck at the tank from beneath. Spoiler: Attack Hide Big Flashy Attack (4d3-8)[1] +3 I'll take my free boost The Floor is (Somewhat) Lava TO give that a +2. However, Lara is also a Hotshot freshman with more power than she can handle. I'll spend a fate point to give that a further +2 onto of the boost, for a total of 8 Spoiler: IOC Hide Through the power of editing, you can't prove anything! A tie on attack means ASHLEE gets a boost. Spoiler: Defense Hide 4d3-8+3 → [2,3,3,1,-8,3] = (4) Spend my boost to increase it to 6. She takes two shifts of stress, which she will soak with a mild consequence 'Flustered and sweaty'. It's hot in that tank right now. The tank is flipped on it's back, like a turtle who raves a bit too hard. The tank dissolves into sonic energy, before reforming in its proper form. Ashlee is panting, as the tank is reformed, even bigger with three cannons instead of one. Spoiler: Create advantage Hide She's trying to reinforce her Sonic tank aspect, creating more invokes. Flashy create advantage, +3, makes it +5 thanks to stunt: 4d3-8+5 → [2,2,1,1,-8,5] = (3) Spend a fate point to reroll, using her high concept, Bubbly Sonic Constructing valley girl. 4d3-8+5 → [2,2,3,3,-8,5] = (7) GM fate pool:1Scene aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee Aspects: All fired up[Lara, 0 I]Advanced Sonic tank[Ashlee, TBD I]Ashlee: Stress: [1][2][3]Consequences: Sweaty and Flustered[Mild] (1 invoke) Spoiler: IOC Hide My god, what is it going to take to end this fight!? I thought for sure I had it with that last attack Lara didn't give Ashlee time to fully reform her tank, instead attempting to press the advantage she had and keep the battle on Lara's terms. Clearly, ranged combat wasn't working, as the two girls seemed to be evenly matched. Perhaps by moving in closer, Lara could wear Ashlee down. As the tank began to reform, Lara charged forward, each step leaving a red-hot footprint scorched onto the cement floor." Still more worried about me!?" Lara cried as she continued to close the distance, getting right up next to Ashlee and pouring on the heat. Spoiler: Defend Hide Flashy Defense (Lara is basically a big, burning sparkler right now. Except more dangerous) (4d3-8)[-1] +3 Lara placed her hands on the shell of the tank, and pumped her elemental power outwards. Ashlee had trapped herself in a box, and Lara was going to turn it into an oven, along with the rest of the room with it. Spoiler: Advantage Hide (4d3-8)[0] +2 Lara will Cleverly create an advantage here, Hotter than Hell. The room is sealed, and Ashlee is doubly sealed inside a tank, so Lara's going to turn up the heat as high as she can and see how long Ashlee can take it before giving out. 2 Fate points Remaining Your sparkling show, while impressive, doesn't hinder the creation of the improved tank, nor it's trinity of cannons. Spoiler: Defense failure Hide It succeeded by 4, so it succeeded with style, gaining two invokes. Spoiler: Trying to prevent being broiled alive Hide Forceful +2, trying to resist the heat. 4d3-8+2 → [1,3,1,2,-8,2] = (1) You've created your advantage, hotter than hell. Ashlee screams, as rolls back on her treads away from your hands. Her cannons glow with powerful sonic energy."II'LL VISIT YOU IN THE INFIRMARY!" She yells blasting you with all 3 cannons. Spoiler: Final attack Hide Flashy attack +3 4d3-8+3 → [3,1,2,1,-8,3] = (2) She uses both her Improved Sonic Tank's invokes to add 4, so the total is +6. Describe how you defend. Then, if your not taken out, I concede. Spoiler: Concede rules Hide I get 2 fate points, 1 for conceding, and 1 for Ashlee's consequence. I give you complete narrative control over Ashlee, for ending this fight with 2 restrictions: 1. Ashlee won't surrender. You need to knock her out, either with a punch, with heat exhaustion, from her tank exploding etc. 2. You can't inflict lethal harm on Ashlee. Besides that, you have control over Ashlee for ending this fight. Go make it epic! GM fate pool:1Scene aspects:Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee Aspects:All fired up [Lara, 0 I]Advanced Sonic tank [Ashlee, 0 I]Hotter than hell [Lara, 1 I]Ashlee:Stress:[1] [2][3]Consequences: Sweaty and Flustered [Mild] (1 invoke) Lara Saw the glow as the sonic cannons prepared to fire, even through the heat shimmer rising up from the floor. Lara's arms extended, melding with the puddles of lava that spatted across the floor, drawing it upwards into a wall. There was a deep, rumbling groan as the rock quickly cooled, hardening back into stone, forming a jet black wall of obsidian. Spoiler: Defend Hide Forcefully Defending with a big wall of volcanic rock. (4d3-8)[2] +2 I'll use my free invoke for hotter than hell to say that Ashlee's beginning to succumb to heat exhaustion and its throwing off her ability to concentrate, giving me a +2 to defend. The blast reverberated through the room, and the dust cloud made it impossible to see more than arms reach away. For a moment, it was unclear who was left standing. But then the dim glow pierced the pyroclastic fog. Like hot embers over a camp fire, the light shone through, illuminating Lara, still standing there." We're going to have a fun year together"Lara said, with a genuine smile. Here she'd been, worried about getting a solid fight in for the first round, afraid she'd be unable to fully show off her skills. Now, she was just thankful that she'd gotten lucky in both her first match, and her roommate. The lava began flowing, condensing into tiny rivers and moats that slithered along the ground, returning to the girl who had created them in the first place."It's a shame only one of us is going to get to advance though!". The threads of molten stone formed together, coiling into thicker cords that twisted and writhed almost as if they were alive. Lara raised her hand, pointing it at Ashlee's tank. Responding to her will, the massive plumes of lava heaved forward, battering against the sides of the tank, the force alone was great enough to crack the cement flooring as they hammered against the pink construct again and again. Some struck from below, knocking it upwards, each strike juggling the tank through the air before circling around to hit at it again and again. With each pummeling hit, sections of the sonic force broke away, flickering out of existence as the power that maintained them was overwhelmed. As the last fragments began to yield, the magma fused together into a single mass. It almost appeared to take the form of a massive serpent, though perhaps that was just a trick of light. Engulfing the tank completely, as if the war machine were no more than a pebble in a child's fist. With a battle cry, Lara swung her hands down. The lava mimicked her motions, bringing a great crash as the tank was pile driven into the ground. And with a great sudden stillness, the battle was ended, leaving Ashlee in a small crater on the combat floor. She was burnt and singed, battered and bruised, and didn't appear conscious, but she was still breathing and would likely recover, given the schools medical capabilities. Lara herself was also in fairly decent shape. The same, however, could not be said for her uniform. Though built to withstand all manner of extreme conditions that a prospective hero might encounter, it had proven insufficient to handle the pure, elemental force that Lara radiated. Prolonged exposure to the heat from her powers had melted much of the uniform, leaving Lara half naked. Not that she cared, at least not for the time being. Certainly embarrassment at her attire would settle in before long. But for now, she was to busy enjoying her victory. Spoiler: Compel Hide I'd like to compel Lara's More power than she can handle to say she burnt off most of her uniform in the midst of the fight. While still partially dressed (by PG-13 standards), its both embarrassing and problematic given she's got more fights ahead of her and the school probably doesn't have a spare uniform that's fitted for her on hand. Even if they did, she'd probably burn through that one as well. Yes, I know the uniforms are supposed to be tough enough to handle whatever the students can throw at them. That's the point though, Lara's abilities are just that potent. Spoiler: :smallbiggrin: Hide Compel accepted. Once the fire clears, the cell door opens and a woman in a white doctor's coat, not a school uniform walks in. She looks around amazed." My word, this place looks like Pompey." She then sees you standing there." Goodness child, cover yourself!" Looking down at yourself, you see most of your uniform has burnt away, leaving barely more modesty than a bra and shorts. The woman takes off her jacket and wraps it around you." It will have to suffice. We'll see what we can do about getting you a replacement uniform." She shakes her head." And people wonder why we separate the boys and girls rankings." The doctor headed to Lara and started checking her for injuries. Head to IC thread when ready. Jennifer is standing at her position, as she waits for you to take position. Her arms are behind her back, as she stretches. The red head girl is lean, built like a marathon runner than a body builder." Combatants prepare for combat in 3, 2, 1. Go!" As combat begins, Jennifer backflips, getting some distance away from you. She ends in a crouch, and then in her hands white energy starts coalescing into a shining bow, with a glowing blue arrow ready to fire at you. Spoiler: Action begins Hide Jennifer moves first (Quick 3). She uses careful +2 to create an advantage, 'got a bead on you'. 4d3-8+2 → [3,2,2,2,-8,2] = (3) Spend a fate point to invoke her aspect, 'Know all the angles' for +2, for a total of 5. GM fate pool:2 Scene aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee One downside to this setup, is that I don't seem to have the opportunity to initiate the first move, and instead have to defend right out of the gate. Also, I think I've lost track of my fate points. Is it 3 or 4? Lastly, when can we fill in some of our unused stunts/aspects? Even though her uniform had been mostly melted into slag, Lara entered the room proudly and seemingly without concern. Indeed, even a casual glance at her showed there wasn't a scratch on her. She gave a smile and a nod to her opponent, before taking a combat-ready stance as she awaited the countdown. When the number hit zero, Lara gripped the hem of the lab robe she'd been given to help cover up. Now, she intended to use it as cover, whipping it off her shoulders with a flurry of movement as she spun on her heals. The lab coat twirled like a matadors cape, concealing Lara's position as her enemy attempted to pin down her exact location, the cloth material catching fire as it spun, ignited from the rapidly rising heat Spoiler: Defend Hide Flashy Defense: Dramatic Cape Swish! (4d3-8)[-1] +3 From under the cloak, Lara emerged, Arms turning molten once more, skin and bone and muscle giving way to obsidian and molten stone. Without the sleeves, it was easy to see the transformation, which extended almost up to Lara's shoulders. Spoiler: Create Advantage Hide I'll Recreate my "All Fired Up" Flashy Advantage from before, since it served me well last time (4d3-8)[0] +3 Originally Posted by NineOfSpades One downside to this setup, is that I don't seem to have the opportunity to initiate the first move, and instead have to defend right out of the gate. Spoiler Hide That's because in most conflicts, when deciding turn order, I choose an approach and whoever has the highest one of that approach goes first. For the combat rankings, I decided it would be Quick that was the initiative deciding approach. For ties, I decide. In other confrontations, such as ambushes, I'd use sneaky or careful. For an exam or a University Challenge (there's an idea) I'd use Clever as the deciding approach. Originally Posted by NineOfSpades Also, I think I've lost track of my fate points. Is it 3 or 4? Spoiler Hide I'm not sure either. Let's say 4. I recommend tracking your fate points below your post. Originally Posted by NineOfSpades Lastly, when can we fill in some of our unused stunts/aspects? Spoiler Hide You can fill in all Yuri aspects and your second stunt anytime once combat rankings start. Third stunt I have to ask you to hold off on. After combat rankings finish, you can put your final aspect down. As you begin to go molten, Jennifer pulls her arrow back. You see it glow like a bright sapphire. Spoiler: Defense Hide Passive defense of +0. You succeed with style. Two invokes. Jennifer suddenly releases the arrow straight at you. The arrow is as long as a harpoon, but when it comes into contact with your heat, it bursts into a wave of bright water. Spoiler: Overcome action Hide She is attempting to cleverly overcome your advantage, by hitting you with an elemental wave of water, turning your lava into solid rock, making it harder for you to move. 4d3-8+2 → [2,3,2,1,-8,2] = (2) Spend a fate point to invoke 'I’ve got all the angles', to add +2, making it +4. You need to defend against this, because otherwise it will succeed against the passive difficulty. Lara saw her opponent notch another arrow, and reacted as fast as she could, morphing one of her arms into a large gaping maw of red-hot obsidian. The waves crashed against the molten stone, which seemed to 'chew' the gushing water, sending scalding jets of steam billowing out through the chamber as the arrow boiled in the heat. Spoiler: Defend Hide Flashily Defending against the Scalding steam (4d3-8)[0] +3 Lara then rushed forward, closing the distance. She had no interest in keeping this fight at range, not when her sparring partner seemed to be reliant on her arrows to attack. Up close, Lara had the edge, and she want going to miss out on that. She made sure to choose the right angle of approach. If she just came at Jennifer head on, she might circle around. Lara wanted to use the confined space to box Jennifer in. As Lara darted left and right, she used her heat and pressure to force Jen back into a corner. No way out. Spoiler: Create Advantage Hide Lara will try to strategically move to back Jennifer into a corner, and create the Clever advantage "No room to escape". (4d3-8)[-1] +2 4 Fate Points Spoiler: narrative beats mechanics Hide Unfortunately, you didn't beat the +4, so the advantage held in place stands. Thus, you need to change your narrative around to represent the fact your lava has cooled, keeping you rooted to your spot [Or spend fate points/invokes to raise your score]. So unless you remove the aspect somehow, you won't be able to duck, or run around like you want to. Spoiler Hide Ok, I'll spend a fate point to invoke Hotshot Freshmen with more power than she can handle. Lara's got more raw power to throw around than Jennifer, so she's able to boil the water faster than it can cool her lava. +2 to defense. 3 Fate Points Spoiler: Defend against create advantage Hide Using quick at +3 to prevent you creating an advantage: 4d3-8+3 → [2,3,2,1,-8,3] = (3) She beats your score by 2. The advantage is now, "The hunted has become the hunter." but Jennifer has to invoke. Jennifer backs away from your advance, running and gunning, but each shot just missing. As you get her in a corner, she turns and runs straight at the wall, before running up it. Several feet off the ground she pushes away, before a new arrow forms, this one a clear white. In mid-backflip, she fires the arrow, which turns into a gust of air, propelling over you, until she lands crouched behind you." I'm going to put a few more holes in your little outfit." She notes, before firing an arrow at you, this one glowing light blue. Spoiler: Attack! Hide She quickly attacks at +3 with her ice arrows. Her stunt activates, An arrow for every opportunity. I gain a +2 to Quickly attack with my Elemental arrows. So +5. 4d3-8+5 → [2,1,3,1,-8,5] = (4) She spends her invoke, hunter has become the hunted, to make it a +6. GM fate pool:2Scene aspects:Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee All fired up [2 Invokes]Hunter has become the hunted [0 Invokes] Lara grimaced with frustration as she was out maneuvered, finding herself outflanked by a faster opponent. She turned, and just in time, because she was staring at another arrow being notched and leveled in her direction. Lara countered by forming a small, fortified shield out of hardened obsidian, to act as a barrier against the next attack. Spoiler: Defend Hide Forceful defend via solid shield of rock (4d3-8)[-1] +2 Ouch, only a +1 on a 6 shift attack. That's not going to work! I'll use one free invocation of "All fired up" to get a +2. The heat will help to counteract the spread of the ice. That gets me up to 3 shift hit. I'll check off my 3rd stress box. Not fun. Lara kept hold of her shield, even as the ice crept around it and stung at her exposed skin. Didn't matter if her heat melted it just as quickly, the frost stung quite a lot. While she refocused herself and steadied her stance, her free hand created a matching Spear of obsidian, jet black and razor sharp. Ranged fighting wasn't working, and she'd need to take this fight close if she wanted to continue to hold the edge. Well, either that, or just engulf the entire arena in a pyroclastic flow. But then, that'd break the rule against lethal force, since she'd seen no evidence that her opponent had any way to directly resist the heat. She could only avoid and evade. Much as Lara wanted to win, she didn't want to give anyone a reason to think she was some bloodthirsty psycho. So, that left her with only one approach: To Arms! Spoiler: Create Advantage Hide Lara will form her obsidian into a sword and shield, styled after a roman hoplite. Flashy advantage "Vulcan's Arsenal" (4d3-8)[-2] +3 Current Advantages: All Fired Up- 2 Invocations 3 Fate Points Seeing the arsenal you're creating, she attempts to shoot your weapon out of your hand. The arrow she fires is a steel gray. Spoiler: Create advantage defense Hide Defending against your creation advantage. Using Careful +2 [aiming], she gets: 4d3-8+2 → [1,3,2,1,-8,2] = (1) You create a boost, rather than the advantage. The obsidian cracks, but retains its form. You doubt it would last longer than one strike. The arrow dissolves into what looks like metal sand. Taking aim, Jennifer pulls back on the bow string and fires another arrow, this one white and wispy. Just before the arrow reaches you, it explodes, and your buffeted by a large force of wind. Spoiler: create advantage Hide She's crying to quickly create the advantage, 'knocked back' on you, at +3. 4d3-8+3 → [1,2,2,1,-8,3] = (1) GM fate pool:2 Scene aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee All fired up [1 Invokes] (You spent one to protect against the attack) Hunter has become the hunted [0 Invokes] Lara braced as the wind hit her, the lava that naturally pooled around her as she fought stirred and began moving to anchor her in place against the arrows gust. Spoiler: Defend Hide Forceful defend against the windstorm (4d3-8)[-1]+2 Tie grants A boost Lara looked at her arguments, and wasn't satisfied. She quickly began reinforcing the existing material, adding more layers onto of it to strengthen the stonework. The magma pool at her feet flowed upwards, over her body, creating armor to match her spear and shield. Spoiler: Create Advantage Hide A boost isn't good enough for me! I'll create the flashy advantage "Soldier Of Pompeii", by building on my existing armor to make it harder, better, faster, stronger. (4d3-8)[-4] +3 Use the Boost For a Reroll [roll]4d3-8[/roll] +3 All fired Up- 1 use Fate Pool: 3 Spoiler: Defending against your advantage Hide She's quickly trying to stop your advantage, by flash freezing all the armor. +3: 4d3-8+2 → [3,3,2,2,-8,2] = (4) Beat your roll by 1. Your advantage fails, and a new one is created called, "I did want to build a snowman", but Jennifer gets a free invoke. As you cover yourself in armor fitting a roman god, Jennifer pulls back her bow, and fires a bright blue arrow. As it hits your armor, a layer of frost covers the shield, before travelling down your arm, and finally over most of you, including your armor. Jennifer smirks." You know when they say, stay frosty," But rather than continue her joke, she forms a new arrow. This one appears the size of a javelin, and is green. She fires the arrow, and you see it grow into the size and form of a literal oak tree, heading straight for you! Spoiler: Attack! Hide She's quickly attacking at +3, her stunt increases this to +5. 4d3-8+5 → [2,2,1,1,-8,5] = (3) I spend a boost from the knock back boost to increase this to 5. I then spend the boost I got from 'I did want to build a snowman', to make it +7. Your move. Spoiler: Stunt note Hide Remember, you can come up with your second stunt at any time, and it would apply for this fight instantly. I consider it a form of trial by fire-you discover more about what you can do in an actual fight scenario. Or in the case of aspects, discover more about who you are. Spoiler: Stunt Hide With that in mind, I'd like to add the following Stunt to my character Superior Firepower: Because of the sheer, overwhelming force of my elemental power, I get +2 to Forcefully Attack with Lava I'm also having a bit of buyers remorse over my current To hot to handle stunt. It doesn't seem to be nearly as useful thus far as I'd have hoped. Lara's magma flared up at the challenge, forming a burning, spinning saw blade to bisect and incinerate the incoming tree. Who in there right mind would think to attack A volcano with something so readily combustible? Spoiler: Defend Hide Flashy Defense Via Magma Buzz saw (4d3-8)[-2] +3 Fate Point To Reroll, invoking Lara's Hot as she is cool aspect. She wouldn't let the pressure of the fight get to her. Lara stood strong, charging forward with a farce war cry. The lava flowed with her, like a boiling tidal wave. Closing in tight, she bashed the head against Jennifer to push her off balance, before thrusting with the spear. Not to impale the girl, that would be needlessly cruel. But to pin her in place as the magma surged forward. Spoiler: Attack Hide Forceful Attack Via 1-2 punch of spears and magma (4d3-8)[-1] +4 Free Invoke on All Fired up to raise that by +2, Spend a Fate Point on "More power than she can handle" to raise it by 2 more. Spoiler: Stress Hide So you've marked your second stress box. Would you mind posting and keeping track of your health/consequences, so I don't lose it? Your magma buzz saw, despite how impressive it looked, didn't protect you from some splinters that went near your eye. Luckily it only irritated your vision, rather than causing any damage. Spoiler: Defend against Spartan-less Hide Using Quick +3, away from your attack .4d3-8+3 → [2,3,1,2,-8,3] = (3) Take mild consequence, 'uncomfortably hot'. She gains two stress. Seeing you run towards her, she surprises you, by running straight back at you. Your shield however checks her to the ground, and you hear her wince. She quickly front flips herself just as the lava is coming-and lands on your shoulders. Suddenly you feel a pair of legs wrapped around your neck-did she put you in a leg lock? Then you see her hold out a white arrow in front of you-which suddenly expands. But instead of air blasting at you, you feel the air leaving your mouth-she's trying to choke you out! Spoiler: Weirdest create advantage yet Hide Clever +2 create advantage: 4d3-8+2 → [2,1,1,3,-8,2] = (1) Spend a fate point to invoke, 'know all the angles' and another to invoke 'hunted is now the hunter' to make a total of +5. Trying to create advantage, 'choking' on you. GM fate pool:1 Scene aspects: Concrete Walls, Unseen Referee All fired up [1 Invokes] (You spent one to protect against the attack) Hunter has become the hunted [0 Invokes] Jennifer: Stress: [1] [2] [3] Consequence: Mild 'uncomfortably hot'IOC: Just a note-this part of the match is not being televised to the boys side. For...obvious reasons.

West Private combat Rankings-Door B|rating:3.0

Rent is Due (_Castor_ and KittenKat)

The thousand arms apartment complex was one of the first that many travelers would find as they left the spaceport. It wasn't something incredibly fancy which is why it was one of the first stops for many of the systems refugees and people who didn't want to run into any imperial agents and have the law poking into what ever they were trying to do. Garraus dealt with all kind of species that came through his doors and most of the time he was able to tell just who they were with one little sniff and find their scent. He ran and owned the apartment complex where mostly non-human species lived in, but he was also one of the few creatures who would willingly rent rooms out to humans but often used them almost as his personal slaves and errand runners so that any profit they made while working was put back into his profit and keeping the humans needing him for shelter and what little pocket money they could get. Garraus just shook his head and watched as a mantis like creature was trying to make its way to the lift. "You better not be trying to sneak out and stiff me my rent, it's due." He let out a low growl as he watched the creature before he went back to the books in front of him. The work day had just finished, and it seemed like everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. At least this time Nicole wasn't the one getting into trouble since it was her moronic coworker. Still that didn't mean she escaped having to pick up the slack. That was why she was a bit later coming home then normal. Not being able to clock out at the normal time - even by a couple of minutes usually made the walk to their shared apartment longer since everyone was doing the same thing. The damn maid outfits with their short skirts and required stockings, pantyhose or in her daughters cases thigh-highs made it even worse. Inwardly she assumed their probably was a disgusting, sexist attitude that warranted all the female employees to be eye candy for the tourists. Or at least that was what it seemed like more often then not. Nicole was at least fortunate enough to be stationed in the more decent and upscale locals of the hotel. Her daughters were supposed to as well, but occasionally they were made to cover the lower levels, or worst of all the hostels where it seemed the worst of the worst scum seemed to think it was perfectly ok to take advantage of any female flesh that was nearby. As the crowded elevator came to a stop at her floor and she forced her way out her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she spotted Arrays. She swore under her breath because the one person she would vastly prefer to never see again was him. Ever since he had discovered the 4 human females living in one place he had been doing everything possible to try to get one or more of them alone with him. That was why Nicole, closed her eyes for a fraction of a second before gathering her wits and quickly walking to the door of her apartment, hoping to dodge inside before he'd be able to get in her way. Arrays looked over at Nicole and hissed as his tail tapped the floor of the office as he looked her over. "Rent is due for you as well, Just like everyone else." He went back to his books. As the doors to the lift opened up stepped out what most would call a young man but in truth he was over 300 years old. He was also one of the few creatures in the apartment complex that was a friend to Nicole. He was a free or a Rothman as Hollywood would have called him. As he walked out he had his wings wrapped around his body. " He seemed to be out and about in all hours of the day so it was normal for the Rothman to be in or out and not know what time of day or what schedule a human would take. While he was a Rothman the color patterns on his wings looked more like a butterfly. Garraus ran the apartments and made sure that his tenants would have what they need, steady heat, water and electricity, every room was furnished with table and chair and washer and dryer, the basic needs that most species needed. He had given extra to Nicole such as dishwasher and other needs for entertainment as many of those things the other alien tenants didn't need. What wasn't know was that her room was also the most bugged with cameras and audio recorders as well. He had put in when he helped her moved in. They were small that a human wouldn't be able to detect them, but they were all meant to record her and her family. Nicole had tried her very best to look as small and insignificant as she could in hopes of passing Arrays unnoticed. Unfortunately, like with so many other of her wishes it went unfulfilled. From the way his eyes lit up she knew that not only was she expected to talk, but actually slow and allow him to approach. The only reprieve that Nicole did feel was at least all she had to was stop, possibly let him "investigate" or "inspect" for contraband, and then she'd be on her way. Of course, why such a measure might be needed when she was only footsteps away from the safety of her apartment was always a mystery." Yes Arrays," Nicole said as she slowed to a stop and kept her gaze downward to be respectful. "I stopped by the office this morning and paid for two months. I have the receipts inside if you'd like to see them." "I would drop that attitude of yours while you are at it. It's not the best look on a hostess at the diner that brings in profit and with rising profit means that I can make upgrades to this place which also includes your place and all the extras that you humans need." The large lizard man flicked out his tongue as he looked over Nicole. Hearing that she had the receipts with her the large lizard man walked up to the human woman as he looked her over then nodded." Yes, I would like to see them so that I can verify what you have said." He flicked his tail out before wrapping it around her waist as he moved up behind her and flicked his tongue out against her neck as he snapped his teeth beside her ear. "Because I know very well you humans are so very skilled at deceit, and you wouldn't be trying to cheat me out of what I am due now would you?" He made sure to keep the human woman against his body as he trailed a hand up along the backside of her legs to over her ass and waist." Because if you were trying to cheat me or steal from me well then you know it wouldn't just be you being punished for your actions but that your lovely daughters would also be punished." He squeezed her ass as he kept himself against her. "Where are the receipts?" The closer Arrays got to Nicole the more tense she back and by the time he was next to her, or rather slightly behind; she was stiff as a rock statue. Nicole sincerely wished he would simply move on and leave her be. Sadly for the woman, she knew he was deliberately. He knew that she always paid her rent not only a week ahead, but usually two months at a time. A far better track record then most of the other tenants who had to be constantly reminded, harassed and often threatened if they didn't pay up." I... I told you. The receipts are inside the apartment. If you...." she's stiffening again and gasped feeling the hard, pressured weight of his tail first around her hips and then working its way around her body. His large hand following the tail in a soft, caressing manner. She gasped again as the hand abruptly pulled the ends of her skirt out from where it was tucked into her skirt. This time her breath hitched much more sharply and her body quivered. The coolness of Arrays' large hand chilled her warm skin in a manner that was almost welcome. Quickly Nicole tried to think through her admittedly few options because she knew if she didn't come up with a pleasing answer. Whether she physically had the receipts would be a moot point. She would be punished - and likely taken sexually along with at least one of her daughters. That seemed to be his latest sick and twisted fantasy.; although she would never say those words anytime he could possibly hear." Like I s-said, Sir. The receipt confirmations are inside my apartment," she said for a second time and kept her annoyance out of her voice. "I... I can give you the ID numbers. N-D3038 and N-D3038." Arrays looked at Nicole before stepping away as he uncoiled his tail away from her body. "Well, If they are inside like you claim they are then you will have no problem when we come in, and you go and fetch them." He watched her waiting for her to right herself and open the door so that he could review the checks to make sure everything she was saying was legit. Though it wasn't like he really needed an excuse to enter the apartment since he owned the building and the hotel where the women worked at so if he wanted to enter he could. Though most of the time it wasn't needed as he did keep it bugged by hidden cameras around and the unseen one that hovered around Nicole whenever Gar sent her out to perform for clients. Inside the apartment Astor was cooking up some wonderful smelling food while the youngest Jacob was beside Astor watching him, Just like any other Alien his aging was much different from that of humans. He was around 250 which to his race was still young maybe 20 or so, He had been one of the few to make friends with Nicole's kids, especially Zoey but then after some time him and Zoey had a falling out, and they barely spent time together, but he always tried to keep an eye on Zoey and try to keep her out of trouble. He yawned as he started to fire up the stove and the oven so that everything could be tossed in and cooked up. His race where cat like and preferred to be in the heat but unlike many of his kind his tail was stubbed due to an accident when he was younger. Nicole closed her eyes for a moment, disguising the motion as a blink. Inwardly she felt almost sick knowing that once they went inside Arrays was most certainly going to be demanding much more. Yet no matter how much she wished things would be different she knew there was nothing she could do, not without risking being thrown out or worse. And yet, as horrible and disgusting as Arrays tended to be towards her daughters and her, their standard of living was quite a bit higher than most others. And most of all, at least he didn't hurt any of them. That was why Nicole nodded her head twice before gently freeing herself from his tight grasp. She knew Arrays wouldn't fully release her but at least she had enough freedom to press her hand against the security pad. A moment later the lock audibly disengaged, and she opened the door, holding it open for her guest. Even though she wasn't inside already the smells of prepared food wafted outward from the kitchen. Nicole couldn't help but smile a little since it meant that Astor was hard at work." Hello Astor, it smells wonderful as usual," Nicole said while trying to keep a happy face up for the benefit of the younger children. From the corner of her eye she glanced at the clock. One of her daughters was due to be home any minute. She hoped that this would be one of those rare occasions where she would be held up and late. As much as Nicole hated whatever Arrays did to her, she always felt a million times worse when one of her beloved children received the same treatment. Arrays followed in after Nicole into the apartment as he was able to pick up on the scent of the food that was being cooked up by Astor who was by far one of the best cooks around this domed city. It's why he paid a rather generous pay to the Karl and paid his legal fees so that he could continue to live and work outside the Karl Empire which was rare to let any of their citizens live and work off planet unless permission was given by the empire." What are you waiting for, it's best that you produce and stop wasting my time." His temperament was starting to sour and Tyrannosaurs were not known for being patient nor were they known for their kindness, instead they had a rather known reputation for being rather ruthless and harsh with anyone they dealt with or felt that were inferior to them. Watching Nicole he flicked his tail against the ground while waiting for her to bring out the receipts. Astor knew to keep Jacob out of Arrays's way and wrath as he had the young man working on the dinner for the rest of the family while he knew that Avery was resting in her and Jacob's room but that Lia, Hayden and Zoey were still out working at the hotel and under who knows what kind of conditions they were being put through on a regular basis. Out in the hotel on the 3rd floor Malakai, A rather mean and sometimes dangerous Lupe-Narrow who had bit of a temper and many times got away with things that others would suffer Gar's wrath from. He started focusing on the young human's ass that was currently bent over a cleaning cart. Every other room would have been bugged for security purposes but for Malawi he was able to get away with other things such as having no surveillance of his room. While he was the main handyman/mechanic of the hotel and diner. He was also the strong man for Arrays and would throw out people who were trying to not pay their rent or were causing trouble for the other guests. Malakai moved up and leaned over Lia as he snapped his teeth beside her ear while a clawed paw quickly moved to squeeze her breasts hidden behind her uniform while his tail wrapped around her waist and his other paw rested on her ass. "Little late today to be cleaning, aren't you Lia?" He squeezed her ass before letting his hand slip up under her skirt. Hearing the attitude that came from Arrays this time Nicole couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. This time she shrugged and twisted a bit harder and was successful in freeing herself from Arrays's grasp. Quickly she walked into the other room and went to where their safe was located. Having long known about the camera's working with her daughters and a few close friends they had moved the large safe into the closest, out of the all-seeing eye of the lens above. Since it required, palm print, retina identification along with conventional, numeric entry it was one of the few very areas and things in the apartment that truly was "owned" and "controlled" by the family. In a second she opened the safe, pulled out the receipts and closed it again, making sure the locks engaged. Long ago, she knew even having receipts wasn't a guarantee that was why she's always insisting on getting multiple copies - in case someone ran off with them, and she was left without any proof of payment. Returning to the other room she offered the receipts to Arrays, making sure he received the holographic insignia's first since they were all but impossible to falsify and certified the authenticity.*****For most of the day Lia was able to about her job with little hassle and interference. She only had an hour more to go when she, by chance encountered Malakai. She didn't miss the way his eyes lit up or the excitement that filled his face as he quickly made his way over to her. Lia wished for what had to be the millionth time that he would just leave her alone. She didn't have a clue what his fascination with her or with her family happened to be, but it was quickly becoming much more than a pain and annoyance. She couldn't stand the way his grimy hands played up and down her body and before long couldn't resist working their way beneath. When grabbed her and prevented her from resuming her duties only then did Lia try to shrug and pull away. She turned away from him, face twisted into an expression of disgust and horror. "Can't you ever leave me alone? Is it that hard to find a girl or partner who actually likes you and what you do willingly rather than you're having to take by force anything you like?" sneered Lia, among females Malakai was legendary for his antics and not in a positive or good way. Arrays looked at the receipts and the holographic insignia that was proof they were real and valid as he pulled out a small device from his pocket to make sure that everything had been recorded as he flicked his tail bit waiting for the system to approve or deny the information and once it did send everything to his system he nodded and handed Nicole back the receipts so that she could put them away once Arrays was done with her. "This also is for you." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small envelope and slid it over to her, it had the bonus credits that she would get from being sent out on other tasks for gar, more often then not it was made from the videos of him whoring her out with the small hidden camera that would follow her and record all of those that he would send her out with." So there is your split of the profits that were made, Though your know could send you out tonight you always have such a request on you as of late, or we could stay in hmm?" He watched her as he walked around her and ran a clawed hand down along her sides as the large lizard man flicked out his tongue over her face while his tail flicked at her legs.****Malakai watched Lia and grinned as he squeezed her ass while he kept his tail wrapped around her waist keeping her against his body as he leaned against her and nipped at her neck while he ground his crotch up against her ass. "I do because despite how much you squirm and fight, in the end you always end up in my bed begging for me not to leave you." Laughing he brought his hand over her breasts and squeezed them before slipping his hand inside of her uniform to squeeze her breasts hidden behind her Bra as he watched her reactions. "Although I'm sure your younger sister would be much more agreeable, don't you think so?" He laughed as he pressed himself against her body. The process of verification always took a moment and somewhat of a toss up whether Arrays was willing to concede that Nicole was being honest and simply trying to protect and provide for her family versus merely spurring away his interests and touch. That was why she secretly let out a sigh of relief when he gave her back the receipts along with the credit chips. With a nod of thanks she wiggled away from his venturing tail and claws and dashed off to the safe. Quickly locking everything away before returning to Arrays again lest he grow bored and decide to involve her daughters or worse. Upon hearing the choices Nicole knew Arrays was more than aware which option she would choose. She may not like his touch but Arrays was seldom likely to harm or injure her. Perhaps most importantly than even that, he was clean, and although he had questionable tastes, largely allowed her to live in peace. And even more critically than anything else, he wouldn't hurt her loved ones or throw them out since he'd lose his individual biggest source of revenue." I'd... I'd like to spend time with you Arrays. Furthermore, I can bring a few things and meet you in your penthouse in say, 20 minutes?" questioned Nicole.*** few things = costumes and/or clothing********The growl that escaped Lia's lips was out before she could think to stop it. And with it came the burst of anger she was known for. Having participated in martial arts since she was old enough to walk Lia - more so than anyone else in her family - was a powerhouse of physical strength and abilities. All of that training, capability and vengeance was focused on Malakai as she lashed out in a combination of hands, arms, legs and feet that would seek not only to rid herself of the tail restraining her movement, end the lips that were running up and down her neck and for good measure add two black eyes and a harsh knee and kick to a rather sensitive part of the male's anatomy." You lay asinglefinger canyon my sister's, and I'll make it my mission to kill you," threatened Lia in a tone and intent that meant it was much more than a promise. She had a long history with Malakai and for whatever reason, he has still gotten it through his head that she was still his. Despite her trying to "convince" him - convince being beating him senseless, time and time again. Unfortunately for her, his species recovered far more quickly then she could possibly cause damage. "I don't care if you heal a thousand times faster than me, you hurt ANYONE I care about, and I'll be the last thing you ever see!" Arrays watched Nicole head back to the safe to put the receipts away and came to answer his ultimatum and just laughed to himself as he looked her over. "Well, I know there will be a few disappointed viewers but I'm sure we can give them something to make up for it." He started to head for the door before looking at Nicole. "I would also advise cleaning up and make yourself look good." He then turned away from the mother of the family before walking out of the apartment and out to his penthouse. Astor looked at Jacob and sent him off to wake his sister as it was getting close for dinner to be ready. "I'll make sure they all eat up and would you want me to make up a plate for you and keep it warm for you when you get back?" Of course, he knew that Nicole may not even make it back till the early morning hours but then again that was by design of what Arrays had the woman do.----Malakai growled bit before lashing out and grabbing Lia by the throat as he placed a claw under her chin pressing against her skin as he looked at her. "Are you threatening me human? A Human threatening a creature, Is that what you are saying hmm? If I remember correctly that's punishable by prison time, and attempted assault. My dear little human you are just digging your own grave. You also forget that I could let it slip that you are taking Net classes to try and learn when you know it's against the law for your kind to try and have any sort of education. Not after the fiasco of what you humans did in causing the war with the Drew." Laughing Malakai looked at Lia as he held her by her throat as his tail slipped back up under her skirt and wrapped around her legs. "If I were you I'd be picking your next words very carefully human." The longer Arrays spoke the more Nicole felt ill and like vomiting, preferably all over her landlord's face. Whenever she started to feel the frustration, hostility and anger become to great to control she plays out small, scenarios of what could happen in her mind. None of them were terribly long and each had a very common trend. The star feature was Arrays being completely humiliated and disrespected. Of course, she had to be very careful not to allow any possible trace of what was going through her mind. Even the slightest smile, or much worse, laughter would be tantamount to suicide. Still, it was enough for Nicole to make it through the next few minutes and Arrays leaving without incident. And that meant Nicole finally had some - albeit short - amount of time to herself. After seeing Arrays out Nicole walked to her room, giving Astor a grateful smile and kissing Jacob on the top of the head. "Please put a plate in the fridge for when I get back. There's no telling how long I'll be, so don't wait up for me," said Nicole before disappearing into her room. On her way grabbing clothes suitable for Arrays and disappearing into the bathroom for a shower. Part of a routine that Nicole was all too familiar; it was a role that she prepared for with startlingly ease. In the same way a dancer practiced choreography, so did she from managing time with her family. Picking out the clothes she needed. To finally showering, dressing, makeup and finally arriving outside Arrays door to knock. With exactly one minute to spare.*****If Malakai had hoped to intimate Lia he was very disappointed. Not only was Lia not worried in the least, she contemptuously rolled her eyes at him. "Must we go through this every. Single. Time," she said in the most bored tone she could possibly come up with. "We both know you're not going to seriously harm a hair on my head. And you'd never, ever turn me in because you'd lose your favorite fuck toy. After all, we both know you get bored with all the other girls you chase." Before Malakai could painfully squeeze or worse, puncture her throat Lia had pried his claws off her skin and had freed herself. "After all, the other girls either lick your feet like the obedient pets you expect, performing tricks and hoping for a treat. Or, they scream and cry in terror, doing nothing but giving you a migraine and an even worse attitude since you always seem to hunt me down afterward." As quickly as Lia had worked her way out of Malakai's grasp the freedom was short-lived. He chuckled and merely used his other arm and claw to grab the girl again. This time his claw was extended, sharp and threatening. The tip pointed dangerously inwards against the soft, flesh of her neck and throat. More than enough for her to feel but not pressing inwards to draw blood. Regardless, Lia immediately understood just how vulnerable she was at this moment and decided not to physically attack; for now. Even if that were true, Lia was more than content and ready to try to humiliate and mock her supposed superior, even further. That was her original plan but upon feeling Malakai's tail around her ankles, spreading them apart and moving upwards she groaned at the tension that was suddenly being placed on her lower limbs. "That.... that war was years before I was born. Besides.... it's not like your much better than me. After all, if I recall correctly the Drew own your sorry ass too," smiled a giggling Lia, knowing it was a very sore spot with Malakai. She knew that in all likelihood she'd paid dearly for her moment of fun, but she also knew from experience Malakai would take such a comment personally. And while her bruises would fade, his displeasure would last far longer and that made everything worthwhile. Astor looked at Nicole before she headed to her bedroom to get herself ready as he went back to cooking the family meal for the rest of the women in the family as he knew that Hayden, Zoey and Lia hadn't returned home yet from working around the hotel that Arrays owned and ran. He sighed bit as he started to set plates and food out for the family keeping them warm on the table so that when the women came home they would still be nice and warm. Garraus was in the living room of his penthouse when he heard the door buzzer going off letting him know that his human had arrived. He tapped a few buttons on the controller in the couch letting one of his floating AI bots to answer the door and let Nicole in though it did stand in her way when she got in as it scanned her for any hidden weapons, It wasn't that he was concerned about any guest trying something but because he was part of the Brando Mob, the Brave or the Brotherhood, and they did have some enemies, but it is also why he lived so well and was able to do some rather unlawful things and yet the law would never come to the hotel unless Arrays wanted them to.---- Malakai looked at Lia and growled bit when she brought up the Drew, The Coupe-Garroue home world had a pact of non-aggression, The war started when humans found the ability to be able to travel past their own solar system and the Drew saw them as a plague that needed to be eradicated but the coupe-Garroue confederacy more just acted as neutral though there were some suspicions that some were offering up humans during the war if they came to them for shelter. He kept his claw pressed against the underside of her chin and growled as he grabbed her and shoved her into the room they were beside and dragged her to the wall pinning her against it pushing her face against the wall as he yanked down her hose as he gripped her ass roughly. When the electronic indicator on the door handle glowed green Nicole went inside. She followed the hallway passed the kitchen and into the living room where she spotted her landlord. Arrays, a creature of habit was exactly where he was always when she visited. By now she knew exactly what he wanted and what he expected. Instead of sitting on the couch next to him, she walked until she was still within easy reach but a few feet in front of him. For a moment they were face to face before she slowly twirled in place. The soft, silk-white robe she was wearing flared upwards and exposed the matching white stockings she had selected.***This time when Malakai grabbed Lia he wasn't nearly as lenient. The claw was pressed directly against her jugular and the skin turned red as he put pressure against her soft throat. A pink line followed in the claws wake as she tried to squirm. She twisted her neck this way and that to try to get away from such a vulnerable position. Unfortunately for her, she only ended up switching one stance for a less desirable one. Before Lia realized what was happening Malakai had forced her past the threshold of the door and into his room. Before Lia could think to break free and out back into the relative safety of the hotel hallway, the door closed behind the pair with an audible hiss. "You bastard!" she swore, only to be stunned as she was shoved into the wall. Although she tried not to, Lia couldn't help but tremble as she felt Maladies's cold hands and claws pull down the thin protection her pantyhose offered. One hand traced the contour's of her ass, moving from her tailbone down the gentle curve of her buttocks to where her hips and thigh met. "Please! Just let me go!" Lia desperately tried. "I need to get back to work!" Arrays looked at Nicole as she walked in and began to show off her attire. Looking over her, he flicked his tail. "well, well aren't you looking good." He got up from the couch and started to move around Nicole before he stood behind her and let his hands slide along her sides while his tail flicked at the bottom of her robe and flicked it up playfully to expose the back of her stocking clad legs and thighs. "You know some would pay quite a high amount for a night with you, with you here you know I am losing a good chance at getting some profit off of you." He let his hands wander over her body as he gave her ass a playful squeeze while his other hand slid to the front of her robe and started to squeeze her breasts beneath her outfit as he flicked his tongue out and against her neck while his tail wrapped around her waist pulling her against his body.-----Malakai kept Lia pushed up against the wall as he pawed her ass before he reached down to unzip his pants while he used his other hand to keep Lia pinned. "Go ahead and yell all you want, as loud as possible. No one will come for you because no one will hear you and even if they could no one would come and help a human." Once he fished his cock out of his pants he rubbed his dick against the hot flesh of her legs and thighs while he used a tail to wrap around her leg and pull her even more spread as he kept rubbing himself against her body. "Hmm now which hole should I enjoy first hmm?" It was a forgone conclusion that he was going to rape each hole she had and use her body for his own pleasure for the night, but he enjoyed tormenting her making her wonder just which he would use first the ass or her pussy.----Astor looked over seeing the front door opening and Zoey and Hayden walk into the apartment. He knew that no matter the day good or bad almost everything was forgotten the moment someone would walk in and smell his cooking. It was one of the reasons that the diner was so popular during business hours was because of Astor's good cooking. "Clean up you two, dinner is almost ready." Jacob in his room looked at Avery resting in bed and moved and laid down beside her wrapping his arms around her as he nuzzled against her neck and gently kissed at her neck. "Hun, dinner is almost ready so it's best that you get up and get ready for dinner." He held onto his sister and kept her close as due to having to share a room with her when they moved in it cause the two of them to become very close. Why Arrays would always start their "sessions" with an appeasement of how much he could receive if he lent her out, Nicole didn't know. Whether this was implied as some sort of failed threat, she didn't know. After all, since their relationship had become more personal Arrays had significantly cut down on the number of nights he allowed Nicole to spend that didn't involve his company. Nicole was far from happy over the arrangement, but she also knew it could be many times worse which was why she, for the most part, didn't complain. That was also why Arrays had her obedience and was why she didn't protest the way his tail and then hands stroked curiously over her body. Even as his fingers sought out and found her nipples, rolling and pinching the hard tips as they hardened. Ideal or not the one thing Nicole didn't necessarily have an issue with was Arrays's talent for knowing and playing the human female body. At least - usually - she did get a rather substantial amount of enjoyment out of what he did and this was usually the beginning. That was why she covered his hands with her own and pressed back against Arrays. A sigh escaping her lips as he continued to massage and caresses her breasts.*****Lia was sorely tempted to do exactly that but knew Malakai was taunting her for specifically that reason. She was determined not to give him the pleasure, at least not for now because one thing he was good at was causing pain. Lia knew that one way or another she was going to be screaming. She had tried previously to fight every chance she got and quickly figured out that this was wasted energy. That was why - at least for the moment - she didn't protest or try to evade his touch. Still, Malakai had long ago learned not to underestimate Lia and as a result he didn't let up on his grip of her wrists, keeping them captured with one hand. He used his leg and foot to kick her legs apart. A pleasant side effect of this was also to give his tail more room to place and explore. Something which clearly Lia didn't appreciate since she tried to squirm away with what little leverage she still possessed.*****Avery, despite having intended not too had ended up nodding off. And when Jacob tried to wake her up she was very much less than enthusiastic. That was why she tried to ignore him by turning over. Unfortunately he knew most of her tricks, and he carefully pulled her back, and only then did her eyes wearily open. "Time for dinner already?" Arrays kept Nicole close to his body as he worked her over knowing just where to touch and tease and torment Nicole. Unlike the many other alien creatures he sent Nicole to bed and fuck with he knew just where to touch and handle her body from the years of dealing with Nicole. He nipped at her neck while he kept her body close to his own while his tail lifted the back of her dress as he used a hand and reached down and unzipped his pants before fishing his cock out and rubbing it against her warm flesh and stockings. After a while he gripped Nicole's shoulders as he lined himself up against her pussy before he pushed himself up and inside of her quickly filling the woman up as he started to push against her as he moved and pushed her over his couch as he kept pushing his hips against her own driving his cock deeper into her before bottoming out and pulling out bit then sliding back into her.-----Malakai kept playing with Lia as he used his tail to tease both her pussy and her ass as he kept her pinned against the wall. "Hmm maybe we should invite your other sisters.maybe Hayden or Zoey, yeah Zoey does have a nice ass too." He then pressed his cock against Lia's ass and grinned feeling the thin material of her pantyhose rub against his cock. "Though not as good as yours." With that said he used his tail to pull down her hose and slowly side his cock up her ass.------Jacob looked at Avery then gently kissed her and laid against her for bit before sitting up. "Yes baby it's time to get up for dinner." He lightly brushed some strands of her hair away from her eyes as he says up in their bed and watched her. "So wake up and then lets head out so we can enjoy the good food that Astor made for us and I think Zoey and Hayden are home." Nicole might not like the reality of her family or her situation, but she also felt like she couldn't complain too much. By and large they had it considerably better and easier than the overwhelming majority of humans in their position. What was much more confusing to her than even the former was that even if she may hate Arrays she couldn't deny that he was quite good at sex and giving pleasure. Her feelings of like or dislike did very little to dissuade what she felt and how she responded to him. That was why she complied and let him position her body exactly the way he wanted before she worked with him and in one, quick thrust pushed her hips downwards. Nicole immediately gasped and then cried out as Arrays rotated his hips forward before gripping her hips and pushing her off, then back on and repeating the pattern over and over again. The older woman couldn't help but continually gasp and moan, her cries growing louder as Arrays continued to thrust faster and faster.*****Lia bit down on her lip to keep herself from commenting. She knew that from the point of when Malakai gripped her wrists there was usually only a minute or two before he was forcing something - whether its was a tongue, fingers or worse - inside of her. And just as expected a moment later she felt the semi-rough texture of his tail maneuver between her thigh and just when she thought he was going to enter her pussy he shifted, the tip of his tail plunged deep into her ass. This time Lia couldn't help but scream. Immediately her entire body tensed and then fought against the larger male, trying to pull away as the tail wiggled and writhed within her hot, tight passage.****The warmth coming from Jacob was quite tempting and Avery groaned as she closed her eyes and rested her head against his for a moment. She only opened her eyes again when she felt him pulling the hair away from her eyes, uncovering her face. Only then did Avery decide it was time to move, although this time she thought it was much easier to be lazy and clung to Jacob as he got up. With practiced ease she allowed her brother to maneuver both of them up and then out of bed and only then did resign to be set down on the floor, standing on her own two feet." I guess you're right," Avery said as she stretched, the t-shirt becoming taunt over her chest for a brief moment. "Any idea what Astor made this time?" Harris held onto Nicole and kept pushing his cock into her as he held her by her hips and after a few good thrusts he shifted and pushed her down onto the couch as he started to push more and more into the woman. Looking down at her as he squeezed her breasts underneath her as he kept her pressed up to his couch." Don't forget your schedule tomorrow, Yourself, Zoey, and Hayden have dinner duty while Lia and Avery are to work at the hotel." He pushed his cock as deep as he could into Nicole while he played with her breasts and licked at her neck. He kept his tail wrapped around her waist to keep her close to his body."Also, your viewers want to see a few requests and I thought why not. So one thing they would like to see is you teasing Astor from time to time. Really get into it and then the second thing is they want to see is you finding a young customer, taking him to the back then fucking the customer, maybe a storage room or the bathroom." He laughed before pushing himself as deeply as he could into the woman and gave her ass a squeeze. "Is that understood?"----Malakai pushed his tail deeper into Lia while she squirmed around. He enjoyed himself hearing her scream while his tail raped her ass. "Well I guess that just leaves one other hole to fill up." He released her wrists for only a second as he grabbed her by her waist and marched/forced her over to the bed and pushed her up onto the bed with her on her back, his tail pushing up her ass. He looked at her and grinned pinning her hands again as he shifted bit and lined up his cock before pushing into her pussy as he licked at her neck.-----Jacob looked at Avery and smiled and held her close. "Not sure what he made but I can tell you one thing." He kissed her and gave her ass a playful squeeze. "Whatever it is, isn't as good as you." He then released her to let her fix her hair and make her self presentable for dinner as he did the same combing out his hair before he turned to look at her. "I'll see you out in the dining room." He smiled then headed out of their bedroom and walked to the dining room table and started to set plates and cups and silverware out for his family. Nicole could quickly feel her body turning on and responding to Harris. Already she was a symphony of gasps and moans as the wonderfully hard and long cock thrust in and out of her wet hole. And just when she thought she couldn't take much more of this position than Harris quickly guided her on to the couch and positioned her on to her hands and knees. With one hard, push the male grabbed her hips at the same time he thrust forward, spearing her again and again in one go. Already near her limit from what Harris was doing before, Nicole could feel herself explode in orgasm. She screamed out her pleasure even as Harris continued. Only once she had climaxed on his cock did Harris lay out his wants and needs. Why exactly he seemed to always choose this moment Nicole never knew. In some ways she was almost thankful he did because it always made agreeing so easy. All she had to do was simply nod, and say yes. After all, there wasn't much point in denying that she couldn't stop the demands. If she protested any action Harris wouldn't approve of would only harm those she cared about or herself - and in the end whatever was causing distress would happen anyway. That was why she nodded several times before panting out a quick, "Yes, I. I understand." Whatever she was thinking about saying further was cut off by her sharp inhaling as his tail started to work it way inwards past the tight ring of muscle. Involuntarily she arched her back and leaned her head away from Harris, giving him more room to lick and nibble at her skin.******Avery enjoyed the closeness for a moment before wincing in mock pain as he hit her ass. In retaliation, she spun around to do the same to Jacob, but he was already gone. Shaking her head she vowed to get him back eventually and quickly turned to her dresser. She ran a quick brush through her hair, straightened out her clothes slightly and then walked out to the dining room." It smells great, as always," she said before taking a seat across from where Jacob usually sat. Arrays held himself up against Nicole as he pushed his cock as far as he could into her warm and tight pussy as he kept her pinned underneath his larger body as he kept her pressed into the couch he had in his room before he gripped onto her hips and started to release himself into her as he groaned and gave her ass a playful swat while his tail worked her over as well. He enjoyed tormenting the Human woman before he finally pulled himself away from her as he walked over to his kitchen pantry and pulled out a bottle before he waked over and sat down on the couch looking Nicole over. "Now come over here and get me hard again and start sucking me off like a good obedient little pet.-----Astor looked at Avery as she sat Opposite of Jacob like she always did and smiled. "Well I am glad you like it little miss, I'm just lucky my parents knew how to cool well and taught that skill on to me." He then finished setting everything down for dinner and went to go sit down at his seat while he waited for everyone else to get home. The requests that Arrays asked of her varied widely. Sometimes they were fairly ordinary and mundane whereas others were exceptionally perverted and humiliating; pushing the very limits on what she could or would do. Even with someone she trusted who wasn't going to deliberately make her cry or scream from being hurt versus pleasure. Fortunately that wasn't a very frequent request and even when it turned up her master seldom allowed such activities. After all, one couldn't make money if they were recovering. Still, Nicole wasn't happy with what he was asking her to do. Though, Nicole had long ago learned not to voice her complaints because it would only lead to something she'd desire even less. That was why she nodded her head in affirmation and then sighed as her sex stretched wide, and the tension began to get painful. She softly groaned and spreading her feet and legs further apart to try to relieve the pressure. That was when Nicole couldn't help but scream as Arrays used his tail, still deep within her sex, to pull her closer. The pain, only lasted a moment, but it brought her immediately to her knees. Nicole was even less happy being called "pet" or "little pet" but after what he had just done wasn't willing to test Arrays's patience. Instead, she gripped the base of Arrays dick and then adjusted her position on the floor a bit before licking at the head. She did this for a moment and then wrapped her lips over the head, still licking at the tip as she slowly moved her head downwards.****Hungry Avery stood and quickly served up the food that was assembled on the table. Once everyone had a large portion she made a plate for herself too and returned to her seat. "Mom wasn't sure when she'd be getting back. And it looks like the others were held up too." From experience the general rule was not to wait, one never knew how long the other family members would be delayed. Since this tended to happen quite often no one was offended when those present started (or even finished) dinner without them. Arrays watched Nicole and grinned as his licked his lips feeling her starting to work over his cock while he ran a hand through her hair. "There we go that's a good girl." His tail wrapped around her ankle as he enjoyed her warm mouth. "I've also heard that there will be a VIP coming to the hotel so you and your girls will also do your best to make sure they are kept in the best accommodations and that you and your girls will do everything possible to make sure that he is in a good mood while he stays here is that understood?" The large Tyrannosaur watched his human woman work his cock over while he gave her new orders as well. The well-placed and hidden cameras that always followed Nicole around would make sure that they recorded everything that she was doing.--------Astor looked up as the main door opened and what appeared to be a rather haggard Lia was at the door. Jacob looked over at his sister and sighed knowing that something happened tonight and that it probably wasn't a good idea to try and ask her what happened or even bring it up, but he did care about his older sister. For reasons that Nicole never fully understood Arrays always seemed to like fucking her with his tail while she was taking his hard cock in her mouth. And, if he had his way as he almost always did, usually enjoyed making her choke and gag as she was forced to deep-throat him. For the time being Arrays gave no indications on what he wanted or would have preferred, so Nicole went with what she was comfortable with, and hopefully he'd enjoy. That was why she diligently licked at the small slit before moving her mouth up and down. Each time she came up she'd almost entirely remove her mouth and just as she started down. And when she did, she pursed her soft lips tightly together hoping they'd provide the same pleasure as a virgin's, warm wet cunt as she moved along his length. Apparently this was the right thing to do because Arrays moaned in contentment even as Nicole had to hold back her scowl of frustration and irritation. Whenever Arrays had VIP's, and they were expected to 'entertain' rarely was it ever a pleasant experience. Arrays must have picked up on her unhappiness because abruptly Nicole felt the hand that had been in her hair grab it harshly in a fist. His other hand appeared and mercilessly pushed down causing Nicole to gasp and cough around his cock. The muscles in her throat spasming along his hard shaft. Nicole's exclamation of pain and discomfort caused Arrays a lot of joy because he seemed determined to make it happen again and again. This time he used the middle section of his tail to wrap around her ankles and pull downwards. Although she was riding his tail the new tension made her move further down its' length. Her exclamations of discomfort and unhappiness transferring as vibrations and pulsed along his cock.***The noise from the hall attracted Avery's attention. She looked up and was surprised to see Lia occupied by Astor. From the very careful and deliberate ways Lia was moving it didn't take a genius to figure out what had occurred. That was why she stood and walked over to her sister, glaring at Astor the entire way; a silent command to back off and go away. Fortunately Astor seemed to get the message and returned to the dinner table. Not wanting to cause further pain Avery allowed Lia to lean against her as they walked together towards the bathroom. Another few minutes passed before the sound of running water could be heard and Avery re-appeared. "Sorry to kick you to the side like that, but she needed the space. Just... give her some time to herself, let her get cleaned up, and she'll be ok," concluded Avery as she resumed eating.

Rent is Due (_Castor_ and KittenKat)|rating:2.0

Hard Knock Life

Hard Knock Life (closed thread)Chapter One: Old Lessons and New Beginnings__________ The bus was rolling through the streets of the abandoned city, it's bloody sunrise being able to be seen through the smoky haze lingering in the air. The driver-a young women looking as if she was freshly out of her teenage years, was sucking down her third cigarette, having lit it up mere seconds after putting out her second. It was met with a lot of protest from the current riders, though all they received for their protesting and complaints was a harsh, 'shut the fuck up', and a cold glare through the driver's mirror. The current riders of the bus had seemingly nothing in common with each other. Their ages ranged from just barely able to vote, to maybe they might make it in a bar without getting carded. Likewise, there was an equal mixture of genders amongst the group, with some being difficult to tell which way they leaned. Really, the only thing they had in common at all was the unmistakable-haunted look in their eyes. A look that was only earned through years of seeing untold horror, of living in a harsh concrete jungle and surviving off of the scraps that were left behind by the privileged, or perhaps being cunning enough to run their own game. A look that said, while they may not have fought in the wars of men, they had certainly felt the pain of watching comrades die in their arms, or lost something so precious that a piece of their soul was ripped from their very being, never to be returned. It was a look of madness and sorrow; a look that could only be recognized amongst themselves, as the rest of the world slept peacefully under their covers, blissfully unaware as to the nightmares and horrors they had all seen. That theystillsaw. And this was the reason that they had been gathered. The reason that they had been offered, and in some cases, almost forced, to come join an elite group of people whose goal was similar to other secret organizations-save humanity. Or at the very least, try to curb the amount of suffering that it was experiencing on a nightly basis. Rothhad chosen a seat in the bus that wasn't quite at the back, but was very close to it. With his back leaned against the cool metal of the rolling vehicle, and his long legs spread out over the seat, he occupied himself with a sketchpad in his lap. The drawing only slightly held his curiosity, as his ears were sharp, and his purple eyes would occasionally come up to glance at the other occupants, taking in as much detail about them as he could with those quick looks. He was quiet, only speaking when spoken to, and he tried to let the way his shoulders slumped back against the window give a facade of simply being too exhausted to interact with the group. In the row opposite to him, just a seat up, two young men were slumped in their chairs as well. One of them was asleep, leaned slightly against the window, and the other seemed to just be staring ahead with a worn out look. Roth wasn't surprised by the look, as for most, if not all of them, this was their regular bedtime. The rising of the sun meant safety-the only time they could sleep without having to have someone watch their back, and he himself was pretty tired as well. What was keeping him up was the need to learn and the excitement of seeing an old friend. A harsh bump in the road shook the bus so hard that the driver let's out a curse, and for just a second, he questioned if the bus was going to flip over. It corrected itself, but not before a lot of dexterous rocking, and after, many of the occupants were stirring from their sleep." Hey, you. You're finally awake." Roth glanced up, his dark ringed eyes going to the young man opposite him. He was looking over at his companion, who seemed to have bumped his head pretty harshly against the metal, as he was now rubbing it with his left hand and scowling." I swear to god man," the newly awakened boy growled." If you make a fucking Skyrim OK-""You were trying to cross the border, right?" Suddenly the young man was standing up, and his companion cringed as he tried to escape his rough hands. Escape he could not, however, and soon enough his shirt was pulled up over his head, and his arms were roughly stuffed inside of it, almost tearing the flimsy cotton in the process. From the front of the bus, a loud yell could be heard as the driver told him to sit his ass down unless he wanted to be the first one put on cleaning duty at the facility. That sparked Roth's interest, as he hadn't been given a lot of details as to just where they were being taken, but the fact that a facility was involved meant that the place was likely bigger than he had first imagined. His eyes turn back to his sketchpad, his creamy pale hands quickly working to erase the last few lines he had drawn and then work back over them with the pencil, building a more accurate mental map. He briefly wondered how far off his picture would be, compared to the real deal. When he was done making his adjustments, he let himself relax and stare out through the haze, his sight being drawn to broken concrete rubble, and a few abandoned cars in a junkyard. The scuffle behind him failed to draw his scorn. It barely drew his attention. These people didn’t know any better. They’d always been on the bottom, so it was hard for them to imagine anything better. Not Dave. He’d seen the good life; lived it for seventeen years until that creature took his parents. A will that disappeared, lawyers who knew what they were doing, a financial plan that had been chosen by a father who believed himself invincible: all of it led taken Bruce spending the last few years out on the streets, no better than the short-sighted, emotionally stunted, hand-to-mouth bums sitting behind him on this bus. Well, except that newsletter. He just had to prove it. That’s why he said yes to this “invitation.” It was the first ladder he’d found since he’d been pushed out onto the streets, and he was going to climb it until he found a better one. Scrounging in the dirt like animals may have been all these other people knew, but he was from better stock than that. His time on the streets was over, and it couldn’t come soon enough. He still didn’t sleep well on the streets, after several years. Maybe it was the memory of the night his parents were killed. He’d been looking out the window when he saw them walking up to the gate. The creature that jumped out was small. Half its body weight must have been in it’s foot-long, razor-sharp claws. Dave’s mother was cut down before she could even react. Dave’s father, to his credit, didn’t run. He bent down to help his wife and was killed with her in his arms. Dave froze. Sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he could still see that creature ripping his parents to pieces. Lightly tanned fingers ran through dirty blonde hair. Dave was tall; just about six feet on the dot. He was good-looking, too, and he knew it. He wasn’t, like, male model handsome, but he was attractive enough to get just about as much female attention as he wanted, as long as he wasn’tttoopicky. Furthermore, he was smart, but no genius, fit but not a world-class athlete, a jack of all trades if ever there was one. Furthermore, he hadn’t always had the self-awareness to know just where he stood, but his fall from wealth had made his few shortcomings abundantly clear. Furthermore, he couldn’t skate by anymore, and he didn’t intend to. He glanced out the window at the buildings crumbled by the side of the road. It was a sad state that the world was in, and maybe could help do something about it once they got to this facility, whatever it was. You know, give back; do something for those less fortunate. Dave scoffed. That was the kind of thing his mom had always talked about. He didn’t disagree with her, but it was easy to say that from behind their iron gate, protected by his father’s security detail. Altruism was a luxury that Dave would have to get back just like everything else. The noise he made had drawn the attention of his seatmate, a dark-haired girl sitting between him and the window. She gave him an appraising look, and he flashed her a pearly white smile. No reason to alienate the others, especially before he could mentally separate the competition from the followers, from the rejects. The girl was pretty enough, if not quite as...statuesque...as was usually his type. She looked away, and Dave looked back toward the street in front of the bus. The sun was getting brighter now, casting shadows off the broken concrete and steel. They were in the kind of area he and his family would have driven around while his parents lived, but avoiding these areas was getting harder and harder, even for people of means. As they drove on, he noticed the abandoned cars weren’t limited to the junkyard, and the bus had to swerve again to dodge some of the rubble. Dave couldn’t wait to leave the kind of life he’d led the last few years behind. Even just sleeping in a bed again, even the cheap beds that no doubt they would find at this facility, would be such a relief. The rabble in the back of the bus seemed to have calmed down, no doubt cowed by the bus driver’s threat. Good for them. Dave knew that, despite the fact that this trip was onlymostlyvoluntary, it was still an opportunity to escape the hell that existed out on the streets. It was a bootstrap to pull themselves up by, a lifeline to the drowning. As he looked around the bus, he could see a few people trying to rest or catch some sleep, but most of the people who were awake didn’t exactly look like they were paying attention. Dave wasn’t optimistic about their chances, despite not knowing anything about the actual job ahead. He’d have to watch the sleepers, though. Some of them might be good competition. Crystal sat at the very front of the bus, right behind the driver, though she sat sideways in her seat. No one wanted to be close to the driver's cigarette smoke, but she didn't mind. Not to say that she liked it by any means, but it was bearable if she got to sit by herself. The woman and her brother had been living out and about since she was about seven. One night, she had been woken up by a rough jostle, her brother ordering her in a deathly serious voice that they needed to leave NOW. She got out of bed but hadn't even had the time to ask what was going on before he had grabbed her hand and yanked her to the door. She could still remember the way her heart was beating so quickly in fear as he looked back at her and simply said, "when I open the door, we run. Don't look back. Just run." Crystal had desperately wanted to know what had happened. She had been aware of the monsters for a long time, but they had always made sure to lock all the doors and set the traps. When the door had opened, she had run with him, his hand still wrapped tightly around her wrist. However, she had made the foolish decision to look when she heard a muffled cry from the living room as they passed. It was their mom, or at least she assumed it was. It was hard to tell with her being completely wrapped up in that sticky web, an enormous spider drinking from her with its fangs embedded in her body. After that, she and her brother Daniel had been taking care of each other. It was only two years later that her brother had turned thirteen and lost the ability to see them. Needless to say, she lost him too. She was taken in by a gang of girls who were one of the somewhat prominent groups in the area. It was a hard life, but it was worth it to survive, and it was better than having to fend for herself. That is, until they kicked her out right before her sixteenth birthday, saying that she would be a liability if she forgot and that it was only a matter of time. In truth, it turned out to be jealousy that fueled her discharge from the group. Since then, she had been doing whatever she could to survive. When the invitation had come, she had accepted when she found out that they would be given food and shelter. Even if it was temporary, she knew it was vital to take advantage of any opportunity that presented itself. It was entirely possible that this was some kind of evil operation intent on taking them back to test on them, trying to see what made them different, but there is no risk without reward as they say. She had been reading before the bump, her blue eyes looking about only briefly before going back to her book. Now that the sun was out, she didn't have to worry about being attacked, nor did she have to use her crank-flashlight. Reading a book was a treat when she could get her hands on one, the woman enjoying the brief escape from their harsh reality. It wasn't apparent why she hadn't forgotten at some point, that fact surprising her immensely. Sometimes she wondered if there would be a year in the future that would wipe away the horrors of the past, but it hadn't come yet. She was 18 now, and she would do anything to survive. The bus continued to roll along, soon reaching a stretch of old highway where there was very little in the way of buildings. Though the path curved and turned a few times, it was mostly a long and boring drive. The scenery on either side of the road was little to none. A few dead tree here or there, or if they were lucky, a totaled car. Even the dry, cracked earth, looked scorched and decayed-as if it too had chosen to simply lay down and die, perhaps wishing it could start over. After another hour of driving, and when the sun was beginning to beat down atop the metal of their tin can death trap, threatening to roast them all alive inside like a knifed open can of beans in a sorry excuse for a campfire, they finally crawled to a stop and pulled up in front of four heavily armored and militarized looking vans. They were still in the middle of Butt Fuck Nowhere, but Roth was simply relieved for the opportunity to stretch his long legs, and possibly get in a little tinkle and shake if the driver was feeling so merciful. Before anyone had a chance to really do much of anything, however, the doors to the bus opened and in stepped a young man. His tall and fit body was sporting a military garb, though it was like nothing that Roth had ever seen before. Instead of the usual olive green or khaki like most old world military wore, this young soldier was wearing a sleek, charcoal black material highlighted with patches of soot gray, and what he assumed to be, armor. It covered various parts of the uniform, but notably around the front of his shins, back of his calves and thighs, buttocks, stomach and torso, back, and upper arms. It's patterning was unique as well, and what looked to almost be small diamond shapes, barely as large as a dime. With sudden clarity, Roth understood the usefulness of the design. It was likely very hard to puncture or scratch, while also allowing the wearer to remain flexible. He wondered if it was also lightweight, knowing that tiring out too quickly in the middle of a battle could lead to deadly mistakes." Listen up everybody" the soldier spoke, his dark eyes meeting each of the new recruits." I know you all likely have a lot of questions and are tired, so we're going to get this process over as quickly and efficiently as we can so that you can get those questions answered and then lay you're pretty little heads down for a snooze in your new digs. I want you all to file out and line up against the side of the bus, and we are going to do a little role-call. When you hear your name spoken, I want you to raise your hand a wait to be called forward. Once you have been called forward,"He turned and pointed to another soldier standing outside, a clipboard in his hand and a Iggy hanging from his lips." By Noels over there, he'll ask you a series of simple questions and then direct you to the proper vehicle. From there, you will complete the last leg of your journey and begin your new life." With his instructions having been carried out, the soldier exited the bus and went to stand by Noels, taking his own clipboard and getting ready to fill out whatever paperwork was on it. Together the two soldiers waited until everyone was off the bus and the driver had given the all clear that it was empty." Alright! Jason Cartwright?" A slender little boy with dirty brown hair down to his shoulders raised his hand." Step forward." The boy did as he was told, listening to the soldiers questions and either nodding his head in affirmation, or shaking it no. And so, it continued, each of the young newcomers getting their turn under the watchful eyes of the two young men. Roth had stood with his backpack slung on his shoulder, leaning against the hot metal of the bus and listening to the questions repeated to each young boy and girl. They were simple questions, really, likely asked to figure out where these new recruits would need to be housed to keep everyone sane and, for the most part, happy. It wasn't too far off from what he had done with his own flock, back home, whenever he had needed to expand his numbers temporarily to take down a large horde, or a particular dastardly monster. You couldn't keep a group of young, hotheaded and roughhousing children all under the same leaky roof if you couldn't at least arrange their sleeping spaces so they didn't want to slit their bunk mates throat." Roth Bluefield?" He raised his hand, his lightly colored eyes squinting and struggling to meet the soldiers gaze under the intensity of the suns unforgiving rays." Step forward." He did as he was told, his tall frame coming to stand before the young man as their eyes met on level ground. He was still trying to get used to that, as he had his growth spurt a bit late in the game and had spent quite a good portion of his life being shorter than most. Not that it had stopped anyone from seeing him as the leader, but it was slightly satisfying nonetheless, to know that he wouldn't always have to be looking up." Do you have any obvious allergies to medicines or food?" Noels asked, glancing over his form. Roth caught the look as the soldier noticed it, noticed how tattered and ratty his clothes were, but for the most part, clean. He chose to ignore it though." Not that I know of" he said slowly, his somewhat deeper voice also being one of those things that he was still getting used to. Though it could be argued that he had always been the type to like to talk a bit more slowly, as he preferred to have a chance to think his words through before they left his mouth." Any injuries, or previous injuries, that would prevent you from attempting to push your body to physical limits beyond what it is used to?"" No sir."" Do you have any living siblings, parents, or family that will be expecting to hear from you again, either in the near or distant future?"" No sir."" Do you believe that you need any special sleeping accommodations, medications, therapy, or to see a doctor?"" Yes sir."" Explain." Roth held his gaze for a long second, both to try and buy himself a bit of time to think and to try and gauge the reaction he was seeing from the group behind him, out of his peripheral vision. Some of these people he would likely be fighting with, and although he knew it was a bit of a risk to come off as entitled, he swallowed it down and chalked it up to the price he would have to pay to keep a bit of his privacy. Taking a small step forward, he leaned in and spoke in a quiet tone, ensuring that only himself, Noel, and the soldier beside him would be able to hear his answer. And once the soldier had been given an explanation, he gave a curt nod to his partner and said, "mark him down for a single room"." Alright, go ahead and load up in vehicle three Bluefield." Roth nodded, taking a paper form given to him, and then heading towards the van that he had been directed to. Dave smiled when he saw the young man’s black tactical clothing. It was new, high quality, and clean. To other young people on the bus, it might have been intimidating, impressing on them that they weren’t as free as they’d been on the streets, that there may be danger here from the institution itself, not just the monsters. But Dave, presumably like the rest of the smarter kids on this bus, knew that what they had been free to do on the streets was starved and die. He wanted more. To Dave, the dark, futuristic material this young man wore told him that these people had resources. They were professional. And that screamed opportunity. The smile on the young mister Bruce’s face was a hungry, excited smile. Here was his ladder. When the gangly kid named Roth asked for a single room, Dave scoffed loudly enough for most of the bus’s riders to hear him. Even the man interviewing Bluefield gave him a glare, but Dave couldn’t tell if Roth himself had heard. After a few more were called up, he heard his own name and raised his hand.“Step forward.” Daven was asked the same questions all the other children had been asked, and he gave the same answer to each one.“No, sir.” But, despite the respectful “sir” at the end of each “no,” the way Dave said it made it seem like a challenge, or a dare. He was daring this man and this new world he’d stumbled into to find fault with him, to deny that he was the best. He knew walking into this new role with such a huge chip on his shoulder was a good way to catch flak, to find people in the organization or amongst his fellow recruits who wanted to take him down a peg. That’s what he was asking for. He wanted a trial by fire. He wanted the most they could throw at him, and he’d only come out stronger. At least, that was how the interaction seemed in his head. The young man seemed oblivious to Dave’s prideful antagonism. Oh well, there would be more opportunities to get started on the right foot.“Vehicle three, Bruce.” He nodded and walked over to the van. He’d noticed that a lot of the older, tougher-looking kids had been sent to Van 3, so he took that as a good sign. Furthermore, he stepped in, narrowing his eyes at Bluefield as he found his seat. Now, there was just some more waiting until they reached their destination. Dave closed his pale eyes and leaned his head back against the seat. Having pulled out a baseball cap from her pack to shield her eyes, Crystal quietly read her book as the roll call and questions were done. She couldn't care less what answers the others gave, finding that it wouldn't impact her in the slightest. What did it matter if someone was allergic to shellfish or needed medication? As long as they didn't get in her way, she would be fine with just about anything. It wasn't that she didn't want them to be at their happiest, but it wasn't any of her business. When one of the kids went up and said that they needed special accommodations, their own room even, she momentarily glanced up and studied the guy. He seemed to think that he required his very own room, despite the fact that he looked largely healthy and able given the circumstances. She doubted he was a screamer when sleeping-they didn't tend to last long. Though he didn't seem particularly egotistical, more quiet and reserved. So what was it? The fact that he was hiding his condition didn't bode well, and part of her hoped that she didn't end up in his group. Her eyes then flicked to the other guy who seemed to be scoffing for the express purpose of letting everyone around him know what he thought about Roth. He acted like he had a silver spoon shoved up his ass and his looks seemed to mirror this, the way he carried himself screaming arrogance. He seemed like the type of guy who would be offended if someone else told him what to do. She didn't have to long to reflect on either of them as soon her name was also called." Next. Crystal Stevens?"" Here," she raised her hand before walking over the soldier." Do you have any obvious allergies to medicines or food?" The man named Noels sighed and wiped the back of his sweaty neck, the heat having beat down on him throughout the roll call." No."" Any injuries, or previous injuries, that would prevent you from attempting to push your body to physical limits beyond what it is used to?"" No."" Do you have any living siblings, parents, or family that will be expecting to hear from you again, either in the near or distant future?"" No."" Do you believe that you need any special sleeping accommodations, medications, therapy, or to see a doctor?"" No."" Well that was quick, excellent. Load up to bus three, Stevens." Her tone during the exchange hadn't been provocative. After all, she didn't want to start any fights with anyone, but she wasn't going to start calling anyone "sir" until she had a reason to do so. Just because they were older than herself didn't mean that they deserved more respect than she gave everyone else. The young woman walked over to the bus and climbed up, keeping her cap on as she settled for the seat right behind the driver again. Her book was opened once more, and she took to reading again. One of the other passengers watched her come in, moving from their seat up to the seat across the way from her. It was a guy with mousy brown hair and freckles, taped-up glasses perched on his nose. His body leaned slightly toward her as he greeted her." Hey." She nodded but didn't look up from her book, largely ignoring both the greeting and the expectant eyes that now looked at her." Watcha' reading? Is it a good book?" He leaned back as someone got onto the bus, his body returning to its former position afterward. Her icy blue eyes finally flicked up, and she tapped the cover of her book that was in plain sight before saying, "yes."" Oh, haha. Yeah, I can see the title." It seemed as though the guy was a bit annoyed, his irritation starting to leak into his tone. He seemed to pause and collect himself once more before continuing, "Your hair is gorgeous, but you look so glum. I bet your smile would knock my socks off." It was at that point that she simply looked at him coldly for a moment. "I'll keep a straight face then. I'm sure no one here wants to smell your feet." This prompted a somewhat shocked and then angry look from the guy across from her, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment before he scoffed and stood up, moving back a few seats and grumbling to himself about how stuck-up she was. Crystal's conversation with the young man didn't go unnoticed, as almost the whole vehicle erupted into laughter at her sick burn. She even managed to get a little chuckle from Roth, the kid having gone back to stoically drawing in his sketchbook after Dave had given him a look that spoke volumes as to how their relationship was going to go. He wasn't looking forward to trying to avoid the other young man if he was eager to throw a couple rounds, but Roth was no coward, and he knew how to defend himself if he had to. Soon enough the rest of the recruits were loaded up into the van, the vehicle reaching its max capacity as everyone was settled in, and seat belts were checked to make sure everyone was buckled in properly and accounted for. Once the soldier was satisfied, he gave a nod to the driver and off they went. The next leg of their journey was a short one, the van only rolling down dusty streets for another half hour before the pavement ended, and they found themselves at the outskirts of a tiny ghost town; it's buildings only being the bare bones of what was needed to keep a tiny community going. The fact that they even had old power lines up was a testament to how much hard work the old townsfolk must have put into their hope for carving out an existence in the hills, before ultimately being forced to give up and move along, likely from the harsh conditions of the area. Roth put his sketchpad down as they moved through the buildings, his light eyes watching as the van went past the first little shop, and exited out at the jailhouse in less than a minute. From there, they rolled over a dirt road for another two miles until they came up on what looked like an old service tunnel, or perhaps an abandoned mine? Whatever it was, it had long since lost its purpose. The entrance was large enough to fit a couple trains, let alone a van, and yet the driver took more care on this new path, slowing down to almost a crawling pace for the next mile. Roth's curiosity was peaked again, and after straining against his seat belt a bit to get a better view of the path they were driving on, he confirmed to himself that it wasn't the road that was the problem. So then, what was? Eyes roaming the other passengers, noticing where some of their gazes were going, and then passing over the two soldier that had loaded up with them, he summarized that this particular path of the journey was not safe. The driver was tense, the soldiers too alert. They were no longer slumped casually in their seats, but sitting straight backed and scoping the area outside the van with sharp eyes. On the lookout, but looking out for what, exactly? Enemies? No. More than likely, Monsters. This place they were heading to was deep beneath the earth, and likely the perfect breeding grounds for large nests if there was a plentiful food supply around. Or, perhaps there was a portal nearby, where fresh new blood entered mortal realm in search of tender meat. For a good fifteen minutes, the only light source of the underground structure was from the headlights of the van. When they saw another source of light, it was seemingly at a pit stop, the vehicle rolling to a stop at what looked like a broken down little bunker. The passengers were ordered to stay inside as one of the soldiers got out and jogged to the small building and up its single flight of stairs, his form disappearing inside. When he came back out, he was carrying two large backpacks-one on each shoulder. The driver didn't wait for him to sit back down, the danger of the place making it unfit to linger. Once the soldier was seated, he tossed one of the large packs over to his comrade in the seat across from him, and together they began to empty its contents into their laps and pass the supplies down the two rows of seats behind them to the roughly fifteen new recruits." Each of these smallpackscontains a compass, Swiss army knife, small flashlight, M.R.E, lighter, and bottle of water," the soldier said." If for whatever reason you become separated from the group," the other continued, making sure that each person got a small pack." During the trek on foot to your new home, we want you to use the compass to head south-east. If you get lost, keep following south-east. It will eventually lead you either to a dead end-where we will come to get you, or it will lead you to the surface. In either case, once you reach the end, or the surface, stay there. Do not, I repeat, do not, try to figure these tunnels on your own. As some of you may have guessed already, they are full of nests and if you try to fight on your own, we can't guarantee your survival." Once all the packs were handed out, the other soldier turned around in his seat and took a slow look around." Any questions?" From the front, directly behind him, and young girl with dirty blond hair spoke. Her voice was so quiet though, that the soldier had to repeat her words back to the rest of them." So Sky here just asked how much longer we have to go. You can all sit back a get in a little nap if you like, because it will be about another hour before we get out and start walking on foot." Once everyone's questions were answered, the men turned back to face the front, their postures still somewhat stiff and ready as the van rolled on. Throughout the next portion of their journey, the headlights only revealed darkness and gray, cracked concrete, and Roth began to get an idea of why these particular soldiers outfits were gray and dark, rather than the traditional camo or shades of tan. When your home was a concrete jungle, then your clothing needed to match in order to blend in. Clever. The next sign of active human activity, was a huge service tunnel that was well lit by interspersed lighting, and peppered with both serviceable and seemingly abandoned equipment. What they used these tools for, Roth wasn't sure, but he could make some guesses about it once he wasn't so weary. Once the tires hit the smooth concrete, the van picked up speed, quickly driving them through and into a huge warehouse. They didn't get too much of a chance to really see the place, the journey through being quick, but with a bit of neck straining, a few lucky youngsters would be able to spot the storage containers on the upper levels. From there, it was another half hour before the road finally came to an end, and what they entered was a huge structure consisting mostly of concrete supports and railing. It looked to have been a train station, though it had long since been abandoned. The van could go no further, however, so once here, the driver stopped and put it in park. He didn't shut the engine off, however, and as the two soldiers stood up, Roth couldn't help but look at them with furrowed brows." Alright kiddos, grab your stuff and exit the vehicle. It's time to trek it." Dave took his pack and immediately opened it up. He took out his flashlight and pressed the button to turn it on. The bright, white light shined across the aisle to the small young man on the other seat. He squinted and flinched, and Dave turned off the beam. He caught a disapproving look from the girl next to him, and shrugged. Furthermore, he replaced the light in his pack and took out the multi-tool, opening it up and inspecting the components. There must be a reason that they’d given these specific items. Was there going to be a trial of sorts, on the way to this compound? If so, Dave vowed to himself to be ready. He heard the man’s admonishment to not explore the tunnels on their own. Was that really what they wanted, or was that itself a test? They hadn’t survived out there on their own by just listening to someone else; they’d done it by taking initiative, and looking out for themselves. If something happened on the way to scatter them, Dave was expecting it to be a rigged ploy to test them, and he intended to capitalize on it. He couldn’t predict what that would look like, though, so he just had to keep on his toes. So apparently they were still an hour out from getting off the bus. Dave had been thinking when the floor was first opened up to questions, so Sky had gotten hers out first, but Dave didn’t want to let this opportunity to get noticed slip by. He leaned back in his seat with a nonchalant look on his face, and shouted for everyone in the bus to hear.“My only question is when do we get to kill some monsters, right people?!” The response was much more tepid than he’d hoped. . Instead of rousing agreement, he’d heard a few stifled giggles and then crickets. Some of the others were looking at him like he was crazy, including the blonde runt across the aisle who he’d shone his flashlight on. Those were probably the weaklings.“Ah, eager, are you?” The soldier laughed, and Dave couldn’t tell if it was an approving laugh or a mocking one. If it was mocking, Dave comforted himself knowing that that response would be temporary. “Once we arrive at the base, we’ll run you all through some mild training sessions once you’re settled in. Then we’ll get you into a more regular schedule.” If the people running this show weren’t on board with his coming rise, it was going to be tougher than he’d expected, but he’d be ready for it. In the meantime, he leaned back to sulk in his chair, his eyes closing to appear asleep, but he was still listening to the others’ questions. He just didn’t want to deal with any negative looks from the other young people. He sat like that for the rest of the drive, until the soldiers told them to get out and start walking. They filed out of the bus in an orderly fashion, and Dave tried to look around to see who looked like they might be a valuable ally. He spotted a young woman with long red hair who had a hard look on her face, and decided to go talk to her. He swaggered up to her and gave her a smirk.“Hey there,” he said with as much charm as he could manage. “You look like you know what you’re doing, but if you need any help out here you come to me, okay?” Daven could tell by the look on her face that he had misjudged her. She may have been capable, but she was also super stuck-up. That kind of attitude wasn’t going to fly out here in the real world for long, but he didn’t feel like sharing that insight after her snub. She didn’t even answer him at all! Well, if she was going to be rude, than Dave would just find someone else to reach out to.“Whatever, never mind.” He rolled his eyes and walked away, surveying the other recruits. That Roth kid was clearly a weakling, as was the runt that had been sitting across the aisle from him. It was too early to tell who the real stars were going to be, so if Dave couldn’t find someone mentally strong, maybe he would need to settle for physically strong. He spotted a big guy talking to a sullen young woman, and walked over to them. Dave learned that the big guy was named Phil, and the woman was Maria. Phil warmed up to him quickly, and Dave could tell he hadn’t misread the man’s intelligence. Maria was cold at first, but it wasn’t long before she realized Dave was someone whose coattails she could ride, and she quickly warmed up. They walked together as the group set out through the tunnels.**********Luke kept his head down as he exited the bus, avoiding eye contact with the duckweed who had shone his flashlight in his eyes an hour ago. Yeah, the world was a dangerous place, but that didn’t mean he had to be such a douche nozzle. Although, actual douche nozzles probably get a lot more action than that Duckweed, he thought with a smile. He had trouble stifling that smile when he saw the duckweed in question get shut down by a pretty redhead that he hadn’t noticed before. Luke made eye contact with her and rolled his eyes about the guy, and then he kept walking, holding his pack tight against his side. This was a harrowing experience for Luke, who had been on his own on the streets for quite some time. He wasn’t much of a fighter, and he had survived primarily byavoidingconflict, scavenging food and resources and hiding from both monsters and people, but he was lonely, and he wanted to try to do something else. It was hard, and they hadn’t even gotten started yet. He stayed close to the group, but hung back near the rear. He didn’t want to be the first person attacked if something stumbled onto them, but he promised himself he wouldn’t run if it happened. Furthermore, he was deciding not to be alone anymore, and that meant not just looking out for himself. Although he didn’t really want to risk his neck for people like duckweed and his new crew, a guy who looked like his brain was half bicep, and a woman who looked like she would sooner stab him in the gut than say hello. Hopefully they wouldn’t get stuck together for any of this mysterious training. Most of the others looked nice enough, if just as downtrodden and cynical as he was. He could see himself getting along with them, though. He was tired of assuming everyone was going to attack him to steal his food or shelter. Furthermore, he wanted a community. Those thoughts kept his feet moving as they turned corner after corner. Without his compass, he would already be hopelessly lost. Everywhere he looked was darkness after darkness, and the sounds that he was either hearing or imagining didn’t help. He would have seemed jumpy to the other kids, and Luke hoped again that not everyone would see him as a waste of space like Duckweed probably did. He knew he would have to prove himself, and he hoped he had that chance. Having largely ignored any and all conversations on the bus (using her seat-mate as a barrier), Crystal had read until they reached the caves. When the darkness settled in, she finally closed her book and tucked it away, a bit of unease settling in. It wasn't that she didn't like being in a tunnel, more like she didn't like the fact that the dark made one vulnerable if they weren't careful. If for some reason the whole bus, everyone but her, was wiped out, she figured she could survive on her own for a while. That being said, the only thing that mattered would be surviving long enough to find the surface and not to fall even deeper, and that... that wasn't something she was sure about. As such, she was a bit tense as she got off the bus, not really trusting their guides implicitly like some of the others. It wasn't that she doubted their integrity, but anyone could be snuffed out if they weren't paying close enough attention or were caught by surprise. Glancing around, she was about to check her own flashlight when one of the guys approached. She vaguely remembered him trying (and failing) to rally the other kids over "monster slaying" earlier, the lady having thought to herself that he seemed a bit carefree.“Hey there... You look like you know what you’re doing, but if you need any help out here you come to me, okay?” Before he had opened his mouth, her expression had been neutral, open to listening to see if he had anything of merit to say, perhaps even something light-hearted. Though, when those specific words left his mouth, she couldn't help but be slightly shocked at the gall of that man. Who was he to be speaking to her in such a patronizing manner? Though she recognized that he was technically offering to help her, he made it sound like she was going to be one of his blackies, or as though he had the inside scoop on how monster slaying worked. Was he making the assumption that she needed his help because she was a girl or because he was full of himself? She decided she didn't want to know. All he was given was a withering, sour look, the redhead staring at him for a few moments before he got the message and moved on. If she was going to be asking for help, it wouldn't be from someone who thought their dick was made of gold. When he finally left she felt a bit grouchy, reaching back and running her fingers through her hair with irritation. She noticed another guy looking in her direction though, and they happened to lock eyes. He was one of the smaller guys who were more quiet and reserved; she hadn't really talked to him, but he seemed like a good enough guy on the surface. This was only further reinforced when she saw him glance at Davis and then back to her, rolling his eyes almost as if to say, "can you believe that guy?" At this, Crystal actually cracked a little smile for him. It surprised her that afterward the guy just got in with the group as though nothing had happened, not making an attempt to get close to her. That told her that perhaps he was a bit of a loner, comfortable surviving by the blood and sweat of his own labor. It intrigued her, especially since his stature seemed to be a bit less intimidating than the average person. He either had a decent talent, or he was very good and minimizing his existence and escaping dangerous situations. Either way, it made her a bit curious about him. Curious enough even to consider having a conversation with him later at dinner. It had been a while since she had a friend, and she was a bit rusty at the pleasantries, but maybe at the very least they could share a meal. Crystal also found herself more near the back, though she let a few people be the buffer between her back and the blackness. This place seemed old and spooky, her senses on high alert as they travelled the cave. There were several hushed conversations going on, but one in particular caught her attention from behind." I-I can't."" Betty. Come on, we'll be safe in a group." Another girl whispered, huddled near the other. It was a lie of course, but it was definitely a comforting one that most chose to believe, even the ones who said it in the first place. "Betty" didn't seem convinced, the woman looking both ways and then over her shoulder with a shiver, her body starting to tremble." How do you know that? We're already so deep. It's so heavy and dark and... The air is so thick like-l-like syrup." She was starting to get an almost unfocused look in her eye, though Crystal couldn't see it for fear of giving away the fact that she was eavesdropping. Her friend Ruby was trying to sound soothing, but she herself was feeling a bit of the sympathetic panic radiating from Betty, her voice trembling ever so slightly as she replied, "just take deep breaths and keep moving. We've already come this far, we can do this! We can do anything, remember Queen Bee?" The nickname fell on deaf ears, the last remnant of sanity slipping away from the blonde. "I can feel them watch us, I can feel them in the walls! They're just waiting to pick us off one by one from the back and there's nowhere to go. We're trapped! We have to get out! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OR WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Her shrill screech pierced the hushed hum of the other conversations, the rest of the group looking back in alarm and confusion. The panicked woman turned and bolted, running back the way they came without even taking out her flashlight, as though she thought if she just ran hard enough she would reach the exit, the darkness itself nipping at her heels."STAY AWAY FROM ME! I CAN'T DO THIS! I CAN'T-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It was obvious that she hadn't gotten far based on the thud of her footsteps, but one could assume she had fallen into a hole by the way that blood-curdling scream seemed to get softer the further down it sounded. For a moment there was stunned silence. And then... there was a low growl accompanied by a pair of eyes. There were several holes in an off-shoot of their path, many pairs of eyes starting to become visible after a moment of scuffling. The first rat that came out was BIG and very disgusting. Its flesh was rotting with hairless patches and scabs, puss leaking from different orifices as though it were only natural. This wasn't like a normal rat though, no of course not. These rats had their heads upside-down, their necks clicking and twitching as though straining to get their heads back into place. It wasn't necessary though, as Crystal watched the big rat unhinge its jaw like a snake and fold its face in on itself. Another large Rat emerged from a hole on the other side of the group, a small group of "little" German-Shepard-sized rats wiggled out and forward, hissing and advancing in the middle of the group. If there was one thing she wanted to do more than piss her pants, it was to not be eaten. Crystal immediately shoved her hand in her pocket and quickly felt around, having placed them there before getting off the bus just in case. Ah, there they were-her worn silver bands. Slipping one on each of her ring fingers, she made a stance like when Sailor Moon was materializing her gloves. However, what proceeded wasn't the sound of a magical girl's love- it was the zipping and clunking sound of metal. "Goodnight-Knight Online!" Honestly, it was a bit embarrassing to say it in front of other people, but they didn't activate unless she said the words and did the stance, as that was how she had always done it. It was a small price to pay for not being ripped to bloody shreds though, and she figured they were probably paying more attention to the possibility of their own demises to pay much attention to her. Her rings glowed an almost ghostly turquoise color before sheets and blocks of ghostly metal quickly built upon themselves around her until she was safely tucked away inside, sitting in her command center. It looked like a robot that was about the size of a van if the van was sitting up on its backdoors. While she sat in a seat in the middle with two joysticks as controls. This particular one held a large metal shield and a long sword, though it hardly looked elegant. She was a tank-the type of fighter that could take damage without batting an eye, but while her hits were heavy, agile wasn't the name of the game for her. Her Goodnight-Knight wasn't one of her favorites per se, but it was a classic that she could depend on in a pinch. It was one of the safest ones in a cave like this because it didn't have any explosives or rockets as its main form of attack. If she were to let out a barrage carelessly, she could see the whole place coming down on top of them, their lifeless bodies suspended in rock and dirt to be found by those whose hunger didn't let them rest. The rat-monster rotated its head to the side slightly with a sickening crunching sound, its teeth gnashing together as its insane-looking eyes bugged out alarmingly from the sides of its face-fold. With a deep breath and quickly-beating heart, she launched herself forward, bashing the big rat on her side with the shield and knocking it back away from the group. It wasn't that she was protecting them, it was more that she needed room if she didn't want to worry about having to cover for anyone else. It hissed and scrambled to its feet, scurrying over to her and lifting itself up on its hind-feet, trying to knock her shield out of her hand with its face while attempting to avoid her sword. With one swing, she managed to slice its thigh, maggots spilling out from the wound instead of blood, making Crystal gag for a moment. (part 1/?) While he had looked around as they exited the vehicles, his posture was that of someone who was simply too exhausted to do much of anything besides keep their feet moving. The politics of relationships, while important he knew, currently did not hold his interest. He made little effort to mingle, largely ignoring Dave and instead turning his eyes to those who seemed weak and scared-but not for the same reasons as the go-getter. His eyes held no contempt for them, but rather a weary sadness and recognition. The purple above his pale cheeks scanned each individual briefly, taking stock of certain details about them before they headed out on their trek. Roth was sticking near the back as they moved, to the left of the group and towards the edge closest to the wall. He liked the position because he had learned over time that being near a wall, so long as it wasn't trapping him in, was one of the safer places to be. It would be difficult for any monsters to sneak up on him without the noise first alerting him, though he always had his eyes peeled as well. Sometimes the beasts were as a silent as a whisper, riding on the dark shadows themselves as their long claws reached out to tear and grab unsuspecting flesh. There was another advantage that he liked about being near the back, though, and that was that he could keep an eye on the group. During his time on the streets he had to lead many a party of rowdy children and preteens; to organize and mold them into a cooperative group that would be willing to focus on the bigger prize. Those that didn't yet know him often took offense to his seeming cowardice and letting the vulnerable 'take the blows' as it were, but over time he earned, not commanded, their respect. They came to understand that his role was not that of a bull-running in head first and plowing down everything in his way, but rather a shepherd protecting his flock. He rarely lost sight of his sheep, and he always had a strong arm up near the front who could give him time to react to an ever-changing environment. Because the two soldiers who had brought them here were leading their current group, Roth felt it best that he take on this, his usual, role. The strong arms were those soldiers that now led them to their destination, and until further notice, Roth was putting faith in them that they could do their job and do it well. So as they walked, the young man spent his time people watching and sticking near those whom he thought may need a hand if or when the time came. Luke, in particular, caught his gaze more than once. The young man, while pretty well muscled, seemed fearful and quick to panic. It was a sign that Roth had learned to search for and to get the resources and help to first. A rope was only as strong as it's threads, after all, and if someone lost their ability to stay calm it could get them killed. This would unfortunately be demonstrated once more, as a screech from right and behind had his stomach flipping. (part 2/2)"WE HAVE TO GET OUT OR WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" His attention had been so focused on Luke and another boy slightly in front of him, that Roth had lost track of a sheep. A mistake, again, but now there was no time to linger on it as he was pushing his way past the crowd, trying to get to her before it was too late." Wait! You have to stop, it's too dangerous!!""STAY AWAY FROM ME! I CAN'T DO THIS!" He had broken through and hit the cracked pavement running, but he was too far behind and he knew it. Still, he was going to try, his feet pounding hard on the ground until they suddenly came to a scrabbling halt, and he almost tripped back onto his ass, his arms swinging wildly to keep him standing. Something had tickled the hairs on the back of his neck, tugged on his psyche like a whisper in a cold winter wind, and he knew better to ignore it. Never ignore it. The scream hit him so loud and so hard that he almost sobbed. A gut reaction that tore through his heart, and the pain he suppressed. Turning and running back, knowing it was too late for her now, he dodged and sometimes had to kick, the furry plagued and disease ridden rodents that wished to chew and slurp up his entrails. His boots brought him back in record time, those new long legs of his making quick work of the distance he needed to travel before he was back to his herd and his mind was readying for the fight. The young men who had brought them here had a plan, Roth could see it immediately from the way they shared a look before one of them quickly stripped his gear off of his back and started to dig something out of his supplies. The second he pulled it out, the tactical part of Roth's brain thought, bomb, though if that was actually what it was, he wasn't sure. The way that they both bent over the device, though, told him that they needed a bit of time to prep it. Likely not much, just a few seconds, maybe, but seconds were precious with every tick of the chaotic clock. Backing up quickly to the crowd in which he had been trailing, and that most of which were now huddled together in fear and panic, he tore off his backpack. Not the one he had been given on the bus, which he had been carrying in his hand, but his own personal supply stash. From it, he quickly pulled out a sketchpad and a loose, smooth, stick. Opening it to the exact right page and catching the charcoal pencil and pen compass that fell from its pages, he bent down and laid the pad on the ground, using the two tools in combination to quickly draw a perfect circle on a blank page. Once the circle was complete, Roth tore the sketch from his pad and dropped the pen compass between the pages, folding the tools up in his sketchpad before tossing it back into his pack. His head shot up, jerking first left, then right, taking in the details as quickly as his eyes would allow while he rolled the paper up around stick, the thin remnants of what was once a plant now starting a new life as a protective weapon, similar to a scroll. Once it was rolled tightly enough, he turned it vertically and held it, his fingers and thumb wrapped so tightly that his knuckles almost matched the white and the veins in his wrist visibly throbbed. He concentrated hard on his makeshift weapon, his gaze boring into it with determination as sweat broke out beneath his messy bangs. It took a lot, his lips parting to pant and his legs trembling before he felt it rising up from his belly and shooting out from his chest. It was just a little thing, the tiniest and bluest of sparks, but it lit the paper and set it ablaze in ghostly hues of blue. With knees weakening, he fell to the ground and slammed the burning page down onto the concrete. Like a chemical reaction, smoke and sizzling noises erupted from the old rubble concrete and dirt, the paper and rod that held it now being replaced with a dirty plume of smoke that Roth quickly batted away with his hand. What was left was a scorched circle in the pavement, of a similar size to the one that Roth had drawn on his page. His moody eyes took another defensive look around as he reached down and dug his nail into the dirt, his finger hooking under the circle that was now morphing into a solid blue ring. With one tug, it pulled up slightly from the ground near his body, staying connected to the earth on the other end but beginning to rapidly expand into a larger radius as the young man pulled back and began to shuffle his feet through the crowd." Move move! Jump over it and stay inside it!" he spoke, not harshly but quickly, encouraging the need for speed and for the importance of the matter at hand. He didn't dare stop until the ring, which was now glowing a ghostly neon, throbbing with an energy that seemed to be being pulled from the crowd itself, was completely encircling the group of young people. Only then did Roth let the ring drop to the ground, the following thud and shake of the earth sounding heavy, as if he had just dropped a large piece of metal. Panting hard, he stood up and looked to his left, quickly eyeing two girls with their arms wrapped around each other in fear. With a hand that should have been shaking, but was instead as solid as the ground they stood upon, he pointed it at them and spoke." Hey, you two! Come put your hands on this and wait for my signal." Again, his voice was not harsh, but it was commanding and held a certain air of wisdom built from someone who not only thought they knew what they were doing, but could back it up if asked to prove it. The girls did as they were told, quickly coming over and bending down to the ground, each of them putting their palms upon the now warm circle on the ground. From there, Roth wasted no time in pointing out and ordering four more people, all on opposite sides of the sphere, to do the same as he ran back to the front. Once there, he looked over and spotted Luke. The intensity in his purple eyes was heavy as he all but begged the young man to join him in his task." Help me lift this, will you?" He didn't wait for an answer as he bent his knees and got down on the ground, his hands flattening over the edge of the front of the ring he has made. His chest begin to heave before his muscles started to work, and with a quick glance over at Luke to see if he would join, Roth began to focus and pour all of his mental energy out through his arms and into his hands. Little sparks of blue and white lightning began to crackle and pop from his fingertips, each one immediately hopping and jumping down into the glowing sphere, seemingly trying to feed something and create a reaction." Ready?!" Roth suddenly shouted to the crowd behind him, his voice almost grunting with the effort." Everyone lift!" With combined grunts, growls, and desperate shouts, the dirt beneath their feet shook and rumbled as a barrier began be pulled up from the earth. A wall of translucent and warm blue light, tugging up and into the air through their combined efforts as it began to raise high above their heads, and well below their feet. Roth himself was sweating and grunting, his body lifting and turning with the wall, pivoting until it was facing the inner circle. His hands, arms, and eyes were raised to the sky in a bit of a praying stance as he focused on completing the seal at the top with the others that were helping him to lift it, not wanting even one millimeter of exposure to the world outside this barrier." Rrraa!" With one final, heavy, grunt, it was done. Roth let his hands fall to his knees, panting hard, but it was a temporary reprieve as just as quickly he was standing and looking at the crowd, their faces painted blue under the warm and protective light." If you can't fight, stay here. Feed your energy to it and it will keep you safe." As soon as his instructions were clear, he turned from them and reached into his pack, fishing a small leather bag out that bulged lumpy with its contents. From it, he pulled out two smooth stones and a Shepherd Sling, readying his weapon and straightening his back as he left the protection of the warm light and joined the cold world of nightmares once more. Luke’s head jerked toward the guy, Roth he thought his name was. Was he seriously askinghimfor help? Okay. Yes. I can do this. Luke jogged over and stared at the circle made of light before he reached down to it, trying to figure out what was happening. It didn’t matter. Luke was a good judge of people, and he trusted Roth at that moment. Lift it, he’d said. Luke reached down and tried to touch the light, only a bit surprised when his hand didn’t phase right through it. He could even feel some weight to it, somehow. He was curious about the man’s talent, but he knew now wasn’t the time. Joining Roth, he lifted, straining against gravity. Once it was up, Luke felt a rush, both of understanding and of pride. So it was a barrier, a shield of sorts! Good. They all had some talent, or they wouldn’t be here, but some people clearly weren’t ready to put themselves on the line. Put myself on the line, huh? Yeah. “If you can’t fight, stay here,” Roth said. I should fight. I need to fight. He’d done it occasionally, but not for years. Still, he kept his talent in working order. There was no such thing as safety, after all. Reaching back into his pack, Luke pulled out a pair of fake cat ears attached to a headband and slipped them onto his head. They were old, from one of his sister’s old Halloween costumes. So was the tail. He pulled the tail out next, an orange, ratty thing with a safety pin on one end. As embarrassing as all this was, the next part was, by far, themostembarrassing.“Hey, uh, Roth, was it?” Luke’s voice was tentative and quiet. He wasn’t used to asking for things from people, but this particular costume he couldn’t quite reach to put on the right way. He was short, and stocky, and his arms just didn’t bend enough to do it.“I know this is weird, but can you pin this to the top of my pants?” He saw confusion on Roth’s face, and he was sure it was both from how weird a thing this was to ask, and a lack of confidence in the shorter man’s abilities. Well, Luke wanted to contribute, neededto contribute, so if he didn’t have the confidence to show it, he’d have to fake it. Maybe if he’d acted like more of a badass years ago, his sister would still be around to give him a hard time about wearing her old Halloween costume.“I can fight,” he said with the fakest determined look Roth had probably ever seen. Luckily, it worked. Once the fake cat tail was on, Luke charged off toward the nearest rat. Woah, I forgot what a rush this is! He hadn’t used his talent in years, despite keeping the equipment for it in as good a shape as he could manage. The change in his speed was a real thrill. He felt lighter, more limber, more coordinated, and he was quite literally much faster and stronger. His mind was faster, too: the mind of a predator. He scanned the battlefield as he ran. Most of the other folks who could fight were pushing forward like he was, but still trying to keep some sort of circle around Roth’s shield. Luke didn’t know if it was necessary, but it was clear from their positioning that they were mostlytryingto protect the group. Or, if they weren’t, they were at least more interested in survival than in racking up a kill count. Mostof them. Luke saw the redhead from earlier in a freaking badass much-warrior…thing! It was clobbering a rat with its shield, pieces of the disgusting monster flying off with the impact. He saw Roth, readying his sling. He saw that big guy that douche nozzle had been talking to earlier. Furthermore, he was standing with his back to Roth’s shield, pointing an old flashlight at a rat. Furthermore, he said something, under his breath, and a laser shot out of the end of the flashlight, torching one of the rats. It was brighter now, the dull glow from Roth’s shield and the occasional flash from the big guy’s flashlight contributing. Most of the light came from that girl that had been with the big guy, though. Her fists and feet looked like they were literally on fire, her kicks and punches exploding on impact with the furry, rotting hide of the rats. She was fighting her way into the mass of monsters, pushing past the group. Luke looked and finally saw what she was moving towards. Douche nozzle was the exception to the rule about maintaining a perimeter. He was deep in the shit, surrounded by monstrous rats. Luke couldn’t see how exactly he was still alive, but every once in a while he could see the rats close to him stop fighting for an instant, freezing in place in a circle around Douche nozzle while he swung something at them. Luke was getting close to the rats now, though, so he turned his head to look at the closest one. It was hideous, half its jaw rotted off. It made a gurgling squeak and lunged for him, and Luke opened his right hand in a claw shape, swiping at the air in front of him. In that instant, something magical happened. Luke didn’t know what it really was or how it worked, but some kind of invisible force sliced into the rat in the shape of giant claw marks. Four huge, deep gashes cut nearly halfway into the meat of the rat, and a follow-up swipe from Luke’s left hand cut off enough of the thing that it stopped, collapsing to the ground in front of him. Luke took a deep breath before he started looking for the next nearest rat. This weird agency-whatever-thing was his chance at a real community, so he was going to do his part to protect it. Some light was caught out of the corner of Crystal's eye, and she glanced over to see a force field being erected around the group of people who weren't prepared or willing to fight. It was difficult to determine who was creating the barrier since there were several people lifting it, but she commended whoever it was. While it wasn't really a skill she could see being too useful for fighting monsters, it was an excellent last-resort measure if one got cornered. There were several kids within the barrier who were cowering around the middle, looking around with wild-eyes or huddling down with their hands over their heads or eyes. No doubt the long years of fighting for their lives had taken a toll on their mental health, and she assumed that it was more overwhelming than normal since they were in a dark cavern, essentially in the lair of the beasts. She took note of those to the best of her ability, trying to remember in case she got paired up with one of them. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was having someone at her back who couldn't be relied on. It didn't matter that they were young, or that they had been through very traumatic events; the fact of the matter was that hesitation and weakness got one killed. Her attention soon returned to the huge rat in front of her, the thing squealing as it lunged at her once more. She had dealt some damage to it, but it was time to try to deal the final blow. Blocking it with her shield, she let it scrabble against it for a moment before rotating the Mecca so she could bring her blade down at a diagonal. It sliced its head clean off, the rotted, spoiled thing flopping to the ground. With the big rat down, she could turn her blade to the smaller ones, or at least try to. It was difficult to actively pursue the rats as the smaller ones scurried with a quickness that she couldn't match in her armor. Fortunately, they seemed intent on coming close enough to kill her, which at least gave her the opportunity to swing her sword at them and slice through the unlucky rats that weren't wary enough to avoid her blade. One of the guys in the force field dug in his backpack and brought out an old, worn plastic dinosaur. It was a velociraptor, the toy held aloft as he muttered something to himself. Outside the soft glow of light from the barrier, an apparition appeared in the shape of the dinosaur, though this one looked much more realistic. His tongue stuck slightly out of his mouth in concentration as he "played" with the toy, moving it around in front of himself and making it act as though it was running and hunting. The ghost of the dinosaur did just that, dashing to and fro and pinning rats down to rip out their throats. At the same time, a melody started to ring out from the force field as well, though it was hardly an award-winning performance. A mousy-looking girl was playing "In the Hall of the Mountain King" () on a plastic recorder. Despite her missing notes occasionally, the tune was clear throughout the squeaky song. It seemed to distract the rats, their attacks becoming less aggressive as they tried to figure out where the sound was coming from. It was as though she was taunting them, but the sound of the recorder didn't betray her position as if they heard it coming from all around them. One of the rats fixed its milky eyes upon the people inside the barrier and charged forward, intent on making a snack of the people sheltering inside of it.

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[NSFW] - Pursuit of the Lich - D&D 5e

Current Player Slots Davian_Seq: Adriana De'ATH - Human Rogue Feathered: Chris Light fellow - Half Elf Warlock Scholastic Tortoise: Miriam Smith - Half-Elf Paladin Fell grave: Marilla Dancer - Human Monk Luigilewis889: Lia Night breeze - Even Fighter searcher8: Elder - Half Orc Fighter Character sheets could be linked to from Myth Weavers In regard to Leads, well, I suppose there's a choice to make. Personally I was thinking of trying to keep this as an honest fifth edition campaign with Leads as something that simply happens on the side. Monsters will mostly still try to kill you, the villains plans don't revolve around sex, but you can definitely hook up with NPCs and each other as you wish and while enemies may not necessarily be out to rape you, seduction will be a viable way forwards in a decent number of situations. The campaign itself would have sex as an addition, rather than having sex be the focus of the campaign. If you preferred more or less leads than that, say so, and we can talk it out. As for Kinks... Maybe when you post your character sheet, include a short list of kinks you'd like to see? Also as for attributes, roll or point buy? Feathered said: ↑ Also as for attributes, roll or point buy? Click to expand... Rolls are okay, I reserve the right to veto if you get too lucky or too unlucky. After all characters who are good at everything are far less interesting than characters with weak points here and there. We'll do the rolls on the forum, 4d6 drop lowest. Alright sounds good, that's the one I am most used to, but I know different DMs prefer to do it different ways. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Rolls are okay, I reserve the right to veto if you get too lucky or too unlucky. After all characters who are good at everything are far less interesting than characters with weak points here and there. We'll do the rolls on the forum, 4d6 drop lowest. Click to expand... Can I roll, then if I don't like them switch to point buy? Also, still stuck deciding between monk and rogue, but I'm leaning towards playing a monk. Fell grave said: ↑ Can I roll, then if I don't like them switch to point buy? Also, still stuck deciding between monk and rogue, but I'm leaning towards playing a monk. Click to expand... I'd rather not mix it up between the two. As I said I'll allow re-rolls in the case of truly awful or overly amazing sets but if you're going to roll I'd rather you stuck to rolling. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ I'd rather not mix it up between the two. As I said I'll allow re-rolls in the case of truly awful or overly amazing sets but if you're going to roll I'd rather you stuck to rolling. Click to expand... Lol, was kidding. (mostly)Well, let's see what I've got.[roll]4d6[/roll]Er. That didn't work Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:05pm See dice roll details 5 1 6 3 Fell grave said: ↑ Lol, was kidding. (mostly) Well, let's see what I've got. [roll]4d6[/roll] Er. that didn't work Click to expand... Hit the little 'Roll Dice' link at the bottom of your post... Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Hit the little 'Roll Dice' link at the bottom of your post... Click to expand... ...still screwed it up. Edit: Oh, now it works. Should we just roll 20d6 since otherwise we would have to roll five times separately Spoiler: Rolls Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 8 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 1 2 3 2 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 2 6 5 5 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 6 6 5 1 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 22 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 6 6 6 4 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 2 4 5 2 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 1 6 2 1 Okay it doesn't allow for more than 15 rolls at once so I just rolled multiple times plus from what you said earlier I may be rolling again lol where was this kind of luck the last time I played Feathered said: ↑ Should we just roll 20d6 since otherwise we would have to roll five times separately Click to expand... It'd be 24d6 since you have six stats... I guess you could? I would personally just roll them all out separately and then edit my post to throw a spoiler on them so they don't take up a huge amount of space. Keeps things a little simpler IMHO, but if you want to roll all the dice at once and then group them in fours from first to last I guess if you want... Go ahead? Rollin' Spoiler Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 4 3 1 6 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 8 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 4 1 1 2 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 1 3 5 4 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 4 2 4 4 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 5 1 6 6 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:12pm See dice roll details 6 5 3 1 Well. That's... disappointing. Edit: forgot one roll. Actually, that's not too bad. Fell grave said: ↑ Rollin' Spoiler Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 4 3 1 6 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 8 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 4 1 1 2 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 1 3 5 4 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 4 2 4 4 Fell grave rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:10pm See dice roll details 5 1 6 6 Well. That's... disappointing. Click to expand... It's not that bad... Counting your earlier roll that's 14, 13, 7, 12, 12, 17. Apart from the 7 I'd say that's pretty damn good in fact... Spectral Waltz said: ↑ It's not that bad... Counting your earlier roll that's 14, 13, 7, 12, 12, 17. Apart from the 7 I'd say that's pretty damn good in fact... Click to expand... Yeah. I'm going to go for a monk then. You mind if I use the Variant Human for my race? Fell grave said: ↑ Yeah. I'm going to go for a monk then. You mind if I use the Variant Human for my race? Click to expand... Not at all~ Feathered said: ↑ Should we just roll 20d6 since otherwise we would have to roll five times separately Spoiler: Rolls Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 8 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 1 2 3 2 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 2 6 5 5 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 6 6 5 1 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 22 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 6 6 6 4 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 2 4 5 2 Feathered rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:14pm See dice roll details 1 6 2 1 Okay it doesn't allow for more than 15 rolls at once so I just rolled multiple times plus from what you said earlier I may be rolling again lol where was this kind of luck the last time I played Click to expand... Well... that works out to 7, 16, 17, 18, 11, 9So when you rolled high you rolled high, when you rolled low you rolled low... I'm not going to force you to re-roll that, but if you really want to you can. Eh, I like it, very polarizing, so I'll keep it Mind if I jump in to play? Luigilewis889 said: ↑ Mind if I jump in to play? Click to expand... Still have one open slot so sure, I'll write you in. By the way my character will be a Warlock Half-Elf I think I'll make an Even Fighter then. Spoiler: Ability Scores Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 12 For: Ability Score 1 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 4 3 2 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Ability Score 1 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 4 6 3 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 17 For: Ability Score 3 (Oops :P) Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 6 4 4 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: Ability Score 4 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 5 1 1 6 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 7 For: Ability Score 5 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 1 3 2 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Ability Score 6 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 2 6 4 4 So, a 9, 13, 14, 12, 6, 14... Luigilewis889 said: ↑ I think I'll make an Even Fighter then. Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 12 For: Ability Score 1 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 4 3 2 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Ability Score 1 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 4 6 3 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 17 For: Ability Score 3 (Oops :P) Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 6 4 4 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: Ability Score 4 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 5 1 1 6 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 7 For: Ability Score 5 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 1 3 2 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Ability Score 6 Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:46pm See dice roll details 2 6 4 4 Click to expand... So... 10, 13, 14, 12, 6, 14.I'll let you re-roll those, that's pretty bad. A few nasty lows and nothing super high to offset them. Alright! Attempt two! Spoiler: Ability Scores Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 9 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:49pm See dice roll details 1 3 1 4 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 12 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:49pm See dice roll details 2 5 4 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:49pm See dice roll details 4 3 2 6 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 12 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:50pm See dice roll details 4 4 2 2 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 7 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:50pm See dice roll details 2 1 3 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:50pm See dice roll details 2 6 4 4 8, 11, 13, 10, 6, 14... How did I get worse? Luigilewis889 said: ↑ Alright! Attempt two! Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 9 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:49pm See dice roll details 1 3 1 4 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 12 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:49pm See dice roll details 2 5 4 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:49pm See dice roll details 4 3 2 6 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 12 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:50pm See dice roll details 4 4 2 2 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 7 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:50pm See dice roll details 2 1 3 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:50pm See dice roll details 2 6 4 4 Click to expand... I think the dice don't like you do they... One more? I swear at this point this entire threat will just be me rolling ability scores. If this doesn't work out, I request permission to switch to the Standard Array (15, 14, 13, 12, 10, 8). Spoiler: PLEASE BE GOOD Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 4 3 5 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 17 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 2 6 6 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 5 2 5 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 4 1 3 2 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 2 3 1 4 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 3 1 6 5 12, 15, 13, 9, 9, 14Well, it's not worse, at least. Luigilewis889 said: ↑ I swear at this point this entire threat will just be me rolling ability scores. If this doesn't work out, I request permission to switch to the Standard Array (15, 14, 13, 12, 10, 8). Spoiler: PLEASE BE GOOD Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 4 3 5 1 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 17 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 2 6 6 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 5 2 5 3 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 4 1 3 2 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 2 3 1 4 Luigilewis889 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Ability Score Rolled on: May-30-2017, 11:52pm See dice roll details 3 1 6 5 12, 15, 13, 9, 9, 14 Well, it's not worse, at least. Click to expand... Alright go ahead and switch to standard array then... Yes those dice... Alright sorry this took so long but had to redo the sheet since my computer crapped out for a second then also had to eat dinner, but now the character sheet is complete, do I just post a link to it? Chris Light Fellow Shoot. Forgot we were starting at level 3. Barely remembered myself Feathered said: ↑ Alright sorry this took so long but had to redo the sheet since my computer crapped out for a second then also had to eat dinner, but now the character sheet is complete, do I just post a link to it? #id=1226357Click to expand... Looks good, I'm about to head out for a bit, but I'll add the link and details to your entry in the first post later. If you'd like you could put a list of kinks you're hoping to see in the thread? Just so I can start figuring out where I might want to put some of the smut beats? Feathered said: ↑ Barely remembered myself Click to expand... You might want to double-check though, it looks like you still have level one health. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Looks good, I'm about to head out for a bit, but I'll add the link and details to your entry in the first post later. If you'd like you could put a list of kinks you're hoping to see in the thread? Just so I can start figuring out where I might want to put some of the smut beats? Click to expand... There's not much that I dislike, but what I don't like probably wouldn't come up anyway, cause that's stuff like watersports, scat, euro, you know, the real extreme stuff. [/spoiler] Fell grave said: ↑ You might want to double-check though, it looks like you still have level one health. There's not much that I dislike, but what I don't like probably wouldn't come up anyway, cause that's stuff like watersports, scat, euro, you know, the real extreme stuff. Click to expand... Thank you I completely forgot that Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Looks good, I'm about to head out for a bit, but I'll add the link and details to your entry in the first post later. If you'd like you could put a list of kinks you're hoping to see in the thread? Just so I can start figuring out where I might want to put some of the smut beats? Click to expand... Let's see major kink would probably been Mind control, corruption, Tentacles, and gang bang/rape. The first three are more just flavor for her relationship with her patron but well still kinda her kink she just is not sure if she liked it before or after the pact. Otherwise, same as Fell grave not into scat, euro, or really extreme stuff, edit: I thought about it and realize my definition of extreme might be different so going to add that I'm completely okay with monsters (Dragons, Ogres, orcs, Minotaur's, etc.) though that's unlikely since they much rather want to kill or eat our characters. Spoiler: Rolls for level up health Feathered rolled 2 die of 8 faces, total: 6 Rolled on: May-31-2017, 01:38am See dice roll details 3 3 Alright health actually for level whoops, also I added in her armor class but that's only after casting mage armor Lia Night breeze, Even Fighter and sailor of the high seas, at your service~As for my own kinks, like Fell grave, as long as it's not the extreme stuff, I'm generally good with it. ...boy, we're going to get into some kinky stuff now, aren't we. Should be interesting. Karilla Dancer, ready and waiting. Everyone is female so far lol lets hope that we don't run into any particularly voracious pack of bandits, mmm, or maybe we could after some fun I'll just drive them crazy lol Are there still open slots for this? Because I would absolutely like to join if there are. searcher8 said: ↑ Are there still open slots for this? Because I would absolutely like to join if there are. Click to expand... Spectral Waltz went offline so while I think I remember there being two open slots before Luigi Lewis joined you'll have to wait, there is the chance that if the other two that showed interest in the interest thread don't take their slots you could get in that way, Can't know for sure until they are back, Of course not being the DM I can't promise anything, sorry. searcher8 said: ↑ Are there still open slots for this? Because I would absolutely like to join if there are. Click to expand... I return! And while I would prefer to keep this to five players, I could technically go to six.... Would you be interested in playing a male character? We have three women so far. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ I return! And while I would prefer to keep this to five players, I could technically go to six.... Would you be interested in playing a male character? We have three women so far. Click to expand... A male character is fine with me! I'm thinking of either going with a Barbarian or a Cleric. Spoiler: stats searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:32am See dice roll details 5 4 2 2 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 2 2 4 5 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 2 4 5 3 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 1 4 3 3 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 2 1 4 4 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 19 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 6 3 6 4 searcher8 said: ↑ A male character is fine with me! I'm thinking of either going with a Barbarian or a Cleric. Spoiler: stats searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:32am See dice roll details 5 4 2 2 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 2 2 4 5 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 2 4 5 3 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 1 4 3 3 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 2 1 4 4 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 19 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 02:33am See dice roll details 6 3 6 4 Click to expand... decent, a little on the average side, I could offer a re-roll if you want? Aww, my preferred class I mentioned got taken overnight, sad face... I was really hoping to play a monk, too... Let me think. Spoiler: stats Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:27am See dice roll details 1 3 6 4 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:28am See dice roll details 2 3 1 4 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:28am See dice roll details 1 3 3 3 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:29am See dice roll details 3 3 2 2 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:29am See dice roll details 5 1 3 4 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 13 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:29am See dice roll details 5 2 3 3 Hmm, 13 12 12 9 9 8Not exactly the best... Spectral Waltz said: ↑ decent, a little on the average side, I could offer a re-roll if you want? Click to expand... Sure, why not? Spoiler searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:34am See dice roll details 3 3 6 4 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:34am See dice roll details 5 1 6 6 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:34am See dice roll details 5 5 1 3 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:34am See dice roll details 3 4 6 5 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 10 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:34am See dice roll details 1 3 3 3 searcher8 rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 For: stats Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:34am See dice roll details 6 2 4 2 You're taking that one, high average, sure. Ah, rogue might be fun, but could I please request a reroll? Davian_Seq said: ↑ Ah, rogue might be fun, but could I please request a reroll? Click to expand... OOP, didn't see you roll there, yeah you can reroll those. Spoiler: Rerolls! Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 8 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 1 1 5 1 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 5 4 3 3 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 5 3 6 2 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 4 1 5 1 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 4 6 3 5 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 21 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 5 5 6 5 16, 15, 14, 12, 10, 7. A much more manageable distribution. Davian_Seq said: ↑ Spoiler: Rerolls! To go here Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 8 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 1 1 5 1 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 15 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 5 4 3 3 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 16 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 5 3 6 2 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 4 1 5 1 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 18 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 4 6 3 5 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 21 For: Rerolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:49am See dice roll details 5 5 6 5 Click to expand... 7, 10, 14, 12, 10, 15?HHH.... You can re-roll again if you want. Spoiler: Pre-rolls Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 14 For: Pre-rolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:54am See dice roll details 4 3 3 4 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 19 For: Pre-rolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:54am See dice roll details 6 3 5 5 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: Pre-rolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:54am See dice roll details 3 3 4 1 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 17 For: Pre-rolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:54am See dice roll details 5 5 3 4 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 11 For: Pre-rolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:54am See dice roll details 4 1 5 1 Davian_Seq rolled 4 die of 6 faces, total: 20 For: Pre-rolls Rolled on: May-31-2017, 06:54am See dice roll details 5 5 6 4 11, 16, 10, 14, 10, 16. Yeah no, not rerolling those, those are just fine. Yay, look good to me! A shame someone went monk, after I already expressed interest in the class... Davian_Seq said: ↑ Yay, look good to me! A shame someone went monk, after I already expressed interest in the class... Click to expand... Sorry about that. I didn't see your post. Nah, no worries, it happens. I'll go slinky cat-burglar probably! Ah, time to write her up!EDIT: Pooh, or I could go rogue/shadow monk multiclass, if that's okay, Spectral?EDITED IT: Eh, never mind, I'll just go rogue. Davian_Seq said: ↑ Nah, no worries, it happens. I'll go slinky cat-burglar probably! Ah, time to write her up! EDIT: Pooh, or I could go rogue/shadow monk multiclass, if that's okay, Spectral? EDITED IT: Eh, never mind, I'll just go rogue. Click to expand... Missed the edits, I'd be okay with rogue/shadow monk if you wanted, but it's up to you. Alrighty! To be edited with character traits, description and background, may I present... Arriana De'ATH! Ah, and she likes her bondage and being tied up and immobile in general, by the way - apart from the standard dislikes others mentioned, I'm pretty open otherwise. Davian_Seq said: ↑ Alrighty! To be edited with character traits, description and background, may I present... Adriana De'ATH! Click to expand... Looks good, I think the only one left to post a character issearcher8now? I will probably work up an introduction sometime tomorrow, and we can get started. Huh. I guess Searcher and I are going to be tanking then? If I'd known that I would have gone for Way of the Open Hand or Long Death instead of Sun Soul. Hmm, nah, I'd still go with Sun Soul. By the way, anybody catch the character mine's a reference to? Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Looks good, I think the only one left to post a character is searcher8 now? I will probably work up an introduction sometime tomorrow, and we can get started. Click to expand... I won't be able to get it done until tonight since I have work, but I'll definitely get it done before tomorrow, don't worry. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Looks good, I think the only one left to post a character is searcher8 now? I will probably work up an introduction sometime tomorrow, and we can get started. Click to expand... I hadn't either. As time was running a bit short I used the standard array to build a Paladin (Miriam Smith) as it's not something I've played before. Kinkwise I don't like anything extreme and quite like bondage, corruption and damsel in distress type scenarios. So pretty standard by the look of the thread. Scholastic Tortoise said: ↑ I hadn't either. As time was running a bit short I used the standard array to build a Paladin (Miriam Smith) as it's not something I've played before. Kink wise I don't like anything extreme and quite like bondage, corruption and damsel in distress type scenarios. So pretty standard by the look of the thread. Click to expand... You're missing your HP total. So that's five women and -if searcher goes ahead with making a male character-one man. That's... Slightly more skewed than I expected. And as for kinks, probably going to have some lustful monsters after all considering how the general interest appears to be leaning in that direction... I do still have some work to do today, so intro won't be going up just yet, but we still have to wait on searcher's character sheet so that should be fine. I don't mind switching my character to a male, though He would be a trap, also it would add Bi, Freedom, and Macedon (on The part of other males on him) to his kink list so if the others don't mind So just to check, what level are we supposed to be starting as? Because if we're all level 1, I'm all set, since I just finished making my Half-Orc fighter here. If we're going to be at a higher level though, I'd like to know how we're dealing with HP. Are we rolling? Going with max HP every level? Or going with the middle of the road option? We are starting at level three, as for how to do hp I just rolled myself though I don't know what anyone else did. I took the "X each level" option in the brackets. searcher8 said: ↑ So just to check, what level are we supposed to be starting as? Because if we're all level 1, I'm all set, since I just finished making my Half-Orc fighter here. If we're going to be at a higher level though, I'd like to know how we're dealing with HP. Are we rolling? Going with max HP every level? Or going with the middle of the road option? Click to expand... You can take the X each level option from the book or toss some rolls up here, either or. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ You can take the X each level option from the book or toss some rolls up here, either or. Click to expand... Got it. Rolling searcher8 rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 2+3 = 5 Rolled on: June-01-2017, 03:03am See dice roll details 2 searcher8 rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 8+3 = 11 Rolled on: June-01-2017, 03:03am See dice roll details 8 EDIT: Anyway, with that done, here is the fully finished sheet.#id=1227553 Full party get! A sailor, a cultist, a noble, a hermit, a thief, and a soldier. Sounds like the start of a really complicated joke that was a lot funnier in someone's head. Luigilewis889 said: ↑ Full party get! A sailor, a cultist, a noble, a hermit, a thief, and a soldier. Sounds like the start of a really complicated joke that was a lot funnier in someone's head. Click to expand... And if my previous experiences with D&D and HQ are any indicator, it'll probably a joke that ends with the words "... The Aristocrats" searcher8 said: ↑ And if my previous experiences with Damp;D and HQ are any indicator, it'll probably a joke that ends with the words "... The Aristocrats"Click to expand... While there will be debauchery, I am actually planning to run a real campaign here. Not aiming for all leads all the time. Speaking of which, IC thread should be up in an hour or two. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ While there will be debauchery, I am actually planning to run a real campaign here. Not aiming for all leads all the time. Speaking of which, IC thread should be up in an hour or two. Click to expand... That sounds perfect! I can't wait. Of note, have the map of the continent this campaign will be taking place on. (Took me fifteen minutes to get the damn thing scanned and transferred properly without losing image quality all over the place Spoiler: Big-Ass Map The IC thread is up! Cool. I should have my post up some time tonight hopefully, assuming nothing major comes up. Set up an IOC thread for talk and for rolling of any dice that need to be rolled before a turn is written out. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Set up an IOC thread for talk and for rolling of any dice that need to be rolled before a turn is written out. To expand... *blinks* I thought that was what this thread was. Fell grave said: ↑ *blinks* I thought that was what this thread was. Click to expand... Technically this was supposed to just be an interest gathering and consolidating thread... I guess I could have this thread transferred over to the IOC board though now that we're underway? Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Technically this was supposed to just be an interest gathering and consolidating thread... I guess I could have this thread transferred over to the IOC board though now that we're underway? Click to expand... I think that would make the most sense, since everyone's already posted here.

[NSFW] - Pursuit of the Lich - D&D 5e|rating:3.0

An Everyday Transaction

Taylor stood out in the open air, holding back the shiver that was threatening to wrack through her body. She was scarcely wearing anything. Only a much too small bra had been placed on her, her breasts overflowing out of them, along with much too small panties, so small in fact that they were slightly forced up inside of her clit and button hole, leaving little to the imagination. You see, Taylor was a sex slave just as many females in that day and age were. She had gone to a school that had forced her into submission as well as taught her, and now it was finally auction day. Once Taylor had actually been considered a rather rebellious and functions girl, but no more. She had been tortured and shown her place enough times that her spirit was completely and utterly broken." The auction is starting, don't forget to smile and get into position," the mistress of the school told the lined up female slaves. Simply nodding, Taylor got onto her knees, spreading her legs wide and making sure to proudly hold out her breasts for others to see. The men coming were coming to observe them and the mistress wanted to make it as easy as possible for them. Wincing slightly as the handcuffs she wore dug into her wrist, Taylor lowered her head, being instructed not to look at the men unless instructed. She only hoped she would get sold because if she didn't, she would become worthless and the more worthless something was, the worse they went through. Among the men visiting the market was Era Matthews, a man barely known in this place since he seldom went looking for slaves. While many were addicted to owning harems of girls, Era cared little about that... He was picky as well, and that was one of the reasons he rarely went. On this fateful day though, he had finally decided that he would at least go take a look. Perhaps if he was really lucky, there would finally be a girl who caught his eye... So he walked calmly around the market, casting glances here and there - until his gaze landed on a pretty, young woman in underwear that seemed painfully small. Eran himself was clad casually, but nicely - dark jeans, leather shoes and a nice, black shirt with rolled up sleeves. He stopped in front of the girl, and looked her over." Can you stand up, miss? I want to see your stomach as well as possible..." Yeah, that was probably a weird thing to say... but the midriff was the main thing for him, and he saw no reason to hold back. Taylor watched as different types of shoes passed by her ranging from dress shoes to tennis shoes to boots. They all had one thing in common though, they all belonged to men. Every once in a while a pair of shoes stopped in front of her before moving on. No one bothered to say anything to her and no one seemed at all interested. That was, until one pair of shoes came to a fault in front of her, and she heard the man's voice speak to her, asking her to stand up. She thought the request was rather odd seeing as most men asked to see, well, other parts of the body which it was why their mistress asked them to sit in the position they were in. She had never heard such a request though, but it wasn't her position to ask about it or refuse. With much difficulty without the use of her hands to push herself up onto her feet, Taylor clambered to her feet and stood in front of the man, keeping her head lowered as she had been taught, looking at his feet. As the girl got up on her feet, Era's gaze went over her body. She was beautiful... with smooth, slender legs, breasts that were not too big nor too small... and of course the main thing: a flat, soft looking stomach.(Guessing. Correct me if wrong) Immediately, he felt the craving. He wanted to put a hand on that bare midriff... feel just how soft and vulnerable she was there... and then, he would indulge in his little secret desire... The very thought had him smile slightly." Good... I will buy you." he said and sent her a more friendly smile, before looking towards the salesman." Have her clothed and brought to my home. The address is as follows..." Taylor looked up surprised when the man said he would but her. Did he really just buy her based off of her midriff? It wasn't as is she was complaining, it was either get sold or face dire consequences back at the academy. If she didn't get sold it meant she hadn't been taught well enough according to the academy. Upon the man's instructions, the mistress came over to her and uncuffed her hands only to put a collar on her neck and lead her back to the home. Now was the point where she would be prepared for her new owner, just as one would prepare a turkey for eating. First came the washing and then came the part where they layered on the makeup and twisted her hair up. Everything was foreseen by the mistress until Taylor was clothed in a rather revealing lingerie and her hands were once again handcuffed behind her back. Being prepared, Taylor was pushed into a car and driven to the address given where she was dropped off and left on the doorstep for her new master. After making the purchase, he sent the girl another smile before finally leaving. This might become fascinating... Later on as he heard the car pull up outside his home - a fairly large, modern house with a large backyard containing a big pool. He Strode through the house with all its casual, yet slightly modern furniture and items, and went straight for the door. When he opened it, he lifted an eyebrow and beckoned her to come in." Is that what they called dressed? Hah... we will do something about that. Welcome to your new home... what is your name?" Taylor stepped into the nice looking home as she was beckoned to do so. So far, this man actually seemed pretty nice and his home was rather nice and modern as well. It seemed to be almost as big as the academy and they square hundreds of girls into that place while this one contained only one man and, well, now her. Taylor looked at the man in slight confusion as he commented on her clothes. This was the only type of clothing they had at the academy. She had never worn anything different before ever since she was a very small child. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to wear something more normal. Well, normal for other people. Taylor was also a bit surprised when he asked her for her name. They had been taught that many masters never needed or asked for a name, but apparently that didn't apply to this man. He was very much different from the men she had been told about and taught for." My name is Taylor," she answered his question, it being only half right. Taylor was at least the name the academy gave her. She honestly didn't know what her birth name was. "Taylor." he repeated her name and nodded." Welcome to your new home then, Taylor. My name is Era." He closed the door, and walked past her, waving for her to follow him." Come." He would then lead her upstairs, through a hallway and into a large bedroom with a view of the pool and garden. There was a big, comfortable looking bed with fluffy pillows and a nice quilt, a desk with a chair, paper and writing utensils, a closed laptop as well as a large closet." This will be your room. Everything in here is for you to use as you please." he said and walked over to open the closet." I have taken the liberty of getting you some clothing as well - this should suffice, at least for a while." Within the closet was all manner of clothes, from pants and skirts and shorts, to blouses, dresses and tops... underwear and soft towels as well. There was a good amount of everything, forming the possibility of multiple styles - though there was a clear, high amount of crop tops and short tops, designed to show off the midriff in more or less modest ways." Please help yourself. Spend some time here, see what you have and get used to it. When you are comfortable, you can find me downstairs." he said. Taylor followed her new master, now introduced as Era. As she walked into the bedroom, she looked around it, the amazing view being the first thing to catch her attention. Her initial thought had been that the magnificent room was his, but the room looked a bit empty to be his there being no paintings or posters and such around and partially no belongings. Never in a million years would she have thought it would be hers though." For me?" She simply asked in surprise as her eyes quickly scanned the contents of the room. That comfortable looking bed, the amazing view, the clothes, not to mention the laptop. She had never been allowed to use one before, let alone had one." Thank you," she smiled as he left, and she went to the closet, picking out a gray crop top and some jeans. Next, she tried the bed, finding that it was even more comfortable than it looked. She couldn't wait to sleep in it. After exploring the room a bit more, she made her way back down the staircase in search for Era. "You are welcome, Taylor." he said just before he closed the door. Many masters were cruel enough to treat girls like animals... but he was different. While he had purchased her to satisfy a certain need of his, he also wanted her to be well. It set him apart from most others, and was the very reason he seldomly socialized. As she came down the stairs a bit later, he rose from his big, gray couch and smiled at the sight of her. The crop top showed off the main attraction, her smooth, soft-looking midriff, very well... and she no longer looked like a BDSM slave." You look good." he said." Real clothes fit you much better." Taylor looked down at her clothes as Era complimented her on them. It felt so strange to her, wearing the clothes any normal woman would wear, but she liked it. She knew they were just clothes, but they made her feel like herself, more so than she had ever felt in years. Maybe that was why all the girls at the academy had been forced to wear such revealing things, it made them feel less like a person and more like objects that are to be sold. As she glanced back up from her clothes and to her new master, waiting for what her instructions would be, she couldn't help but wonder why. Why go through the trouble of getting her clothes and giving her own room? She had heard stories of men being cruel to their slaves as really once the girls were sold, they were hears to determine what to do with. Taylor was just glad that she hadn't gotten one of those type if owners. Really, she hadn't known anyone besides that type had existed. Era looked at her for a few moments. She seemed happy with the clothes, and that was good." You might wonder why you get all this..." he said calmly." You see... I did purchase you because of a... Hamm... Desire of mine. But that does not mean that you have to lead a miserable life." He sent her a small smile." I'd like you to be comfortable here. And if like a better life for you than the one you previously had." Taylor nodded, doing everything to hold back the tears of relief and happiness in her eyes in the case that this was all one cruel trick to see if she would follow the rules she had been taught, even when she was offered up, well, in a way freedom. At least more freedom than she had ever seen before. The idea of someone actually wanting her to be comfortable was completely new to her. She had grown up ever since she was a young child learning that she only lived to serve her master and if she didn't do something correctly, she was punished. No one had ever bothered to try to make her comfortable. She couldn't help but wonder what this desire of his was, however. Once again, maybe this was all a test, and she hadn't really been bought but had been sent there just to react. Or, maybe he was some twisted guy who liked to get his slave's guard down only to do something terrible. Or, maybe it really wasn't going to be that bad at all. Whatever it was, it wasn't her place to ask or really say anything in response to this at all. In the cast that this was some sort of test, she had to be careful Her silence was understandable. Eran knew how girls like her were trained... and he knew that it might be hard for her to dare to believe that all this was true. So maybe if he simply cut to the chase, and told her why he had purchased her." You will have noticed that there is quite a number of crop top and clothes like them in your closet." he said as he looked at her with a calm gaze." I have a strong... passion... for the female midriff. A slender, soft stomach is the most alluring part of a woman's body, at least in my slightly twisted mind." He kept his gaze at her eyes, and went on:"And that can also easily become... quite sadistic." Taylor nodded as Era explained exactly why had had bought her, glancing down at her own midriff to see it. She really had noticed that there were a number of crop tops and very short shirts in the closet, but she hadn't really thought any of it until now she supposed covering up everything but the midriff did put the focus on it. She did find his, well, passion as he put it, rather strange though. The focus had always been put on other parts of her body as she had been trained. She wasn't even sure how someone who adorned the midriff would actually do to her and the unknown made her slightly nervous. Everything she had ever learned or trained to do wasn't applicable here in this situation. What if she couldn't please him and was sent back? Everyone knew what happened to someone who was sent back, and it was in no way a good thing. "I realize that most men are much more interested in other parts of the body... but I will gladly guide you during... let's call it sessions." he said with a small smile." Now you know the basics of what I want from you. And honestly, when we are not doing that, I'd like you to simply live. Use your room, use the house and its facilities, have a swim in the pool if you want... I know it might be hard to trust this, but this is truly what I want. I'm not like those assholes who keep girls, other people, in cages and only lets them out for abuse." he said, a strong tone in his voice. There was some background to this..." In any case, Taylor... do you have any questions? You can ask anything, without fear of punishment." Taylor listened, becoming more and more surprised the longer her master spoke. Be would guide her? Back at the academy they had been taught to let the man take the lead but to also know how to respond and if they didn't do it correctly, they were punished. Then there was being able to wander the house. She couldn't believe she would actually be able to use the pool. She had never gone swimming before and would have loved to learn. Furthermore, she could hardly believe that she was actually going be able to live a somewhat normal life despite having been sold and her background. Then there was the last thing, she could ask a question without fear of punishment. She couldn't so much as speak without being punished before, let alone asking questions. This really had to be some kind of trick, right? Well, there was only one way to see." Would you punish me for anything?" She nervously asked. "What are your rules exactly?" He raised an eyebrow slightly as she asked her questions. Would he punish her for anything...? Eran took a breath, and replied:"I don't believe in punishment the same way that many others do. I believe in gaining trust." He knew how some people would go very, very far with punishments, even for the slightest of 'misbehaving'. It disgusted him." My rules are that you are free to roam the house and use any and all commodities here. This is your home now. You should, however, not leave the house without me - it would be unsafe." he said, thinking about the rules she asked for." And about the aforementioned sessions... I can ask you to do one with me, and in the probably not very likely case that you find out you likest, you can ask me to indulge in it as well. These are my only rules... oh, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. As you now know, I'm not about to slap you for asking if we can buy chocolate milk for our next breakfast." He smiled at her at that last bit. Taylor shook her head at Era in bewilderment. His only rule was to not leave without him, and he didn't believe in punishment? Her whole life she had to be careful about what she said or did in fear of messing up in any tiny way, and now she wouldn't have to. She could hardly believe it, in fact, she absolutely couldn't. She would have hugged the man, but that had never been deemed appropriate. Really, she had been taught not to touch anyone at all. As for the not being able to leave alone, Taylor wouldn't have ever dreamed of going out alone anyway. Everyone knew that wandering around when you were a female was by far a bad idea. In a world where most men used a lot of their money to buy girls, they would easily be happy to grab one off of the street for free. She could hardly believe she could actually ask for things as well. Not only could she use everything in the house, but she could ask for more? She could even ask for those sessions he was talking about if she liked them? The whole idea was foreign to her. She couldn't even remember what chocolate milk tasted like." But why?" Taylor asked curiously, a little less hesitant to ask it as nothing bad had happened from asking the other one. "Why...?" he repeated her question. He assumed she meant the most obvious thing ever - why was he giving her such freedom, instead of treating her like a piece of fuckable, beatable meat? Why did he talk about respect and trust, and offered her a life so different from what she had known until now?" Because in a world like ours, kindness is almost nonexisting. Cruelty is every day, and it makes people suffer... I don't like it." He smiled a bit, and continued:"Pain and suffering is no life. So I offer you this instead." Taylor nodded in agreement with everything he said. In fact, she hadn't thought kindness existed at all anymore. People seemed to actually get off and enjoy being cruel to others or even watching it. She just wondered how she was lucky enough to be bought by what had to be the one person who still believed in actually being kind to someone." Were you serious about the chocolate milk thing actually?" Taylor asked. "Do you actually have some for real?" Era smiled at her question, but did not reply. Instead, he turned around on his heels, and walked over to the kitchen part, where he opened the steel-Grey refrigerator. He took out a chocolate-brown carton and closed the fridge again, before he opened a cupboard and took forth two glasses." Come." he said as he opened the carton and poured the delicious, sweet drink into the two glasses. He calmly pushed one glass towards her, and took the other one himself." Enjoy." At first when Era walked away, she thought she was in trouble. This really was all some kind of twisted test, and now she was in trouble for actually falling for it and asking for something. She was really going to get it now. They were going to take her back and be given to the guy who every girl who was considered to be a bad product went to. It was a death sentence in the worst way possible. She was relieved however when he opened the fridge door and poured two glasses of some brown looking liquid which she guessed must have been chocolate milk." Wow, you actually do have some?" Taylor asked as she grabbed the glass and took a sip of the liquid. She didn't think she had ever tasted anything so sweet and cool in her life. "This is the best thing I have ever tasted," She said before she quickly downed the rest of the glass before it could be taken away from her. "Yeah, it's pretty good." he said and pushed the carton towards her. He sipped a bit from his own glass, and sent her a smile." It's my hope that you can begin to believe that this is all real, Taylor. I know it will take time... and that is alright." He drank the rest of the chocolate milk in his glass, and put it on the table." Plus, as a small token of respect, you are not obliged to do a session today. Enjoy your new home instead, and try if you can get a bit used to it." Taylor glanced at the chocolate milk carton as it was pushed her way again and then grabbed it, pouring herself some more. Back at the academy with hundreds of girls to feed, you either you jumped on grabbing the good stuff or you were stuck with the old and Molly food and the foodstuff was never even this good. After finishing her second glass, Taylor picked it up as well as his and took them over to the sink and washing them both. "I don't think I will ever get used to this place, but I can try." He let her go and wash the glasses. There was nothing wrong with that, and if he went too far with it all, she would definitely mistrust him. Eran smiled a bit at her words. That was a given... the thought, at least." Oh, you will. It may take some time, but you will get used to it. And I hope that you will grow to like it here." He meant it, and it was clear in both his voice and his eyes, if she paid attention." As for the rest of the day, as I said, you can do whatever you want to. I'll be somewhere in the house if you need me." There was no doubt about it, she for sure was going to like it there, she already did. She wasn't sure if she would ever get used to it after being wired to expect the exact opposite of this, but she for sure was going to love it. Once she finished washing the dishes, Taylor wandered up to what was considered her room, wondering what she should do next. She was so used to having someone tell her every move that she was honestly a bit lost. What exactly did she actually want to do? She was given a choice, and she had no idea what to do with it. Well, she did want to learn to swim, so maybe she should try the pool. Looking in her closet, Taylor found a one piece swimsuit that unsurprisingly showed off her midriff as most of the clothes that she now had did. Once she was dressed, she wandered the house until she found the door to the pool and went outside, cautiously easing herself into the shallow end where she could reach the bottom. Spending her own time might be a challenge, he knew that... but she would have to learn somehow. And perhaps the best way to learn this, was by simply trying. So when she appeared in the garden in a swimsuit, he calmly went to the large window in the living room, curious to see how she would fare. It seemed she intended to swim... and Era wondered if that was something she had learned. Taylor thought for a minute, staying close to the wall in the shallow end. She needed to figure out how to teach herself to swim. This was something she had always wanted to learn, but she never had been able to teach herself to do something she actually wanted to do before. How exactly did people go about learning to swim anyway without drowning. She supposed most people learned when they were children, and they had their parents help them, but she had to figure out how to do this on her own. Coming up with an idea, Taylor pushed off the wall and simply tried her best to swim around in the shallow area, putting her feet back down on the ground when she needed to. It was rough at first, but after a while she thought she had started to get the hang of things. Supposing she couldn't really learn unless she just dove right in and did it. Grabbing onto the wall and making her way to the deep end, going hand over hand, she turned and faced the opposite side of the pool. She was just about to push herself off and attempt to swim to the other side when she simply shook her head at herself. She wasn't ready. Furthermore, she would drown if she did it. Furthermore, she didn't even really have to know have to swim anyway. It wasn't like it was a skill she would ever have to use it. Going hand over hand, Taylor made her way back to the shallow end again and restored to simply sitting at the edge of the stairs leading down to the pool instead. He watched on as she fought for it, testing and trying her best... and when she lost her courage, he opened the sliding door and stepped out in the sun. He walked over to the pool and gave her a small smile, before sitting down near the edge." If you want to learn, I can teach you. Either on your own with me guiding you verbally, or I can join you." he said." It's not hard once you get the basics of it!"((Sorry it's so short!)) Taylor was slightly embarrassed Era sat down at the edge of the pool. He had probably been watching her the whole time. She was completely mortified. It was embarrassing that she didn't even know how to swim let alone, her lame attempt of trying." What's the point in learning anyway?" Taylor asked. "I mean, it's not like I'm ever going to get a chance to be on some swim team or go snorkeling or something," she pointed out. "You don't have to teach me. It will just be a waste of time."(You're all good) "The point is that swimming feels good. It's a fun activity." he said,"And who knows? Maybe I will take you snorkeling some day." He did understand her though. It was clear that it wasn't something she *needed*, but..." If this is something that you *want*, then it is definitely worth it, don't you think?" "I mean, I have always wanted to learn," Taylor admitted. "Though I don't know if it would be worth it when I don't need it," She said. What was the point of actually learning to do something for fun. Swimming wasn't a life skill that everyone needed. Well, unless you worked as a sailor or something like that. Besides, there was risk in learning to swim as well. She could drown or hurt herself, and she was honestly nervous about it." Don't you have other things to do anyway?" Taylor asked. "I mean, you own this huge house and have enough money to go to the slave market and buy someone. You must have a job or something." "Okay, look..." he said and pulled his shoes off." I know it's a process for you... but you, my girl, need to learn how to have fun!" And with that, he jumped in. Fully clothed. He shook his head, splashing water everywhere, and laughed." Loosen up! Try to enjoy this. I'll gladly teach you, but only if you would *like* to learn!" Did he just jump into the pool fully clothed? Wouldn't the chlorine ruin his clothes or something. It had to at least be slightly uncomfortable. She could have waited for him to change if he really wanted to get in." I don't think I actually had fun doing anything in, like, ever," Taylor said. "But I do actually want to learn, and I always have. You can go change into an actual swimsuit though if you want. I can just wait." "Hell no. I'm already soaked." he said with a grin." Okay... so the first thing you want to learn is the breast stroke. You have to move your legs like a frog, while you 'wing' the water with your hands. Like this." He set off from the bottom, and calmly showed her the method." The main thing is to believe you can do it. If you lose your courage, you might fail." Taylor watched closely at what Era did. Watching what someone did and copying exactly what they did was something she could actually do. After watching exactly what he did carefully, Taylor did the same thing, copying his every move but staying in the shallow end just in case. Surprisingly, she actually did somewhat decently." How did you learn how to swim anyway?" She asked curiously. "Did you teach yourself? You probably had a lot of time and your own pool after all." "Good job, Taylor!" he said with an encouraging smile. Her question made him quirk a brow though. She really did assume that he had had the perfect life... Of course, his own, past misery could never beat what she had been through, but even so." I taught myself. And no... I grew up as a servant boy, actually." "What?" Taylor asked in surprise as she put her feet back down on the ground and turned back to face him. She would have never thought that he had been a servant boy in the past, but then again, it made everything make more sense. The reason why he wasn't like the others and didn't believe in punishment and all that, he could probably relate in a way to her." So, if you were a servant boy then, how are you not one now? How are you living in this huge house? How did you out?" He smiled a bit at her surprise. This girl could be pretty cute, he thought..." At a certain point, after a certain row of events, it was discovered that I had a talent for fighting. So I was taken in by a martial artist and trained for competition." He looked up a house, before returning his gaze to her." I've won a few championships since then, and that laid the foundation." "Well, you're lucky you found that talent then," Taylor pointed out. She couldn't imagine how exactly he had found out he was good at fighting without getting in trouble for it. To find out he was good at it, he had to have fought someone. She was glad he had been good at it though or else she wouldn't have been there." You must have been really, perfect at it considering this place," she commented. "You must have won a lot of fights." "Yeah well... it got me to where I am now. And it got you to where you are as well." he said and swam a little closer to her. Of course, he had had the benefit of being male... had he been a girl when this talent was discovered, he would have been killed in a horrible, horrible way. But that was all in the past..." Maybe I can teach you to fight, so you can defend yourself. If you want, that is!" "Teach myself to fight?" Taylor asked. Sure, the being able to do what she wanted and swimming lessons had surprised her, but this was completely unthinkable. A girl who knew how to fight and defend herself? That was unheard of. They weren't ever supposed to defend themselves, and they weren't supposed to know how to. If someone taught their girl how to fight, she could use it against them and turn on them. She had never even thought of it before. She didn't even know if it was technically even legal for her to learn. "Yeah. If I teach you, you can gain a lot from it! And you could help me a bit with training." he said. Eran didn't care about the norms... if he wanted to teach her to fight, and she wanted it too, then nobody could stop him." If you want to, of course. You can think about it." he said, smiling genuinely at her. It wasn't a lie that she would gain a lot from learning. She could actually walk along the streets alone without fear of being attacked. Learning how to defend yourself was the key to freedom and the man who had bought her was willing to give her that? It made no sense to her as if he taught her he could possibly be giving her the very way to escape and there would go his money and what he had bought with it." If it helped me to help you, sure," Taylor finally decided. She was eager to learn to help herself for once, but she felt as if it would give her some kind of sense of purpose again if it meant learning would help her to help him as well. "Good, it's a deal then!" he said with a happy grin. He turned around then, and made his way over to the edge of the pool, where he climbed up, and sat down, watching her." Whew... are you good on your own? Fun as this was, I really should get into some dry clothes..." He smiled at her, actually waiting for her reply. Taylor nodded as he asked her if she would be good alone while he changed. She had expected him to simply leave as this was his house after all, but finding that he seemed to be waiting for her answer, she quickly did." Yeah, I'll be fine," She answered as she herself got out of the pool, realizing she should have probably brought a towel with her. "I think I'll go inside and chance as well if that's all right of course." "Of course. Go right ahead." he said, knowing that the confirmation would be of help to her. She had much to learn... and it would be difficult. Eran grabbed his shoes, and walked back inside, heading for his own room in order to dry off, and change. When he came out into the living room a few minutes later, he was wearing a pair of loose jeans, and a casual, black shirt, once again with rolled up sleeves. His hair was a slight mess, as he had not set it after he dried it. With his permission, Taylor made her way up to her room and opened her closet to change, but before she could, the shower in the connected bathroom caught her eye. They had all taken turns using the shower every other day at the academy, and it wasn't like there had been any hot water. She wondered if it would be alright for her to use it. He had said she could use everything in the house after all and there was some soap and shampoo invitingly sitting in it. Making up her mind, she nervously and instinctively glanced around the room out of habit, making sure no one was watching. Finding herself alone, Taylor quickly undressed and turned on the water, touching it to find it hot, far to hot. She hastily messed with the dial until the water felt just right and got in, sighing in relief and pleasure at the warm water. She imagined it felt like what being under a warm blanket. Furthermore, she didn't take long to enjoy it however, as she quickly washed and got out, just in the case that she wasn't supposed to have taken one. Feeling really fresh and clean, Taylor put on another crop top, this one being a light blue, and some shorts, before making her way downstairs and finding Era in the living room. He smiled at the sight of her. Crop top and shorts... that perfect midriff on display, as well as her slender, smooth legs... he loved the sight of her. He also noticed that she had showered, of course. It was evident, looking at her hair." Did you enjoy the shower? It is yours to use as you wish, of course." he said and put his hands casually in his pockets while he looked at her." I for one, tend to take really long ones... sometimes a whole hour. Just because the warm water is so damn nice." Taylor silently cursed herself as her hand touched the ends of her hair, feeling that it was wet. She had forgotten to dry it, making it clear that she had used the shower. She half expected him to be angry that she hadn't asked him first, but the other half of her didn't as thus far he had seemed to be understanding and had in fact, let her do what she wished. She was slightly relieved when he seemed to think nothing of it and told her it was hers to use as she would wish. Furthermore, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to stand under that warm water for a whole hour. The longest shower she had ever taken was a ten-minute one." It sounds really nice," Taylor smiled as she sat down on the couch next to him, thinking of ways she could now pass the time. It felt odd actually having free time on her hands. "You should try it next time. Be a little good to yourself." He smiled as she sat down next to him. Eran grabbed the remote, and leaned back in the couch with a happy sigh." So, Taylor..." he said and sent her an almost suggestive smile." Have you ever watched a movie?" He raised the remote, and turned on the TV. It was already in streaming mode, and there was a row of movies, cartoons and series available on the screen. "Well, I haven't exactly watched a movie per se," Taylor said. Sure, she had watched things on a TV before, but it wasn't a movie meant for their enjoyment. They had to learn how to please whoever bought them when getting sexual, but they had to stay virgins and be saved for whoever bought them, so they watched movies and videos that showed what they were expected to do and what they should expect as well. She hadn't watched anything besides that before. Judging by the different pictures on the TV that she assumed portrayed what the movie was, none of them were like that. In fact, most of them looked to be complete nonsense. How could a Panda do Kung Fu and dragons certainly didn't exist nor did superheroes. "Do you want to?" he asked, as he browsed through the many movies and series." You might be surprised at how creative they can be." Truly, he did not know if this was something the girl wanted. Perhaps it was too much, too early? In any case, he would definitely give her the chance. "Sure," Taylor simply answered as she watched him scroll through the many, many choices there were. There were so many to choose from, how could someone choose one out of so many? Honestly, it was kind of overwhelming, seeing all the choices that there were when she had never really been given any choice I'm anything before." But, you choose which one," she quickly added not even wanting to be asked to make a choice out of all of them. Besides, she had never seen a movie before, so she didn't know what they were like. "Alright then!" he said and browsed through the movies and series a bit. What would she enjoy, he wondered... and he realized that he had no idea. Probably like she didn't have any idea about it either." Hmmm... let's take a lighthearted one." he said, and picked a cheeky comedy. He hoped to get her laughing, at least once... that would be a victory! "Yeah, a lighthearted one sounds like a good idea," Taylor nodded in agreement. She didn't think a horror or crime type of movie was the best idea for her first movie ever. The idea of people liking horror movies was strange to her. Why would someone actually want to scare? Maybe it was that you could be scared for however long movies lasted, and then it was over with. She didn't know, but Taylor was sure she had been scared enough in her life for a lifetime. ...and then there was Era, who really, really, REALLY did not like horror movies. Sure enough, he was fairly brave in real life, as he had proved very seriously in his past... but those jump scare scenes..." Lighthearted it is!" he said and pressed play. The movie began, and he leaned back in the sofa, hoping for the best. Taylor honestly had no idea what to expect, but it wasn't what the movie actually ended up being. It was so long, like a couple of hours, and it actually told a story. It was almost like watching someone's whole life through a screen, or part of their life. If she hadn't known it wasn't real, she would have thought it all had really happened. It was funny and sad and exciting all at the same time. It was a good one, he thought... he'd watched it before, and enjoyed it every time. A safe bet, he assumed. As the end credits started rolling over the screen, he turned his head to look at her. He gave her a small smile, and said:"So... what do you think of that? Is it something you want to do once in a while?" "Wow, that's what I think about it," Taylor said, not able to exactly describe what she had thought about the movie. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before, but she did know that she wanted to watch one again. She couldn't exactly decide if she liked it or if she had simply found it overwhelming, but there was no way she would get used to movie if she never watched another one again." Yeah, I think I would like to watch one again," She answered. "Great!" he said. Success...! It was obvious that too much would be overwhelming for her. He did know that the girls raised at those places did not exactly watch any good movies..." So then... anything else you would like to do?" he asked." It can be anything, really. Just ask." "What I want to do?" Taylor asked thinking about it for a minute. She didn't even know what she wanted to do. She didn't know what her options were. Even just having two or three options had been a lot for her and now that she had tried the pool and watched a movie, she didn't know what else there was to do." I honestly have no idea what to do," She admitted. "I suppose I'm just used to having a strict schedule I'm supposed to follow and doing something I actually like was never exactly included." It wasn't surprising that she did not know what she wanted to do... Not really. It occurred to Era just how good she looked in those shorts and crop top, but he quickly shot those thoughts away. He had promised her that she did not have to do a 'session' today, and he intended to keep that promise." Well... Hamm..." He pondered a bit, and then said:"Are you hungry? I could cook something." "I could go for something to eat," Taylor nodded, realizing she actually was pretty hungry. "But, I can cook something. I mean, I'm supposed to be here to do something more than lounge around your house and use your things," Taylor pointed out. When of the things she had learned to do was cook, and she thought herself to be pretty decent at it. Not that she ever got to try her cooking more than a couple of bites. "Alright then." he said, thinking that it might actually be a good idea. If he did cook, she might feel awkward and frustrated, not knowing what to do... and if he helped her cook, she might seek permission to do everything instead of just doing it..." Well, go right ahead then. You may use whatever you can find in the kitchen! Make whatever you feel like." Taylor nodded as she walked into the kitchen and opened both the refrigerator and freezer to see what he had. He did have a lot of food, more than they had ever had to practice with back at that academy. Taylor stood there for what had to be at least a whole couple of minutes trying to decide what to make. In the end, she decided to go simple. There was no point in trying something complicated and messing it up. Grabbing some ingredients, Taylor began to make spaghetti with some homemade sauce. The spaghetti was simple enough, but she was hoping the sauce would make it more than just something she threw together in ten minutes.

An Everyday Transaction|rating:3.0

Trapped in a Video Game (AngelsSonata and MVO33)

Matt was excited, today was the first day in months that he had a day that was truly free, no work, no school, no nothing. He just relax play some video games and veg for the most part. To help with that Matt invited a friend over to hang with. Matt was still living at home since he attends a local college but mainly stays in his room. This weekend his parents are out of town on a vacation, this means he has the whole house to himself...except for his sister. Mary was a year younger than Matt and also in college, but unlike the more mainstream computer job that Matt is studying for Mary is off the beaten path just a bit. Mary is a practicing witch, although at times a perfectly functioning bitch as well, but that's only if you piss her off. For the most part the two get together fine, but when they don't, you don't want to be anywhere around them. So you might be thinking to yourself, but magic isn't real so how is she able to become a witch, well that's where you'd be wrong from Matt's perspective Magic is totally real just hidden and not in publicly broadcast to the world. Today though, one should watch out because Mary is on the warpath. To have a day off was a fantastic experience for everyone involved. To have a three-day weekend was considerably better. That was what Ryan had as he walked along the streets towards his friend's house. With the day off from college, Ryan saw the sense in doing nothing but play computer games and chill out for the day. Nothing was going to stop them from making the most of it. Ryan had known Matt for a good few years, going to school together and had practically shared similar, if not the same interests. Ryan also got on with Mary which was something he hadn't expected considering Ryan found the girl completely nuts. Still, everyone was different and Ryan could respect that decision. Hell, Ryan had odd hobbies that he didn't discuss openly. With regained speed, Ryan made his way towards Matt's house, walking up the drive towards the front door. He rang the bell, stepped back and waited. Today was going to be good. Matt was going from the kitchen to the living room when the doorbell rang. Swinging by the door he opened it to see Ryan there. "Hey Ryan, come on in." The door closing behind him as Ryan enters. "Ready for a weekend of relaxation and chilling?" They headed upstairs to his room, he had already brought some snacks in his room and his mini-fridge is well stocked. Flopping onto his bed he leaves the high backed desk chair for Ryan. The TV and console were already on and waiting for them to grab the controllers and go to town on whatever they choose. When the door opened, Ryan stepped inside behind Matt, looking around before slipping his trainers off. Hearing the question, Ryan smiled and nodded his head. "Definitely. How often do we get a three-day weekend?" Ryan asked as they stepped on up the stairs towards Matt's bedroom. It was a good thing that his parents were out. It was a definite probability that Matt's parents wouldn't have liked them spending an entire weekend playing computer games. Hell Ryan had told his parents he was over at Matt's to study for most of the weekend. Good thing they didn't probe on it any further, though they probably didn't believe Ryan in the first place. Sitting down on the desk chair, Ryan relaxed and picked up the controller. "So what's first?" "Almost never. Let's just go with game roulette." Matt replied, closing his eyes and grabbing one from the shelf, it was an old school 2.5-D action game. There are several characters to choose from depending on one's play style. After each of them make their choice it's into the game they go, beating up the same thugs and baguettes as they made their way through the first level. Their relaxing weekend was quickly interrupted by the door flying open, Mary was standing there looking kind of pissed off. "God damn it Matt! You think I wouldn't find out?" Matt jumped at the accusations, mostly because he didn't have a clue what she was talking about. He hadn't done anything to her, and definitely nothing that would provoke this type of reaction. Trying as hard as he could to respond all he could do is blurt out No. Ryan should have realized that, he knew that Matt rarely chose a game beforehand and for that he was more than willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was nothing new. "Fair enough." Ryan looked to the game chosen. It was a classic, so he was willing to give let it kick off the three-day gaming mash up as it were. Though of course, they had to deal with Mary bursting through the doors. Ryan had to admit, she was attractive for a winy bitch. Ryan tried to work out what was going on, though found the conversations to be somewhat boring and tiresome, difficult to follow even with a clear head. "Okay... what happened?" Ryan asked, trying to calm the pair down. They were here to relax and that was proving difficult. "I'm so mad right now...*ugh*" Mary was still seething, Matt and Ryan had never seen her this mad before. Something bad happened and Matt still pleaded ignorance. "You are just going to sit there like that, you got Jennifer pregnant, that's what." Mary yelled, the surprised look on Matt's face could not be more genuine. Jennifer was Mary's supposed best friend, although she never really liked Matt to begin with but has only told that to his face when they were alone. She must have decided that now was the time to play a trump card and get Mary so pissed at him that she'd do something rash, well it's working." Look, I never slept with Jennifer...in fact I don't even like her." Matt tried to defend himself, but it's like fighting the wind as Mary just wasn't listening. Suddenly Mary decided that she has had enough of her brother's lied and gets that look in her eyes. Matt knew that look, she was going to cast a spell. He didn't really have any recourse to defend himself so he pulled a pillow out and threw it at her...this was a bad move. Instead of what ever spell she was going to cast magical energies rippled out through the room as Matt and Ryan's world went dark. Matt awoke slowly, things seemed feel kind of strange as he began to take stock of his surroundings. He was outside, on the street it seemed, then he started to inventory his limbs. Hands, feet, fingers, toes, eyes, ears...all checked out. Tits...also check...wait a second, Matt screamed when he noticed that this was not norm for him, a quick penis check later, and he'd find that it was gone. Matt was a woman now, and dressed like one too. His shirt seemed to barely hold in his mammoth chest, which seem to be ever expansive and full of cleavage. His ass was equally plump as his legs and arms were nice and toned, and his face was fully feminine with large green eyes in a very animates look to it. Long green hair was done up on pig tales as he looks into a reflective surface of a shop window. Ryan would be awaking next to Matt about the same time and in the very same situation. The street would look very familiar to both of them, like it was from the video game they were just playing. When both of them got their heads together they'd begin to notice other game-isms. They would be able to see a "health" bar, and XP bar, and open a stat console that allowed them to look at their skills, equip things, and do general video game things that a character could access. No options button though, although there was a greyed out appearance setting...apparently that option wasn't available to them right now." What...the...hell" Matt said, apparently his character's name is Bess and with these huge breasts it didn't take a genius to guess why. Ryan listened to the conversation, though he had no idea what was really going on. Ryan recognized the name Jennifer, he had heard it mentioned a few times though never really made much of a connection about the name. It wasn't until Mary blurted out the fact that Matt got her pregnant. Well it was quite a shock. Ryan didn't know that Matt was even interested in anyone at that moment. He never even spoke it. Was she practicing magic? Ryan looked on at the girl, before feeling the entire room thrum with energy. "What the hell is going on?" Ryan shouted before feeling himself black out. The last thing he saw was the room and then... nothing. He didn't know how long he was out for, but Ryan found himself slowly getting up. He was groggy, his head was spinning and he was having trouble concentration. Furthermore, he knew he was outside, and if it wasn't for the screaming then Ryan would have been out for a little while longer. "Oh shut up." he snapped, though his eyes widened when he realized what he heard. It was a female scream, and his voice was distinctly feminine. Rubbing his eyes he slowly sat up on his knees. Looking down at himself, Ryan found that he was wearing a long pink gown. Perky breasts, feminine slender hands." What the hell happened Matt? What did your sister do to us?" "I don't know..." Matt/Bess replied as he looked over Ryan's form, also a woman and cute at that. She could feel a small amount of desire growing in her now female body. Standing up she was able to get a good look at the rest of her cloths, her straining top was white with black dots on it, and apparently her waist was covered with a something that could be called a skirt. It barely went past her butt and was made of black leather, her shoes were black heels that seemed huge as she stood flawlessly on them." I think we're in a video game, but I don't remember either of these characters being part of the game." Matt/Bess replied, Ryan could see her new female name floating above her head. She tried to poke through the menus a bit more to find out what's going on when she came across a letter in her inventory. Opening it is begun to explain:Matt, This isn't what I was going for, but it works for me, you're going to be trapped in this game until I let you out. By the way, I took the liberty to modify the game so you wouldn't get bored. Mary"I... I think we're trapped in here until Mary lets us out." She responded, her body seems to almost jiggle and move on its own even as she tries to stand still. "Uh-no..." Matt alerts out after staring at herself, she recognised these characters. They were from some hentai games he had on his computer, Bess was a character from a game where you were fighting your way through evil farmers who used women as cows and Ryan's character was a villains from another game. "I... I think she combined my whole gaming library together. We are in the game that were playing, but none of these characters are." This was bad, what other changed did Mary make. Looking at the other girl, the Ryan thought was Matt, he took a deep breath before looking at his reflection. His name, Ariel was written in white font that was taken straight from the game. This was humiliating. What was he supposed to do now? Ryan was a character called Adrianna, he was wearing a pink dress and had long black hair that went down his back and to his butt. It was stupid. "Why on earth and am I dressed like this?" Ryan asked before hearing the letter in Matt's inventory. When Matt read it out, Ryan sighed and shook his head." Why is she doing this? I understand she's pissed off with you, but why me?" Ryan asked, he didn't really consider looking in his inventory. There's not much in terms of useful items. A sword, a staff, they might come in handy when they got into trouble. At least something good might come out of this. Hearing the comment, Ryan sighed before looking to Matt." Okay so your sister combined the games in your collection. Who the hell are we because you have an eclectic taste in games." Ryan stated before walking towards the river and turned on his heel and went on back towards Matt/Bess. He looked like a cowgirl... he couldn't help but wonder if milk came from those breasts... It was an odd thought and Ryan didn't know where it came from. "I think you just got caught up by accident, but really it's all Jennifer's fault. She's been out to get me from day 1, and I don't know why, or why she'd tell such lies about me. God, I hate her so much..." Matt responded. Looking back at Ariel or uh Ryan he figured he'd spill some beans on whose body she was in. "You are from, man I don't remember the game name, but your character is a villain called Adrianna, at least in the first one, by the sequel you were playable and joined the hero's side as Ariel. Um, you aren't going to like this but in the games she became super weak when anything was in her pussy." Bess turned red when she said that, it was super erotic in the game but here it probably wasn't going to be that good." I'm Bess from Lactose Farmers, you had to fight your way through this farm where the men and women were trying to milk you. If they stunned you they would begin to strip you and then milk you while trying to get you back into their milking machines." Bess or Matt responded, her weapons were just her fists at the moment. "This isn't going to go well, I'm not sure what else she mixed in, but I had um a fair bit of hentai games that were like this. Hopefully she didn't touch the rest of my porn collection, otherwise..." She trailed off there for a moment." Look, there's got to be a place where we can change our appearance. Perhaps we can get our bodies back at least." She tried to sound positive as both Ryan and Matt began to hear a countdown from 10. Once it reached zero the game part would start and the street would soon be populated by thugs, villains, and monsters that want to enjoy their new bodies more than they would like. With the current situation; Ryan was willing to allow him the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to just get through the game and escape with his sanity, and quite possibly his virginity still intact. He had wanted to lose it, but not in a situation that requires him to get caught and fucked repeatedly just to defeat his character. Where did Matt even get some of these games?" Okay Matt... any suggestions?" Ryan asked as he stepped up, opening his inventory and taking out a curved blade that acted as his weapon. It reminded him of what he saw in Even fiction, the very design was similar to it. Yet Ryan didn't have pointed ears so that was a definite start. Taking a few swings with the sword, Ryan found it easy to wield. He didn't have to worry about the weight, it was fairly balanced and thankfully there were a few moves that he could do to defeat whatever came there way. Hearing the counter begin; Ryan gulped as he looked around. In the sky above them, they could see the numbers. As soon as it hit zero, well then things got crazy. Flashing into existence, occupying space that moments ago was empty; all manner of characters that Ryan remembered seeing from games such as Grand Theft Auto and Streets of Rage appeared. Hookers and thugs, anyone who was willing to kill, though the most disturbing fact was the thugs had penises that pierced their trousers, and the hookers tits were three times the size of melons. "Jesus Christ Matt... what kind of games do you play?" Ryan asked before he slashed at a thug that got too close for comfort. Matt didn't really have much in the way of suggestions for Ryan, then the counter hit 0, and they were thrust into the game, apparently. The whole thing was super exaggerated and Bess couldn't help but to get turned on at the large penises and tits that were on display. Her own milky boobs were about as big. "I never played these seriously, they were just wanking material." Matt replied, it seemed like the neither Ryan nor Matt really needed to know how to fight, the characters just acted as they would attacking as they directed but not needing to worry too much about the fact that neither had ever really been in a fight before. This was good because with the way Bess's chest shook each time she threw a punch and moved it would be hard to keep any resemblance of balance. Also, fortunately for them these enemies didn't seem very tough, most fell in just a few hits, but they just seemed to keep coming. Three guys advanced upon Ryan from the front, broad chested and erect cocks they spewed some corny line about giving her a real pounding. If Ryan wasn't keeping tabs on his surroundings though he might also miss the hooker that was coming up behind him. She's attempt to give Ryan/Ariel a shove to knock her off balance and directly into the guys. Ryan hacked and slashed away at anyone that came close. He found himself focusing on the front. From what Matt stated about the games Ryan needed to keep his pussy clear from anything that might try and attack it. It was strangely arousing though, looking at all the huge cocks that were pointing at his avatar, and yet they were all completely disgusting at the same time. Ryan was having difficulty focussing on the task at hand. Ryan felt the shove from the hooker. Falling to the ground, he rolled on his side before getting back up and swinging away with the sword. If Matt wasn't careful, he would find himself surrounded. There were grins and howls from the men that surrounded Bess. They shouted out about milking and strapping her to a machine. A few tried to jump on Bess, hoping to pin her down. Being on the ground is the last place Ryan would want to be, the four advanced quickly upon her, even though she was swinging her sword the four would still be able to get some kicks in to hopefully stun her for a few seconds. Sure Ryan would be able to take out one or two of the thugs in that time, but That's when they would make a grab for her cloths, attempting to get her naked before they attempt anything further. Bessy was completely turned on by their shouts of milking her fat tits, but not enough where she wouldn't be able to fight back. At least at first, she saw Ariel go down and rushed over to help her completely ignoring a few that left at her. This sent Bess to the ground tangled up with a hooker and a thug dazed for a few second unable to respond to their next actions. Ariel took a few kicks to the sides once she was done on the floor, it might not be real, but it certainly hurt Ryan. He coughed and spluttered slightly before kicking out himself. A thug had tried to rip the skirt of the dress Ariel was wearing, he had succeeded to a point though and cut up the side of the dress before he was kicked off. A whore least down, trying to sit on Ryan's face without her panties on though was swiftly taken care of as Ryan gripped his sword, and it flashed across the whore's stomach. More thugs rushed towards Bess, hoping to pin her down. Some thugs were sent reeling from colliding into one another. They took hits and couldn't get back up from their excitement. All had wanted to get at Bess yet some of them were utterly stupid in the fact they couldn't run without hitting one another. They came ever closer, trying to hold Bess down by the arms. Ryan manged better than Bess did in the end, she had taken out all but one of the four that were on her and only ended up with her dress cut up. Besides showing some more leg she was still fairly clothed. The last guy would be easily dispatched by Ariel before anymore could make their way to her. Bessy wasn't in the right frame of mind as the thug and slut began trying to strip her. Hey managed to get her tight skirt halfway down her legs and her shirt almost off before she shook the cobwebs clear. Other thugs were beginning to pile up upon the three of them. Bess grunted and began to try to punch her way out of it to some effect, all of those hands on her body felt so good though way better than Matt would have though before with his regular male body. This huge breasted female one though felt diving, it would take some time, but eventually Bess would regain her feet, clad in just her bra, panties, and heels. Hacking and slashing his way out from the situation; Ryan got onto his feet, amazed he was doing so well in a pair of high-heeled shoes. He got up, his sword swinging in his hand as many of the thugs tried to tackle him down, only to find their greatest assets being cut down, leaving them reeling on the ground. Ryan wasn't in the mood considering what was happening. Reaching Bess, Ryan hacked away, killing as many thugs that tried to get at those large breasts to try and milk. Unbridled thoughts of actually joining them flashed across Ryan's mind, but he shook the feeling off before reaching down and helping the big girl onto her feet. "Are you okay?" Ryan asked as he jabbed for someone across Bess's shoulder, stabbing a thug through the head and watching as he fell to the ground. No matter how many they killed, more took their place. It was relentless. They thought like men and women possessed, though the more he thought about it, Ryan realized that they were possessed of a sexual desire to do god knows what to his and Matt's bodies. Grasping Ryan's hand Matt stood, Bess's bra was a black half cup design that sort of held her huge tits together but did little to hide her areola and large suckable nipples. Her panties were equally black as were her shoes, thanking Ryan Bess left over her friend to kick another that was sneaking up on Ariel. They fought off minions for a while, if either of them looked at their XP bar they would see it filling pretty quickly. Then with a ding, after Matt punched out another hooker they both gained a new level, what ever that really meant. Fortunately the herd began to thin out as well until the two women were the only ones left. Panting heavily, which causes her heavy chest to shake and send pleasure through her body, Bess or uh Matt turns to Ryan, "Looks like that was all of them..." The addition of levelling up had been welcome for Ryan as he killed and killed and killed again. Between him and Matt, they must have gone through at least a few dozen enemies. Thankfully they were going lower and lower, and Ryan was definitely glad of the respite. The gown he started off with had become torn, cut and ripped in numerous places. He tried to shake off the feeling that it had been too easy, though that wouldn't have been a surprise considering they were playing through a computer game... or at least various computer games all merged into one. Looking to Matt when the last enemy was killed, Ryan sighed and shook his head. "Well that was interesting. Are you okay?" Ryan asked, though he saw his experience bar flash. Clicking it open, he looked through the options to level up, choosing Double R, or Rapist Repellent. A power that can be used against large groups of enemies to get rid of them, sending them flying." Well well well, look at what we found sis!" A shrill, southern accented voice came from down the road. One of two sisters stood. Blonde hair, red conquered shirts and denim dungarees as well as holding pitchforks. "We've been looking for you Bess for a long time now. Time to come with us back to the farm!" the voice reminded Ryan of Harley Quinn from the Batman games, which was scary. Bess didn't seem to get a new ability this level, they must be on different upgrade paths. Still her stats filled out further, and by filled out she could almost feel her amount of milk she could produce growing. The pressure felt great and horrible at the same time. "I'm ok," Bess replied her face flush with arousal." Yes Sir, sis. It's that cow that escaped us, and I do say that her udders look quite rip for a milkin'." The other sister came into view now, similar in look but taller as she's the older sister. Matt gulped when he saw them. "Oh no, the Heifer Sisters." She said, "They were a boss from the game I'm from, those pitchforks are laced with chemicals that make you horny, sleepy, and lactate." She started to explain as the two sisters began to advance. "But that's not the worse part, it's their milking bra attack. If they catch you without a bra on, they'll put a portable milker on to your chest." Matt knows that these were prime wanking material in the game. Sometimes he'd lose on purpose just to watch them milk and fuck her. Now she needed to not let that happen here. Leading with their pitchforks the two sister break off to the two former males. The taller one uses her reach and pitchfork to attempt to go after Ryan, trying to sink those barbs into her soft skin so that they could capture her. Ryan nodded his head, glad to see that Matt was doing well, despite what was happening to them at that point. These two new girls, the Heifer Sisters were trouble. If what Matt said was true, then they were going to have to defeat the pair of them in good time otherwise they were both screwed. Figuratively and literally. Taking a few deep breaths, Ryan saw what they were trying to do. Ryan looked underneath his dress. He wasn't wearing a bra, unfortunately. That meant he was in trouble." Well, this might seem redundant, but try not to get milked." Ryan said before charging into the fight, swinging the sword and blocking the pitchfork. The younger of the two walked on, trying to flank Bess, jabbing out with her pitchfork in an attempt to get Matt on the ground. "Come on Bess, we got a milk with your name on it!" "You too," Matt replied as she tried to keep an eye on the advancing women. At least Ariel still had most of her shirt and skirt left on. The Heifer's words wormed their way into Bess's lust addled mind, part of her wanted to submit and get milked, but she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of just dropping to all fours. Blocking the first couple of strikes Bess darts in to throw a few punches to the younger Heifer hoping to end this quickly. The older one seemed to be able to keep Ariel at bay for as long as she wanted, that pitchfork of hers let her strike well before Ryan could. So she used it to her advantage, attacking furiously trying to back her prey up into a corner or wall where her ability to dodge and block would be hindered. Those checkered shirt bound breasts shook and jiggled almost hypnotically with each strike, hopefully Ryan wouldn't be too distracted by them. The Heifer sister used the slow movements of Bess to get in close. It wouldn't take much, just a quick jab and the cow should be down for the count. Of course, she had to get Bess down. "Come on cow, do as we say, and we'll make it easy on you!" She shouted the words before lunging forward with her pitchfork and going for Bess's gut, hoping to go for the sweet spot, the prime cut of beef as it were. Ryan found the attacks to be quite frenzied to the point that he was having trouble getting any defense to follow through with attack. The worse part was that he was being backed down an alley. It was dark, and there wasn't much space to move. As soon as there was no room left, then it happened. Ryan felt the sharp stab of the pitchfork against his arm and immediately his mind went blank. He stood in a stupor for a moment, it was quickly removed when he saw that the dress was becoming dark around his breasts. A wide grin came across the elder Heifer's face as her blow landed true, this one was done. Altering her tactics she aimed for Ryan's arm, not to poke it again but to use her strength, the pitchfork and the wall to pin her sword arm to the wall so she could move in and rip her top off. Ariel's chest would swell slightly as her tits began to become milk bags, not where close to Bess's mind you but still big enough so that she would need to be milked to get down to her original size, something that the milking bra would be very suited for. "Alright girlie, lets free those udders of yours." The elder taunts. Matt's maneuver sort of worked, she wasn't able to land a blow but was able to almost miss the pitchfork as she got in close. Instead of landing on her gut Bess's spin caused it to snag her bra, the pressure was enormous, enough to rip the pitchfork out of the younger Heifer's hands but also to remove her bra along with it. There Bess was standing with her back to her opponent with her huge tits hanging free. The position was perfect for Bess to be fitted with a milking bra. Ryan was starting to panic now. He felt his breasts lactate, spilling into his dress and staining the pink a darker shade. He tried to fight back, but his arm was pinned against the wall, and he couldn't even access his inventory at that point. With his hands unable to do anything; Ryan could only watch as his breasts enlarged and were ripped free of the dress he was wearing. It was embarrassing at that point. Ryan wanted to cruel up and die, but it was no use. His breasts were on show, large, leaking and full of milk. The younger sister avoided the attacks before leaping to the air once Bess's breasts were exposed and on show for all to see. The milking bra materialized in her hands. It was a metal bra with tubs on both cups that lead down to a rather large jug. The younger sister landed on Bess's back before wrapping the bra and keeping them on Bess's breasts, two straps appeared and were pulled out, joined together before springing back against the cow's back. "There we are! Let's get these cows back to the farm." A bra of similar design materialised and was soon fitted over Ariel's large bust, they cups went right to work drawing the milky goodness from her engorged breasts. The elder Heifer knocked the sword away, freed her hands before picking her up throwing her over her shoulder and heading back to her sister. Along the way she ripped off the remains of her dress and gave Ryan's ass a healthy swat. "Looking good there, why don't you moo for me?" She taunted Ryan adding to the embarrassment. Bessy let out a wail as her own bra was attached, instantly dropping down to her knees she moaned as her huge bust released its milk. The pleasure caused her to soak her panties as she moaned lustfully. Matt was lost in Bess right now, all she could think about was being milked and how good it felt. Pitching forward Bess was quickly on her hands and knees with the younger Heifer sitting on her back like she was riding her. Once Ryan was brought over she would get a good view of just how large her tits were, even on her hands and knees they still rested heavily on the ground. "Please..." She was able to eke out, while it trailed off before it finished Bess wasn't going to ask her to stop. The two former men were defeated by the first boss and were now in their clutches. Ryan let out a long moan as he felt the cups being to suck out the milk from his oversized breasts. He was feeling weak, finding that he found himself trying to concentrate on what was happening. He was hoisted over the girl's shoulders and lead towards Bess who was being ridden by the older girl. When he was slapped, Ryan let out a long moan before letting his head drop in defeat of what was happening." Not a bad haul sis! We might get paid double for them both!" she said excitedly before slapping Bess's ass and grinning to herself. "We best get these to the castle." the younger sister stated with glee before getting off of Bess's back. The pair were taken to the castle. It was outside the level system. Somehow Mary's magic had created a world outside the normal level system. It was a castle, tall, imposing and with numerous monsters flying around, acting as guards. The pair would be put in the milking pens along with the other prisoners of the world. There would be women being milked, even men being milked. Large breasts and their dicks sheathed as they milked the cum from their excited and stimulated cocks." This doesn't look good." Ryan breathed as they were taken through a portal in the air to the main courtyard of the castle. The Heifers added an addition to Bess's wardrobe, a collar with a cow bell attached to it. Hooking a leash up to it, they lead her on all fours through the portal and into the courtyard. She was barely conscious of their surroundings as the bra kept milking her mammoth summaries of their milk. The castle itself seemed to store the variety of villains they faced, mostly low level thugs and whores were milling about out in the courtyard, but occasionally they would part to let a more important villain through. Some were taken straight out of Matt's Hentai video games, but some were taken from his oversized collection of porn. Villains like the Cock tress (a Dominatrix clad in leather, who wields a whip with a dildo for the handle and a mean looking cock that she keeps locked up to her collar) who had several of her slaves pulling her chariot through the courtyard, Bitch FTA (sister to Cock tress, but more Punk, she can shoot out an almost unlimited amount to spunk from her own dick) who was lobbing sticky wads at the thugs and whores in the area, The Minotaur King (taller, stronger and hornier than your standard Minotaur) towers over the others in the area flanked by his Minotaur minions, Crimson Clicker (a busty redheaded villains with pheromones that can turn the strongest willed into her plaything) was being carried through the square by four strapping young men, and others. High above them all looking over the courtyard was their Queen, Phantom Lady who's bust rivals that of Bess's (in both size and milk production) she is able to birth and convert normal people into monsters, her armies are unlimited. Ryan was able to take most of this in while Bess just crawled where they tugged her, too lost in pleasure to see any of this at the moment. Truly having her udders forcibly milked was her weakness, similar to Ariel's vagina (which is thankfully empty right now). The question is whether they'd be brought to Phantom Lady first or straight to the pens. The Phantom Lady looked down on the two new arrivals to the palace, her eyes watching them before grinning and looking to her servants that fluttered around her. She ordered them to be taken to the pens so that they could be milked for everything they had. As they were lead through the courtyard, Ryan took a good look at some of the other enemies. There was a pale faced woman with black hair. The Vampires, able to seduce anyone to do whatever she wanted similar to the Clicker only once she bit you, you were hers forever and would go through a change that was dependent on what the Vampires wanted. Another was the Doll maker. A man who looked like an every day normal being, though one that would change a person into any manner of doll. Sex doll. Puppet. Whatever was asked of him. From the courtyard, the pair were taken the pens. Surrounded by the moans of pleasure from those around them, Bess was put in a pen, her arms chained behind, and her legs parted as the tubes were connected to a larger tank. Arial went through the same, though her legs were parted and a vibrating dildo went into her pussy causing her to moan. As the older Heifer put Ariel into the stall and began to hook her up to the milkers and placing the dildo deep within her wet cunt she said, "You be a good cow and give me a proper 'moo' now." Waiting a bit to see if she got a response before joining her sister in Bess's pen. Bess was up on a half table, this let her heavy udders hang down properly and sway as she was milked." Well now Bess, you gave us quite a hard time. I think it's time we got a little something for our troubles." The younger said as she was fitting on a strap on, her sister would so the same eventually, but first she was going to have Bess eat her out while her sister grips those wide hips and begins to plow her sopping wet fields. If Matt thought it was too much before, being fucked as a woman while having your tits milked and licking another one to orgasm was well over the top. All she could do is moan and groan as the pleasure invaded her very being, she was Bess and has always been as far as she was concerned. Sure she knows that this was all because of her sister, but she couldn't think how she could have gotten Jennifer pregnant as a woman. Her first of many orgasms delighted the Heifers as her moan came out as the Moo they were looking for." That's a good cow, keep it up." The elder said as she reached her own orgasm. Ryan was slowly dropping into the mind of Ariel as he felt the pleasures that came with being used in such a way flooded through his body. The dildo gave her pleasure, the milking caused Ryan to moan out as his mind slowly faded to the point that it was nothing more than a speck in the subconscious of Arial as she gave herself away and felt the climax building up around her vaginal area. Fluid leaked from the lips of her vagina and from around the dildo. As the sisters used their dildos on Bess and continued to fuck her, guards came down and looked on their arrivals. Some noticed that Arial had her mouth opened in an O shape and decided to use the experience. It would carry on until their mistress, the Phantom Lady herself came down with her consorts to observe the new specimens in her pens. By the time the Phantom Lady came down Ariel would find herself covered in cum from the various guards that couldn't wait till they could get a blowjob. The thick spunk would slowly flow down her body as the vibrator burred in her crotch hummed away at her loins. She'd find her large breasts softening and draining as they continued, once emptied her milkers would be shut off, and she'd get a new injection to spur milk production. Whether she continued to lactate after she got freed is still unknown. Bessy's tits didn't deflate at all as she was milked, her production is so high that the standard milkers just released the constant pressure. The Heifer sisters continued to use her body until they were exhausted, still they tormented making her huge udders shake and jiggle as she continued to moo. Phantom Lady arrived with her daughters to inspect the cattle, most were heroes like Ariel and Bess who have been captured. She walked up to Ariel and Bess's stalls first, "Who do we have here?" She asked the Heifer sisters, the Heifers were in charge of the milking pens when at the castle. Karin, the brown haired daughter answered, "Looks like two new cows." She started, her own hand slipping under the orange tunic she wore to play with her large chest and finger herself at the scene before them. "And that one's udders are almost as big as your tits, Mom." She added pointing at Bess. Arial was groaning loudly as she found herself trying to concentrate, though it was rather difficult. She was weak. Weaker than anything in which she had experienced in a long time. She could only watch with a glazed look in her eyes as the others talked amongst themselves. Gradually she started to lick herself clean, or at least she licked the salty cum that surrounded her lips and chin. It was almost enticing, erotic, it was something that she could have never thought would happen to her. Kerry, the blonde haired sister looked at the pair before reaching under her apron and rubbing the penis she had. Being a FTA was something that had been a lot of fun. She might have to test it on the girl in the pink dress in the near future." They are quite massive. We could turn these two into interesting weapons. A FTA for this one, and perhaps..." the Phantom Lady paused, unsure of what to do to Bess in order to make the ultimate weapon out of the milk producing cow. Well she would think of something soon enough. Looking at the two and then to her daughters. "Okay girls, shut off the lights. We'll leave it for today. Come, I'm sure there are some wonderful slave toys you two could have fun with." Both daughters said ok in unison, but as they were leaving Karin points to one, "Ohh, I want that one." She pointed to a man who was being milked by a penis unit, his shaft was large and his body muscle. A small rock adorns a necklace around his neck keeping him weak...looks like it's Superman or a Superman style clone. Hopping the fence, which caused Karin's sizable braless breasts to shake she released the milker and attached a collar to his neck pulling him along. His eyes could barely look up as his head hung low in defeat. The Heifer Sisters began to pack it in as well after their Queen left with a couple of new toys to convert. Ariel and Bess would quickly learn that as video game characters they don't really need to sleep. In fact if they do they instantly recover all of their health, which was empty right now as they were milked. This let them spend the whole night getting pumped (well Bess at least, Ariel would get relief from the pumps for part of the night while her tits filled back up) and fucked. The three of them retired to a large private chamber on the top floor of the castle. It was a lavishly decorated room filled with silks, large beds and gimps that acted as tables and various pieces of furniture all stood ready. Candles and a roaring central fire lit up the room showing its lavish purple walls and black silk sheets. They were going to be in luxury. All those that followed the Phantom Lady, if they worked for it of course, would live in luxury like this. It was all about making sure that they had done what they had to do. Walking towards the main bed, Phantom Lady slumped on her bed and sprawled out, removing her skirt and showing off her pale legs and her clit for all to see." So, what shall we turn these pigs into?" Karin's hand played over the muscular form of her toy, he moaned as his cock bobbed up and down frantically. "Oh look, his will is completely broken. And he was such a strong hero before too." She soon stripped her tunic off and went by her mother. "Well we could use a new faucet for our cum bath. This one looks like he could do." She said to her toy, "He already as a very large spigot, we'd just need to grow his reservoir." She giggled at that. Her body was just as pale as her mother's, she stayed at the foot of her mother's bed as she waited to hear what ideas Kerry had for her toys. "I could do with some toilets." Kerry commented while looking at the few slaves that were bowing to her whim. Some were broken, some were defiant to the point in which when she tried to stroke their cheeks, they tried biting her only to be slapped around the face. "Who knows when the need will arise." she added before sitting back on her bed, removing her clothes so she stood naked and allowed her member to breath. One of the slaves crawled on all fours and started to suck on the cock." So a Faucet for the cum baths and some walking toilets." Phantom Lady stated with a slight chuckle before clapping her hands together. She looked on at the slave she was fondling now before she started to rub her clit together, the juices would be the needed element to turn them into whatever she wanted. Karin grabbed her super toy's leash and yanked him down to his knees, giving him a look as she spread her legs wide he soon went to work eating her out. "Yeah, definitely a faucet, you'd think he'd know how to pleasure a woman by now." Yanking him back up after his poor performance she gripped that cock of his and began to lick it like one would an ice cream cone. He moaned once again as she gave him a blowjob. Karin loved to watch her mom work, she was a master at turning people, a skill that if she didn't possess would have made this whole thing impossible to begin with. Once it looked like Phantom Lady was ready Karin stopped only to hear the once proud hero whimper with need. Pulling the leash she guided him over to the large circular bath in the corner and let her mother go to work. Pulling her hand from her snatch the Queen rubbed some of her juices over the toy's cock, then with strength befitting a queen she lifted herself up onto his shoulders. That's when she let out a torrent of her own feminine juices all over the unsuspecting toy. She'd finish her preparations by riding his cock while he stood there, he would be punished if he moved. Once all was done, his balls would grow so large that it would be hard to tell if they were holding him up or if it was his own legs. His cock grew slightly, but it was already impressive to begin with, what it was able to do was release more cum at a time. Super toy would be unable to move from now on, his only job in life is to provide hot and cold running cum on demand. Karin masturbated furiously as she watched her mom change her toy, her own orgasm cam as she finished up. They could easily rid that prick if desired (it was quite nice) or use him to fill up the tub, something which Karin starts to do as soon as her mom pulls herself off of him. "Kerry, when you are done come into the bath with me." Karin wanted to feel her sister inside of her as they bathed. Kerry was busy getting a blowjob from one of the slaves that surrounded her. They were quite a good group, she had to admit. Five slaves giving themselves to her pleasure. It was perfect. When their mother started her work and began changing the slave into a better suited role; Kerry grinned before pushing them all off her and moving them on towards her mother. The Phantom Lady repeated the same process, only they didn't grow humongous balls, they simply had larger mouths, better suited for when they needed the toilet." You know I've been thinking; those two we picked up. The one that wasn't a cow... Ariel I think her name was. She'd make a perfect FTA pet. Give her a pair of ears, a tail, some fur. She'd be perfect." Kerry commented before walking towards the bath, and she stepped inside and relaxed, allowing herself the chance to float for a moment before swimming to her sister with a grin. Karin grabbed the side of the bath and suck her hips out so that Kerry could slide her cock inside of her, then she'd begin to bounce back and forth on that perfectly sized member. She was exactly like she enjoyed, covered in cum and getting fucked. Their mother slipped into the warm cum bath as well, picking up a glass to scoop some into treating it like a fine wine. "If you get a pet you'll have to take care of it," She said to Kerry with a sly smile, "But if you want one, I approve. In fact, I think it's time for you to change your first hero. She can be yours." Karin had already changed a few using her milky tits, in fact a good quarter of the Minotaur recruits are hers." What about the other one?" Karin asked between moans, her first orgasm upon her. That one was already pretty decent, but if you don't change the heroes they'll more prone to rise up against them again. Will sapping climaxes are temporary but change them into something even sluttier and that's something that sticks with them forever. Kerry was more than willing to fuck her sister. She slid right on in without having any problems It was always a fun moment. Sharing a bath with family and getting to know the most intimate plans of anyone that they came across. To have an army of slaves, magical powers, it was heavenly, in a deeply ironic sense of the word. Hearing her mother's comments about looking after a pet, Kerry giggled and smiled, nodding her head. "Of course I'll look after her. Don't I usually take good care of my pets and slaves?" The rhetorical question was left unanswered and thankfully with a smile on her face no one pressed the matter." What if we made the cow our own milkshake dispenser? Set up a little room here, put the cow there, and we can squeeze out a milkshake whenever we want to." Kerry suggested as she bucked up and down with her sister riding her member. "I don't think any of us can drink that many milkshakes." Karin laughed and moaned as her sister's cock hit her in just the right spots. "*MMMMMmmm* With as fast as her tits apparently produce milk we'd need to be having someone get milkshakes constantly." Karin thought for a while trying to come up with something. Then she hit upon it, "Why don't we *Jewish* make her a true cowgirl? Floppy ears, tail, little more weight around the middle and a pair of fat hips and ass to go with her fat udders." Karen tightened down upon her sisters cock once again as she waited to hear what their mom had to say. Kerry and Phantom Lady giggled and nodded their heads in agreement at the very thought of having that much milkshake available. Karin's right, they wouldn't be able to drink it all. The suggestion about making her a true cowgirl really hit home. It was a perfect idea. One that they could exploit quite easily. "If we're going to turn her into a true cowgirl, then the pair of you have to clean up after her. But, if that's what you two want then how can I resist my wonderful daughters?" Phantom Lady asked, before Kerry let out a long moan as she shot her seed into her sister. Like all of her sister's seed it went straight to her tits, expanding them out a little. "We will, besides I'm sure the Minotaur's would like a true cowgirl to play with occasionally." Karin replied having one more orgasm thanks to her sister before she pulled up off of her fine cock. Satisfied that her daughters were growing up in her footsteps Phantom Lady approved, "Tomorrow morning then, unless you want to change them yet tonight?" She said finishing her glass of cum and then gets out of the bath. A pair of slaves quickly attended to her, lapping up all the cum off her body in a bout a minute. When the seed had shot through; Kerry sat back and relaxed in the cum bath, enjoying the touch and the warm feel that it gave her. She looked around before nodding her agreement about the cowgirl and the fact that the Minotaur would love to have someone like that to play with. It would be fun to see which was a definite boost. "Let's do it in the morning, we'll give them another night of pleasure before they find out what it's like live with the three of us." Kerry responded before climbing out of the bath and signalling for a slave to clean her off. Karin agreed and slipped out after Kerry did, once cleaned she made her way to the huge bed that adorned the room. Their mother had already climbed in, with a grunt she produced a long thick cock from her loins just like Kerry's...well large but still. She selected her favorite cock sleeve to sleep with and once she was firmly positioned onto that monster Phantom Lady kissed her girls goodnight (with tongue of course) and went to sleep. Karin opted to go without the bed-warmers tonight and just slept on her mothers huge breast, nipple firmly in her mouth as she sucked and slept. The next morning Bess's udders still weren't any smaller, having been milked all night. She was so horny but her orgasms from being milked took way longer when you can't play with yourself. She was completely unaware of what was coming for her. When she settled down, Kerry actually went to bed cuddling a smaller version of one of the slaves. She had the former female human transformed by the Doll Maker to be a perfect china doll in a red and white dress. It was a childish doll, but one that Kerry loved sleeping. Despite her attitude and her prowess in fighting, she was a child at heart, though no one ever really called her out on it. Ariel looked as if she hadn't slept all night. Her eyes were sunken, her mouth hung open as if she were in pain, and the vibrator between her legs still functioned despite the hours that went by. She shook her head slightly, groggy and half asleep and slightly nauseous. "Bess... are you awake?" Arial asked as she saw that the tubes were empty. At least she wasn't being milked. Ariel just heard a moo coming from Bess, it was all she could do to respond in her present state. Ariel's tits were full of milk once again and soon her pumps reactivated. Fortunately for her through they shut off soon after. From behind she could hear Karin and Kerry walking through the pens once again. Karin couldn't wait as she flipped over the gate into Bess's stall. "This is going to be so much fun, you girls are in for it. Normally slaves wait weeks before they get changed. But you too...*MMM* I'm getting wet just thinking about it." She walked up to Bess slapping her ass as she stopped her milkers as well. Bessy could kind of feel her head clearing now that she wasn't being milked. She looked at the red-headed girl as she stepped in front of her. "Mo-" Was all she got out before Karin shoved a tit in her mouth and began to massage her own boobs. Warm milk flowed into Bess's mouth and she drank it down heartily. It tasted wonderful, but it was also beginning to change the former male once again. When she felt the changes her eyes snapped open wide. She was freed from the restraints as the changes continued. Bess's entire body grew, stopping when she got to 6'5", her hips though didn't stop they flared out to be at least as wide as her shoulders with an equally plump ass. Her stomach grew so that she had a little bit of a belly, nothing too bad, but she wasn't model skinny that's for sure. Ears were next followed by little horns, her ears were floppy cow ears. White with black spots they looked a leathery, the rest of her body though wasn't it was just plain old super soft skin. She was stronger now too (if she checked her stats) but the strength came with a new set of weaknesses. Being groped, tit fucked or having her tits covered in cum now weakened her just like being milked. Her collar with cowbell was also a permanent fixture to her body. Bessy orgasmed furiously as the changes finished, Karin looked down at her handy work and nodded approvingly. "That's one slutty cowgirl." She commented as she looked over at Kerry. Arial let out a long groan as she felt herself milked once again. There was a moment of clarity though, something that she had been missing ever since being hooked up to the milking machine and being continuously pleasured and aroused from her breasts and her vagina. It was a disturbing feeling, and yet Arial couldn't get enough of it. She loved every touch, every feel, every press against her body as it happened. Then the sister came along. Arial looked up as the bra was taken from her naked body and the vibrator removed from her vagina." Now my pet, you're going to love what I'm about to do to you." Karin reached underneath her dress, lifting the skirt and allowing her member to breath for a moment before she started to stroke it, pump it and get it ready. As soon as she had coaxed her member into action she shot it against Arial's body, smothering the girl with her hands, getting the cum across her body. Arial wondered what was going on, she looked up at the sister confused before a wave spread across her body. She felt the pressure that came with it, before letting out a long moan as her body started to morph. Above her vagina, between her legs were a set of balls, and slowly but surely, like a snake coming out of a hole a penis started to grow. Arial moaned in pleasure from the action, but the changes didn't stop. Her ears faded and were replaced with pointed cat ears that were pitch black. Arial's hair turned white, and her nose shrunk. Her eyes became the same as a cat, and from the bottom of her spine a black tail started to grow. Whiskers appeared on her face and she had new teeth." Mew?" Arial let the sound out becoming surprised with what she heard."Aww, so cute!" Karin squealed out in delight. "That is one cute Kitty, Kerry." Karin said as she looked over at her newly changed pet. Bess was allowed to stand, her even larger udders hanging down as milk beaded up on her nipples. The bell clanked almost as easy as her body jiggled, breathing alone seemed to set her chest in sexy motion. As their mother walked through the stalls she too saw her daughter's handiwork and was quite pleased. "Very nice girls, very nice indeed." Just as she finished with her praise the exterior wall blew open with about five or so people running in working to free some of the former heroes who adorned their pens. Some guards began to fill in to combat them but weren't much of a match for them. That's when Karin and Kerry jumped into action. The fact that Phantom Lady and her daughters were here was quite a surprise, but they would still attempt to finish their mission. Bessy was confused by what was going on, still when one of them motioned for her to follow Bess had enough of her mind left to follow. The rogue pushed her into a portal, there would be just enough time for Ariel to follow before the portal closed, and the heroes were cut off from their escape route. When Arial would recover from her stupor, she would realize that like Bess she would have gained new abilities and bonuses to help her through whatever they were about to face. She was more nimble, lighter on her feet and quicker with the ability to see in a dark. Of course, were she to get wet then her body would tense up, slowing her reaction times. She would also be unable to recover as much energy and health from sleeping so would need to be careful." Thank you Mummy!" Kerry responded with a smile, though she couldn't continue her words when the explosions came from the wall. She snarled as she saw some of the enemies come through the gap in the castle walls. Along with her mother and sister she charged into the fight, her pitchfork appearing in her hands as she lunged for the heroes that tried to fight them. Arial saw that Bess was being lead away, and leaping from the pen she was in the cat girl ran through the portal. After stunning some of the heroes, Kerry turned around to see the two new transformed pets go through into the portal. She howled her rage that the pets had gone so soon. "They'll pay for that!" she snarled again before smashing one of the heroes to the ground. Karin was just as mad as Kerry was, "You are going to pay for making us lose our pets." She threatened the heroes that they'd captures, they would be tortured for days before the daughters decided to go out and hunt for their pets. Perhaps with some new bloodhounds to help them. Bessy and Ariel found themselves in the base of the video game heroes, just like the villains had a realm this was more of a bunker. The heroes through weren't nearly as describe as the villains, mostly because sometimes you don't get to see the hero. "Are you the only ones that made it?" A hero who looks like he's from a fantasy game, clad in armor with a shield on his arm and a sword in his scabbard." Huh?" Bess answered, "Um, I think so."" Well you'd better be worth it." The hero replied looking pretty dejected at the fact that they lost five heroes to gain two, not quite realizing their importance. "Get them some cloths, and we'll bring them up to speed." Arial let out a long groan as she realized she had landed on her back and not her feet. She wasn't completely used to her cat like skills just yet, but she would learn them in time, otherwise she wouldn't be worth to the cause that they were surrounded by. Sitting up, she heard one of the heroes talk to Bess about being the only ones who made it. She slowly got up and stretched out, not quite used to the fact that she now had a penis. She hoped it wasn't a permanent addition." Where are we?" Arial asked, looking around at some of the soldiers that continued to stare at the pair of them as Arial helped her friend up. She had gotten heavy." We're not saying, but come with us and don't ask any more questions." A more gruff voice stated as he walked out of a cave. Dressed in armor, carrying a large rifle this man was the epitome of science fiction. His armor was bulky, and his rifle looked like it could vaporize a mountain range. He leads them to a supplies room filled with clothes and weapons that stretched from genre to genre. Bess was dressed first. They got her a long robe that would cover her body along with some armor for her arms and shoulders. It would be a temporary fix until they found something suitable. Arial was given a leather corset that was laced up tight with a skirt that had armor panels running up and down the skirt. Armored bracers and a single shoulder guard was given to her." This seems a little much." Arial breathed as she picked up a Katina and sheath, attaching it to her belt. "We'll have to see what we have around here, maybe something from the Power Girl collection. In the meantime let's get you two to the debriefing." The gruff guy says, Ariel could see that even in the robe they gave her friend that large ass of hers swayed seductively with each step. Every couple of steps the clapper in her bell would clang. At least Ariel got panties and a bra to support her... Bessy wondered if her friend would still lactate after the drugs wore off. Once they arrived they were meet by a man who looked like a general, army uniform and the whole nine yards."*hmph* You two don't look that special to me, but you're almost all we have left. Our numbers are dwindling, they keep getting captured by Phantom Lady's lieutenants." His straight to the point attitude was a mark of commanders everywhere. "But there is hope, if we can get some people out there to thin down her forces we might be able to strike back and perhaps even bolster our own ranks too." Bessy's mind kind of wandered as the General talked, she looked at her skills and found that she had a new one... Milk Blasters. It uses her own milk and provides her a ranged attack, Bess hopes that it won't cause her to be debilitating arousal like being milked. A slender woman was standing in the briefing room. She watched their two new arrivals and already knew that they would have to be used for the coming fight against the Phantom Lady and her army. She cleared her throat before stepping towards the command table. Furthermore, she wore full combat armor straight from a science fiction game like Halo. Her weaponry though wasn't as clean cut. It was rough, brutal. An assault rifle slung over her shoulder and a number of wicked blades decorated her armor and she had a barbed maul and a shoulder mounted cannon seen in the Predator movies and games." Whether you two are special or not doesn't matter. We need troops. And I have a mission." The woman spoke, her voice curt and clipped and her information displayed her as General Serenity Alvarez. "We have a mission for the pair of you; the Phantom Lady is bolstering her forces somehow. We've found the reason to be from one of many sources; she typed the command and the screen flashed to show a holographic projection of The Cock tress and the layout of a research facility. "The Cock tress is here. She has been kidnapping any who won't willingly serve the Phantom Lady. We believe she is using some sort of birthing creature that lays eggs and impregnates prisoners, turning them into incubators which spawn... well fuck knows what. We want you to go in there, find the creature, destroy it, and destroy the Cock tress. If you can find any survivors who haven't been impregnated then rescue them. If you find any that have... well you'll have to deal with them." Bess listened to the mission, her former player self picked up on the mission cues. Go to this planet and destroy the birthing facilities and hopefully defeat the Cock tress. Her legs squeezed together at the mention of the Cock tress, she suppressed a moan, but it was difficult. Hopefully Ariel and herself won't be beaten as easily as they had against the Heifer Sisters." Yes sir, when do we leave?" Bess asked hoping that she'd be able to find something better in the way of cloths before they head out. This robe won't really be able to offer any protection either from the enemies or from her own boobs. The front of her robe was slowly darkening as it absorbs the dribbling milk from her nipples. Her tail swished back and forth uncontrollably, but as it was also under her robe all it was doing was hitting her own ass. Serenity looked to the pair, knowing that it was going to be a dangerous mission, but she felt that the pair could be trusted in that respect. "I'm glad you're an eager soldier. We'll be fitting you with a new form of armor. An exoskeleton that should fit your... chest." Serenity had difficulty finding the words, but she saved face before clapping her hands and walking towards the holographic chamber. "Swords can only do so much, we'll be giving you enough firepower to level an entire city." she stated before looking between them both. "Any questions?"" Just one; how do we kill whatever it is we're facing? This birthing creature, what does it look like?"" No idea. None of our agents have ever seen it and got back to tell the tale." Bess didn't have any but nodded at Ariel's and Serenity's answer. When dismissed she would follow a guard who brought her to her exoskeleton. It was a skeleton alright, it looked like it was a leotard." This is the Zero Suit mark 1, it's made of a lightweight but strong Kevlar, spandex hybrid. It should be able to stop almost anything they can throw at you." A scientist said as she stepped out, looking at Bess she added, "Even those tits of yours." Bess pulled off her robe and went to go put it on, its white color looked very similar to her own creamy skin. Her legs were able to fit through the holes with ease but as she pulled it up it seemed to barely cover her wide ass and flaring hips, then when it got to those tits it stretched greatly. Of course, it had a boob window, although it was more of a panoramic window with her tits. Her nipples were just on the edge, if they hardened they'd surely pop out of her suit. A hole for her tail allowed it to swing freely as she put on some boots, again with a four-inch heel and then a set of gloves that would up her damage. They weren't able to remove the collar at all, so hanging right above those ginormous udders of hers is that cowbell. Meeting back up with Ariel, Bess clad in her new armor was ready for the mission. When Arial was taken for her armor; she was given a similar suit though it was a deep blue color instead of white. It reminded the gamer part of Arial's mind and had her think of Raven from Teen Titans. In fact, it was an almost exact replica. A hood, cape, boots and gloves were all there. It even had some ports and a belt to house whatever tools and equipment she might need. The outfit would boost her speed from being a cat, it would also help negate the effects of water by a small percentage. Not enough to stop it completely, but enough that Arial wouldn't freeze up straight away. Being armed with an assault rifle as well as her Katina, Arial was given enough ammunition to last her through at least four wars. Grenades, ammo clips, a few SIMM and health packs as well as a rather large pistol as a side arm. Looking to Bess as she came to the group, Arial smiled and nodded before joining her friend. Bess was given similar weapons for the coming mission." I'm not going to lie to you, there is a high risk of being captured, but if you survive, you'll return as heroes." Bess nodded as Arial walked in, surprised to see that her new armor was more covering than her own. Then again it's hard to cover up Bess, "Looks nice." She commented as she was given a gun, ammo and clips. Ready to go the hefted the gun up along her shoulder." Heroes, I like the sound of that." She commented before readying up. The last thing they both were given is a one use communicator, "Tap this button, and say 'Honor in Death' and we'll open up a portal for you to come home." Not the most pleasant code phrase, but it would work. Once ready the portal opened leading both of the heroines to the research facilities airlock. Bess moving through first, those wide hips and ass swaying and shaking with each step. Her tail swished with her hips as well, once both were through the portal closed, and they were alone as the door in front of them hisses open. When they stepped through the portal; Arial and Bess found themselves in the entrance to a vast industrial complex. The walls and flooring were made with iron and steel. It looked disused though. Rust covered the floors in patches and some of the wiring had become exposed. Whether it was a clever quirk of design or incidental remained to be seen, but with cautious steps and with their rifles raised the two entered through the sliding doors into the complex. They could hear the rain outside, and it caused Arial to flinch slightly. With her new state, she didn't like it that much." Anything on the scanners they gave us?" Arial asked, working from memory as they made their way towards the first chamber. Their scanners beeped rhythmically as they continued through the first couple of corridors. "Nope, I wish I knew what we were looking for." With that the scanner's beeping picked up, two coming forward at a steady pace. Throwing herself against a bulkhead Bess tried to hide, even as her copper bell banged loudly from her sudden movement. Then there was the fact that her huge tits weren't completely covered by the wall she tried to hide behind. The two blips turned out to be guards who looked like they were armored and had guns similar to their own. Her own tits quickly gave them away, before they could radio in Bess opened fire with her rifle. Shots rang out as she poured some of her clip into one of the men, hoping that Arial could take out the other before they could radio in or return fire. "Something tells me we'll know it when we see it." Arial commented as she sighted down the rifle, eyes on the corridors ahead while she made a mental note to be aware of her surroundings. Looking toward the scanners, Arial saw the targets come through the corridor, looking in surprise at the two girls that were intruding on the facility. Arial wasn't prepared for the sound of the rifle going off, but she quickly righted herself and fired a few shots at the other guard, his head exploding in a shower of blood." Wow... that was messy." Arial commented, looking at the decapitated corpse slumped against the bullet riddled cadaver of its ally. "Yeah, apparently the gore setting was turned up here." Bess said reminding Arial that they are still technically in a video game. Bess hurried to the downed soldiers, the rifles indeed were the same as what they had so she quickly grabbed the clips from their belt. Tossing Arial some as well she looked back at the scanner, once again it was steadily pinging as it saw nothing." Hopefully we won't run into too many more guards." Bess said as they began to advance once again. The memory of what was going on flashed in Arial's mind. It was enough to remind her that this was in fact a computer game and she and Bess were characters forced into the roles due to what happened in the real world. At a closer inspection of the corpses, Arial almost vomited at their sight. It was a strong sense of duty that stopped her. Taking the spare ammo clips, Arial set them in her belt before moving on, nodding her head at what Bess said about resistance. Using the map provided in her inventory; Arial and Bess moved deeper and deeper into the facility. It was eerily silent, as if everyone was dead and gone. It wasn't until they reached a cross-section in the hall that Arial stopped. Her scanner was going off, they had enemies all around them. "Okay, pick a door, and we'll go that way." she told Bess. Moving down the hallway slowly Bess attempted to remain alert but that dang clanging of her bell kept ringing in her ears. It drew her back to the hours of being milked back at the castle, which made her want to be milked again...it was a vicious cycle. The scanner picked up as they found a high concentration of enemies. Looking at her map it looked like one way could lead to a barracks and the other...a lab, maybe? Thinking briefly Bess gestures towards what looks like it might be a barracks or rec room." Ok lets go this way, once we open the door try and find cover right away." She says ready to open the door when Arial is. Arial couldn't help but wonder if there was any way of reversing the changes. She didn't mind having a penis, but it was seriously starting to strain against her armor and it was driving her insane. She was going stir-crazy trying to stop herself from doing something stupid. There was also the undeniable urge to start masturbating there and then if it helped. This was going to be a long night. Following Bess's instructions, Arial moved to the door and prepared a grenade from her belt. If they were going to be clearing rooms one at a time then they were going to need a lot of explosives. "Best be prepared." Arial primed the grenade, signalled for Bess to open the door slightly before chucking it inside and allowing it to roll. The door was shut after that and there was a loud explosion coming from the inside. "Now!" There was no point in using stealth now, they had probably been watched on the cameras by now. Storming into the room, Arial shot anyone that wasn't dead or dying. Those that were dying were given a quicker death. The grenade did it's trick, the room was a smoking mess when they opened the door back up. Most of the people seemed to be dead or dying, unfortunately any equipment they had on them that could have been salvaged was pretty much gone as well. In the end it was probably better this way, a bunk of all male soldiers wouldn't be the best place for two extremely sexually charged heroines to barge in on. When they were done with the room Bess looked down the other hallway, there was still movement in the other corridor but most of it seemed to be away from the main door not towards is. The next door must be a lab full of scientists and not soldiers. Alarm klaxons blared giving up that the base was under attack. Preparing to open the door she looked at Arial to see if she was ready, "I'm not sure if this is a room of soldiers or not, want to grenade them?" Arial moved with Bess through the complex. It had been a messy affair, taking on the guards and blowing their brains across the room, but that had to be done no matter what. Looking to Bess when they followed the scanners Arial checked what she had. They were going into another room. Hearing Bess's suggestion; Arial pulled out a stun grenade instead. "Give it five seconds." Arial primed the grenade and chucked it into the room. Allowing five seconds, and seeing a flash from the door, Arial stepped inside as the flash died down. Bessy had been right about the room not being full of soldiers. These were scientists and holding her rifle up Arial looked around. "Okay we need answers, where's your mistress?" Arial reached for the nearest scientist. Once the blinded scientists regained the ability to see the whole collective room's jaw dropped as soon as they could see Arial and Bess, they were expecting soldiers to be attacking not sluts. Pants tented as the one scientist brought his hand up to his glasses, on the way it up it lightly grazed Arial's crotch as he pushed his glasses up, "Um, well...you see, she's in the other lab...please don't fuck us..." he seemed terrified that Arial would use her monstrous weapon upon them." Man they are really scared, who is their boss anyway?" Bess wasn't really familiar with the Cock tress, she should have asked during the briefing...oh well. "No time to lose then, we should get there before the rest of the guards come by, the whole base knows we're here by now." She said as she guards the door. Arial raised an eyebrow at the request not to get fucked. Admittedly she would love nothing more than to bend these fools over and fuck them up the ass, but that would come later. She had a job to do. "Don't worry, you're not my type. I prefer my partners to have a spine." Arial commented before kicking the man in the balls and stepping away from the group, walking towards the door. "We're dealing with a mean motherfucker called the Cock tress." Arial commented as she looked out of the door, raising her gun and firing a burst of bullets and taking down a few of the onrushing soldiers." We have to move quickly. We're not far from the next lab. Hopefully we can get out of here soon enough." Bess and Arial advanced offering covering fire for each other as they advanced to the next lab. Bess took a few hits here and there, but the armor kept them from being bad, her health bar had only gone down by a fifth by the time they reached the lab. It wasn't too bad, a quick stem, and she'd be good as new. There wasn't much time to throw a grenade in at their destination through, the guards were coming down hard on them as they exchanged fire. Slapping the door open she yelled for Arial to get through as a grenade landed in front of the open door. Jumping through they would be able to make it inside and close the door before it went off. They were cut off from escape if the fight with the Cock tress didn't go their way. They'd have to fight through all the guards as soon as they open the door. The lab looked like any other lab, but this one had a set of tanks which featured creatures suspending in side of them. A woman with black pony tailed hair turned around, she was wearing a red leather corset that only covered the lower have of her large chest. Red boots and gloves worked to complete the set but what was also noticeable was her very erect cock in a red leather cock sheath, it was attached to a skull clasp that sat right between those tits of hers. Along her belt was her dildo handled whip, "Well, well what do we have here, another pair of heroines here to offer themselves up to be my breeders?" She said, Bess surely didn't notice the other woman in the room, but she was definitely there the shadows. Gulping Bess wasn't sure what to do open fire or finger herself. The pair of them worked through the level side by side, covering one another's backs and bringing down enemies left right and center in a shower of gore and in some parts, a burst of brain matter and the explosive remains of bodies torn up by grenades. It didn't matter to the pair though, they had a mission and were more than willing to get dirty to try and complete it. Both Arial and Bess were still strong, both amazed by the resilience of the armor they were wearing and how well it held up against the repeated onslaught of weapons fire. Things were getting more hairy, and Arial jumped through the door when her indicator showed grenades were coming their way. Leaping through the door, Arial rolled and brought her rifle up to shoulder, aiming down the sights and looking around. They had found it at least, the breading chambers, where the aliens were being created. They were disgusting, a twisted mass of serpentine bodies that writhed in their tanks, trying to get at Arial and Bess when they saw that there were people that they didn't recognize. Arial also noticed the small tubes. Smaller snake like aliens with mouths that came apart in four directions and an inner tube like tongue." Okay Cock tress, this ends now. Either surrender or we'll kill you." Arial said with determination, her eyes scanning the surrounding room. The black haired woman laughed as Arial demanded her surrender, "That is a good one... Arial, is it? Thank you, I haven't laughed like that in a while, but of course you are right it will end here." With that the alien masses began to charge at the two heroines. Bess opened fire, she didn't have to aim particularly well as they swarmed towards the two heroines. This drove them up and over them as the mass flowed around the room to make another strike, aliens were dropping by the dozens as the wave came back. Clip after clip was expended, but there were more creatures here than they had bullets for, and soon it was down to hand combat. Breaking her gun over one of the creatures head Bess began to take a fighting stance landing combo after combo on them pushing them back. She was far slower since the udder change but still Bess was quite surprised by her new-found strength. She easily out matched these creatures in shear physical power, of course they had numbers on their side though. Things were looking pretty rough for both of the heroines until Bess was able to clear back some room, she remembered her new skill and began to use her Milk Blasters to stem the tide of aliens. White, creamy milk shot out of her udders and was surprisingly effective at keeping them at bay, much to the Cock tress's dismay. It looked like they had taken out a vast majority of the aliens, she might have to enter the fray herself. Arial glared at the woman before they were rushed by the aliens and Arial opened fire with everything she had. Fully automatic and without stopping she didn't let up. Grenades, ammunition and everything else was used up before Arial switched to her Katina, hacking and slashing as Bess was pounding into the creatures with her fists. They were every wear, and it was getting quite difficult to maneuver and get a good angle to try and kill anything that came away. The armor was proving effective, but it wouldn't last forever. Arial was tackled to the ground by some of the aliens but quickly jumped to her feet and came back fighting." Is that the best you can do?" Arial asked as she cut the tail of an alien that had tried to go for her legs. She grinned before helping Bess in her fight and holding her sword ready. Things were definitely going their way, the aliens have seemed to be pushed back their numbers much lower now than they were before. In fact, they seemed to be backing off quite a bit now, unable to overwhelm them with their massive numbers. This made the Cock tress quite angry as she began to move forward. After Arial's boast she decided it was time for her to enter the fray, pulling her whip out she let it fly towards Arial's Katina, once it wrapped around it, she'd try and yank it out of her hands before she enters in to the fight. Her large cock still very erect shakes a bit but is still secured to the clasp by her also large bust. A red strip of leather runs between the half cup corset, she was going to be tough to beat. Bessy turned to face her as well, as the aliens have mostly retreated when both Arial and Bess heard a pair of footsteps land behind her. It was BitClout, the Cock tress's sister, her neck adorned with a spiked collar and unlike her sister her equally impressive dick swung free. It would be easier for her to aim the deliciously sticky cum that she was able to spew out of it like Bess was with her Milk Blaster. "Crap, so much for the intel." Bess said as she moved to cover Arial's back.

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Venus City Council (OOC)

All IOC chatter and planning goes here. Very cool! Nice to see it's starting to get up and running! Hello, everybody. :) Hello Dr. Nick! Quote from: Sumatra on 16-12-2017, 02:47:13Hello Dr. Nick! Huh? Well despite a rocky start, my very first group role-play seems to be going well. Quote from: Yugishogun on 16-12-2017, 02:50:53Huh? (Quote from: Totes Rider on 16-12-2017, 02:52:08Well despite a rocky start, my very first group role-play seems to be going well. Totally! Question though, it's my first group RP as well, how do you want to limit interactions between players? I've seen some other rps dictate a single player must wait for at least two other posts before being able to post again. Are we doing something like that? Kudos for a Simpson's reference. And generally I think it's more polite to wait for a couple other peep's posts before continuing on yours. Otherwise, it'd be like eight pages of just two characters in a single day or something like that. Quote from: Sumatra on 16-12-2017, 04:26:37 (:) Quote from: Totes Rider on 16-12-2017, 04:30:58 Kudos for a Simpson's reference. And generally I think it's more polite to wait for a couple other peep's posts before continuing on yours. Otherwise, it'd be like eight pages of just two characters in a single day or something like that. Sorry couldn't help myself! Yeah, I get it, I've got a bunch of time and I know not everyone does. Just making sure we had a couple guidelines! Something I've been wanting to write is a married mother and daughter in a group game. I'd rather collaborate on that with another player, is anyone interested? Quote from: DHI on 17-12-2017, 03:26:57Something I've been wanting to write is a married mother and daughter in a group game. I'd rather collaborate on that with another player, is anyone interested? Like the mother is married to the daughter? Yes! That is an interesting dynamic... gotta admit... Cool tho! Going to put in a quick post to try a thing out that may make things a bit easier on everyone. Looking forward to it, Rider. :) Barbara is cute as heck. I'm trying to create openings for Barbara, Sakura, and Jake/Abby in my post. If it does not appeal to you, no worries. Well, you've netted a Sakura. :) Oh Hey! Found this thread! ’D Yeses! Quote from: DHI on 17-12-2017, 03:26:57Something I've been wanting to write is a married mother and daughter in a group game. I'd rather collaborate on that with another player, is anyone interested? Well if no one else has contacted you, yet I'd be willing to give it a try. It's certainly an interesting dynamic. What process do you want to have for short term other characters? Dr. Morgan can use test subjects, and I can see controlling an NPC to cum in Emma’s food once in a while. Like NPCs? Not... really sure Fair enough. Just seems like we’ll need more people to make it really feel like a city, and it would make sense if we only saw some of them once. Quote from: dragon on 17-12-2017, 05:51:30Well if no one else has contacted you, yet I'd be willing to give it a try. It's certainly an interesting dynamic. No one has. If it didn't get any interest, I had it in mind to reprise Eleanor (and Constance Lovelace (as a couple with an open marriage. What interests you? Quote from: DHI on 17-12-2017, 06:14:58No one has. If it didn't get any interest, I had it in mind to reprise Eleanor (and Constance Lovelace (as a couple with an open marriage. What interests you? I actually had a few different ideas in mind, I think it'd be easier to narrow down based on whether you wanted to play the mother or the daughter. I'm open to playing either. Also did you want to have any FTA elements mixed in? Or would you prefer they both be purely female? My first choice would be f/f and writing the mother, but not by a lot. If we go FTA instead, I'd prefer just one is FTA, and that it be the mother character. It seems fair to offer you that character since the roles are reversed in our fantasy story. Quote from: DHI on 17-12-2017, 06:48:34My first choice would be f/f and writing the mother, but not by a lot. If we go FTA instead, I'd prefer just one is FTA, and that it be the mother character. It seems fair to offer you that character since the roles are reversed in our fantasy story. I actually don't mind just having f/f, and I'd be willing to play the daughter. I actually have more ideas for daughters than moms anyway :Said daughter ideas My first idea would be for a more sweet and innocent(type of daughter. The kind of girl who's very straight laced and upstanding in public, but is secretly (and later not so secretly) mommy's little slut that will do anything she asks of her. I could see her being more submissive, and possibly their relationship started on the mother's end, with her initiating things and the daughter dutifully going along with it. Alternatively I was thinking a more bratty, rebellious(girl could be fun as well. I'd see her as someone who's clever and devious and knows her mother inside and out. She knows how to play up the "mommy's little princess" angle to get what she wants, and is perfect at pressing her buttons and teasing her. Of course she does genuinely love her mother, she's not just using her or anything like that, but it's a much more give and take kind of relationship. Plus her acting out or being bratty sometimes can lead to the mother needing to dole out a little "discipline" from time to time. A bit more out there, but I also had an idea for a Ryanair(daughter. Perhaps she's developed an obsession with her mother from a young age, and was the one who initially seduced her and started their relationship. It could be fun to have her be super possessive of her mother, and see how that clashes with the more "open" nature of the city (or alternatively go the opposite route and have her be obsessed with "showing everyone her mother's beauty" and have her get off on sharing her around). Also on the weird side, a shy, shut in(daughter. I like the potential backstory of this one, as I see her as having been a hardcore shut in, like an take or MEET. Worried about her daughter shutting herself off from society the mother begged her to go outside and start socializing with other people. The daughter, initially just seeing her mother as a nuisance, said that she'd go outside, but only if her mother agreed to go out on a date with her and have sex afterward. She only intended it to be something shocking and absurd that her mother would of course refuse, thus getting her off her back, but to her surprise she agreed, and thus their awkward yet sweet relationship was born. It also has a touch of ironic tragedy to it as well, with the mother managing to reintroduce her daughter to society, though in doing so forming a relationship with her that would get them shunned from that exact same society, forcing them to move to Venus City. What do you think? Any that catch your fancy? Oh, I miss so much wonderful discussion while sleeping. A mother/daughter married couple sounds really cute :) It's nice to see the Lovelace's again. :) Also if anyone would be interested in playing the friend that Courtney is staying with I'm open to ideas. Otherwise, I just planned to keep him/her kinda vague and off to the side. Oh yes, I like all of those ideas! The brat is my favorite, but I also love the idea of the bet. Can we combine those into one? This is the look I'm considering for the mother.(Hiroshima and Trinity Glass field both have the hair fade I'd like, but neither looks old enough to be someone's mother. I think we could. Perhaps instead of being a shut in, the bratty daughter was doing really poorly in school because she just didn't care about it, and the mother was worried about her future. So when she tried to convince her to be more dedicated to her studies the daughter threw down the ultimatum, she'd take school seriously, but for every A she got at the end of the year that was another sexual favor she'd owe her, no questions asked. Again she thought her mother would refuse and get off her case, but the mother reluctantly agrees for her daughter's sake, and of course she turned out to actually be really smart when she applies herself so she got straight A's and took her mother on a wild ride. Plus that could be the moment she discovered that she could use her charms and wits to kinda get her mom to do whatever she wants. And I think that pic looks good for her, though if you're looking for "moms" with gradient hair I did find a few others you might like. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(like the last set in particular because it matches the bratty daughter's looks really well. I kinda like the idea that part of her wrapping her mom around her finger was getting her to dress slutty and "fashionable" just like her, making them match their styles. Kinda shows off how much the daughter has "corrupted" her sweet mother. Not going to lie, the mother is really doing stuff for me. Raw! I'm quite eager to reply later today, DHI. :) What's this 'tagging' people are doing all of a sudden? Is that what the app is doing? It's something we do in other group games to call out who we're directly interacting with in a post. Quote from: DHI on 17-12-2017, 23:07:05It's something we do in other group games to call out who we're directly interacting with in a post.OOoohhhh I see. Can you tag multiple people? If multiple characters are in the situation (and involved in your post), yes. Here's a draft:Name: Mary Jane Casey Age: 39Origin: Oklahoma Race: Human Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Married Reason for coming to Venus: To legally marry her daughter Sex Information: Mrs. Casey and Nikki share an open marriages and Offsets: Tribalism, ♥ bad girls, kissing, subversion, mother-daughter activities Offs: Pregnancy, hurting her daughter, spiders, needles, scary movies Quick Bio/Personality: Mrs. Casey is a caring woman who gave up on her creative dreams to provide for a perfect princess. Although she'd like to provide structure for her daughter, their relationship strained when the girl entered her rebel slut phase. Rather than giving up on Nikki, Mrs. Casey followed her into the rabbit hole, and the two are now married under Venus law and exploring this new territory together. She does not, however, share her checkbook with Nikki. A mother has to look forward to pleasures like the satisfaction of buying her little girl that rabbit vibrator she's been salivating over. Job: Bartender Hobbies: Mom stuff Appearance:(I think she looks good, though she's a bit too young. At 32, she would have had to have had her daughter 16 years old just for the daughter to be 16 herself now, which is just a tad extreme on both ends I feel. Maybe something closer to 40 so there's a bit more wiggle room and the daughter can be a bit older as well? I like 39, how about right there on the cusp? Yeah, that works for me. And other than that I think she looks great.Also, what did you want to do in regard to the father? I was thinking he might have left the picture pretty early in the daughter's life (either passing or taking off), which of course helped push the two of them closer together and become more reliant on each other. Father unknown, high school was just a haze of dicks. I loved writing that post. :) finally got around to making the profile for the daughter, hope you like her Name: Nikki Bell Casey Age: 18Origin: Oklahoma Race: Human Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Married Reason for coming to Venus: To make mommy happy Sex Information: She and Mary share an open marriages: Oral, ribbing, curvy/thick bodies, MILFS!!!, massage play, groping/molestation, teasing, cum play, public, group Offs: blood, start, euro, heavy BDSM, pregnancy, people trying to seduce her mom without her permission. Quick Bio/Personality: Nikki is a flamboyant, bratty, yet surprisingly bright and shrewd young woman. She grew up with only her mother for support, and always loved her more than anything else. However, their relationship became strained when she hit puberty and started rebelling, like so many kids often do. It came to a head however when Nikki's grades started dropping to the point she was potentially going to be held back, and worrying about her future Mary tried to bargain with her to focus on her studies. To try and get her off her back Nikki offered an unreasonable proposal, she'd take school seriously and be a good little girl for the rest of her senior year, but for every A she got at the end of the year her mother would have to have sex with her, no questions asked. Obviously she thought her mother would be disgusted and refuse, but to her shock she agreed. Nikki turned out to be much smarter than either of them thought when she actually applied herself, and ended up getting all straight A's and graduating with top honors. Even then Nikki thought her mom would try to pull out of the deal at the last minute, and part of her was even ok with that, having never intended the bet to be serious in the first place. It was only when her mother came to her room and started stripping naked in front of her, body trembling with arousal, that she realized just how committed Mary really was. At that moment she truly fell in love with her mother, and their blossoming affair continued long after she had spent up all her A's, the two eventually moving to Venus City to get properly married. While Nikki loves her mother deeply, and would do anything to make her happy, she also recognizes just how much power she has over her, and isn't afraid to play up being "Mommy's little princess" if it means getting what she wants. After all you know what they say "happy wife, happy life". Job: Waitress (at the same place her mom bar tends)Hobbies: Shopping, Reading, Playing with her phone Appearance: (Love it! Totes, can we post up these characters? Go for it By the way, is the restaurant Emma and Sakura are in the same the one that Mary Jane and Nikki work at? I had more of a bar in mind for Mary Jane. It could also be a pub or sports bar. Understood. :) I look forward to making a reply once I have some free time. Edit; Currently debating on whether to have Sakura stick around for the waffles or not. On one hand, I like the amusing conversation going on between Sakura and Emma. In the other hand, Bottom just finished his character, and I was looking forward to interacting with it. Didn't see your edit on my phone, sorry. I expected that Sakura would probably want to duck out before things got heavy. It doesn't strike me as your thing. Emma and Sakura can meet up again later, and stay friends. How does that sound? That sounds nice. Thank you for helping, DHI. :) *imagines a cute scene of Emma finding Sakura a better outfit later in the week* Ah, alright I can join now. Hi there people in the game. Best of all, Pleasure Heights is now officially open. Nice to have you here, Bottom. :) Does Pleasure Heights have a bar where Mary Jane and Nikki could work? I'll have Faraday make her way to Pleasure Heights for an application. Pleasure Heights facilities include:-Bars, with glory holes-A brothel-spa, with massages that include sexual service-Pools, including skinny-dipping only ones.-Casino-BDSM club-porn theater-a combination night and strip club with live sex shows and touching allowed.-A café and a bistro-a mini-mall, mostly for tourists but plenty of other outlets for sex related shopping as well Most of everything can access from street level, with most of the floors being suites for residents and tourists, there is motel-style housing for quick privacy though. I'll be happy to give further details. Ooh, Cyborg Masseuse, who allows Orcs for clients? Sure~ Hey all, just wanted to pop and let you know that I will be pretty busy these Christmas days (as will a lot of people), so I won't be able to post anything for a few days. Sorry to all who wait for me to post, but have a happy holiday :) Currently there aren't any scenes for me to infiltrate, and the unattached characters are straight women. Do all the bartenders at Pleasure Heights have to be naked? I'd like to start a scene for Mrs. Casey, and a player-owned bar is better than something generic, but all nude all the time is a strong flavor. Of course the staff are nude, it's a selling point :) Quote from: DHI on 23-12-2017, 23:59:57Currently there aren't any scenes for me to infiltrate, and the unattached characters are straight women. Do all the bartenders at Pleasure Heights have to be naked? I'd like to start a scene for Mrs. Casey, and a player-owned bar is better than something generic, but all nude all the time is a strong flavor. Well you do have a daughter you could go into a scene with...hint :P@BokoPersonally I think a uniform would be better. Yeah, being naked is one thing, but it's also kind of boring compared to all the different kind of sexy outfits that exist. That's why even real life brothels have their girls clothed, because they know half the fun is taking it off. For sure, I'm just thinking about where to set the scene. We can make a generic bar. It seems like kind of a waste for everyone to pair off into the city and never see anyone else. To each their own! True, but I'm just talking about the bar, there's something to appeal to every taste at Pleasure Heights. Sorry for the delay gang. Christmas stuff kinda took over. Alright, can I get a bit of help as to where to start my characters at? Masako is a CEO of an AA company and Sandusky would be fully new. For Masako: maybe she bought a location to move her company HQ to? Quote from: Snake on 26-12-2017, 03:05:10Alright, can I get a bit of help as to where to start my characters at? Masako is a CEO of an AA company and Sandusky would be fully new. For Masako: maybe she bought a location to move her company HQ to? I like the idea of Masako moving her company to a new place and maybe sending out fliers and ads for employment? As for Sandusky... Hamm... Would he already have a place of his own by now, or would he be fresh off the boat so to speak? #msg13773055does anyone want to start off as friends of my character or be known to her ? I know she isn't everyone's tastes, but hopefully some like her Welcome, Snake and Carly. :) Yeah she would be. Conducting "interviews" (likely being pussy fucked from behind as she asks questions? :p)And indeed he would be fresh off the boat and probably outrageously horny ;haha thanks and I don'tmind being friendly with Carly's character :3 DhiElizabokotousamuraiI think I might get along with your characters, shall we make it they know each other ? Eliza I know I will have to be more careful with spelling with you, I will try but my spelling autocorrect is broken, but I can do my best. Anyone that just wants to be friendly but not sexual with my character I am open for too. If I missed anyone that would take to my character do tell me ! Hi Carly, that sounds like fun. Are you interested in Emma, or Mary Jane? Dhi, sure thing, me check. Snake sure let's get along ! Dhi both are gorgeous !!I would adore being lovers of both of them, but if you want one is fine - whichever you choose, and if you rontowatt to be lovers, being friends is awesome.I'm happy with whatever I can get from either of your characters. Any suggestions ? Does my character inspire anything for you ? Well, San's wandering around and will end up in the park at some point, just frustrated at being unable to find a good place to crash for the first night. Snake, I was thinking that Masako Cabrera may be more suited to my character. She's in her office, but is going to head out soon enough. What would you like to do? I need to set up a bar scene between Mary Jane and Nikki now that Christmas is (mostly) over. I think that's going to be open. Emma doesn't have anyone for a scene right now so I would love to write something between Emma and Arya. She has a gun blog, so I'd like to write that kind of scene, but it could also be something personal off the clock. Gun blog, huh? XD interesting. Well snake /DHI lets all (San's, Emma and Arya) meet at the café where Emma is. I can give San a place to stay for the night, my character is rich, she can pay for his hotel for a week if you like while you get your bearings. Masako I thought might know my character, perhaps she has had dealings with her in the past and might even be curious about more. And my character can try and chat up Emma. Though he'd probably want to screw her initially but backs off likely. However, that would be interesting and something to do. I can have San encounter Arya in the park. The game seems to be getting a bit FTA heavy. It really does, we need more normal ladies. Quote from: Snake on 26-12-2017, 07:35:46It really does, we need more normal ladies. Define normal. One set of female genitals. No offense. I'm all for "you be you" politically, and I admit I'm not entirely sure whose active and who isn't, but I do believe that our only character that has a vagina that isn't played by DHI is a robot. Meanwhile, we have more fut as then character that identify as male. Not saying you can't have fun with that, but it's a bit much for me. Quote from: Snake on 26-12-2017, 07:44:05one set of female genitals. No offense. No offense here, my character has that. It's just she's not human. And she's busy in school atm. Speaking of which, how are we doing the passing of time? I stand corrected. Apologies Sumatra. I think we still have more fut as then characters that actually have the anatomy that matches their secondary sexual characteristics, even if you do count the robots. Indeed, that is true. ...want to have San and Sumatra run into each other?:3I laugh at some of them honestly. Huge FTA wants? The heart can't power a 2' long cock without passing out. Sure, that's fine by me. He's 18 too right? Is he in school as well or like just out of it? Venus seems like fertile ground for FTA smut, so I'm not surprised at all. It's the straight women who surprised me. But, if all kinds of tastes can be accommodated, that's a good thing right? He got thrown out when he went leopard in class to threaten a bully. Quote from: DHI on 26-12-2017, 08:02:20 Venus seems like fertile ground for FTA smut, so I'm not surprised at all. It's the straight women who surprised me. But, if all kinds of tastes can be accommodated, that's a good thing right? Agreed. I’m not surprised about or complaining about that there is FTA. Just that there’s so much of it compared to anatomical women. :P Quote from: Snake on 26-12-2017, 08:03:20He got thrown out when he went leopard in class to threaten a bully. Aha. That makes sense. Well maybe she'll go out for lunch. Heh that would work out, but he's in the park at the moment :3 The school isn't far from the park, just a few blocks. There's a nice coffee shop nearby as I recall. Hmm, that would work, want to move there? Sure, I'll be along in a bit. Should we have she males/hermaphrodites/FTA posts in a separate thread ? I'm back from Christmas. So many new characters and a little bit of drama/discussion. Reminder that my character also have a vagina and will be having her start her investigation soon. Ve prepared to surrender to hand in semen/fluid samples to prove your innocence :) current character roster Males: 4 Females: 7Futa: 4I don't know where you got the idea that there are more FTA then there are women, because you certainly didn't get it from actually counting everyone's characters. There are straight up almost two women for each male character, you have plenty of options. *catches up*1, Sakura has both sets. :)2. *points to Dragon's chart in agreement*3. I see no reason to corner off every FTA into a different thread, Carly. Especially when Totes rider's couple would be split as a result. Edit: 4. Snake, feel free to have Matsuda come up to the club and caress Sakura from behind. :) Look at the active characters though, dragon. Most of those "females" and at half of those "males" never posted. However, The Villain, it is also the holiday season and thus activity rates are not something sound to test at the moment. What's the name of the club? 3 Quote from: Snake on 26-12-2017, 16:08:27Waht's the name of the club? 3Glad you asked. :) Sakura is currently at Pleasure Heights in the grand opening of a new bar called "Money Shots". That is true, I might be wrong in some cases of whose active and who isn't. So what would Sakura want to do :3 Quote from: Snake on 26-12-2017, 16:12:37So what would Sakura want to do :3Well, Sakura is currently in an awkward situation, so a matronly woman snuggling her from behind would be nice. :) Quote from: Anna Katrina on 26-12-2017, 11:43:07Im back from Christmas. So many new characters and a little bit of drama/discussion. Reminder that my character also have a vagina and will be having her start her investigation soon. Ve prepared to surrender to hand in semen/fluid samples to prove your innocence :)Also -:D how big a sample will she needs Villain? I didn't post for a while since it didn't fit to interact with any other character at that time. No one else is a student he-he. @Sumara: Well Perhaps they can be friends? They're both from Japan :3 (and I plan to have San clean up his appearance a bit too, maybe Sumatra can suggest it?) And "m a bit of a loss as to what to do with Masako; any suggestions anyone? Quote from: Snake on 26-12-2017, 16:17:28how big a sample will she needs Villain? I don't know. Also, CRIME! *GASP!* What kind of crime is there in this City? 3 I think it was ruled by our GMs that Venus City's crime rate is a LOT lower than you'd expect for a city this size, but it's all still there. In this case, corporate sabotage. Quote from: Snake on 28-12-2017, 19:42:26@Sumara: Well Perhaps they can be friends? They're both from Japan :3 (and I plan to have San clean up his appearance a bit too, maybe Sumatra can suggest it?) And "m a bit of a loss as to what to do with Masako; any suggestions anyone? Yeah, it can work. I intended for her to be from a small island just north of Japan, one that doesn't actually exist, but it has a similar history and ideals to Japan, at least in some contexts while being a lot more crude and darker (darker than feudal Japan? Is that even possible?). We also have a bunch of characters and probably NPCs who don't have a lot of money, if any at all, and could resort to stealing. Unless the city provides like a monthly check or something to newcomers? Well San has enough to live for a little bit; but it has to transfer from his recently departed grappa's account RL has made work get hectic, for the meantime I have to withdraw from this game. Hopefully things will ease up later and I can JMP back in. Sorry DHI, your Emma character was gorgeous, I really wanted something to happen between us ! Anyway everyone have fun ! No worries! Uh, hey folks! Dropping into the IOC real quick to say hi and hope everyone has or is having a happy new years' celebration. O: Also to touch base with other participants! Welcome! Thanks DHI, and it's great to see you again. O: I've got some light reading of the game to do before I'm all caught up but hope you've been having a good time here! I'm having a great time. Hey Joanne, are you with us? Your Marina inspires ideas, I would love her to knot Emma's butt. And I'm also here. Gonna go pass out soonish, but if Sumatra still wants another student to talk to (I know she's not into fut as but talking and stuff's still on the table, right?) then there's another option. And part of me kinda wants to have Marina hit on Mary Jane without Nikki's permission, just to see how badly that goes. Also yes, that is definitely an idea that I would not mind pursuing, DHI. :P We're going to place Mary Jane and Nikki at a Venus comic con in costume, maybe tomorrow. Quote from: DHI on 01-01-2018, 05:09:41We're going to place Mary Jane and Nikki at a Venus comic con in costume, maybe tomorrow. Oooh, comic con. Yeah, Marina's definitely going to be there, for her own costume stuff if nothing else. Welcome, Hard and Joanne. :) Thanks Yuri! Glad to see plenty of friendly faces. O: Happy new years everyone! 3 So after MAG fest this weekend I'll be more active. Sorry if I'm not exactly being the best GM... kinda my first time. Pfft, no biggie, Totes. O: Everyone runs into bumps when it's their first time. There's plenty of activity potential in the game to keel us going for a little bit until you come back! No complaints here. I like the loose sandbox approach Sorry for not posting yet. Kinda caught the tail end of the whole holidays' thing, then fell asleep. And, would like to check in with dragon and make sure it's okay before I do something that is, after all, on his character's offs. Huh? oh, yeah that's fine. I had that in there mostly as a joke. She's a brat so she'll get all pouty and defensive about it, but I think it'd make for a fun scene if we did it that way, especially since she's already lost at a dumb nerd thing she doesn't even want to be at, and she finally finds her mom only to find her being hit on behind her back. I figured, just wanted to be sure. Now to figure out what costume would work for Marina ... Quote from: JoanieSappho on 02-01-2018, 15:53:52I figured, just wanted to be sure. Now to figure out what costume would work for Marina ... Might I suggest Squirrel Girl? Lol Anyone want to have some fun with Masako at the nightclub? Either that or she'll wander off to find Yuri's character, but I'm giving everyone else a chance to try something first. 3 Emma is without a scene at the moment. Are you looking specifically for FTA characters with Masako? Not particularly just some socializing perhaps Reading Dragon's header keeps reminding me of this. :) lol, I'm a big fan of anyone screaming "MY WIFE!" it just has a nice punch to it. So the bar in Pleasure Heights, does it have an owner? Or can I NPC one? I want to say bokutosamurai's girl, Sophie Ataxia, owns it (well, she owns the Pleasure Heights tower anyway)? But probably for the sake of ease of use and access, you could probably swing an NPC recruiter (since otherwise you're stuck waiting for him to come back) I'm doing just that. I'm also putting that potential applicants can try different positions as a trial before they apply and of course without pay, just enjoyment. Sounds good! And trial running could be helpful getting some fresh new faces into the workforce around the joint~ See how well they do and put them where needed, and if they like what they do... Think I really will try to get Archer to part-time waiter duty and other things, if only to get him further into the enjoyable lifestyle, haha. *INCOMING*Sexy cyborg stuck in a wall at a Pleasure Heights bar! That sounds dangerous! Would sure be bad if someone took advantage ofthatsituation... >:)And thus, it's time to put the Seaborg to work~ And now with Holidays and Mag fest over. I'm back. Boohoo, welcome back Totes! Hope it was fun. =p Uh-oh, Sumatra looks like she's about to go somewhere bad (by which I mean good~) She has no idea what you're talking about OO. Mweheheheh, well, won't she be in for a surprise. 3Don't mind me, I just lurk while playing games, so I comment while idle. >>; Somehow I don't think it'll be the lottery! Or rather the type I'm thinking of. Oh, I'm sure she's bound to get a rich deposit if she hangs around long enough... *cough*... I feel dirty making that joke. You need to take a shower pronto! Depressingly I just came from one. They're my best moments to collect my thoughts, lol. 3 Random, but if my final count isn't wrong, our gender ratios look like this now:5 Male7 Female6 She male (After Sari posts his chars, minus one that dropped from the game before) Seems about even. I'd like to get a couple more dudes honestly. (Hopefully more queer guys since right now we're at... 2 I believe. Hello all! What's happening and does anyone want to meet some well hung orc FTA twins who share everything? Especially'lady friends'? >:) Quote from: Sari on 10-01-2018, 04:34:33Hello all! What's happening and does anyone want to meet some well hung orc FTA twins who share everything? Especially 'lady friends'? Sgt;:)Despite Sakura's length being occupied, the rest of her is quite free. :) Quote from: Sari on 10-01-2018, 04:34:33Hello all! What's happening and does anyone want to meet some well hung orc FTA twins who share everything? Especially 'lady friends'? Sgt;:)Maybe you can drop by the bar where Archer and Far away are. Quote from: Eliza on 10-01-2018, 05:15:04Maybe you can drop by the bar where Archer and Far away are. I second this! Someone's gotta help Far get out of debt, and Archer is only one man. X: Two sexy ogres would certainly help lighten the load~ Masako and Emma are there, as are Sophie and Sakura I believe. Well I just finished reading up on everything and I think the bar is definitely in order! Far looks occupied just now though so I think I'll make a move on Sakura first! >:)We'll see about later though! >:) Hoodoo, orc beauties in the house~Meanwhile, Sumatra continues going to unknown places. D: Hopefully San comes to help her soon. XD Yeah you'd think this important building would have someone in it. Gee it's societies huge! Oh, I'm so stupid. I have only just noticed that it's the same building as Barbara and the doctor is in. Unless I am mistaken? :) We need a Location tag, yeah. No you're right he-he. There are a lot of BIG buildings are here, but this one is probably the BIGGEST. Also, it has a broken window. It was an aesthetic choice by the designer. Ooh, so that's where she wound up! Actually wondered where she went for a bit, but Anna's comment makes complete sense now. Yeah, I'm imagining where buildings are with respect to the park. The park is like Central Park right? Smack in the middle of the city? And things radiate out from there? Quote from: DHI on 10-01-2018, 08:02:55We need a Location tag, yeah. Already put one in! Setting the trends yeah! :P Oh okay, that makes sense. I have no idea what you call the building though. Well, the actual name of the building was Samara Fertility Research I think? Yeah, looks like it. Well that's what I'm putting so if there's confusion, I take no responsibility. It's Hard's fault. Happy to take the blame for someone else. X:Also, more bad news, my computer just went tits up, so now all my posting will have to be from phone. Go me. You deserve it! I hope you get spanked at some point! And I hope I don't... I actually wouldn't mind a little spanking I think. X: But aaaaanyway... Well, it won't be a huge inconvenience, hopefully. I have no intention of disappearing anytime soon. Quote from: Sari on 10-01-2018, 07:10:15Well I just finished reading up on everything and I think the bar is definitely in order! Far looks occupied just now though so I think I'll make a move on Sakura first! Sgt;:)We'll see about later though! Sgt;:)And making a reply. :) He-he I have an idea of San ending up in a fertility clinic for a sperm count test and overloads the machine ;p Sounds like a real problem. It probably costs A LOT of money! I'm thinking I should wait for Sophie to respond to feeling her 'customer' being fucked into her through the hole before I post again. What do you guys think? Quote from: Sari on 11-01-2018, 05:32:17I'm thinking I should wait for Sophie to respond to feeling her 'customer' being fucked into her through the hole before I post again. What do you guys think?_My Current Thoughts_1. Bottom hasn't posted since page 22. However, I know him on discord, and he acknowledged on Saturday that he keeps forgetting to post.3. So, I'm not sure whether to give him the benefit of the doubt or worry the situation will end up like the FTA Book Club. I have been keeping up with things, first of all the holidays were busy, second I'm busy looking after an aging pet that won't be around much longer. Most importantly, I just haven't been inspired, my creative energy is focused on another project and my muse for forum roleplaying isn't as strong as it used to be. I could start posting again but frankly at this point it's probably the best just to start a new scene since I have no idea where to go with Sakura. Quote from: bokotousamurai on 11-01-2018, 17:19:16I have been keeping up with things, first of all the holidays were busy, second I'm busy looking after an aging pet that won't be around much longer. Most importantly, I just haven't been inspired, my creative energy is focused on another project and my muse for forum roleplaying isn't as strong as it used to be. I could start posting again but frankly at this point it's probably the best just to start a new scene since I have no idea where to go with Sakura. Well she came as soon as you put it in, so standard porn fair at this point would be to ride her until she comes again, or you do, or both. And given the change in her circumstances, noticing a certain jerking motion to her shaft wouldn't be unusual, so once you finish you could come out to see what's up and meet all three of them! Shenanigans would, undoubtedly, ensue! Thoughts? Personally I kind of like the idea of the four of them ending up having an orgy in one of the Glory holes and ending up servicing the cocks being stuck in while they all fuck each other! I especially like the idea of Sakura getting double stuffed and sucked off and being encouraged to service that stranger's cock while she's so utterly fucked she can't think straight to say no! >:) Either way, you're free in the technical turn order to post, Sari. :) Orc girls just got there, and already they're one of the most popular pairs. 3 They're going to be busy tonight~ Well Masako may just watch for a bit I think :p So far nobody knows her "slut" mode access code to force her to participate :p Note to self: Work on discovering this Slut Mode switch So how's Masako's job hunting going, Snake? O: Still waitin' on dragon. But what do you guys think of adding a sort of time limit before a time skip? Like say... everyone has at least a week and a half to post before the RP skips to the next day (or week). Asking because I'd really like to add community events and such. There we go posted :3, and she's just making a break; she's got flyers out for her gaming company though :3 Ooh community events! That sounds cool! Public gang bangs.... perhaps putting girls in a pillory for use? 3 Sounds good to me, Totes!@Snake: Ooh, definitely gotta get one of those for Archer... After he's done, but yeah. >_>; That sounds like something he'd enjoy between mechanic duty and possibly any other part-time job he picks up. That'd be cool ^_^. Abby would gladly give herself up to be in one of the pillories... "Ahem... with my hubby's permission..." Right my mistake. Quote from: Snake on 11-01-2018, 21:34:33Public gang bangs.... perhaps putting girls in a pillory for use? 3Faraday's already in one, but of course, put her in a pillory that she cannot control from the safety of a booth. Quote from: Yugishogun on 11-01-2018, 21:19:12Either way, you're free in the technical turn order to post, Sari. :)Been working on a post for a bit now actually, hope to have it finished soon! Quote from: Gardner on 11-01-2018, 21:20:58Orc girls just got there, and already they're one of the most popular pairs. 3 They're going to be busy tonight~Just the way they like it! >:) He-he. Well they area lot of fun aren't they :3 Quote from: Sari on 11-01-2018, 22:34:13Been working on a post for a bit now actually, hope to have it finished soon! Just the way they like it! Sgt;:)Lovely. :) So what is there to do in the club for Masako.... hmm ;3 I have to get my post up first and see about proposition in the Orc twins to get his new friend laid and well paid~After that... I can always send Archer her way, he seems to have a thing for artificial women. O: But I don't think he's her type anyway... XD Still, there's always the job opportunity approach. =p Post up! Though I think it might be a bit much for poor Sakura! >:) Emma's going to go do something else, chase your bliss with Masako. Quote from: Sari on 11-01-2018, 22:54:25Post up! Though I think it might be a bit much for poor Sakura! Sgt;:)Well, you definitely put her in a position favorable for the orcs. :) Quote from: Yugishogun on 11-01-2018, 23:20:28Well, you definitely put her in a position favorable for the orcs. :)Woo! Just got to wait for Sophie to respond, and then I think they'll leave off on stroking Sakura and focus on pumping her holes until they all cum from that end, and then move over to join Faraday, what do you think? >:) Sounds good to me. O: Just posted finally. Archer's still got some energy in him, but going to put him on relaxation duty. Hey, quick question DHI, Emma still in the bar too, right? Maybe I can get two birds with one stone, so to speak... o: Quote from: Sari on 11-01-2018, 23:39:14Woo! Just got to wait for Sophie to respond, and then I think they'll leave off on stroking Sakura and focus on pumping her holes until they all cum from that end, and then move over to join Faraday, what do you think? Sgt;:)Sounds wonderful. :) Yep, she is. Sweet, so maybe I'll send Archer her way first as soon as a chance comes up, if you don't mind. O: Sounds good! Alright got some ideas for events Valentine's Day Gang bang: On this day, Women, or anyone who identifies as female, can lock themselves in special Valentine's Day pillories to be used by anyone for one hour. Those who wish to participate can sign up via the App~! Act fast, spaces fill up fast. After one's hour in a pillory, it's often said that the last person who cums in you will be your 'special one'... or at least the dude who offers some waffle house to celebrate. Also, it's customary to leave little chocolate candies and treats in the 'Gift Box' at each station for the woman to take home. White Day: On this day, Men can sign up to offer their cocks in the Glory Box~! It's a large box. Men (or anyone with male genitalia) line up inside and stick their dicks out for anyone to use. Unlike the Valentine's Day Gang bang, it's completely anonymous. However, each cock has a temporary ID number stamp. By putting in the ID number, you can find out which cock belongs to whom. Just like Valentine's Day gang bang, you can drop little treats and candies into the gift box. All Butt's Day: Kinda got the idea from DHI's character Emma. Essentially it's a charity day when women can donate money to put a strip of tape on their pussy, keep their status to open free use and go all Anal for 24 hours. Get butt fucked... FOR CHARITY~! Venus City Expo: A giant convention celebrating the history of Venus City. Try out the newest toys and dildos before they hit the shelves, see the latest scientific innovations, special stage shows, and of course the multitude of sporting events... with the Venus charm to it. Due to overwhelming popularity, teams wanting to participate in the Big O competition should sign up WELL in advance. Love it! Oh god, so much fun planned. Seeing All Butts Day, all I can say is 'Swigging sooty I'm coming for That booty'. X: Quote from: Gardner on 12-01-2018, 01:54:42Oh god, so much fun planned. Seeing All Butts Day, all I can say is 'Swigging sooty I'm coming for That booty'. X:*Venus city event marketing team is now working feverishly to get shirts made with that slogan* Yay for butt day! Alrighty, hopefully that post works. O: Quote from: Totes Rider on 12-01-2018, 01:46:21Alright got some ideas for events Valentine's Day Gang bang: On this day, Women, or anyone who identifies as female, can lock themselves in special Valentine's Day pillories to be used by anyone for one hour. Those who wish to participate can sign up via the App~! Act fast, spaces fill up fast. After one's hour in a pillory, it's often said that the last person who cums in you will be your 'special one'... or at least the dude who offers some waffle house to celebrate. Also, it's customary to leave little chocolate candies and treats in the 'Gift Box' at each station for the woman to take home. White Day: On this day, Men can sign up to offer their cocks in the Glory Box~! It's a large box. Men (or anyone with male genitalia) line up inside and stick their dicks out for anyone to use. Unlike the Valentine's Day Gang bang, it's completely anonymous. However, each cock has a temporary ID number stamp. By putting in the ID number, you can find out which cock belongs to whom. Just like Valentine's Day gang bang, you can drop little treats and candies into the gift box. All Butt's Day: Kinda got the idea from DHI's character Emma. Essentially it's a charity day when women can donate money to put a strip of tape on their pussy, keep their status to open free use and go all Anal for 24 hours. Get butt fucked... FOR CHARITY~! Venus City Expo: A giant convention celebrating the history of Venus City. Try out the newest toys and dildos before they hit the shelves, see the latest scientific innovations, special stage shows, and of course the multitude of sporting events... with the Venus charm to it. Due to overwhelming popularity, teams wanting to participate in the Big O competition should sign up WELL in advance. I'd say make the Valentine's Day Gang bang, be anactualGangbang, set out large areas off blankets and pillows in the parks and town squares maybe? Then save the padded pillories for Women's Day, or something, since they get to have all the fun without any of the work! >:)I can definitely see the Twins taking part in all of these though! Quick question, what with incest being fine here, as well as the open sex, would Mother's Day and Father's Day feature congratulatory fucking and blowjobs for the parents in question? Both from their own families and complete strangers? This idea is more directed at DHI, dragon, and The Villain for obvious reasons. Also, for Butt day maybe have a higher end tape monitor you can get that records how many times you orgasm from the anal and gets donations from the wealthy and major corporations per anal orgasm? Maybe have celebrity butt sluts stream from public places where they get trains run on their rears and try to orgasm as much as possible for charity? It would beperfectfor Emma! >:) Quote from: Sari on 12-01-2018, 03:12:38I'd say make the Valentine's Day Gang bang, be an actual Gang bang, set out large areas off blankets and pillows in the parks and town squares maybe? Then save the padded pillories for Women's Day, or something, since they get to have all the fun without any of the work! Sgt;:)I can definitely see the Twins taking part in all of these though! Plus, spit roasts is technically gang bangs, but you can't discriminate the DP. Quote from: Eliza on 12-01-2018, 03:20:51Plus, spit roasts is technically gang bangs, but you can't discriminate the DP.IF this were Reddit, I'd be upvoting the hell out of this right now, haha. As fun as it sounds having all this public stuff going on, it's just a shame that not everything appeals to everyone. I get that it's supposed to be very open but some of us aren't into exploring these events with every kind of character, if you catch my drift. Even in an open setting, the comfort level of the writers involved is paramount, and I think this is true for everyone here. I would not do anything to your characters you don't want. This is true. I'd like to think no one here is doing anything anyone else doesn't want, nor will anyone force people into such situations. I think Sumatra will be safe anyway given the lack of an app would probably flag her for caution to everyone else since she doesn't have any info to show. Well she may be backward, but I'd imagine she'd get a phone and probably the app at some point before the events began, considering how dandy it would be. I'm just saying that my character is strictly heterosexual, so she wouldn't do anything, public or otherwise, that would get her into a sexual situation with someone who isn't male as her primary partner. This is also fine by me. O= I've seen some games with folks like that, I just take the 'live and let live' stance. Can't play with everyone, but if you can live with that, cool beans. I will always respect your preferences. There's nothing worse than writing something that a role-playing partner is uncomfortable with. That's such a hollow experience. I'm not interested in straight women anyway, so none of my characters are going to try to get in Sumatra's pants. Just friends. Friends are fun to have! I was more worried about FTA character TBH though, I don't mind either gender teasing, but I do care who the owner of the cock is. I don't want to sound offensive or anything but fut as just aren't my thing as a player. Sumatra as a character is straight, but as a player, I'm usually fine with more liberal experiences. Just a heads-up. That's alright! Actually you wouldn't be the first person I personally know with a stance like that. Thanks for the heads-up though, definitely helps me avoid embarrassing moments in the future! O: Not a problem, Sumatra. :)As for holidays, the Venus City Expo sounds wonderful. ;) I understand. Though as a GM, this does make me want to make things more accommodating to more 'one on one' type deals. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm down to hear them. Quote from: Totes Rider on 12-01-2018, 05:25:14I understand. Though as a GM, this does make me want to make things more accommodating to more 'one on one' type deals. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm down to hear them. Add a 'Blind Date' option to the app where you can put in your preferences and get assigned someone who matches? Then have, essentially, 'love hotels' where you can meet your 'date' in a private room? Maybe with a pre-delivered dinner if you want an actual date experience and not just a hook-up? Then have 'Friendship Day' or something where everyone is encouraged to make use of the Blind Date feature to meet someone new? I'm having fun. Don't stress it too much. But yeah, group events sound fun regardless. Don't let my snootiness detract from that! So MMM, with the boss currently on probation it seems, I'm probably going to have Courtney move on to a new scene, since Totes seemed to want to move on himself anyway, so would anyone be interested in having fun with a starry eyed fem boy? I was thinking of having him set to free use, so anyone could just walk up and have their way with him. Cool by me. I kinda want to move Jake and Abby. Anyone want to have fun with the cute couple? Sorry, I actually forgot what probation meant, and thought that it meant you wouldn't be able to post at all, which is why I wrote that last post so indirectly, sorry if it came off rude as a result. Hey man it's cool. No offense taken ^_^ I'm not sure about group events (Although I'll go along and probably do a couple, either way) but, perhaps, once the convention stuff is over, perhaps a certain pair of twins could meet a somewhat nervous butveryeager little ferret. Who does, after all, also have impregnation in her definite ONS list, although she might need a little taste before agreeing fully? On the other hand, I do have to disagree with one thing. Threesomes are their own thing. They shouldn't be lumped in with gang bangs, orgy and group sex, since some of us want to be watching moreover, not just threesomes and this very definitely isn't just me being annoyed because porn video sites do it all the damn time. :P Quote from: JoanieSappho on 15-01-2018, 21:42:57I'm not sure about group events (Although I'll go along and probably do a couple, either way) but, perhaps, once the convention stuff is over, perhaps a certain pair of twins could meet a somewhat nervous but very eager little ferret. Who does, after all, also have impregnation in her definite ONS list, although she might need a little taste before agreeing fully? On the other hand, I do have to disagree with one thing. Threesomes are their own thing. They shouldn't be lumped in with gang bangs, orgy and group sex, since some of us want to be watching moreover, not just threesomes and this very definitely isn't just me being annoyed because porn video sites do it all the damn time. Pounds good to me! Will the little ferret be wanting full harem membership? Or just a belly full and perhaps to put a bulge in someone else? >:)I mean fair enough, with the Twins things never really dropbelowa threesome, so some blurring is inevitable, but you make a fair point! ’D Quote from: Sari on 15-01-2018, 22:09:27 Sounds good to me! Will the little ferret be wanting full harem membership? Or just a belly full and perhaps to put a bulge in someone else? Sgt;:)I mean fair enough, with the Twins things never really drop below a threesome, so some blurring is inevitable, but you make a fair point! DI'm not entirely sure, but probably. Quote from: JoanieSappho on 16-01-2018, 03:18:36I'm not entirely sure, but probably. Woo! First customer! She's never going to go empty again! And I've got some other ideas to run by her in character! >:) Posted. Accidentally as a quote... and the pink I used for Abby is way too bright, but I can't edit posts...*lies in defeat* Probation? How? Why? I'm looking forward to the upcoming scene. :) Eh it's my fault. I prefer using a lot of drawn and anime art over real pictures. And because it's rather hard to tell ages in quite a few, I got in a bit of trouble. I'm a little salty for certain reasons, but I deserve it tho. I don't wanna talk about it too much, since I want to keep that between me and the mods and work it out. It's nothing serious thank god. Quote from: Totes Rider on 17-01-2018, 02:20:59Posted. Accidentally as a quote... and the pink I used for Abby is way too bright, but I can't edit posts...*lies in defeat*Ask a mod to fix it since you currently can't yourself? Quote from: Yugishogun on 17-01-2018, 02:36:47I'm looking forward to the upcoming scene. :)Indeed! This is going to be good! >:) So my probation ends this week I believe. Would you guys be cool with Time Skip this Friday? I think so. What does the time skip involve, can we continue writing existing scenes? I was thinking the time skip could be about a week or a few days. Basically and existing scenes would stop. That's why I wanted to ask if Friday gives enough time for you all to finish whatever scene you're in. I can postpone it for longer if enough people want that. Hm, if we need a rain check to continue another day, I won't mind DHI. O= Quote from: Totes Rider on 23-01-2018, 01:40:38I was thinking the time skip could be about a week or a few days. Basically and existing scenes would stop. That's why I wanted to ask if Friday gives enough time for you all to finish whatever scene you're in. I can postpone it for longer if enough people want that. I'd like to finish the scene in Pleasure Heights, since we only just reached Faraday, and at our current posting speed I can't see that happening by Friday. It might, it just seems unlikely. And since Eliza has been patiently waiting for her cyborg to be pounded all this time I wouldn't feel right about cutting it short or skipping it. :-\ That is a good point. Okay I don't think the time skip will happen for a while then. Can we do the time skip but also allow current scenes to carry on? I don't like to make people wait til my scenes are done to pursue new things. I'd second that. As long as people are using headers properly, nothing says we can't time skip while keeping old scenes around until they're done. I third that. Sorry for my delay. :(New, it's okay. My delay's been worse. Came back from a long week a couple of days ago, but I'm fighting to try and get all my posts out, and this is one of the ones taking longest for me. But waffling on it isn't going to do me any favors. I'll try to get a post out, just so I can stop Emma from being locked in limbo. Is this dead? I've been waiting on a post from book since January myself, but I noticed that no one else has posed in almost four weeks as well. Is anyone left? Do we want to skip people who have stopped responding and continue on or something? Quote from: Sari on 13-03-2018, 19:55:28Is this dead? I've been waiting on a post from book since January myself, but I noticed that no one else has posed in almost four weeks as well. Is anyone left? Do we want to skip people who have stopped responding and continue on or something? I'm honestly not sure either.

Venus City Council (OOC)|rating:2.0

Doggy Daycare (HarrytheCat & BRS)

"Oh why do we stay open so late on Friday nights? Anyone who needed dog food would have gotten it by now...." A young woman yawned as she wandered the front of the neighborhood pet store trying to get a fussy little puppy to settle down for the night. The rotten little thing simply refused to just settle down for the night. The short honey blonde woman yawned once more as she noticed just how late it was getting outside. Closing time was in half an hour, and she hadn't seen a customer all day.... Well that wasn't completely true. There's always a rush around 5 when people are getting off work and on their way home, but now it was nearly 9 pm. No one was coming out any more tonight right? Oh, well half an hour more, and she could lock the doors and go home. The only other person in here was the manager in the office doing paperwork so it didn't matter what she did for right now. She was just about to take a seat on the counter when she heard the ding of the bell attached to the front door. Someone coming in this late in the evening? Well maybe it was an emergency and he was out of food or something. She couldn't exactly judge the customers for the times they come in at. Natalie was a young woman who had started working at the store in high school, but that was years ago. By now she had moved onto college, looking into a veterinary degree. It just seemed to make sense given she loved the animals at the shop so much. She still had the young face of a teenager despite being in her twenties now. It probably didn't help her that she was the shortest employee at the store and her freckles made her look even younger. Despite all that she took it in stride, laughing along when people tried to joke at her expense while she was there. Hell she was slim enough most didn't think she could even carry a bag of dog food. Many admired how happy she could be with the cards life had dealt to her, but who could be grumpy with those gorgeous amethyst colored eyes? It wasn't exactly a common thing to see around town so she was easily recognized whether she was at the store or out and about." Welcome! My name is Natalie. Is there anything I can help you with?" She called out before even looking up but upon looking up Natalie smiled brightly. "Well Hey there! What are you doing here tonight?" She asked the man coming in. Her customer was someone she recognized easily, mainly because he adopted one of the puppies she had been caring for a long time ago. Natalie loved to keep an eye on the babies she helped to raise throughout her career. The pup she was carrying began to whine and wiggle in her arms until she shifted to hold him closer to her chest, letting him cuddle into her soft breasts without really even realizing it. When a man is in his late forties he naturally casts a hungry eye on a girl who looks eighteen. But when you're old enough to be her father; is it such a good idea? But she was so petite and so heart achingly pretty. "Bag of the usual Natalie, please," Carl said. He liked to watch her move, always amazed at the ease with which she handled one of the big bags of dog food. He was much bigger than her, but he found them awkward. She'd handed him the puppy and he cuddled it. A spaniel, its fur was like silk, and it snuggled against his chest, plainly tired and ready for sleep. The bag landed on the counter with a thump and Carl handed back the pup so he could get his wallet out. Tapping the machine with his debit card, he grinned at her, "That Major is going to bankrupt me the way he eats, you should see the size of him now." Major was the pit bull he'd allowed her to sell him a while back, perhaps against his better judgement. Now full-grown it was blessed, or cursed, with an awesome appetite. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay and talk to her and watch the puppy nuzzle between her breasts. He'd like to do that, to nuzzle between her plump breasts. Furthermore, he felt his cock stiffening. Furthermore, he'd been too long between girlfriends. Furthermore, he patted the bag of dog food, "I'll leave that there and just browse around a little." He stood in front of a rack of collars and leads and pictured collaring Natalie and clipping a leash to the collar and leading her, naked, around his house. Furthermore, he grinned, he'd have to be careful, Major would hump anything humpable. Furthermore, he glanced to where Natalie was leaning over the counter. She had freckles, not just on her face but on what little he could see of her breasts. He imagined unbuttoning the blouse and maybe counting her freckles, slowly and carefully. It was getting near closing time. Why not, he asked himself? On impulse, he walked quickly to the counter before he changed his mind. "Natalie, your bus goes right by my place. Would you like a lift home? We could maybe drop by, and you could say 'Hi' to Major and see how he's grown?" Realizing her late night customer was Carl Natalie smiled. "Hey there Carl. Major must have quite the appetite. Weren't you here just last week?" She asked as she happily retrieved a large bag of food, likely weighing half as much as she did. It was amazing such a petite body could move so easily with such a weight on her shoulder. She couldn't help but let out a slight laugh as he joked about Major bankrupting him with the amount he eats. "He's expensive, but I bet you love him. I know I did when he was here." She told him happily. Sure that had been several years ago now, but she loved all the dogs she came to know here. She quickly rang up his purchase before allowing him to leave it up at the front with her. "You should check out the new toys we just got. I bet Major would love something new to play with." She told him not realizing just how right she was as she moved the bag of food into a nearby cart so she could start cleaning up the counter as closing time was drawing near. This of course meant setting the little spaniel pup back down in his pen for bedtime while she cleaned the counter, bending over it unintentionally allowing for a good view down her shirt. Just what did that view hold however? Well of course her breasts practically spilling out of an ill-fitting bra. Being a college student Natalie couldn't really afford to buy a lot of bras so while she may be on the upper end of a B cup or even a C she sometimes had to wear some of her older ones that no longer fit quite right. While most men would be looking at D's and higher hers were certainly enough to fill a hand and well proportioned to the rest of her body. That being said if he were to come back up from the next aisle over he'd get a good view of her round ass as she cleaned. By the time he came back up it was only 5 minutes to closing time. All but her register had been shut down and they were waiting out the clock. She'd happily ring out any other purchases he decided to make before he asked his question. It seemed so innocent and Carl had been a regular customer for years. Sure he was old enough to be her father, but she did feel safe around him. After a short moment of thought she nodded. "I have to wait until my manager is finished with paperwork, but we should be ready in 15 minutes. I.I don't want to make you wait for me, but I would love to see that big baby again." She told him with a smile as she accepted the offer so long as he could wait just a short bit. Like she said the manager was finished up closing down the last register and the final closing duties within 15 minutes. While she didn't necessarily have anything to do during that time corporate always said no one could be there alone. Something about safety, but finally they were walking out the front door to where Carl would have been waiting." Thanks for waiting for me. I really appreciate you giving me a ride." She told the man happily. Everything seemed so happy, going perfect so far. With no classes tomorrow she'd even have time to play with Major a little bit provided it wasn't too late for Carl. Truth be told she didn't really know what he did for work or anything about his schedule. Much of Carl's browsing time had been spent watching Natalie as she tidied up. Putting the puppy into its pen had shown just how short her skirt was. He grinned, if he really was her father she'd not have been displaying so much thigh to the world. He'd not quite been able to see her panties but ... and his views down the front her blouse had been every bit as exciting, she seemed almost to be falling out of her bra, what delightful breasts she appeared to have. By the time he approached the counter his swollen cock was uncomfortably trapped in his briefs. To his delight she accepted his invitation. Delight and surprise. At some point in those few moments his intentions went from almost innocent to not innocent at all. He realized that he wanted her very badly. He was a fool of course, she probably saw him as almost old. If he made a move on her in his house he knew with uncomfortable certainty he'd be buying dog food at a different store next month. But the heart and the cock are devoid of common sense. He dumped the dog food in the trunk. How did a little thing like her manage a sack like that? Then he got into the car and waited for her. The BMW was all but silent as it idled. He turned up the heat and settled into the comfort of the leather upholstery, it was a chill night. Life was good. They'd finally made him a partner in the law firm. A junior partner but the future looked secure all he needed was a Natalie to warm his bed. Well, maybe, perhaps she liked older men. He doubted that but hey .... he slid his hand down the front of his pants and settled his cock into a more comfortable position. Natalie was excited to see his car out in the parking lot waiting when she got out of the store. It had been raining a lot recently, and she wasn't looking forward to riding the bus in the cold, not to mention the perverts who'd happily try to slip their hands up her skirt on the way home of course. She didn't realize his intentions but having known him for so long a ride with him and a stop at his place to see Major certainly seemed far safer. She shivered slightly as she bounced up to the passenger side of his car. Upon opening the door she was met with a nice wave of warmth given he had heated it up while he waited for her. "Thanks for waiting for me. I really appreciate it. There are so many perverts on the bus this late. Sometimes I don't feel safe riding." She told him as she buckled up, clearly grateful for the ride. That being said given his thought one might be able to call Carl one of those perverts as well but at least so far he had kept his hands to himself. Natalie quickly buckled up and let him take over with driving them back to his place. "So how old is Major now? I want to say it's been what? Three years?" She asked mostly to pass the time as he drove to his home. She was excited to see the dog she had gotten so attached to at the store. It almost broke her heart to sell him, but Carl had definitely given him a nice home from what naive little Natalie could tell. There it was again, the short skirt. She seemed quite unaware of the display she was giving. She seemed to have ridiculously long legs for such a small girl. She fastened her seat belt and her blouse gaped obligingly, giving an oh so sweet glimpse of a lot of her right breast." Yes, it must be three years now since you sold me that little bundle of fur." Three years, he thought, she must be a bit older than she looks. "I think you'll be surprised at how he's grown." They travelled in silence each apparently deep in thought. Carl was wondering how to make her visit longer than just a look at the dog. Would she settle for microwaved supper out of a box? Well there was frozen yogurt for dessert. Maybe a glass of wine, maybe two? He glanced at her, God, she was lovely. Surely she must have a guy? A young guy? The drive only took fifteen minutes. His house was quite modest. It had become his when his mother had died and was more than big enough for a bachelor. He pulled into the short driveway and got out and went to open the car door for her. More thigh, more cleavage. Didn't she know how attractive, how painfully tempting she was? This girl needed looking after. A light rain was falling. "I'll leave the food in the trunk for now." he said and went up the three steps and opened the door and held it open for her. It was like she was blissfully unaware of her body and how much she was temping those around her. As she was sitting it hardly covered her lap, surely if that seat was seen through he'd be able to get a glimpse of her panties. Fortunately or not the seat was quite solid and there were no sneak peaks yet. Even as she got out there was nearly a flash of something a little more, but it seemed she might just be an expert of exiting a vehicle in such revealing clothes. It was a wonder how she was even allowed to work in that outfit beyond possibly the manager liking the view as well."Oh, I can't want to see little Major. I miss that little baby." She cooed as she walked up to the front door together. He was lucky he was in front of her or else there might have been another chance to get a view up that skirt on the stairs. Inside there was a fierce barking as if a large dog heard them at the door. If nothing else Major made an excellent guard dog.Finally, as the door opened, and the dog saw his master he'd quiet down, and the tail would start wagging. Natalie immediately squealed with delight as she entered the house with him and bent down to pet the large dog. Ah, there was that glorious pantie shot. She had been paying too much attention to petting the dog that she bent over directly in front of him, the angle preventing the skirt from quite covered her entirely."Oh, Carl! he's gotten so big! Would you mind if I played with him for just a little bit? I promise I won't stay too late." She asked him eagerly as if she were almost begging to stay and play fetch or tug of war with the dog that clearly far stronger than a college student. Perhaps her request was just what he needed. This time the skirt wasn't up to the job of concealing her ass. Well at least the girl wore panties, he'd been beginning to wonder. She looked utterly delicious. The urge to touch was all but overwhelming." No, stay as long as you like. Major will be happy to have extra fussing." The dog seemed so at ease with this stranger. "Is it possible he remembers you after three years?" Carl wondered aloud." I'm hungry. Can I offer you some supper? It'll only be out of a box and micro-waved. But there'll be frozen yogurt for dessert. Perhaps I can liven it all up with a glass of wine? Red or white?" By now Major was over on his back having his belly rubbed. To Carl's embarrassment Major's cock was responding too and was emerging from its sheath. Taking her silence as an affirmative, he went to the fridge to check what he had in the freezer compartment. "How does butter chicken sound? Did you say red or white?". . "I think he does. I know I remember him." She spoke with a giggle as she petted the massive dog. He seemed friendly to her though soon it might be a tad bit too friendly. Her mind was consumed with playing with the dog when he mentioned something about food. "Oh you don't have to do anything like that. I don't want to impose." She tried to say but almost as soon as she finished talking her stomach rumbled. It had been awhile since she had eaten and that was just a quick sandwich on her lunch break earlier in the day. His first question about wine went over her head however as she spotted the all too familiar red rocket peaking from his sheath. She was used to seeing dogs do that, but it was still a bit embarrassing to even her. "N.no Major you put that away, and we'll play some tug of war." She told him as she grabbed a rope toy. Once she had it the question had come back around." Uh red? That's one people really like right? I haven't really bothered to buy any myself." She laughed a bit at herself. Sure she was old enough to buy alcohol now but quite frankly a college student wasn't buying fancy wine. They were buying cheap beer if anything. She knew nothing about wine or how much it would take to really loosen her up. After making her choice she went back to trying to play with the large dog. Of course given his size and strength she didn't stand a chance as he drugs her around the living room with just the toy. The dog might or not remember her, but it seemed to understand that she was female. Or at least his emerging penis suggested it. Pheromones? Well, he guessed she'd likely not showered since morning, so no doubt she smelled very female to a dog's acute sense of smell. These thoughts and the sight of her had him hard as a steel bar. The sight of her? Well with all the bending and stretching as she played with Major she was displaying more of herself than was ladylike. Thighs and ass and panty crotch and wonderful glances into her blouse. He wondered if he ought to go and jerk off just so he'd be able to keep his hands off her. The microwave gave its customary five pings, and he called that dinner was served in what he hoped were butler-like tones. He'd already poured her a wine, filling the glass as far as he dared without it seeming too obvious he wanted her tipsy. He peeled the plastic off her food without scalding himself for once and emptied it onto a heated plate and put it on the table. "It's on the table going cold, he called." He served himself and sat waiting for her to appear from her tug of war with Major. What a delight to have some company for supper! Why hadn't he tried this before? All the playing was certainly working up a sweat making it easier and easier for Major to smell the female before him. Given she'd also been working with the dogs all day there was a good chance she had retained enough of their scent for him to think she was just like him rather than a human like his master. Whatever the case it looked like Carl wasn't the only one who wanted a piece of her. As he called her to eat she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. "I'll be there in just a second." She called back to him before dropping the toy for the dog to take. "Sorry bud but it's dinner time. I have to eat too." She told the dog as she happily walked into the kitchen already looking a bit disheveled. Playing with dogs would certainly do that to you, but it only revealed her body that little bit more to Carl. Who knew she could get the outfit to cover even less skin. Sitting down at the table with him, she smiled. "You really didn't have to do all this, but I do really appreciate it." Natalie told him as she started to dig in. The food was about as good as a microwave dinner could be though the wine she had very little experience with. She wasn't even holding the glass quite right as she took a sip. It wasn't bad, but she didn't really know what she had expected from it. It wasn't like the fruity cocktails she usually drank if she had anything at all. Still though it wasn't bad. Natalie wasn't shy about emptying the glass, however. She easily sipped the whole thing as she ate. In fact, it didn't even last her whole meal. Perhaps one more could really get the girl going. She certainly wasn't drunk, maybe on the edge of tipsy but not quite impaired enough to be receptive to a move from either of the males of the house. She was perspiring from her efforts and little beads of sweet showed in her cleavage. He'd dearly love to lick them away for her. The freckles were adorable. Major came and squatted next to him looking up and panting from the play. Carl never fed him scraps at the table, but that didn't stop the dog from trying. Carl simply ignored him. "I don't feed him a table, but he seems to live in hope" The food was good, all the better he supposed for having someone to share it with. Major had disappeared under the table the way he always did when the begging failed. Natalie had finished the wine rather quickly he saw. "A little more wine?" he asked, picking up the bottle and beginning to pour her some more. This time he only half filled her glass. He poured himself the same and wondered if she normally drank. Most young people did." Ice cream, well it's frozen yogurt really, when the wine's done, if you'd like dessert. Hardly the meal to serve a guest I'm afraid." He watched her. Yes! The wine had got to her a little. "Do you have anybody to go home too? Surely some young man has captured your heart." He certainly hoped not, but it was hard to imagine a girl like her being without a beau. A slight giggle escaped her lips as he told her how Major always begged for table scraps despite never succeeding. At least that answered the question on whether she was allowed to feed him or not. Natalie didn't want to encourage a bad habit after all. Eventually she lost track of the dog, figuring he had gone to lay down somewhere. She was partially right though she didn't realize just how close by he was. Natalie didn't exactly sit like a lady in her chair. While everything was covered for the time being it wouldn't be hard to push between her legs. Normally she would have declined having more wine but hey the night was young, and she didn't have to go anywhere tomorrow. "Oh sure. A little ice creams sounds delicious too." She responded, and she took a sip of the wine he poured for her. The fog was starting to descend on her brain. Only a bit more time and she'd easily be quite suggestible." I have a roommate, but that's about it. I uh. Actually recently broke up with my boyfriend." There was a slight twinge of sadness in her voice as she confirmed there was no boy currently occupying that lovely heart of hers. Sure there was a roommate but nothing romantic there. Trying to forget about the breakup she quickly downed the rest of her glass of wine. She was 'available'! Having told him that, she downed the rest of her second glass. Things were going perfectly. He got to his feet and went into the kitchen and got the yogurt from the fridge and put two scoops in two bowls and went back into the dining room and gave her hers and resumed his seat. While in the kitchen he'd seen that Rocky was sat under the table and seemed to be staring at Natalie's knees. Would the dog start his usual attempt at crotch sniffing. He always did, to everybody's annoyance. Would Natalie be outraged? He hoped the dog wouldn't go and spoil things. Carl went and sat and smiled at Natalie. Her eyes looked a little out of focus. Well the bottle was well down. He might finish it off himself. But if she insisted on being driven home he'd need a clear head. He started work on the yogurt, wondering if Rocky would be his usual indiscreet self. While he went to get the frozen yogurt squared away she relaxed at the table and finished off her food. She didn't really know where Major had gone, but she figured he must have wandered off to do whatever he did when he didn't get his way at the dinner table. She didn't realize that meant sniffing the guest's crotches. Thankfully Carl returned before anything could happen." This looks perfect Carl. Thank you." She told him as she started to dig in on the yogurt. It was indeed quite good, but it also served as an excellent distraction for the dog moving around beneath the table. Natalie was mid-bite when her face started glowing red. "O.oh what's going on down there?" She spoke with a blush though strangely enough did not move to investigate it. If one had to guess it looked like Natalie might actually be enjoying the sniffing nose at her crotch. Given the wine must have loosened her up a bit it wasn't as much of a surprise as it normally would be. Most would be disgusted and tell the dog to get away, but she seemed to almost be downplaying it and enjoying the cold nose. Carl saw her face change and a blush begin to redden her cheeks. Major had no doubt decided her pussy was worth investigating. Major had, in his doggy way, tried to resist the scent between this female human thighs, but a male doggy has to do what a male doggy has to do. Usually humans got mad at him when he did this, but not this female human who he seemed to have met before. She actually opened her legs and let him sniff. Oh, but she smelled good. What did she taste like he wondered? His big pink tongue slid out and licked the crotch of Natalie's panties. She tasted as good as she smelled. He heard her voice, but she didn't sound angry and there was no call to 'Stop' from his master. He licked again, and again. It was almost cute how she tried not to show what was going on under the table. What would Carl think if he saw Major sniffing her like this and her not doing anything about it? Surely she'd never be able to face him at work again. If felt pretty good though, and it wasn't like she had any way to truly replicate this at home. She didn't have a dog of her own. Natalie was doing a pretty good job of being quiet as he sniffed her and probed her with his nose. Unfortunately the best had yet to come as soon she felt something much wetter than a nose. She felt his tongue grazing against her panties. Oh, that one felt good as well. She couldn't believe it and began to blush even more. The real problem came as he began to lick her over and over again. The pleasure started to build and before long Natalie let out a pleasure filled moan as if she had forgotten just where she was. This had happened before, with a bad outcome. Major had been captivated by Daphne's crotch and had made determined efforts to enjoy it. She'd been angry and disgusted and, despite Carl's profuse apologies and promises it would never happen again the girl had stormed out, never to be seen again. Carl sighed and stared, dreading what seemed inevitable. But this girl wasn't reacting in anger or disgust. She was sat, almost motionless. Her face was red, anger? Surely not arousal? Then she moaned and it was a moan of pure pleasure. Major was enjoying her crotch and Natalie was enjoying Major. Unbelievable. Carl didn't know exactly what Major was doing, but Natalie's hands were fists on the table and her knuckles were white. Carl found himself praying that this didn't go wrong. Under the table Major was in a sort of doggy heaven. A dog's world is largely made of smells and tastes, especially smells. They experience the world through their noses. This female human had the most wonderful scent and taste. The scent seemed to be getting stronger, and she seemed to be getting wetter, Major found himself swallowing. He kept nuzzling and licking, and his cock kept growing longer and harder. Carl watched, hardly daring to breathe. Was Natalie becoming more aroused? Still no attempt to end what was happening to her. Surely she'd not reach orgasm? He wanted to tell her to relax, relax and enjoy. That it was alright to enjoy something that felt so good. He was aroused himself by what was happening and wished it was him under the table between her thighs. Lucky Major, wicked Major. While Major seemed to do this with most ladies he had finally hit the jackpot. Just what it was that made her accept this rather than fighting was unknown. Did she genuinely enjoy it or was it the wine that had loosened her up just enough to accept it? Her rational mind was falling further and further under the fog as she didn't stop the hound from licking her. Those soft whimpering moans seemed to continue as Major kept up his assault. Even with her panties still in the way she couldn't help but enjoy his large tongue, and he was getting plenty of juices to keep encouraging him. She was finding something interesting, however. The pleasure was growing as if she were about to reach climax. Natalie was clearly trying to hold herself back against his persistent licks. It had been at least 10 minutes now since he had started and the entire time she had been allowing it to continue. Finally, the young woman leaned back into her chair, gripping onto the table."Ahh, ah Major!" She cried as she clearly could not hold back any longer. Tossing her head back, her hair falling over the back of it she finally could no longer stop herself. With one last cry she found herself over the edge of her climax and Major getting a great treat from the woman. It took a moment for her to come down from the high of her climax. In the meantime she may as well be a whimpering mess. "Good.good boy..." She said softly as if she forgot Carl was even there. Carl sat and stared in utter disbelief. His dog had just bought this young woman to orgasm while he sat and watched. She had done nothing to stop him, made no protest. Just sat there and let it happen. Finally, he managed to ask, "Are you OK honey?" There was no response, she just sat there, eyes closed and a smile on her face. Under the table Major sat, his tale wagging slowly, his tongue moving over his lips as if seeking more of the taste of the female human. He'd sensed when she was finished, and now he needed more than just licking and lapping. He knew he must hump and relieve himself of another hunger. In human words, Major needed to get himself off. Carl knew this too and wondered what he ought to do. For a moment he pictured Natalie on her hands and knees and Major mounting her. A first for both of them he was sure. He bent down and peered under the table and called to Major to come out. "Here Major, come on our boy. No you're not in trouble." Major emerged, his tail wagging slowly and what looked strangely like a doggy grin on his face. He realized that Natalie, when she came down off her high, would be mortified about what had happened. It was a sort of blackmail he knew but worth trying. "Natalie, would you mind if poor Major finished off by mounting you? Not properly of course. But if I drape a rug over you while you kneel on all fours I'm sure he'd love you forever." There was an old sheepskin rug in the spare bedroom that would be perfect. Although she heard his question it didn't register in Natalie's brain for a good long moment. She stayed leaned back in her chair as she finally spoke up. "I'm ok. I'm fine." She said softly as she seemed to just be enjoying what had just happened. Natalie thought that would be all she did with Major tonight. A one-off thing she'd regret in the morning. That simply was not the case, however. While the dog seemed proud of himself as he came out from under the table she finally opened her eyes and reach down to pet the obviously still hungry dog and food wasn't what he was hungry for. There might be a question whether she had thought of this before given how passive she had been about letting Major lick her and now how she seemed to pay more attention to the dog than Carl." I. I guess I can't leave him all needy." She said seeming a bit unsure of herself. Natalie attempted to stand up and walk but ended up stumbling as she walked. She got a couple steps away before tripping over her own feet and falling to her hands and knees. In this position her skirt didn't hide what was underneath, but there was still one issue. Her panties were in the way. Major would never gain entrance without a little help and Natalie was clearly too drunk on wine to notice. What happened next that evening was decided by two things. Natalie dropped to her hands and knees because she was still in that post-orgasmic state after Major's tonguing of her pussy and because she seemed not to hear Carl's mention of the sheepskin rug. Major must have assumed she was taking a submissive pose because she wanted him to couple with her. Perhaps at a subconscious level she did want just that. Major needed no urging, he padded quickly over to stand behind her. Watching in disbelief Carl saw the dog's paws go up on Natalie's back and right away the dog began thrusting and humping, seeking to get into her. With her panties stretched tight across her openings there was no way the sex-driven dog could penetrate her. Natalie still made no protest at what was happening to her. Major was a big dog, big and heavy and his urgent need made his attempted fucking of this small girl quite scary to watch. But Carl was so aroused he just sat there and watched as he unzipped his fly, freeing his cock and he stroked it slowly. All that mattered to Major was that he got off. Penetration would be best but the friction of his cock against the fabric of her panties would be enough. He just humped and humped as instinct told him. His long, pointed cock going everywhere but inside his new bitch. While Natalie hadn't intended to end up on her hands and knees like this what's done was done as it was quickly clear she wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon. Her reaction was still slow, too slow to stop the dog. Before she knew it his chest was pressing down on her back, and he was thrusting furiously trying to get inside her. Soft moans escaped her lips as his cock would hit the fabric of her panties then slip off in a different direction as they prevented the entrance. Part of her mind wondered if she should help the beast? Would Carl step in to help him? It only took one movement to make those panties move and then Major could gain entrance. Looking back she could barely see Carl from her vantage point, but it was fairly clear he wasn't coming to help either of them. Deep in her mind she wanted more pleasure. She'd never done anything like this before. Hell Natalie was still a virgin but damn if him just hitting her panties with his cock felt so good how good would it feel to have him inside?Finally, she shifted slightly. For someone who was drunk it was a fairly calculated move. With that slight shift the top hem of her panties was catching on his fur and claws with each frustrated thrust, slowly pulling them down and getting him closer and closer to what he wanted. Before long he had her dripping wet cunt exposed. All he had to do was get it in. Hopefully he had some good aim. Carl stroked and watched. He knew he should pull the dog off her, but he knew that if he did, he'd pull those panties down and fuck her himself. He knew that if he did fuck her she would likely see it as rape which, given that he'd pretty well got her drunk; rape it would be. So instead he was going to let her get fucked by his dog? This was crazy. His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of her panties slipping down her thighs. He stopped stroking his cock as he realized that Natalie was now completely exposed Majors searching cock. Major was having the time of his life. No human female had ever offered herself like this before. He was panting now from his efforts. He didn't know about panties, but suddenly things felt different. Furthermore, he didn't know it, but the panties were gone. His cock found its target and he entered her. He heard her squeal, felt her instinctively try and escape the intruding cock. Major moved forward with his back feet and thrust harder. How good it felt. Nothing had ever felt so good. Carl heard her and knew that the dog's cock was in his guest. In technically Carl himself could get in a lot of trouble for taking advantage of the young woman if he were to choose to fuck her himself there were no such rules for Major. Perhaps when making the laws they had overlooked that this sort of situation could ever happen. Well now it was and st this point it seemed there was going to be nothing to stop Major from getting his rocks off with the human girl. Natalie at first seemed so proud of herself for figuring out a solution to the panty problem... Then she felt Major's beastly cock take a jab and just barely not manage to slip inside her. There was a squeak of surprise at first, but then it was quickly followed by a much louder noise. This one seemed like a cross between a squeak and a moan. He had gained entry for certain now as the dog seemed to visibly change his stance a bit. His front legs seemed to clamp down on her sides far more than they had before. He had entered his bitch and he wasn't about to let her go until he was satisfied. Meanwhile, the young woman beneath him seemed to be moaning louder as his thrusts were getting all the more erratic and furious. Her mind was still clouded by a fog. All she knew right now was it all felt so good."Oh, Major!! Oh, good boy!" She cried out not even realizing she had said a thing. When he heard her tell Major he was a good dog Carl knew he'd met the perfect girl. If she'd willingly submit to being fucked by a dog the way she had and then thank the dog there was no doubt she'd do anything. Major got off her and walked over to his master. Carl patted his head and said "Good dog, Major." realizing he was letting Major know that fucking this girl was what a good dog did. Major padded away to the kitchen, no doubt to lie down in his bed. Natalie hadn't moved, apart from resting her head on her forearms, her ass tipped up lewdly. She didn't seem to mind that he could see her charms. The panties were down round her knees. He went and knelt behind her. Did she expect him to fuck her too, he wondered? He wanted to, despite the dog cum trickling from her violated pussy and down the inside of her left thigh. Oh god, he wanted to fuck her. His cock ached with his need. But she hadn't orgasmed he was sure. Neither of them would cum that night. She was going to have to beg for more cock. She was going to be wide awake and sober when she got more cock. He was going to deny them both what they needed." You know you're a very bad girl? Letting a dog fuck you like that? I really should spank you." He reached out and slid two fingers into her. How hot and slick she was, how good this sweet young cunt would feel around his cock. He fucked her slowly with his fingers, his cock jutted from his pants as if begging to be used. "Well, I daren't drive with two glasses of wine in me. I think you should stay the night." He withdrew his fingers and, with just one fingertip, found her clit and teased it gently. Her body seemed to tense, and he circled the slippery little nub knowing the effect it would have. Natalie was going to be a very horny when relief came. Natalie had cried out loudly in pleasure as her abused hole was filled with steaming hot dog cum. She'd never experienced such a sensation! She was nearly doodling as the dog pulled himself off of her. As he did so she allowed herself to fall forward slightly leaving her breasts pressed to the floor and her arms cushioning her head." I. I'm a bad girl...." She repeats slowly as if she were sleepy. Well she somewhat was but not for the reasons most would be at this point in the night. "I should..." She agreed in the same drowsy voice. Of course, she wasn't expecting to get anything else in her cum filled hole, but Carl seemed to have other plans. She moaned as his fingers entered her yet whimpered when they were pulled away. They felt good. Her soft moans soon began once more as he found her little numb. The pleasure quickly grew once more as he started to tease it with his fingertip. If he wasn't careful the freshly deflowered girl would ennui getting off on even slight actions though it too very little to build her up then sent her pleasure. Well, she'd enjoyed his fingers, that was obvious. He had to be careful pleasuring her clit, that obviously aroused her. He decided to give himself a small treat, he moved closer and holding his cock, he slid it up and down her slit. Up and down, up and down until he felt the first ripples of his approaching orgasm. How good it felt. Oh, to just thrust inside her and let his cum give her another flooding. Then with a true effort of will he got to his feet and stood looking down at her." I think this little slut needs a shower," he took her wrist and helped her to her feet, scooping up her panties and slipping them in his pocket. He urged her towards the bathroom. Putting down the toilet lid he sat. "Now undress and take a shower. I'm going to sit here and watch to see you don't try to pleasure that little pussy of yours." It would be nice to see her young breasts for the first time. He wished his erection would subside, she was such a temptation. Oh, how close she had gotten to that glorious climax. Being so inexperienced it hardly took anything, but she wanted it all the same. She whimpered as he pulled back and left her hanging once more. Natalie wanted it so badly yet she didn't exactly know how to say just what she wanted. Feeling his cock rubbing against that sensitive little slit though? Oh, that felt so good. It illicited new moans as she seemed to unconsciously push back as if she were trying to force him inside her. Too bad for her, he pulled back before she could get the satisfaction she wanted. Before she knew it Natalie was pulled to her feet, hearing something about a shower. Being covered in dog slobber and her cunt filled with dog cum she had to agree a shower would be nice though she didn't realize he'd be watching her shower. A blush flashed across her face as he told her to strip herself and get cleaned up, but she couldn't try to pleasure herself. "But... But you're a guy! You can't watch me shower." She protested as she tried to pull the shower curtain to hide her body. Her breasts were perfect! But he only got a quick glimpse as she dashed into the shower and drew the curtain. The bathroom was brightly lit, and her silhouette would tell if her hands spent too long between her pretty thighs." Do you need to cum as badly as I need to cum, Natalie?" he asked. He didn't expect an answer and he didn't get one. But he wanted her to know how things were for them. "We're neither of us cumming until tomorrow. Orgasm denial is a wonderful thing Natalie. Release when it comes is pure magic and the longer you wait; well, the better it is. I'll bet you have a cruel little itch in that pretty little cunt of yours." Having been fucked by a dog and having him see it happen give him a strange power over her. He knew it and she knew it. He knew to she was horny, everything about her screamed 'fuck me'. When she turned off the water he handed her a towel around the curtain. Ten minutes later she was handcuffed to the bed, her left ankle secured to the brass bed foot. "Only so you don't try and run away. It's not safe out there as you well know." Her stuff was in the washing machine, all except her panties. He showered, having promised her he wouldn't jerk off. He didn't either. They lay side by side, naked with just a sheet over them. Both naked, both horny and destined to stay that way 'til morning. He wished her goodnight and put out the light. Sleep would come in time, meanwhile he planned their tomorrow. In the kitchen Major dreamed doggy dreams and he wasn't chasing rabbits. Natalie undressed what was left of her clothing quickly and got behind the curtain go hide her body from Carl. Not that she had been very effective in covering up much anyway. His question seemed to catch her off guard enough so that she didn't answer. What was she supposed to say? She wanted her climax, but it was becoming obvious he wasn't going to let her have it. He was lucky she was too innocent and drunk to think to masturbate. Regardless of him watching her or not. She cleaned herself up pretty quick before turning off the water and accepting the towel. It felt nice to have something covering her up and hiding her body once more. She thought at first she could get her clothes back on, but they were already gone to the washer. She was going to be naked the rest of the night if seemed." Can I at least have a robe or something?" She asked as he led her back to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed as she waited for his answer, but before she knew it she had been pushed down and her ankle was cuffed to the bed. "But.but I can't leave anyway. The buses aren't running this late." She said in protest of the cuffs, but it didn't aid her at all. Instead, she finally got some coverage in the form of the sheets. Natalie didn't like being sent to bed feeling needy like this, but Carl had ensured she couldn't do much at all to help herself. Eventually she fell asleep and was still deep asleep when he would wake up in the morning. Carl spent a restless night. Every time he woke his cock was hard. He was acutely aware of the lovely body lying next to him. He knew Natalie would yield if he rolled over and cuddled her. Furthermore, he sensed she was as ready for sex, any sex, as he was. When he woke at six there was no getting back to sleep, and he lay there fighting the need to stroke his cock and get relief. He needed a pee, needed it very badly and that just made his erection all the harder. God but he was horny! He wondered if she'd got herself off while he'd showered or during the night while he slept. He hoped not, he wanted her as needful as he was.*********************************At nine thirty he was ready to leave. When he'd shown her the fucking machine in the basement and explained how it worked she'd been only too ready to try it. Now she sat astride it in a kneeling position. He'd only fitted one phallus and its eight inches of silicone cock were up inside her pussy. Secured by her ankles and wrists there was no escape, she was there until he set her free." When I dial my home number the machine is turned on. Then I select any number, one to nine, and the machine will fuck you. Slow or fast depending. When I hang up the machine turns off. There's a microphone over your head, so I can hear you when I go to speakerphone." Carl dialed his home number. The phone upstairs began to ring, and the machine clicked and began to hum. He punched the three. And Natalie's expression changed as the silicone cock slid up into her and the pad pressed against her clit began to vibrate. He let the machine fuck her for a while and then switched off his phone. "How was that?" He asked, knowing from her expression that the fake cock was doing its job. He'd let her put her blouse and skirt on so he'd not be tormented by her nakedness. "I'll be back by noon I hope, but I won't forget about you," he said waving his phone. In the car he took out his phone and dialed his number and selected three again. He switched on the speakerphone and listened. In his pants his cock was still hard, he suspected it might stay that way. Carl might just call himself lucky that Natalie didn't do much of anything that night. With the fog of the alcohol kept her from feeling a lot of the struggle he had leaving her to sleep fairly comfortably that night and well into the morning. It wasn't until Carl woke her up that she did, and it appeared she wouldn't be going home yet. She readily got dressed in her same clothes from yesterday given they were clean thanks to tossing them in the wash overnight. Natalie seemed to retain some memory of what happened last night and while the fact she had done it with Major embarrassed her she still craved that feeling again. It had just been too good. There was a slight reluctance when Carl first showed her the machine in the basement. It wasn't the same, and she would have no way of moving until he returned after a moment of thought an explanation of how it worked she allowed herself to be strapped into place. She moaned softly as part of it pushed inside her. It was big. Bigger than Major had been. Would she really be able to handle a few hours alone with the device? No choice now as Carl left for work. As he turned it on again Natalie began to moan as the machine did her job. She was quickly losing track of time as she allowed herself to fall into the pleasure. It was just too good after all. While the machine was fairly good at it's job the pace kept her climax from building too fast which felt torturous in its own right. About an hour in however the sound of nails walking across the hard floor could be heard over the microphone. Major had come for a visit. It seemed the dog did not have any ill intent and was merely investigating at first. While Carl couldn't see what was going on the mystery would make itself all the better. "N.no boy..." She whimpered as the dog started to lick her shirt. Her breasts may be covered, but the licks still brought her pleasure. With that extra but of pleasure she was quickly working her way up to her climax, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. If he wasn't careful she'd be getting off from the machine itself. It was three, no four, days since Carl had cum and that had been a lonely, edging session in front of his computer. He was horny now, terribly horny. Back at home he had a ready and no doubt willing girl to fuck, and he'd left her there. Last night he'd watched his dog fuck her, and he'd even slid his cock along her slit. All that and he'd denied himself release. Now his cock was rigid in his pants, lying up his belly, it's head above his belly button. He should pull over and get himself off. It would only take minutes, and he'd feel so much better. He dialed his office number. "Susie, cancel my appointment this morning, I'm too ill to deal with the client. I'll try and be in on Monday, and we can reschedule." He ended the call as soon as she acknowledged and looked for a spot to turn round. He was going home to Natalie! He parked and went up the stairs and let himself in. Down in the basement she was still knelt astride the Syrian of course. Major was sat beside her looking up at him, tongue lolling. Her blouse had two wet patches and her nipples showed plainly as two dark patches, almost as if she was lactating. But that was ridiculous of course. He realized Major had been licking her nipples. Carl had regained some control and an idea hit him. Major loved honey. He went upstairs and returned with jar of it. "Let's see just how turned on we can all get Natalie." He unbuttoned her blouse, sighing as her lovely pert breasts popped into view. With the lid off the jar he scooped some out with his finger and daubed the honey on and around her nipples. He wiped his hands on a paper towel and took out his phone and selected seven. The Syrian came to life under Natalie. Finally, he unzipped and struggled his cock free, still gloriously erect he thrust into the jar and then went to stand by Natalie. He snapped his fingers at Major and touched his finger to her left nipple. Major obliged and came and sniffed at the honey." Do you like honey Natalie?" He bent his cock down and pointed it at her mouth. It was almost a surprise when she heard the door to the house open. There had been a slight bit of relief as Major started barking and went to investigate. Had he really already been to work and back? With no clock down here she had no concept of time. All she had was the machine below her keeping her so close to the edge of climax but each time she got close to the edge it always seemed to yank her back and deny her what she wanted too bad. By the time he made it downstairs Natalie was a whimpering, moaning mess. Oh, how good it all felt, yet she just couldn't quite get that release. The smell of her arousal easily filled the air, it was almost intoxicating. She at first didn't notice his presence and certainly didn't notice him leave for the honey. Only when he came back did she notice the jar. Even if she wanted to she couldn't stop him from opening her shirt and exposing her breasts to the world and more importantly Major. Soft moans escaped her lips as he coated the delicate numbs in the sticky, sweet substance. Everything was so sensitive to her right now. Even as he coated his own member in honey she was too distracted to notice until he moved his sizeable cock to her face. "I. I do like honey." She said softly as she clearly was thinking about what he clearly wanted her to do. Natalie had never done this before. She'd been a good, innocent girl all her life and now look where she was. It didn't take long for the dog to start licking the treat off her breasts while the machine roared into the rapid pace he had set. Natalie arched her back and cried out in pleasure as her mind was suddenly filled with pleasure. Only as the honey began to drip into her open mouth did she begin to lick his cock, desperately trying to focus on the sweet substance while the machine below her was driving her mad with pleasure. She certainly wasn't skilled in blowjobs, but she was definitely cleaning the surface of his cock quite well. The atmosphere in the basement was one of pure sexuality. He could smell her woman's scent, musky, he loved it. The honey had been a wonderful idea. Major was apparently in ecstasy as he lapped at Natalie's left breast, he loved honey and Natalie seemed to love her nipple being eagerly licked by the rough doggy tongue. The Syrian's phallus would be mercilessly rotating and plunging in and out of her pussy, her full weight was on the machine, there was no way of her avoiding the pumping silicone cock. At this high setting it was plainly audible and Carl wondered what it must feel like to have that happening inside the most intimate part of your body. But Natalie was making no complaint. She glistened with a sheen of sweat, and she was breathing hard. Major's tongue was on her other breast now. The nipple he'd just left was obscenely erect, no doubt engorged with hot blood. Then she began to lick his honey covered cock. He knew with awful certainty that when her lips closed around his erection he was going to cum. It would be impossible not to, he was so aroused. She'd had a doggy cock and now the Syrian's cock was working its magic inside her young cunt. He still had that joy to come. But for now all he sought was release. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth onto him. She gagged as he began fucking her mouth. That glorious contraction behind his balls as the first gush of his cum spurted from his cock." Can't stop, can't hold back Natalie!" Natalie had long ago lost track of how long the silicone had been pumping into her body. The pure pleasure clouded her mind while Major only made things even better in front of her. She couldn't even escape the pleasure as she was strapped in place while the machine did its job with no regard for the woman astride it. She gasped and moaned with pleasure as it worked her body, struggling to focus as she licked his cock clean. Of course that wouldn't be enough. Soon enough she instinctively wrapped her gentle mouth around the head of his cock, slowly taking his member into her mouth. That was all it took before Carl pushed her head down further on his length, fucking her face with vigor while she gagged on the long appendage forcing its way into her throat. Each time he pulled back she gasped for arm before he thrust back in. There was little Natalie could do at this point. Almost entirely immobile she wasn't able to go anywhere as he suddenly released the floodgates. His powerful climax quickly filled her throat, forcing her to swallow it. For a moment she wondered if she'd drown with the sheer amount he was cumming. It was like he had built up multiple loads! By the time he would pull back Natalie would be gasping for desperately needed oxygen while struggling not to let her own climax come over her. Still being fairly inexperienced she didn't even realize that was the thing she was fighting when she tried to push the pleasure back. The girl was a natural! He spent himself into her mouth and down her throat with slowly diminishing spurts. She took it all, gagging a little as was natural, but swallowing his hot cum with no resistance. Almost as if she enjoyed it. He'd found his cum slut. How good it was to finally cum. Spurt after scalding spurt through his cock and into Natalie's mouth.Twenty-four hours ago she'd been what people called 'a sweet young thing'. Almost certainly a virgin. And now? Now she was this perfect creature that somehow he seemed to have set free. She'd quite willingly let his dog fuck her, she'd let him put her on the fuck machine and she has been loving what it did to her and now she'd sucked the cum out of him. Finally spent, he pulled his cock from her mouth, and reached into his pocket for his phone and turned off the Syrian. Major had left, all the honey licked and slurped from her breasts. Those breasts were blushing from her arousal, her nipples engorged and like big ripe berries. She'd not cum he was sure and by now must be going out of her mind with the need to attain release. He needed to sit down, to lie down, to let his own body come back to earth, but he needed to satisfy her needs, then she'd be his slave. He freed her from the machine and helped her get to her feet. Furthermore, he picked her up, amazed at how small she seemed. Furthermore, he laid her on her back on the table. She showed no resistance as he raised her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Her short skirt covered her not at all, and he was looking down at her open abused pussy, its plump lips glistening. Her panties were still pulled to one side. He bent and pressed his mouth against her cunt. She was wet, very wet, and she smelled like paradise, no wonder Major had been so eager to get between her thighs the night before. Now she was his. His cock was useless for a while but his lips and teeth and tongue would give her what she must so sorely need. There hadn't been a lot of choice for Natalie to swallow his seed. With his cock firmly in her throat she had no choice but to take the scalding hot semen and swallow, yet she did so with such eagerness, so little fight. She just might be a natural. All the while the Syrian working her up to an explosive climax, one she'd be denied once more as he turned off the machine. As he freed her and helped her up Natalie needed a bit of help steadying herself. Thankfully that wouldn't be for long as he laid her down on the table. For a moment she was thankful for the rest, but it wasn't going to quite be the rest she thought it was. As he moved down he'd get a lovely sight. Her delicate hole still gaping from the phallus that had been inserted into her while riding the Syrian. Clit was swollen with her arousal, wanting nothing more than that sweet release. She didn't hold back her moans as he began to lick her once more. It was another new sensation but not a bad one. In fact, she rather enjoyed it. As he got to work on her, she could feel the pleasure building once more. It would take her a few minutes to get back to the edge she'd been hovering on for so long but in the meantime he was treated to her sweet juices. Her moans were getting louder and louder as he continued, those cries being his only warning before his hips bags to buck involuntarily. She screamed out finally allowing that soul shattering climax rock her body, her juices spilling all over his face. Her climax, when it came, was violent and vocal, and he thought, very beautiful. There was a joy about it that told him she loved sex. Sex with Major, sex with a machine and now oral sex with him. He raised his face from her pussy and stood looking down at that pussy. His mouth was wet with her juices, and they even dripped from his chin, her body had loved the sex too. His cock had revived, and it seemed the most natural thing to slide it into her. And for the first time Carl's cock entered Natalie's pussy. It felt good, very, very good, and he buried himself as deep into her as he could get, and then he stood still, there was no way for him to get off just yet but being buried in her heat like that felt so good, so right. An idea that had occurred to him earlier crystallized at that moment. The shop next to where she worked was for sale." Why don't I buy the shop next to where you work, and you could set up a pet grooming place? Maybe call it 'Doggy Day Care' or something like that?" How odd, the thought, discussing business with a girl while I have my cock buried in her. But the ideas were coming thick and fast. Natalie being fucked by dogs, big dogs while he watched, Natalie curled up in a big doggy bed with little puppies suckling at her swollen, milk-filled breasts, Natalie on a collar and leash squatting and peeing in the garden behind the shop and of course, Natalie being fucked, doggy style, by him. He'd begun fucking her slowly as he thought his bestial thoughts. Long slow strokes, all the way in and all the way out. How good she felt. So tight and yet so slick and so astoundingly hot inside. A perfect little bitch for him to mate with. He looked down, watching his cock going in and out of her. The crotch of her panties was rubbing against the side of his cock. He looked at the perfect breasts that Major had enjoyed so much. Then at her face." Your pussy likes fucking doesn't it Natalie?" . . Natalie rested on the table, panting softly as she did so. She hadn't fully recovered from her climax when he rose to his feet, burying himself into her still sensitive folds. At first, she moaned then simply laid back and whimpered. Unfortunately for Carl she hadn't even fully recovered from her time with the Syrian so she wouldn't be quite as tight as she normally would have been. Still her walls did hug his member and the heat would feel divine as he simply rested there. His question however, that caught her entirely off guard. Of all times to talk business he wanted to talk now? "But.but I don't know anything about grooming. I'm in school to be a vet tech." She told him with a sense of confusion in her voice. She had no idea what he was thinking. In her mind that night with Major had been a one time thing. Hell she barely remembered the act, only that it felt ever so good. That thought was quickly interrupted he is finally begun to pull himself out of her, only to push his member right back in. Each thrust illicited a new moan from the girl as she let the man plow her body. Natalie was so inexperienced yet seemed to be enjoying it for such a good time." I. It does. It feels perfect." She blushed and moaned once again. She wasn't lying either. It felt pretty good. Carl was very much in control of himself after Natalie's pretty mouth had drained his balls. He kept up the slow and steady thrusting, guessing her body would start to respond." If we needed groomers I'm sure we could hire a couple of girls to wash and clip and generally pamper people's dogs. I was thinking of a more specialized service, set up in the rear of the shop. Unfettered dogs like Major need an outlet for their natural urges. You saw how my dog enjoyed himself both with his tongue and his cock, and you enjoyed yourself every bit as much. You love cock Natalie, you love to be fucked. And you're special, you like dogs cocks too." As he spoke he thrust his cock in and out of her, and he could see and feel her body responding. "People would pay very well to have their dogs catered for, and the dogs would love it and this hungry pussy would get as much doggy cock as it needed. There's accommodation above the shop so you could live and study without all the hassle of roommates.". The steady rhythmic fucking went on. "If you wore a mask we could film you and the dogs, there's a huge market for that sort of video." Carl leaned forward and tweaked her nipples playfully. "And you and I would be able to fuck as often as we liked "Carl pulled out, and his cock slapped wetly against his belly. "Imagine having your pussy lapped like this," he bent and licked her dripping pussy, "by doggys like Major." He stood up again and slid himself into her, "And having big doggy cocks fucking you like this," He began fucking her, faster this time. Natalie listened to him as he pounded in and out of her dripping wet hole. He seemed to really be putting thought between this business venture that he came up with mid-sex. If he hired groomers at least the dogs would be fresh and clean with their nails recently trimmed so they wouldn't be scratching her up." But... But what about my job? I have to go to work." She said as another moan tried to interrupt her. The idea of the living above the shop without people disturbing her was pretty nice. Still the whole idea was a tad bit nerve wracking, especially the videos. "I don't know... What if someone figures out it's me?" She asked him. His demonstration of a dog licking her wet cunt then suddenly filling her for a faster fuck immediately forced louder moaned to erupt from her lips, her hands gripping onto the edge of the table as her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. He was thoroughly enjoying just fucking her slowly, no thought of his cumming, just the sweet ecstasy of having his cock slide in and out of her tight, clenching heat. Well, she'd not said a definite yes to his suggestions, but she hadn't said no either. He had other ideas of course, but those should perhaps wait until they'd got the doggy shop running. He didn't want to risk frightening her off." Your job? Keep doing that until we've got a steady clientele. Do both if it suits you, but I think the dog owners will pay well enough that you can stop hauling huge sacks of dog food around pretty soon." He stopped talking as he saw her grip the edge of the table. The fucking was getting to her. He loved the way her breasts moved as he humped at her. "Would you like some of Major's cock about now? This time you might cum from his fucking. Maybe you could cum together"She didn't answer right away, so he added, "Nobody would recognize you with a mask on. If nothing else it might be fun to watch yourself being fucked.in real doggy style. And who do you know would ever dream of sweet little Natalie being mounted by a Great Dane. Carl could certainly imagine it. One of the partners at the law practice had a Great Dane. The size of a small horse and doubtless hung like one. What a sight that would be. There was no doubt that things were heating up now. Natalie was enjoying herself as he plunged himself in and out of her wet hole. She gasped with pleasure, each stroke of his thrusts soliciting that cry. Perhaps the wait for him to get her home with him had been worth it. He had her melting in his hands He did have a point when it came to her job and the potential day care. The pet owners would pay well for their dogs to be well cared for. That much she had seen plenty of working in the shop selling some incredibly expensive items for the pets. It was something worth at least a second thought from Natalie." Wo.would he even want that?" She asked him as be asked her if she wished to take Major again. While she didn't want to quite to admit she really had enjoyed the dog she couldn't deny that she had indeed enjoyed the time she had with Major last night even if she hadn't really remembered it much. Suddenly her mind was taken to something else he said. "A great Dane? But those are huge!" She said in shock, not even sure she could take something so large. "Oh, Jasper's huge alright, in all aspects," Carl told her, trying to picture the huge animal mounting petite Natalie. "As for Major wanting to enjoy you again? Why don't we let him decide?" Carl whistled and called out, "Here boy, here Major.'' Right away there was the clicking of claws on the hardwood floor of the passageway and Major breezed into the room, his tail wagging furiously. "How would you like to fuck this lady again?" Carl asked. Obviously the dog had no idea what the words meant, but he came over and sniffed at Natalie's leg. His tail seemingly wagging harder still. It was with great reluctance that he pulled his cock out of her and said. "First I think we need to take one little precaution, I'll be right back." Carl left the room with his big erection leading the way. He returned with a butt plug and a bottle of lubricant. I don't suppose you're ready to have Major enter you by the back door." He didn't wait for a reply but put a generous amount of lube on the plug and trickled some onto her anus. "Just relax now." It took a lot of persuasion for her sphincter to let the plug into her even though he'd chosen the smallest. Finally, it popped in. He was surprised at her lack of protest but her squirming has amused him and doing this to her had ensured he kept his erection." Let me help you down. Now, would you like to do it doggy fashion on the floor or maybe lie back on the sofa and let Major fuck you face to face." Major had perhaps sensed what might be about to happen, he was whining urgently. Natalie was hardly even thinking at this point. All she could say was that she felt eager to see the dog as he padded his way into the room. Sure he didn't know what was going to happen just yet but then again neither did she. Still she patted the dog as best she could as he approached." Precautions? What do you mean?" She said though it was too late to get an answer. Instead, she'd find out as he returned with the plug and lubricant. Natalie might be fairly innocent, but she recognized those items quite well, her face flashing bright red. The plug itself looked small, yet she still wasn't sure it was even going to fit within her. "I. I don't want him in my ass, but I'm not sure if that would fit either." She said as she looked at the glistening plug as he leveled it against her tight little rosebud. Taking a deep breath she allowed him to try to fill her ass. Slowly the plug worked it's way inside until the base finally rested against her body. The entire time she squirmed and blushed, clearly not having any experience with anything in her ass. Natalie was learning a lot these last few days. With his help she finally got back up off the table. "I... I think I want to see him." She said as she let him help her to the sofa to lay down. She knew Major would be on her in mere moments once Carl released him to enjoy her. The hound would be eager to enjoy her, that much was for sure. Softly Natalie called for him, not even understanding why she did so. She was soon sprawled on the sofa, apparently ready for Major. She spread her legs wide and Carl found himself feeling pangs of jealousy. His urges were returning, and he was tempted to send the dog away and kneel in front of her and slide his own cock into her. Dammit! He wanted her with a sudden intensity. But it was, at that moment, more urgent to make use of her willingness to accept Major. If his idea to have her become a human bitch was to succeed she had to become addicted, not just to cock but willing and happy to receive dog cock. So far she'd behaved perfectly. Major chose that moment to make the decision for all three of them, he moved between Natalie's legs and pressed his nose into her pussy. It had opened as her thighs had spread and was now a glistening target for the big dog. The dark pinks of her open cunt matched the glorious color of Major's cock which was out of its sheath. His knot was beginning to swell and Carl realized that Natalie's fucking this time was going to a sight to watch. Below her pussy was the black disc of the butt plug. With that plug filling her ass she would be getting much more stimulation. Major seemed to know about foreplay and seemed happy to lick and sample her nectar. The scene was driving Carl's emotions higher and higher. He longed to stroke his cock. Up went Major's paws onto the sofa bringing the pointed end of his cock just a couple of inches from her gaping pussy. Carl stepped forward and patted Major's head. "Good boy, Major, now fuck your pretty bitch, fuck her like she's a bitch in heat." Carl's cock was like an iron bar and felt almost as heavy. Both he and Major were leaking precut. Would she be prepared for him fucking her after the dog had finished? He didn't plan on asking! Major moved forward .and the pointed end of his cock entered her and the doggy fucking began. A new position for Natalie. There was a slight nervousness from Natalie as Major approached, however she did not move or try to escape the large dog. Rather she watched him approach, soft moans escaping from her lips as he licked her sopping wet cunt. She blushed as the dog brought her that delicious pleasure. But it wouldn't be long until he was mounting her once more.Indeed, it wasn't long as before she knew it Major had popped his large paws up onto the couch, his member just inches away from her hole, and threatening to push inside her. This time her mind was fully aware of what was happening, unlike last night. She knew she was about to get filled with a dog's cock and was even allowing it! Natalie took a deep breath as Major pushed himself inside her. Immediately he was already beginning to pound her body just like Carl told him, like a bitch on heat. The young woman moaned loudly as they dog pushed himself entirely inside her, the plug firmly situated in her ass making things feel all the tighter. Oh, how good it felt! She nearly couldn't believe it. Her hands gripped the couch while Major was given the opportunity to fuck her as hard as he wanted. Carl watched in disbelief as the big dog fucked this petite girl. She was obviously enjoying what was happening to her, Major was just doing what came naturally. And Carl? Carl was wondering if a man could cum from just watching a bestial fucking. Surely there was nothing really wrong with what was happening. The three of them were enjoying themselves and no one was being hurt. Her pose was utterly shameless. Legs spread so wide as if to invite Major’s cock. Her bare breasts moving in all directions as she absorbed the dog’s urgent thrusting. She’d stopped any pretence of shame or resistance. Both girl and dog were fucking. Major was humping his bitch with only one objective - getting himself off. Carl’s cock was dripping precut steadily now, each drip slowed in its fall by the gossamer strand it trailed. He longed to fuck her, ached for it. He silently begged Major to get finished. Furthermore, he knew just what he was going to do once he’d fucked her. Dog and bitch were getting close, both breathing hard and loud, Major whining, Natalie moaning. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, her hands gripping the sofa, knuckles white. Her hips bucked as she tried to meet the doggy thrusts. Major’s knot was swollen but as yet the dog hadn’t tried to get it into her yet. How would she react to that invading her tight little cunt? Time was an illusion to Natalie at this point. She had no idea how long Major had been going or how long he would go. All she knew was his cock filling her body was amazing. She gasped and moaned in pleasure as the hound pounded her body full of his bestial cock, reaching depths she didn't even realize she had. Her body was burning with desire, begging for more, begging for his cum to douse the flames. She hadn't realized yet that his knot was beginning to swell until it started pushing against her hole. Her face went much redder now as she realized the dog would soon be tying her and leaving her unable to escape. Each thrust he was beginning to get it inside only for it to pop back out, not yet large enough to be stuck inside her. Of course that only brought even more pleasure as it pressed against the plug in her ass through her body. Each thrust of Major's was bringing her to greater and greater heights, her moans getting louder as soon the beast could no longer pull out. His knot had swollen too much and plugged her tight cunt. Major though was still desperately trying to fuck her more and more even if he could hardly pull himself out anymore. This was the second fucking of Natalie by Major and Carl thought it is the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. The dog was staring into some far distant place over Natalie's left shoulder, but his haunches were slamming urgently back and forth, driving his cock into her pussy like a piston. Would he, could he get his knot into her as well? Carl's hand was on his cock now, stroking it very gently, not wanting to come but needing to comfort its hot hardness. He was so aroused that he could barely resist hauling the dog off her and getting into her himself. Then the knot was in her, unbelievable. Her young cunt had accepted the curious swelling as if she were really a bitch. Natalie's moans were louder now and her orgasm was obviously getting close. She glistened with sweat and her breathing was now a loud gasping. They truly were two animals loving what they were doing and what was being done to them. . Major started whining as his orgasm approached. Nearly there, he fucked harder and faster, his thrusting being limited by his knot being captive in Natalie's pussy. Carl felt the beginnings of his own climax and hastily took his hand off his cock. He mustn't cum, not yet. Major came. Natalie could hardly believe just how good it felt. The pleasure had easily overwhelmed her senses, reducing her to a moaning mess as Major finally knotted inside her. Each outward stroke tugged against her plugged hole, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. The pleasure was climbing, before long she knew she'd be hitting her climax. She soon cried out as the pleasure hit levels she didn't think was imaginable. Her hips bucked involuntarily as she tried to hold back, soon failing as she gripped onto the couch. One last scream of pleasure escaped her lips as her climax shook her body. Her juices spilled but thanks to Major's knot they were kept plugged with her body as he filled her with his own seed. She moaned loudly feeling the heat spreading within her, mixing with hers. What a sight to behold. How was it possible? As quickly and easily as this, he'd found the perfect partner. His Natalie was doing the unthinkable, and it seemed more than likely she'd engage in any, maybe all, of his wildest sexual fantasies. She was going wild as Major strove to gain release inside her. No sign of resistance, all he saw was an eagerness to take all that the frantically fucking dog could give her. There was a primal beauty about the scene. Her widespread legs welcoming Major's cock between them, her heavy breasts with their jutting, engorged nipples jiggling as she bucked against the dogs rutting. Her face was a picture of joy and lust. Yes, she was the perfect bitch for his Doggy Daycare scheme. Then it happened, she came and Major came with almost perfect timing. The dog discharged his load of cum into her just as her convulsions began. One, two, three huge thrusts from Major as his body emptied gushes of doggy cum into the young girl's pussy then a succession of aftershocks as he sought reflexively to continue even after he was spent. And Natalie answered him with a hip-bucking urgency of her own. Then the calm after the storm as the three of them relaxed in their very different ways. Major stayed inside her panting and tail wagging until his knot subsided and he could withdraw. Natalie, seemingly utterly exhausted, her lovely chest heaving as she fought for air. On her face the sweetest of smiles, the look of a satisfied girl. Satisfied? After a taboo coupling like the one she'd just had? Yes she looked just that way, She'd obviously loved it. Carl of course was not satisfied but knew he would be, soon. He longed to fuck her himself, his charged balls needed emptying, his aching, swollen cock needed to be in her and in her soon. Twenty minutes later they were in the park. They were going to fuck in a public place, on a bench. He'd long dreamed of doing this, and now he had someone to do it with. He'd overcome her reluctance and now, pantyless and braless, in just her blouse and little skirt she was beside him. She'd be leaking doggy cum he knew, her thighs slick with it and if he knew his Natalie, still in need of more cock. He wore loose jogging pants and no underwear, his erect cock lying against his stomach, ready, ready to fuck Natalie's abused cunt. Ahead was the bench. There were few people about, but they'd have to pick their moment. . Natalie rested as long as he allowed her, letting her body relax after the surprisingly passionate coupling she had just been a part of. All the while her tightest hole was still filled with the butt plug. That plug of course would likely not be removed for quite a while. Natalie would simply be stuck with the toy for the time being. It took a bit of convincing to get Natalie to even leave the house in her current state. No bra, no panties and the butt plug still firmly lodged in her ass. Even as he explained what he wanted to do she was nervous. Have sex in public? But wasn't that illegal? Well yes but if you don't get caught where's the harm? What if someone she knew saw her? All the more reason not to get caught then. Finally, despite her reluctance she agreed to go with him. As they made their way to the park bench she sat down next to him nervously. "Are you sure we should really be doing this?" She asked him as she knew they could get into a lot of trouble. There weren't a lot of people, but the risk was still there. She was reluctant at first but, as he’d hoped, Natalie eventually went along with the idea. She really was turning into the perfect slut. Furthermore, she wore no underwear and Carl kept his hard-on as a result. The fact the butt plug was still in her ass was an added turn on for him. God but he was long overdue an orgasm! He wondered how it must feel having that big thing inside her as she walked beside him. Being pantyless must feel strange, especially with the short skirt.“Of course we shouldn’t be doing it,” he chuckled, “but I need very badly to fuck you Natalie and doing it this way might be a new experience for you,” It would be new for him too and the idea was thrilling. “I want you to stand in front of me with your back to me. Then, when we’re sure there’s no one to see us, sit on my lap with my cock inside you.” Carl pushed down the front of his sweatpants freeing his cock. Reaching under her skirt he slid his hand between her thighs. She was sticky slippery of course, Major had filled her and she was still losing the cum. He glanced left and right, no one near, he reached up and grabbed her hips. "But what if we get caught? What if someone sees us?" She asked worriedly. She did have a point there. They wouldn be in a lot of trouble if they got caught. Still she didn't outright say no. After all they were already here, and the way he talked about it made it seem like there was no saying no to him. Natalie relented and nodded to his instructions. At least with his plan it would just look like she was sitting on his lap, although it would be an odd sight to see a college student sitting on a grown man's lap. Her face quickly turned red as he reached between her thighs. There were still a few people around. People could see her. It felt so wrong... which made it seem even better. Finally, those nearby began to step away, the crowds of the park thinning out and leaving the pair alone for the time being. Taking a deep breath she felt his hands move up to her hips. He was guiding her once more so that he could get inside her quickly and easily. Moving onto his lap Natalie let out a soft moan, feeling his member push inside her body. It felt pretty good so far, but she couldn't shake the risk of them getting caught. Oh, God!! How wonderful it felt as she slid down his cock until her thighs rested on his. He was all the way into her, as far as he could get in this position. She was so hot inside! He felt the walls of her pussy contracting and rippling around his erection. Right then he didn't care if they did get caught, but he said to her, "There's no law against a girl sitting on a man's lap, just don't jump off and leave my cock sticking up for the world to see." In this position she would have to do the fucking, and he slid his hands under her ass to urge her up and down. How must she feel? He wondered with the plug in her little ass and his big cock up inside her. Cumming would be easy for him, too easy, but he had little control on how fast she bobbed up and down. Natalie whimpered as she made it entirely down his member. It felt so good but it was so risky. Someone could see them at any time. Knowing that she stayed there a moment, not yet daring to lift herself until the coast was clear. Feeling his hands urging her to move she finally did so, her heart racing as she feared getting caught. She did her best to stifle her moans as she moved. It felt so good yet so wrong knowing they were in public. The plug in her ass making things even tighter for the both of them. If she didn't know better she would have thought he was even bigger than he had been before. Slowly Natalie settled into a slow rhythm rising and falling on his shaft while doing her best to keep an eye out for people. Carl sensed her nervousness. He supposed if they were caught there could be serious consequences. But there seemed few people about and those he could see were too far away to notice what he and Natalie were doing. But it was exciting to be having sex in the open air and in a public pace. Despite her reluctance Natalie was obviously enjoying his cock and was moving herself up and down it slowly. Carl worries that he'll cum too soon but if she maintains the slow fucking he might be able to hold back. He slips his hands up and around under her blouse and cups her breasts. Her nipples are hard and proud, a sure sign she's aroused. He squeezes her breasts, so big and firm. Carl finds himself squirming on the bench needing to move his cock inside her needing to take over the fucking. She breathed deeply as she tried to calm herself. Sure the whole thing was arousing, but if they were to get caught they'd be in for a terrible time. Still there weren't many people around, so Natalie allowed herself to continue. Her pace was slowly starting to quicken, the pleasure taking over her young mind. It felt good, too good. She moaned out, trying to keep her voice down though it was difficult. Why did it have to be so good? Her face was bright red with a blush as he began to squirm under her, his hands still groping her breasts. She could tell he wanted to do more than let her control, to turn her over and screw her like there was no tomorrow. In their current position however he wouldn't be getting that wish. Natalie was firmly in control as she rode his cock, her hips coming down harder with each stroke. Sat on a bench, in a public park with a beautiful girl sat on his lap would have been thrill enough. But his cock was out of the front of his jogging pants and Natalie was wearing no panties and Carl's cock was deep up inside her. They were fucking and it felt marvelous. He'd been cruelly horny since before leaving the house, now he was close to cumming, very close. Natalie was moaning and Carl realized her desire was overcoming her reluctance to behave in this outrageous manner. But Natalie was undergoing a transformation, not twenty minutes ago she was being fucked by Carl's dog Major. Twenty-four hours before that, Carl was certain she'd never thought of being dog fucked, maybe she'd even been a virgin. 'Baby, look at you now,' he thought. Up and down she went, making his cock fuck her. Up, off his thighs, pulling him out of her until just his cock head was in her, then settling down, her sweet young cunt so tight, so hot, was sliding down his cock, burying it deeper and deeper inside her until he was buried again with her ass firmly in his lap, he could even feel the hard flange of the butt plug. He took her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, pinching and rolling them, loving their rubbery hardness. How hard could he pinch them before she squealed? He pinched harder than dropped his right hand and pulled up her skirt, baring her thighs for the world to see. Then, with his left he sought her clit. So erect and firm it was easy to find. He began teasing it with the tip of his finger. It was a struggle for Natalie not to moan out as she bounced on his cock. She couldn't let herself get loud. She couldn't let others know what was happening... But it felt so good. Try as she might her voice was steadily climbing in volume as things got better and better. She struggled not to react as he pinched her nipples harder between his fingers. If she cried out someone would notice. They'd see his hand up her shirt, and it would be all over. She didn't realize he had something else in mind too. There was a sudden gasp from the young woman as she noticed him lifting her skirt. Anyone could see just what he was doing, they could see her pussy, his cock buried deep inside. "N.no! Don't do that!" She tried to protest. If someone even glanced in her direction they'd know immediately what was going on. Natalie stopped moving for a moment, she tried to pull her skirt down once more to hide what he was doing. It felt so good yet so wrong at the same time. She couldn't help but moan, but she couldn't let others see her like this! No not like this! Oh, Natalie," Carl said with a chuckle, "Look around you, there's no one about, no one to see your pretty cunt. If anyone comes we'll stop, just enjoy the moment." There was no way he could stop now. He carried on teasing her clit with the tip of his finger and trying to thrust up into her in an attempt to encourage her to move up and down some more. He was so close to cumming and longed now to gain release before someone did appear and force them to stop. He slid his free hand back up under her blouse and found her nipple and began pinching it in time with his clit teasing. Her pussy muscles were rippling around his cock, how good it felt. Then, before he realized it he was over the edge and spurting his cum into her. He clung to her, moaning as he emptied himself. Anxious that she cum too, he sped up his teasing of her clit. He cupped her breast and pulled her close against him, “Cum Natalie,” he begged her. His own spurts slowed and finally stopped, but he wanted her to share the joy of the moment.

Doggy Daycare (HarrytheCat & BRS)|rating:2.0

The Dreamer's Destruction IC

The Elmore an kingdom was once a calm place, the people prospered and there was little crime. Then one day that changed forever when the prince was told that he was going to be put in a forced marriage for political reasons. Prince Paris had always a darker side to him that no one could decipher. He kept it hidden well and for a time it was controlled, but after he was told this, 'it' began to become unstable. Paris had never even seen his to be betrothed. Closer and closer to the marriage very, very strange things started to happen. Unexpectedly the King and Queen died, there was talk of doubt among the kingdom. Doubt over the new King. There was no public speaking in quite some time. The peculiar thing was that everyone knew at least something but was too afraid to speak out. A few new laws were passed, the prevention of emigration, a rise in taxes, and the death penalty. One morning hundreds of soldiers had put up these posters. They seemed possessed to some extent, they were still human but yet were rather apathetic. Questions were ignored, deviation was not tolerated in the slightest. The kingdom was now simply a tyranny over thousands." You will all get your money, but disobedience will be severely punished. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," those were the first words King Paris told his soldiers and guards. The guards and soldiers had seen more than others. They were controlled by fear of what they had seen and King Paris's behavior in general. His two closest guards had seen the most, they were tainted the most, they were no longer human. Just a shadow of their former self. They were the ones who guarded his room, more deadly than the King but only after they had seen what they had. It was like the more someone saw the more they changed. David and Goliath were their names, best friends, but they no longer spoke. When one would try to find their eyes inside their suits of armor they would see nothing, just feel a chill down their spine. As if they sucked part of your soul away just being in their presence. These two were always with King Paris in his castle, unless he requested so, or he was in his bedroom chambers, then they stood outside his door. The night they changed was the night they heard a noise, peeked in and saw something they shouldn't have. It was kept very hush, hush, but it was common knowledge among the guards that dark beings were now in the castle, everyone had the least seen something relating to it. A scratch on the wall, a blood stain, a black tail running around the corner. Someone said something to King Paris, that guard was never seen again. Not one of the soldiers or guards talked about the matter, even in private with each other after that happened. The wedding was today, coincidentally nothing odd happened then either. The wedding was very picturesque, the only thing out of place being David and Goliath standing by the entrance, head tall, yet emotionless. The King looked quite different that day, his blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin shone brightly. He looked rather angelic. But how he looked and what he was were two very different things. He felt his brides presence and without a word they had the wedding. If one was deaf it would seem rather beautiful. But it was very fake, forced.Afterward they went back to the castle, both traveling separately as his father and mother had requested. They sat in a comfortable cozy room with a fire lit. It was rather warm, they both sat on the same couch facing a table and the fire. David and Goliath stood by the door. Paris stayed quiet. He wanted to know more about his now Queen but everything was so forced so far that he just decided he'd let her tell him if she wanted. He would answer anything she asked, but only because she was now his Queen. She was his, but he was not hers, not yet. A servant brought them both wine, after he had a bottle he seemed more in the mood to talk." Would you rather my guards left?" He asked her, just being polite because she probably felt awkward. The wine would comfort her though and Paris was now rather interested in her and what she had to say.(from the Kingdom of Aden, an infested wasteland of cultivation gone wrong, Lela had been brought up on the good side of the tracks you could say. It was not hard to see she came from the King and Queen of the desolate land, but one could also see she had a style of class all of her own. A soft and gentle spoken woman whom which never fussed about or complained about anything. Willing to help a friend or an enemy in their time of need, she never crossed the path of someone that would do harm to her. But, she did have one thing about her that seemed to irk that of the King, she was too submitting. She allowed things to happen, and she would just shrug her shoulders, allowing it to pass through her as if nothing phased her senses. Even when she was told she would be forced to marry, she accepted her fate with a gracious nod, and told her father, thank you. She did not believe she was being submitting, she was simply, being her. A take it as it happens type of person. With her love of nature, books, and anything Oriental, she was the odd boat out, yet it bothered her none. On the day of her wedding, she dressed in a soft flowing white dress, her hair down in spiraling curls with a train for the dress a mile long. The palace looked beautiful and she saw her handsome groom. He looked alright, she thought, then again, so does the praying mantis, and it can kill you within an instant if its mouth was big enough to nibble on you. Their wedding went on without a hitch, and she sighed with glory for her family. The Elmore an army was not one to reckon with and while her family could and would defend themselves, a peace treaty and alliance would make both their lands full and prosperous. That is, if the bad luck that had befallen onto the Elmore an Kingdom, did not extend to her lands. Yet, she was not worried, if it was to be, it would be. What she had to worry about, was what was in front of her. Two of the largest men she had ever seen. Could you call them men? They were mere statues at every corner the King turned. But he was willing to tell them to leave, if she wished it. Did she? They obviously were there for someone's protection. His? Or those that which crossed his path? Looking up into his eyes, she found conflict and tragedy. A softness opened in her heart and she had to regain control before she put him in the category of "broken wing" which mean she would have to, no matter what, help him get better. He could not be in that category, he was her husband now. Smiling a little half smile, she nodded. "Yes, please, if you would not mind. Maybe it would allow us a bit of privacy, and we could talk about ourselves with one another without having to worry about ears and drama coming our way." She had to admit, she was nervous, afraid of him rejecting her, and then she was afraid she would not be happy with him. However, he did seem to care about her feelings, for he would not have asked if she wanted the guards to go.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Paris nodded to his guards, they both then waited exactly two seconds, as if awaiting a second approval before trudging off at the exact same time, armor clinking. The mood in the room seemed to change albeit slightly. It seemed to brighten just barely, Paris felt less drained, less cold. The pain in his chest eased a little, even more so when he took a big gulp from his wine glass. Paris was getting rather drunk and quite fast, he knew this and welcomed it. His arm rested on the couch just above Lela's shoulder, he was about to bring it down to rest on her only he noticed something was wrong and took it away, putting it back by his side again." Mmm, if you will excuse me for one moment. Please help yourself to more wine." Paris told her as he got up out of his seat. He would have at least tried to smile, but it was not in his character, especially when he saw something peculiar. After he left the room he stormed down to the downstairs bathroom. This castle was gigantic, some bedrooms had not been slept in years." What seems to be the matter King Paris?" One of the newer waitresses asked him, clearly seeing anguish in his eyes."SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Paris screamed in reply, it echoed throughout the castle. The waitress almost dropped the food she was bringing to Lela. Paris through open the bathroom door, he took a good look at himself in the mirror. His heart beat calmed, everything was normal. He gave a small sigh of relief. He removed his white glove from his left hand, that was when he saw something. A large black dot on the palm of his hand. He brought his hand up to the mirror, in its reflection it wasn't there yet when he looked at it with his own eyes it was. Frantically he washed it off with soap. Gradually it disappeared, it was if it was just charcoal that got smudged onto him. He went to leave taking one quick glance at the mirror again before leaving. His head turned once again. The black dot was in the mirror but not when he looked straight at it. This infuriated him, Paris struck the mirror with all his might, shattering it, his knuckles bled from the impact. Gritting his teeth in pain he washed the blood away, removing his glove and then putting it back on again. But it stained the white rather obviously so he put his hand in his pocket and made his way back." Sorry about that," he said to Lela as he went to sit in his previous spot. He thought about lying about what happened, but that was not in his style. He was more into not saying anything or giving information that wasn't a lie but rather a half-truth in the sense that it was misleading to what actually happened." I had to use the bathroom," he told her as he pressed down on his lips. Paris was rather neutral now, he wasn't in a good mood like before nor was he angry. He returned to his normal self, only that he didn't want her to feel uneasy. He wanted her to be comfortable." Tell me about yourself and if you must ask something about me then ask it," Paris said, it was a rather peculiar thing to say. As if he didn't want to talk about himself. What his mouth said was rather uninviting, but his body was quite different. He had turned to face her, looking at her up and down before returning to her eyes. Getting lost in them for just a tiny moment, he snapped out of it and then cleared his throat. More food finally arrived, but it was all for Lela. Yet it could have fed an entire family. Lela sat there, trying to relax. It was quite an awkward situation, being forced to marry someone you didn't even know. However, he seemed genuinely nice. He had offered some solace to them by making the guards take leave. They scared her, no, they made her feel frigidly tiny and as if she were a speck of dirt waiting to be swept up by them. His arm was about to come about her, making it feel as if they were best friends since they were young. But then he hesitated, got an odd look in his eye and he vanished. Her reaction was one of concern. She did not even think to just sit there. Getting up, she rushed out toward the door, only for the two guards to come back in." Take your seat madam Queen, King Paris will be back shortly." The man underneath the clanking armor demanded with a hollow voice that seemed to drip with hatred. Backing away immediately, she sat back down. Her thoughts rampantly increasing with worry, fear, and a bit of sickness. Her now husband, rushes out of the room, and she is not allowed to follow. Why? Had she done something silly? Of course, she had not ever been around men, her father had made it so she was away in the castle at all times and no one but her mother and serving maid was allowed around her. Was she horrid? Did she do something wrong? So many questions bounced about in her brain, she felt dizzy. The young lady that entered the room looked bewildered and frightened herself. "Are you alright miss?" Lela asked, reaching out for the tray. The lady barely nodded and rushed out of the room. How odd! Without thinking of waiting for Paris, she grabbed her tea. She needed something other than wine, so that she may be able to have a sturdy head about her. He finally came back, his attitude was different, she could read it all over his face. But she didn't dare say anything, she could tell he was about to say something. And of course, it would be a demand and then a half-hearted attempt to make it sound like he wasn't. She smiled softly. Instead of answering his question, she turned to him, looked him in the eyes. They were not the same as before. Before there was a giddiness, a happiness. Sort of like when you are five years old, going to school for the first time, and you meet a new friend, type of happiness. Now, they were bleak, dark, and sinister. He did offer that she may ask him anything. With that, Lela took the opportunity to ask: "Is everything alright?" Paris stayed still for a moment. His eyes wandered from hers back to the fire. He was taking rather long to reply, trying to think of something to say that wasn't a direct lie to her face. He took his hand out from his pocket and removed the white stained glove. He showed her, then he clenched his fist, hard. The veins on his forearm popped. The cut was clearly on his knuckles." I cut my hand...on glass, no more questions about me unless you have the audacity to ask." His hand then went in his pocket. That was the best he could come up with. It would do, just barely. Of course, she knew there was more to it than that. For a moment it seemed like he was about to talk, he stuttered but then was confident in his choice of words, "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." He then returned his gaze to her. Her worrying demeanor over him made him feel warm and fuzzy. His expression changed, he blushed but then shuddered for just a second. It annoyed him that she had got to him like that. It was time to play a game, Lela seemed like a person who enjoyed games. He felt spiteful for how she made him feel, it made him feel weak." Are you an obedient girl Lela? How much so? How far would you go? Would you like to be my little pet or do you feel you deserve to sleep in the same bed as me?" He said smiling menacingly, in his element he was." Let me help you Lela, I'll get your pretty little head around this no bother," his hand motioning towards the chess board on the table." You." He said pointing to the pawn." Me." He said pointing towards the King. He then took the Queen and threw it in the fire. His eyes meeting hers again. He moved much closer in towards her, his hand glazing over her knee, then her hair, then lightly his finger skimmed the tip of her nose." My little petal, you're mine, I'm not yours. The Kingdom of Aden is not aware of many things, but I'll be sure to let you know before the time comes." Paris and the two guards gave a big hearty, evil laugh. His sharp words gave Lela pause. Blinking, she looked ready to cry. "I. I am sorry if I have made you upset." She said quietly, sitting back only for him to give her such an odd statement. See no evil? Hear no evil? Speak no evil? When had she done any of those things? Complexed about the situation, she sat back and began to eat a small bite of a chopped up banana. It was perfect, and she smiled before he got up and turned cold dead eyes to her. Her smile froze in place, only to be replaced by a frown. His moods sure did seem to change rather quickly. She wondered if he was just tired or maybe the forced marriage has finally sunk in, and he's not happy about it. Looking upon the game board, she noticed the original set of chess pieces, but what did that have to do with anything? And why would he be asking if she wanted to be a pet? She was a human not a dog or a cat. "W..." She was cut off by the guards walking into the room. Had she done something? Was there something she should be aware of, that he had not told her? Looking down, she noticed he pointed toward the pawn. It was the one piece in the game that was sacrificed for the glory of the game in the end. He need not throw the Queen piece into the fire, but as he did, she dreaded what would happen next. She shrieked and looked at him with wide petrified eyes as he came closer. Shrinking back into the couch, she met his eyes, afraid of his touch. The touch was cool and as he tapped her on the nose, she flinched. At least he did not slap her or hurt her. Yet! She thought in a frantic notion of being set around here, as if she were nothing more than that chess piece. "There is no reason to be mean. A simple, I do not wish to talk about myself, would have sufficed." Her breathing was quick, she surrendered to the idea it was out of fear. She had never met someone that would do her harm, but he just might. Just might indeed. "I do not understand why the sudden change in you. I mean to cause you no trouble." She gulped and looked at him, his eyes were so close to hers, there was no soul in them. It was true, the eyes were the souls' keeper. Where was his? Paris was unnerved, most people just shut up and cowered in fear. This girl was very vocal. Her words made him rethink his actions and he didn't like that one bit. She was making him feel bad, and he couldn't look at her as easily anymore. He paced around the room a few times then he towered over her." Don't question me!" His hand went up to her throat, choking her for a couple of seconds. He then slapped her hard across the cheek, sending her to the ground. As she fell to the ground he firmly stood on her hand, "you mean to cause me no trouble, yet you cause me so much." Finally, he walked towards the guards." Strip her of all her clothes, let her sleep here but if she is too troublesome then bring her to the torture room, have him put her in the tall cage where she can only stand and nothing else." His next words were whispered, "keep the fire lit, if she must use the bathroom during the night then let her use one of the upstairs ones, accompany her." Paris went back to the couch for just a moment. He put his hand to his forehead then dragged it down his face. Making his way over to the hurt Lela, picking her up, and forcefully he sat her down on his lap. He massaged her head and back. He didn't know how to comfort someone, but this was his attempt to. He was too stubborn to apologize. He began to really wonder about what he said. Maybe she could sleep in a proper bed tonight, not his but the one beside his at least." Be good, because you're the only good thing in this kingdom. I change everyone but I haven't sensed it in you yet. Keep it that way." It left a bad taste in his mouth, as if he had to balance it out he then spoke again." I plan to invade the Aden kingdom quite soon. If they resist, I will spare none," Paris then held her arms down with her still seated atop his lap, making sure that she wouldn't hit him, but if she did then he would go through with everything he said, and maybe worse. Staying seated, Lela didn't dare move. The idea of moving and he's getting even more angry, was not Lela's idea of a good thing. He sprung up and started pacing which frightened the depths of her even more. What was he thinking? Why was he so angry? So lost in her thoughts, he came up to her and towered over her. Trying to cower down away from him, did not help. She was stuck on the couch." Oh!" She gasped and made a little gagging sound as his strong hand came about her throat. Her eyes wide with fear looks at him. "p.pl..." His hand moved, and then it came across her face. Crying out in pain, she lay upon the floor, her cheek throbbing and tears pouring out of her face. The ring he had given her, a bit into her finger as the pressure of his foot pound her hand into the ground. If he stood anymore firmly, he would break her hand. Lela's cries were sobs of pain, but she did not fight. She had seen a maid once beaten for being a bad girl. Her daddy had beat the tar out of her. Then the pressure was gone. Quickly snatching her hand to her body, she lay on the floor, not daring to move. Anger, he was already that. Raging mad might come next and that was not something she wanted to visit with him on this night. Strip her? STRIP HER? Oh, no. No. Her mind screamed over and over. She was ... well she had never been seen in front of anyone else naked. Before she could protest out loud he was back near her on the couch and she flinched. And then she was in his arms, forced to look at him. The brought massaging strokes, seemed to only make things worse. It made her feel as if he was going to try and do something worse in the next moment. Her face, still throbbing would sport a nice hand print bruise, she was sure. Her pulsating hand already had a bruise popping up. The ring finger was already swollen, and the ring was cutting off circulation to her finger. Her tears barely stopped enough for her to hear what he said. "No you mustn't. We have a peace treaty with you!" She stared at him with naivety written all over her. Fighting was not her style, she didn't make a move to hit him, but she turned to get a better look at his face. "You signed those contracts and our marriage sealed them. Why . Why wouldn't you want to harm the people of Aden? They've done nothing to you." She guesses she did have the audacity to ask him questions after all. His cock grew extremely hard in his pants as she begged him, she could probably feel that as she sat on him. Such innocence and obliviousness to what he was now. Paris was stubborn, it was hard to reason with him. Gently he let go of her arms, presuming that if she was going to get physical she would have done so already. This girl had perked his interest. A bit too much for his liking. It was not just a sexual interest. He tried to get his head around it but couldn't. He had been nice to this girl, or at least nice for him. If he was merciful then that person would be lucky but yet he treated Lela different." I take what I want," he said simply. His eyes settling on her now swollen finger. He picked up her hand and embraced it soothingly in his. Pushing lightly then down on the redness. Then a little harder, a little harder again. She had a rather high tolerance for putting up with things, he liked to push it...there was no limit for her or that is how it seemed to him thus far. The only limit being how bad she made him feel. But she had pissed him off, his words were calm now but inside he didn't understand his feelings at all. He put her finger in his mouth and sucked on it, nibbled it lightly. His tongue swirled all over her slender finger then suddenly he brought his teeth down hard on the nail." You're bold, whether you mean to be or not. You will be punished for that, you need to learn." If she pushed him any further he would have to do something about him. She played him a little, just a little. His dick stayed rock hard in his pants, but he was not ready yet for that type of punishment. He had been trying to calm himself since the way he acted towards her earlier. He really wanted to, but he resisted, but it was not himself that resisted, it was something else. Lela kept her head down, demurely sitting there, in his lap. The prodding hardness kept teasing her, and she was tempted to move away in wonderment, to see what it was that kept growing. Yet, the feel of his undying rage had already bruised her physically, and mentally. She was to terrified to want to see his fury. Tears stained her sadden face as she looked at him with sorrow in her beautiful watery eyes. "Taking is easy, giving is hard." She whispered. That was something her mother had always told her. And something she lived by daily. Eyes closed in searing pain, she flinched as he brutally squeezed her finger. "Pl. Please stop." She coughed as the intensity rose with each press. She dared not move her hand away, although it was becoming unbearable. Yet, she would not jerk away from him, she felt it might give him satisfaction. "Ooh." She grimaced as he bit down her nail. "No." She finally tried to pull away from. He was cruel, but she still felt there may be some hope for him. Letting go of her arms, she had every right to hurt him, she did not. Violence was not her nature." I do not understand the reasoning behind your cruelty." Staring at the guards as the moved closer, she would rather not be by them or Paris. That cold dead stare he fixed her with, penetrated her and she whimpered again. The guards got closer and her look to Paris was horrified. "Please do not let them touch me, please." Lela held on to Paris, afraid he might actually follow through with his words he had just said moments before he had given her more punishment for unknown reasons to her. More demands, Paris thought as he raised his hand to backhand her. He wavered a little. But this wasn't him, slow realization appearing across his face. He hugged her, not wanting Lela to see the sad look in his eyes." Everything is okay now, they won't touch you," he whispered softly, embracing her for a rather long time in silence, just the crackling of the fire was to be heard. Everyone in this kingdom was tainted by him but her. He could not get his head around her innocence. He cocks yearned to fuck the hell out of her, but he didn't want to spoil who she was. It was hard to control this second beast of his, but he could manage just about.There were many beautiful maids in the castle that would do to satisfy his lust, some even had feelings for him of worry but stayed quiet out of fear. Almost all of them had pleased him in some way except a very few of the new ones. This girl Lela had never known fear. He couldn't spoil her, or at least he would try his best not too. If she was to be more 'aware' of things she would do it of her own accord. He would really try not to force it. He took the saddened look on his face off then carried her in his arms out of the room into the main one. It was fantastic, a pure black marble floor that felt very nice underneath the feet. In bare foot it even felt better. It was unheard of anywhere else. Paris had not seen it in any of the other kingdoms that were invaded and plundered. There was a tradition in the family to be ruthless and take what you want. Be fair but cruel, over time it seemed Paris was losing sight of the 'fairness'. He continued up the stairs along the banister, taking a left down a long hallway with red carpet. Not saying anything as he was too stubborn to apologize because to him that would ruin the character he portrayed on the outside. Paris brought her into the room, it had the same carpet, yet this room was very grand and extravagant. The bed was one would only see in mansions, tassels, many cushions, stupidly large. He placed her down there gently, without saying anything more he whispered something to his guards, and then he closed the door. Then Paris opened the double doors to the balcony with a key he had in his pocket. He stared out at the full moon, still rather tipsy from the wine. For a moment it seemed to blacken, but it was all in his head. Or was it? He laid his hands out on the stone balcony, looking downward it was a rather large drop. He didn't fully understand what type of person Lela was yet, but Paris was a man of caution. He didn't want to see Lela being punished any more today, and she would be if she tried to escape. He felt he had gone a bit far in hitting her. Slowly he walked out from the balcony, closed it, locked it, then gave his key to one of the guards. These two were quite useful, there was something wrong with them in that they never slept. So they were nearby 24/7. Paris undressed with his back facing Lela, feeling that if he faced her it would be rather unnerving. But as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he could feel her gaze on his muscular back. He stripped down to his boxers and then got into bed, he watched Lela silently, waiting for her to undress. His member poking upwards from the bedsheets in anticipation. Lela waited for the slap, it did not come. Instead, she found herself wrapped upon him in a hug, that seemed so sincere. Not use to him being so kind or gentle, she readied herself for the time he would snap at her. The soft crackling of the fire symbolized her popping emotions. From being awkward at the moment to being beaten to now being held in her husband’s arms, she was all over the place. Sighing, letting herself trust that he would not throw a punch at her, she held him to her, wondering about his mental state not for the first time tonight. Keeping silent, her amazement deepened as she felt the coolness in the room turn to a soft warmth that had not been there all night. It could only mean that the guards had been told somehow to leave them to themselves. Laughing as they rigidly moved upwards and then settling into a graceful stride, she smiled at him. “I’ve never been carried before.” She said innocently, not even thinking anything about what that might do to his libido. Lela took in each turn and each wall they moved about. The place in which she now lived was beautiful. It had such detail in each crevice, she could not help but start to fall in love with it. It seemed it took forever to reach their destination, but as they did, Lela stared wide-eyed. “Oh it’s beautiful.” She took in the bedroom with an enthusiasm she did not usually portray about just materialist items. But the room was gorgeous. Laying upon the plush bed, she could not help but think about her bedroom back in her home of Aden. It was nothing like this and had been so much harder. She never complained about it, and never would, it was after all her home. Then she corrected herself, no this was your home now. And inside she was a bit giddy with the though of such a large bed to be able to sprawl out and about on. Watching him, the guards left and she was thankful. It would be quite uncomfortable to sleep with them in the same room. A fear of them touching her, made her shiver as he stepped out onto the balcony. The thought of running never even entered her mind. He did not have to worry, the treaty was signed, and she would keep her end of the bargain. He was now her husband as she was his wife. She would be a good wife too, or so she hoped. Lela was about to say something, but he walked back in the room and turned her back to him. Blushing bright read, she stared, too shocked to move her eyes down. That was until he started taking off his pants. She stifled a little girl laugh and looked away. This was more than embarrassing for her. Not thinking, she turned to him as he got into bed. Her eyes were glued on his, not daring to look down, or wanting to be rude and looking at his body, although she was quite curious, even if it was chaste in thought. He seemed to be wanting her to do something and while she was wondering the same thing that she should be doing something, she was more worried about him seeing her completely naked. She got up from the bed and looked across the way, there was a bathroom. She made a beeline to the bathroom, closed the door and undressed. Furthermore, she had on a full length slip which covered her body, but you could see the outline of her curves and her hardened nipples. Furthermore, she sighed and felt so awkward. But this was her husband and her momma had told her about the wedding night. With a racing heart and a worry he wouldn’t like her, she opened the bathroom door, crossed her arms over her chest and got under the sheets. Paris had been hoping for something a bit more revealing. This was a big cock tease, it made him want her more. He liked the figure that he saw and part of him really wanted to dirty it, taint it. Turn her into something else. He was not a shy person in the slightest but rather he was unsure of what to do with this girl. He looked down from her eyes to her chest, with her arms crossed he didn't see anything. Paris bit his lower lip and frowned a little in frustration. He was starting to wonder whether she had been with a man like this. Probably not and that made him even more interested, in fact if she had it would disappoint him, ruin the image he had of her. Under the sheets his hand moved atop her thigh, and he pulled her leg over his, treading his finger nails lightly over her bum. He lost a little self-control for just that moment, restraining himself he stopped. A vein on his neck throbbed as he swallowed, it was very vulnerable and in plain sight. Paris kissed her softly on the lips and pulled her in close. His thumb caressed where he had hit her. Feeling like he deserved something back, he whispered very quietly, "bite me, hard," he almost regretted those words as they left his mouth. But as he usually did, he wouldn't change his mind once he had decided on something. He backed just a little away from her, offering his neck and closing his eyes. He hoped for severe pain and pleasure, but he wasn't sure if she would do it. He couldn't wait any longer, the wait made it even harder." Just do it," he said a bit louder this time. Lela thought she might, should have drunk a little bit more wine. But then, she probably should have run for the hills too at this point. Her nerves were jittery as she lay next to him, letting him see her body. Not that you could see much. A delicately shy person, Lela knew not what her timid response was doing to him, or how frustrated he was getting. As his hand grabbed hold her and pulled, she flinched ever so lightly and yelped in surprise. His sensual treading made her heart race faster and her breathing hitch within her throat. Was she supposed to be feeling like this? Like he was burning her alive with his touches? His mouth came down hers so softly, she was certain, she was right about him, he did have a good side to him. Kissing him back just as soft with inexperienced lips, she sighed quietly into their kiss. Blushing bright red, she stole a look at him, his eyes looked at her, but the vein in his neck popped and throbbed. She could see the pulsing motion, and she concentrated on that, hoping that would calm her down. That was until he touched her bruise and she grimaced. Blinking, she looked at him, afraid she misheard him. “B.bite you?” She asked, unsure if she should. He liked violence and as such, if she did, would he violently harm her? Watching his eyes closed, he meant it. His impatient “just do it” told her she better comply. Turning into him, facing him for the first time since they laid down, her arms dropped for her bosom and she laid a hand upon his chest. She watched the pulse and as it rose and then fell with his breathing, she put her mouth on that spot. It was as if she was kissing it, not that she knew how to kiss, but she would do as he requested of her. With a heavy heart and not sure if this was normal, she opened her mouth, baring her teeth and a bit down. It hurt, but he liked it, letting out a little gasp. It made him feel better for what he had done. She was not so ruthless as he but it was enough even if he wanted more. When his heart began to calm he sat up and spoke, "good...girl". She hadn't totally understood what he meant with his chess board example, and he could see that. He wouldn't explain again, she would learn with time his calculating, controlling, manipulative nature. And she was about to start to learn right now. Paris saw that she clearly was not going to make a move on him, and he would not bring it on her. He got out of the bed slowly and sat on the edge, taking a moment to contemplate things. The odds are good, this is a risky tactic, but they won't expect it. That was already final, it would be done, but what he was about to do he was unsure. He looked back at Lela for a moment in her innocent eyes. Then he got up shaking his head and made his way over to a drawer. Taking out two rusted shackles. The word sorry almost escaped his lips, but instead he said something else." You can't sleep with me, it is for your safety. I don't trust you on your own yet, and I'm a busy man. I have plans, and they must be dealt with." his expression changed into something rather plain and apathetic. Simply and swiftly he overpowered her, putting the shackles around her ankles and her wrists. They were tight, and no doubt irritated her skin, she had to keep her arms and legs close as the chain was no long at all." A maid will come in the morning to remove these, she will bring you food but don't expect her to answer any complicated questions of yours. You may traverse the castle but the bottom floor and the top most floor is off limits. If you even go there by mistake then I will personally deal with you," he put back on his clothes and made his way to the door, telling his guards something, to which they stepped into the room and watched her." Sweet dreams," he said before leaving. Paris made his way to the top most floor, there were many stairs, but he traversed them with ease. He looked out over the balcony to where he spoke to his people. Most were asleep and those that were there did not look up. They were all drained, like the rest of the city. He left, going into one of the better bedrooms where one of the maids slept. She was one of the newest ones, the same one he had met in the hallway. He didn't even know her name, it didn't matter. She thought she was being treated better than the others for her 'hard work'. No other maid got a room to themselves, especially one as good as this. She woke suddenly but didn't speak. Paris pulled back the bedsheets viciously, this girl wasn't even a toy to him, just a bug. He had sex with her before, although it was consensual. This time he raped her, covered her mouth. When she finally calmed down and accepted what was happening he slapped her brutally across the face. Pulled her hair as he fucked her from behind, put his dick in her mouth and held her nose shut and when all was said and done he came all over her face. He then left the room, met the maid who had served him longest in that corridor, told her to cut the girls wedding finger off who he had just raped and give it to him when she was done. Then tell her she was to visit Lela tomorrow and release her. She did as commanded, the bloody finger was given to him as he had just finished writing a letter.' Surrender or you all die,' it simply said with his signature, not being formal at all. The finger was then placed in the envelope and around it was put an exact replica of the ring he had given Lela. His fingers lightly drummed the desk he sat at. A messenger came to collect the letter, saying that by morning the King at Aden would receive it. A few hours passed, Paris had not fallen asleep yet. He and his commanders organized all his troops, excluding a very select few. Just enough to keep the citizens out of the castle. But the city itself was very vulnerable, as was the castle if it was invaded, but everything was under control and going according to plan. He watched from one of the rooms as they set off, his keen vision could just make out them as their armor blended in with the darkness. All of them had a standard ten-foot pike with heavy armor.There were very few other things besides siege equipment. Catapults, ladders, rams, the like. This was a very serious matter, this needed to be prompt and quick. A fast surrender would work best for him but if he must then a quick slaughter would do too. He played on the instinct of fear to the full. There was not one who did not fear him but his two bodyguards, they were fully no longer human, so perhaps that was why, but they were loyal to the fullest.Finally, Paris fell asleep, he had night sweats, nightmares, coincidentally someone was found dead the next day on the top floor. As morning came it was very quiet, Paris woke up with a jolt and awaited Lela in the main room.There were a lot less guards in the castle, if she thought something was up perhaps he would tell her. It depended on his mood quite a bit... Lela's bite did not even come close to the one he had given her finger, yet his gasp, told her he liked it. Out of feeling as if she had accomplished a little something with him, she kissed his neck and then looked at him. His praise meant something to her, and she showed that with a very bashful smile. Her hand still on his chest, she blushed as she realized it. Not moving, she had hoped he might, would kiss her, and she would see how being a "good girl" would make up for whatever she had done earlier for him to be so blunt and brutal. He moved away and sat on the edge of the bed, she became perplexed as to what he was doing. Staring at him with trusting innocence, she thought he might need a minute before something loving happened. Instead, he got up and took out shackles. Sitting up with the covers pulled up to her chin, she wondered what they were for. Were they needed? She had no idea, and when he spoke, it was not what she was expecting at all. “B. But Paris, I … “ Then his expression changed, there was no sympathy or any resemblance of the man she had just been with. He roughly knocked her back down to the bed, she shrieked. “No, I will be good Paris, I promise.” She whispered as the rusty clanking shackles clasped around her wrist and then her ankles. In an awkward position, she tried to turn to see him. Her skin itched with the rust that was settling against her body. “Please. I. I’m allergic to rust, please Paris.” She pleaded to his back. She was allergic, badly to rust. Furthermore, she found it out as a child when she had stepped on a rusty nail, and it had just scrapped her skin. It caused her to become clammy and caused hives to break out all about her body. The itching intensified. “Please.” She choked out as he left her with the guards. The coldness came back over her, chilling her instantaneously. She blushed as her chemise gown showed way too much. She whimpered as the itching feeling moved throughout her body. Furthermore, she tried not to think of the rust or the fact that two men could see her body right now. It didn’t matter, her husband left her on the wedding night, to go do whatever it was that men did. A scream penetrated the night air and Lela whimpered and curled about, hoping that she would not be next. She has sung a song in her head about the beautiful lands of Aden and tried hard not to roll around like a dog on their back scratching. By morning, she would need a bath, oh how she wish she had one now and some honey milk to sooth her body. Tossing, turning, and watching through half closed eyes, she saw the guards they had not moved a muscle. She knew better than to actually ask them for help, it would be fruitless and well dimwitted. She calmed herself finally, and she fell asleep, in a deep dark slumber, that held no brightness for the future. The next morning, she woke up, with numb arms and legs. Her body, while not itching, was definitely temperamental. She took in a deep breath and saw the guards and she shivered. A young woman came into the room with a key and unlocked her. Getting to a position where she could sit up properly was agonizing. When she finally did, the woman looked at her. Telling her she had better get rid of those blotches all over her skin before the King came back or there would be hell to pay. Nodding slowly, Lela moved a little and tried to get up. The woman had already left. Her legs and her body swollen from the allergy, she felt to the ground. Whimpering, she tried to get back up. He couldn't wait any longer. Patience was not his strong point, storming up to the room the door opened with a loud bang. At first, he looked angry, but then he started to feel sorry for her. He tried not to show it, helping her up from the ground he lay her on her stomach on the bed. He was gentle with her and the fact that she couldn't see the look on his face made him feel better. Noticing that her skin wasn't too good he noted about the rust. He went red in the face, thinking that she would lie to him at any opportunity. Once again he felt like he owed her something. He kept regretting things with this...girl. It made him question his motives and he didn't like it." Stay there," he said as he motioned for the guards to leave. Paris rooted through a drawer and took out some sort of liquid, he wasn't too sure what it was, but he had remembered the maids using this on him when they massaged him and...jerked him off. First he spread the oil on his hands, soothing her legs and especially Lela's ankles. He tried to lull her as he moved to her neck, putting light pressure down on it and really trying to make her feel good. He was rather coy about doing that, because he was setting her up for taking off her gown. He took a towel and covered her buttocks before taking it off gently. He massaged her the best he could and when he looked at her skin shine with the liquid on it, his penis throbbed. He tried to keep going for as long as he could, but he tired easily. The little sleep he had gotten was not good sleep. He stopped suddenly and gave back her gown. When she had put it back on he lay on the bed with her. He was quite close to her and liked the warmth coming from within. He still felt bad though, he wanted to make her feel better, "what do you want?" He asked her softly before he laid his head down on her breasts and fell asleep to the rhythm of her heart Lela struggled, working hard to get up. With the door blasting open, she blanched and tried not to scream out in fear. The woman had told her to get rid of the blotches, but she could barely move. Her head came up only when her body was picked up. For just a second she saw Paris and calmed down. The guards ushered out of the room, she felt much warmer. Paris need not tell her that she needed to stay on the bed. Moving was not an option right now for her. Laying there, face down and away from him, Lela pondered what he might do to her. Expecting no sympathy from him, she felt a small teardrop onto her cheek. The saltiness of it burned, causing her to wince even more in pain. At his touch, she tensed, then felt the lightness of it. Her ankles and wrist were the worst off of the hives. Blackened flesh that looked almost charred from a fire, finally soothed by Paris’s light but strong hands. Her body felt as if it was sighing as his hands worked up her body. Feeling lightheaded and tingly all over, she did not protest when he took off her gown. She knew that if she had been feeling better, she would be embarrassed, and would have protested. For now, she just needed this attention, this relaxation. As he turned her over, her eyes were closed in an awkward pleasure. He had rubbed everything gently and now her body glistened in the light from the massage.“Thank you.” Lela murmured. A soft blush rose in her checks as he looked at her while she put her gown back on. Her eyes had dark circles around them, her face and left hand had dark black bruises no longer throbbing, her wrist and ankles black and swollen, and her body red with hives all over; she should have told him that she wanted his head. But being pure to her most inner core, she said nothing. Which was good, considering he was already asleep on her chest. Moving only slightly to pull the covers over them, Lela lay there, thinking of her new husband and how different he was. She knew he had a mental problem, how deep it was, she did not know. Lela knew he thought she would lie to him. Shaking her head, she was able to pull one arm out from under him and put it around him. As the clock ticked on, letting her know each minute passing by, Lela stroked his hair, soothing him. Even though one would think she was the one that needed the most soothing, she would not fault him, not yet anyway. Lela hoped that by the time he works up next, he would stay in this caring mood and not harm her much more. With a sad smile on her face, she whispered in his ear, “I want for one day us to be friends and for my family to not be hurt.” He did not stir and that was a good thing. His anger from being woken up, would probably be fierce. But she did hope that, that they could come to some kind of companionship, for it would not be a good marriage any other way. In his half conscious state he felt her rub his hair. It comforted him and made him feel safe. It was like a mother loving their child, yet he had not experienced that before. It was a maid who looked after him and she never held him like this. He was just fed and left crying in the crib, his diapers changed, that was about it. He wanted to remain their much longer, but it was not to be so." Friends?" he mouthed. Perhaps she had not meant it the way he thought she did, but nevertheless it hurt him. He felt like he put his trust in her, and she abused it just a little, maybe she just acted like this towards him because of her family? He began to sweat, having a bad nightmare. In the dream he touched Lela by the heart, she welcomed him in open arms, and he embraced her, but then the longer he held her, the more she changed. Her heart turned to a coal-black. She demanded more and more, she tried to control him. Shoving her arm into his chest and pulling out his heart. His expression changed to one of anger as he beat her viciously, raped her, tortured her. He became something else entirely, a dark demon with a long jagged tail. His forked tongue hissed at her, the last thing to change were his eyes, blue to a dark red. He was no longer human, and he wouldn't change back. Fear gripped him and he awoke coughing and spluttering. He moved away from Lela to the other side of the bed, looking in the opposite direction. Right then and there he had almost choked her again. He was confused, and didn't know what to think anymore." A man will come through the bedroom door any second now," he told her, just as he had finished a guard stepped through, and he nodded at him. The messenger then came through the door." Take this parchment from him and read it to me, it is a message from Aden," he demanded as he played with his fingers. The note either was a surrender or a declaration of war, probably with some other minor details. It was interesting to see what would happen, if it was a declaration of war and the minor details were meaningless then it would look like Aden had been the one who started it all. He smirked at the idea, holding back his laugh. A surrender would do nicely too, either way his soldiers would arrive there within a few hours. She whispered back quietly, thinking he was still asleep. “We don’t know each other Paris, I would like for us to be happy in our marriage. If friends is all I get, then that’s what I will take.” She had no idea that he was awake or that he would hear her say that. She wanted more, but wouldn’t dare to hope for it. Furthermore, she felt his change and worried. Pushing the covers off him a little, she continued to stroke his hair. “Shhh, it’s ok now, just relax.” Lela tried to sooth him through whatever dream he was having. The worry turned to desperation of not knowing if he was alright. Quickly she moved to him on her knees in the bed. “Are you alright Paris?” She looked at him, he did not look alright at all. He did not respond, but only to demand her to get the parchment. Wrapping her arms about her body to keep from the chemise showing anything to anyone, she blushed as she got up. Looking down, she noticed that the liquid he had put on her, kept her from breaking out worse and all the hives except those around the wrist and ankles were completely gone. She took the parchment gently from the man, “thank you.” She whispered and turned as the other men left. She quickly scanned the message before she proceeded. Her heart sunk and knew that this was not going to be a good thing. “King, you have crossed the line. Our treaty was that the daughter of the land of Aden not be harmed nor the treaty broken by such violence. Therefore, you have left us no choice but to fight. You may have won the battle against our innocent daughter, but you have not won against this land. See you in war.” She was trembling by the time she ended it. The wedding ring fell from the parchment. She picked it up and then looked at her finger. Hers was still intact, actually still swollen in place.“Please Paris, my family thinks that I am harmed far worse than I really am.” The tears were welling up in her heavy eyes. “A war… it is no way to settle things.” She said pleadingly. Walking over to him, standing in front of him, she handed him the parchment and the bloody ring. She looked and saw his ring was still in place. Her confusion stepped in deeper. “Paris….” Looking to him, she hoped that the goodness within him would see her meaning, her honesty, her purity and realize she spoke only out of the goodness for both lands. Don't fall for it! A voice said in his head as she spoke to him. He took a moment to ponder about things, but the voice got louder. It's a trick, do you wish to lose your sanity? Paris felt his heart hurt, a deep stabbing pain. He hid the pain with anger, biting his lip so hard he bled. He tried to calm himself, getting lost in her eyes, although his chest expanded and deflated rather rapidly his expression returned neutral that was until the voice spoke again. Hit her, rape her, take what's yours! Paris gripped his head he couldn't take it anymore, he looked her straight at her with a fierce look that could kill." Shut up," he whispered, then exploding into a shout, "SHUT UP!YOUR HEART IS SERPENTINE!" He wasn't sure who he was talking too, but he got up and took her by her wrist. Pulling her along and out of the room, he led her to another and more or less threw her onto the bed." Put some proper clothes on." he said shaking his head. The drawers and wardrobes were full of them. She had a selection of anything he wanted. Paris turned his back to her and then came back in a few minutes later in dark sapphire armor. Wearing the full suit bar the helmet, his hair, blue eyes and skin were a major contrast to the glowing darkness. He turned around again and tapped his foot impatiently, although he would wait longer than usual it seemed like he was passively telling her to hurry up. They then left as he ignored whatever she said, he was too focused on what was about to happen. He hadn't even noticed yet what she was wearing. The two followed at a rather fast pace, just behind Lela, they towered over her, over any human being actually. Their big lunges forced Lela to quicker. On the way out Paris grabbed a massive silver great sword, it was heavy, and no mere human would be able to carry something like this. They came to a carriage. Paris dropped his sword down with a large plod which shook the ground beneath them. He felt a dark aura appear, and he let it flow through him, breathing it in. He was focused, determined. Not one could stop him. A servant opened the carriage door, Paris then pointed inside but lost patience straight away and shoved Lela in with a big push. The guards took a separate carriage. He seemed changed somehow, inside he had changed. As he gripped the sword with just two fingers, his middle and index and put it in the carriage he still could not see it. He sat opposite Lela, the only options were to stare at his feet or directly at Lela, he chose the latter. Putting his legs up either side of her, he tried to get comfortable. But the only thing that would make him feel that way right now was being like before, with his head resting on her.Finally, they moved and headed off towards Aden, the troops would be there any moment, and he would soon follow. Horse was a much faster way to travel." Begging gets you nowhere, be content with what you have. Whether you realize it or not, I'm nice to you and I can take that away at a moments notice...don't be scared, I'll keep you safe," he told her firmly, waiting for her to say something. This time he would listen. Flinching backwards from his shouting, she blinked. “Paris please.” She whimpered as his hand came along her wrist and squeezed. She fell upon the bed, and she scrambled to keep herself from bouncing so much. With a gasping breath, she looked at him, embarrassed that she was near naked in front of him now. It didn’t matter earlier, she was in too much pain, but he now seemed angry that she would wear such a thing. As he left, she quickly moved to the bathroom and washed herself the best she could in the time he was probably going to allow her. Rushing back into the bedroom, with trembling emotions, she picked out a soft green shirt that seemed to fit her perfectly. She pondered for a moment as to how he knew her sizes. With a quick look through, she picked out a pair of black gaucho pants that when she moved, would look like a skirt flowing. As she slides on a pair of shoes, he tapped his foot impatiently, and she stepped up to him, “please tell me why we are in such a hurry.” She tried to grab his hand gently, but he turned away and started walking away. His pace was so fast that she could barely keep up. She literally had to jump walk to keep up. “Slow down please.” She urged, but he did not. As they got to the carriage, she stepped up, and then she was pushed. “Triumph.” She whimpered as her face fell into the seat, slamming her bruised cheek. As she straightened herself, she sighed. Looking out the window, she wondered if they were ever going to be friendly with one another. His legs came up and kept her in her spot. Looking back at him, she gave a soft smile. “I’m happy with what I have Paris. I never … never complained about being here with you.” For a day now she had been hit, hurt, and then tortured with rust all night long. Not once did ever complain. “You are taking me to my homeland, and if I know what will happen, you will kill my family. I have no control, but war is not the answer.” Staring at him in his eyes, she chose for once to be bold, hoping it didn’t backfire. “I know begging will not get me anywhere, but what does?” Paris grunted in response. He thought about hitting her as they traveled, but he held himself back. He squeezed her a little with his legs to assert his power, he hoped that would be enough. He didn't want to do anything to her again until she had fully healed." All is fair in lo...all is fair in war," he then averted his eyes away. Ignoring her question. He would have maybe hinted about his sexual desires with her but the armor he wore was tight and if he got a boner it would hurt.Finally, he looked backed, noticing what she wore. He liked it but so did his member as it rubbed off the armor. It hurt and there was no hiding the pain in this small carriage. Looking away from her, he couldn't help but imagine her like before, naked on her stomach. He thought of a few dirty things, the pain in his penis was like punishment for being so dirty minded. In the distance outside he saw as his soldiers were very near the city. They sieged it from afar with the catapults. If they wanted they could do it forever as some of the soldiers no longer needed food from becoming quite inhuman, but only a small portion. But it seemed to grow every day. Eventually Aden's soldiers would have to come out if this continued, but Paris wanted this to be quick and efficient. If he grew impatient then they would charge." You know if your kingdom surrendered I still would have slaughtered everyone. I've made my mind up about this. You can't change it, just accept it." The carriage came to halt, and he stepped outside, taking Lela's hand to help her out. Standing by her, he awaited for her to say something but if it was any sort of moaning he would ignore it. Somehow he felt she would be crying for days after this happened, just imagining the noise constantly annoying him... Paris wouldn't be able to put up with that. As he almost said love, Lela looked over at him, with wide eyes. Love? Would they ever be in love? Her mind whirled about, needing to know so many things, but she chose not to say anything. He seemed to be ready to fight and while it was against her family, she did not want it against her. Her family was all she had, and he was going to kill them all. Her heart hurt so much that she could barely breathe as the heard the catapults start. Oh, she hoped her Papa and Mama were not there. He required her to accept it. Accept that her beloved land was about to be destroyed.“How could I ever accept that you are killing my family?” She asked as she stepped out of the carriage. Walking to where ever he was about to take her. She saw the little girl came running out of the woods and Lela saw her. One of the soldiers drew a sword. ‘No!” She took off running, she picked up the child. “She is but a child!” The sword plunged into her arm and she screamed out in pain. The child screamed, horrified as soldiers came from every direction and blood splattered across her face. “Stop this please stop it!” Lela looked toward her husband, but he did nothing. She held the child so tight to her. A soldier took the small child from her. The little girl screamed and in front of Lela, the child was killed brutally. Lela fell to her knees, disgusted and aching. Her arm was burning, but her heart was tearing apart. “Why…” She muttered out toward Paris. Her eyes dazed and confused with tears rolling down her face. Blood ran down her arm and pain pounded at her brain. As she looked around, the surrounding soldiers threw parts of the girl at her. She would never have thought he would allow a little child to be murdered, especially not in front of her. Gasping for breath as swords were pointed at her, the blood she was losing was enough to make her feel faint. She picked up the little girl’s head and moved the hair out of her face. “I’m so sorry little one. So sorry.” She put the girl back down and got up. Trembling with fear for the men around her and the idea her husband would allow so much. “I wish to see no more please. I… I cannot…” Her words could not come. Her tears fell so hard, the sobs quivered her body. Looking at her husband, she felt sick. The queen was sacrificed before the king in chess. She was a pawn, she now got it to some extent. As Paris turned to her, the blood had spilled enough that she looked at him, screamed as blackness hit her eyes and fell at his feet. I should have known better than to show her this. He thought as he picked her up, the injury was bad but not lethal, he told a female medic to tend to her as he didn't have any idea how to help wounds. Paris would have stayed with her only that he felt anger coarse through his veins as he put her back in the carriage. He stepped out and eyed up the soldier who had plunged his sword into her. Blood from his forearms and biceps pumped as he felt the silver in his hands. Outstretching the sword he charged and with one swipe the 'man' was cut in half. His body dissolved instantly, the dark energy from within absorbed into Paris. Something punctured through his armor from the back, the jagged tail from his dreams. It had a mind of his own, it swirled in the air like a snake." Charge!!!" he shouted as he led. Going through one of the holes in the wall. He spared no one, no children, no beautiful women, this kingdom would be wiped off the map and forgotten. The more he killed on his way to the castle the more souls he seemed to absorb and the more demonic he became. Pebbles and dirt rose up from the ground from wherever he stood. Nature itself was scared of him now." Steal everything of value, kill everyone,""Yes, your highness!" The soldiers said confidently in reply. As the day was done, he returned to the carriage. Lela was still unconscious, but she had been tended to. Paris concentrated hard and when he did, he returned to his normal self, the silver great sword felt a lot more heavy now, and he missed that sense of power. But he felt if he changed like that too often he would remain that way forever.There were moderate casualties on his side. About a quarter of his human soldiers died, but the ones that survived had changed. The whole city was burned, nothing was going to be left. Road signs that led to there were torn down. He held Lela in his arms, knowing well that she would be crying soon enough. He wasn't sure when they got back home whether he should stay with her or not.Nevertheless, he would give her anything she wanted. She just had to ask, he would tell her this when she woke. Paris did think that she may ask some things that he wouldn't be able to give to her though. I would rather be feared then loved, he thought to himself. He kept rolling it over in his head again and again. Trying to reassure himself of it. Make himself believe it fully. Lela dreamt in vivid color of the little girl running to her, “Mommy!” The little girl said in glee as she saw Lela running to her. The man stepped out in front of her and slashed the girl. The little girl dropped in a dark hole, screaming. Lela ran faster and faster but could not stop her child from leaving her. “Don’t come near me” she yelled to the man that killed her baby. Paris was up on the balcony looking down at the scene laughing. Screaming, Lela came awake panting in fear. “No. No.” She looked about, she was in the carriage with Paris. He held her to him and looked down with those eyes, they looked normal now. “Oh Paris.” She held on to him, crying. What a dream to have. But she prayed for all thoughts of this day to just go away, to leave her forever, because she could not think about it, she wouldn’t. Pure to her nature of innocent, she trusted Paris to keep her from any more harm.“Please no more today, I. I do not think I could handle anymore.” Her voice sounded rough and tired. She got up and out of the carriage. Lela waited for Paris and held his hand as they went inside. Getting to the bedroom, she was not sure what to say or do. She felt dirty and knew her family was gone while she lived. Her shirt was stained with blood and her arm had it dried on it. Looking at Paris, all she could do was hug him. She was out of tears for now, she knew it would probably come again soon enough.“May I please take a bath?” Lela asked quietly, needing to feel clean once again. But the blood of her family was on her now. She was sure, Paris was going to call her weak or take it out on her for her crying, but she would take it in stride. Looking up at him staring down at her. Her purity merged out and wrapped them together, pushing away the cool feeling she felt from him. Maybe… maybe they could move away from this and start something nicer for their new marriage. Her demands were easy to comply with, he had expected something a bit more." Of course, whatever you want." Sort of regretting those last three words. He didn't want to get her confidence up too much. The castle had a large room that was all steamy and hot with four separate gigantic baths. One was cold and the other three were variations of warm. Only he, the maids and now Lela were allowed there.There were towels, soap, anything you could think of down there. If it existed, it was there. Paris didn't even know what ninety percent of the stuff was, but he had a particular loving for the olive oil soap." Come," he said taking her hand, feeling oddly at ease. He didn't understand it, it lulled him. Made him feel not tired, but dozed in a good way. As if in a dream like state where one could control their own actions. After a rather long walk they arrived at the massive double doors. He put his arm around Lela's waist, and they entered the changing room." Don't be shy, I'm not staring." He said as he took of all his own clothes then he made his way to the warmest bath and awaited her. He wanted her to be comfortable, for them to be alone, he told the maids to leave. He was careful to not look at her as she came out. At first, she would be embarrassed, but eventually she would calm. He motioned for her to sit by him and as she did, he couldn't help but notice her buttocks beneath the water. He placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed her back and neck area firmly. His hands grazing over to her front he stroked her breasts. That excited the area between his legs. He played with her nipples in between his fingers, tugging lightly at first till they were quite hard. Then he got much rougher, pulling the nipple out as far as it could stretch and then letting go." Are you a virgin?" He asked her as his finger nails teased and ran along her inner thigh. Lela followed him, willingly, needing to be cleaned. But she had not expected such a display in front of her. His softness unnerved her, made her wonder if she was safe with him. His words calmed her and she slowly undressed. She even folded her clothes up, before getting into the massive tub. Her face flushed red, she kept her eyes down as not look at his nakedness. Keeping her arms around her, feeling awkward, she had not thought he would touch her. His hands massaged her shoulders and she sighed. “Oh, thank you, Paris.” She said gratefully, unaware he had darker more sensual intentions. The muscles relaxed, and her body felt much more calm. Sighing, she let him touch her, moving around her front area. Gasping at the feather-light touch, she didn’t say anything. Then that hard squeeze came, and she whimpered, shrinking her body back trying to get him to let go. Turning to face him. “Please, that. That hurts.” Eyes round as saucers with innocence, she blushed even more. She had felt her body down below start to react, and she became aware of just what he was doing to her. Thinking it wrong was not the right thing, considering he was her husband. She had been told about this and that it was best to let him have it when he wanted it. But she was not sure if he wanted it or if he was just teasing her, trying to humiliate her. As his fingernails trailed up her inner thigh, she wiggled and nodded her head in affirmation. “Yes.” She whispered. “Please be gentle.” She murmured, feeling like he would take her whether she gave it or not. He wanted her to want it like he did with her. She undoubtedly liked it, he got nearer and nearer to her little cunt." You're a naughty girl, you want this, I can see your body craving it," he said firmly before continuing. His hand rubbing her ass cheeks smoothly, gliding along them. Then his fingers reached up to her mouth. He ran the index finger along her lips and lightly pushed it inside. She just needed a little push in the right direction, or that was what he hoped. He wasn't going to force her. Not in his current mood. Lovingly he kissed her on the lips, letting his tongue then meet hers, he massaged her head. Taking her hand he placed one on his chest and the other around the shaft of his throbbing cock. Paris then made a circular motion over her clit and lightly put a finger inside the entrance of her pussy. If she didn't want more by now he would be angry and if she did then his opinion of her would change. If she was dirty but just with him, then she would still be the same innocent girl he knew." Show me you want it, give yourself to me," he spoke softly in her ear. Embarrassed, she looked down as his hands touched her bottom. "Par..." She was cut off by her hand being placed on him. Looking up, his finger pushed into her mouth. Was that normal? Before she could ask him, he kissed her. His tongue moved in her mouth as if to conquer her. As he pulled back, she moved into him. Her want was stirring. Although she had no idea what she wanted, she knew she felt better in his arms." I am not a naughty girl." Lela blushed and looked him as his finger touched her swollen clit. "OH!" She gasped in pleasure. As she let the sensation wash over her, she actually kissed him. "I. I do want you. I do not understand the pull my body has going on right now, and I am scared." It was the truth. She was petrified of him and this emotion she was feeling psychically. Lela wanted to so desperately believe this was the right thing to do. To give herself to him fully. She looked at him. "Please don't hurt me." That was enough for Paris to make his move on her. She chose it, he just helped her see it. It was understandable given her nature. Paris picked her up by her waist and his cock stood up. Gently he slid her down onto him. Slowly deeper and deeper until she had swallowed his whole dick with her cunt." What a gentleman it is, it stands up for you when you need a seat," he smirked, holding onto her hips and showing Lela how to grind him. Then working his mouth around her tit, playing with it in his mouth, swirling the tongue around the nipple and nibbling it gently. He couldn't help himself, his dominant nature giving in, his teeth going up to her neck and biting down on it, hard. There was little muscle unlike his to protect her soft little neck. He bit again, this time harder and drawing a little blood. Tasting it, he felt her innocence. It dripped down into the water, corrupting it, corrupting her. The thought didn't cross his mind. Feeling her breasts and pulling at them hard like he had before, then slapping them lightly at first but then hard, hard enough that he could see the red imprint on her angelic skin." Relax, enjoy it," he told her as he stroked her hair, moving her up and down his large penis, slamming her down onto it. He really had lost control, if she didn't want this then it was too bad. It didn't matter the words that came out of her mouth for her pussy was wet for him, tight and gripping his penis in a secure hold, putting pressure on him. If she didn't want any more it was quite simple, he would rape her. He took her off his cock then and turned her around so she wasn't facing him anymore. Grabbing the back of her neck, not enough to choke but just enough to force her and keep her still. Paris then placed his dick into her ass, harshly and with no remorse. With his other hand he flicked her clit, from behind he bit her earlobe and spoke softly to her, "you're my little slut, you're loving this no matter what you say." Lela trembled as he sat her down on him so gently. It was the first true gentle thing he had done other than putting the liquid balm on her body. The pain came as he put himself in her. She felt herself stretch, and she whimpered, but did not tell him not to continue. Her virginity gone, she did not miss it, or at least didn’t think about it when he was touching her so much, moving his hands about her, making her hips move. Soon enough she understood what made it pleasurable, and she began to move her hips on her own accord. As he bit down, she moaned and blushed. She wrapped her arms around him and then the pain came again, except this time it burned as he bit into her tender neck flesh. “Own. Please don’t do that. ‘She hesitated, unsure how to go on after that. She felt the blood moving down her neck and onto her chest. He soothed her with his words and hand as he quickened the pace. She meet his thrust with unsure bucks and an innocent try to keep up with his pace. She wasn’t going to say stop, it had just begun to feel good. But then he turned them. ‘We. What are … NO!” She stuttered and screamed as he plunged into her tight little butt. Her breathing came in quick raspy breaths. The pulsing need in her body where he had been before, made her moan as he played with her body. The harshness of his thrust into her backside contrasted with the pleasure. “I. I’m not a slut.” She whispered as her body began to tingle like it had before when he was in her. With each flick of his finger and then a thrust into her butt, she cried out. She clenched her body around him, “Paris….” She called out confused but within pleasure. Her body was throbbing and she felt something tighten. She could barely breathe. Her eyes closed, her body arched back into him, she let herself go, still afraid of what was about to happen to her body. As she let out a deep moan of pleasure and orgasm he got a wicked smile." See, you're a little slut, you came before me, you decided that you should please yourself before pleasing me, how selfish," Paris had this wild look in his eyes, definitely the violent side had taken over him, and he was not yet done. He had not had his fill yet. Pounding her ass atop his cock he moaned in pleasure, running his hand along her back and then grabbing her on her bum Paris lifted her onto one of the sitting areas. Standing up on it, he moved from side to side, slapping his hard dick against her face, keeping her steady with both hands." You love to suck cock you little whore," he smirked, forcing her face down to swallow his dick. It was an indescribable feeling, and he liked it a lot. As she tried to resist him he slapped her on the face, when she choked he slapped her harder. His eyes changed to the demon-like red as he fucked her face mercilessly, slapping her about and holding her nose so she couldn't breathe. She gagged on his cock, almost getting sick and that turned him on so much." Don't you dare," he told her, slapping her ruthlessly. He pulled her hair with his left hand and with his right he placed it atop her head, forcing her down on his dick again. Then as he held her nose he came deep inside her throat, she choked on his thick, sweet cum, and it went to the front of her mouth. Her head going down he forced her to look up, tugging on the back of her hair." Swallow it my little bitch," he commanded, getting ready to backhand the broken Lela. Lela ignored him, she just let the pleasure run through her. She wasn’t selfish or a slut, and her innocence still demanded him to see that. However, he didn’t. He kept pounding into her to the point it started to hurt. “Please, it. It’s hurting.” And before she knew it she had been turned and was sitting, staring at him. Looking up at him, she was bewildered. “We…” Flinching back, she moved away from him, why on earth was he doing this to her? Suck… No, he didn’t mean for that hard thing to go in her mouth, did he? And that’s exactly what he meant. She grabbed hold his legs and tried to jerk away, but he held her in vice grip. “Oww.” She whimpered as he slapped her. There was nothing left for him to do, was there? Could he hurt her anymore? She did not want to find out. Coughing and frantic, she pulled back against him, tried so hard to get away, but his hardness kept going and then coming back. His hand slapped her back in place and tears mixed with his hardness in her mouth. Not able to breath or think, she finally found relieve as he let go of her nose. Breathing hard around him, she was forced to look up. Screaming in fright as she saw his red eyes, she swallowed. She had no choice. Could there really have been red in his eyes? She kept herself on him, closing her eyes, afraid to look again. She cried so hard, she barely was able to get the last drop he put in her throat. Her face was black from the repeated beating, she hoped that he would not hit her anymore. What had she done that caused him to get so angry with her? Before she knew, she was knocked down onto the floor. Laying on the wet floor she whimpered. Please oh please no more she thought. She had never been beaten or roughed house like this. Before she could get up, her hair was jerked about, and it was one of the guards. She blushed and he threw her a towel. She wrapped it around her, limping after him. Furthermore, she looked to see where Paris was, but he was nowhere to be found. Sighing as she walked with the guard, she was ushered into the bedroom. Laying down in the bed after the guard left, she cried. What was her husband? Not wanting to think about it, she went to the bathroom. Her face was bruised, and her neck had his entire mouth of teeth marks on it and a large round bruise. She touched her face, it was so bruised on both sides, you could barely see her eyes. Going to the drawers she put on a soft gown of pink and silver. She got into the bed, disheartened and hurt. The doors opened and she quivered with fear. Oh please don’t hurt me whatever happens, no more pain please. She begged over and over in her mind, hoping it wouldn’t be Paris in a bad mood. As the guard made her leave, Paris gave a sigh of relief, looking down at the water he could see his two red eyes, but he saw more. Scaley black skin, the jagged tail, sharp claws. Something akin to a humanoid dragon. He fell to his knees, hitting the side of the wall a chunk flew off and into the bath. Remaining there for a bit longer he noticed some things return to normal. Almost everything did bar his torso, chest and one of his eyes. There was a big contrast between the deep blue and the dark red. He waited for a bit but no more changed. Putting back on his clothes he saw that only his eye was visible, everything else covered by the clothes. He just accepted it and made his way to the bedroom. He approached her but looked down at the ground, "my eye is bloodshot," he proclaimed. He got into the bed, knowing full well she was probably scared of him, he buried his face into the pillow." I'm sorry, I... I won't hurt you again," Paris genuinely believed it wouldn't happen again, he really hoped it wouldn't. He offered her his hand, even though he couldn't see her. If Lela wanted to take it or not it was up to her. Lela laid there, scared. Was he going to cause her more pain? He did not look at her, she was on her tummy by the time he got into the bed. "Thank you, I ... I must have seen the bloodshot results in the shower." She whispered. She still didn't look at him. Furthermore, she was too afraid that if she did, he would beat her more. Lela was a very forgiving person, and trust in the goodness of people. "I trust you." She whispered. Taking his hand, she scooted over to him just a little. Her purity still intact even with her body soiled by him, she was the true definition of naivety and innocence. "I. I must have done something wrong for you to be so angry at me." Not knowing if it was really her fault or if she was just taking the blame for what had happened, she rather them be on good terms than they be on bad ones. She scooted ever so slightly over to him and laid her head next to him. Paris didn't know what to say to that. There wasn't even something he could have made up even if he wanted to. He thought about her for a while as he lay beside her, not knowing what to do. Something very rare happened, he felt scared, scared to look at her. This girl was really becoming to him, "you didn't do anything wrong," he said simply, holding her hand firm, tight but careful not to hurt her. Slowly a dark mist started coming from his body, he felt strange, he felt power leave him but not completely. He sat up, watching it leave his fingertips, it floated gently, calmly. He embraced this feeling for her, for Lela but although he felt like he was doing it, it was something else. Out of nowhere it seemed like the mist enveloped Lela, he looked at her then at himself. He felt the evil still inside his heart, but it wasn't like before where it was completely engulfed. It was like he had given half of it to Lela. The thought horrified him, getting up from the bed and running towards the door, but this mist didn't follow him. His two guards came through the door and ran over to Lela, one held her down as the other forced her mouth to open with ice-cold armor gloves. Grabbing the sides of her cheeks with his massive hands he pressed inwards, Lela had no choice to open, her weak mouth muscles giving in almost instantly. The darkness flew through her mouth like the wind." What the fuck!? I command you to let her go!" Paris screamed as all this was going on, but it happened so fast that he didn't have time to react.Nevertheless, he went to get his sword that was planted at one of the sides of the room. He put both his hands on it and lifted, yet he could only barely lift the giant silver great sword. Charging at his two guards which seemed more like a slow jog, he swiped like a turtle, losing control of the sword in the process as it flew through the air, crashing into a wardrobe. The guards said nothing and left, Paris tried to leave the room to talk to them, but they would not let him. He was forced the stay there with Lela. Anxiety hit him, and he ran over to her, not realizing that his eye and skin were normal now." Are you okay? How do you feel? Come here love I'll keep you safe," he said, cradling her in his arms like a baby. The guards came in, held her down and she screamed. No choice but to open her mouth, she felt the dark cloud sink into her body. It swam through her and she choked. “No.” Quivering with fear, she felt the darkness move within her. She looked over to Paris, what had he done? She shook with anxiety and sickness. Her breathing came in fast gasp, “Paris?” She asked confused as her eyes glazed over and turned to pure black then back to her regular doe brown.“No… what. What happened to me?” She asked with a shaky voice. Crawling over to him, she held on to him, feeling sickened by what had just happened. She would fight whatever it was. She wouldn’t be bad, no she wouldn’t! Furthermore, she declared this within her soul and heart and felt her body being punched as if the innards were fighting the darkness. Looking up to Paris, she put her hand on his face and smile. “Please…. Please don’t let it consume me.” She whispered as she started to pray to her Higher power. She had to keep whatever it was that the guards let in to her, at bay. "It won't take you, I'll keep you safe," he nurtured her in his arms. Half to keep her safe, half to change her into something else. Fire raged in his heart and as it did, he gave further into the demon inside. Anger rose from this atrocity he had committed. There was no one to blame but him, slowly his grip on her tightened. First the rough, black, scaled skin appeared on the palms that held her. Nails elongated to claws, his eyes changed to that deep red, everything changed, and he felt his body shake in ecstasy as the power went to his head. It didn't feel exactly like before, it was weaker. But he felt that in this state he had more sanity than before when he had transformed. The darkness lured him in, enticed him to stay in that form, fed the lust for power. With now forked tongue he spoke, "Don't be scared, let it swallow you, it's inevitable. Make it easy on yourself mortal," it wasn't a request it was an order. His rough hand stroked her head. Paris kept her in place, if she struggled he would try to hold her, but not hit her. This felt much different, like he was just a more powerful human. But it was all a trick to numb his mind and make it accustomed to the power, make him want more and stay like this forever. His serpent tongue licked the side of her face, "good...girl." He hissed. Lela held onto Paris. She trusted him wholeheartedly. She smiled up into his eyes and saw the change. He was turning into a monster. She didn’t understand why. “Pa… Paris?” He squeezed her harder and she whimpered. “Please Paris, stop.” She began to fight against him, trying to move away from him. “No, I must not let it swallow me. Let me help you move away from it please.” Her whole body shook, he was overpowering her, but she wouldn’t let him win. She couldn’t.“Paris!” She spoke to him, the one that was not there anymore. A dark creature touched her now. Pulling fast against him, she got loose and backed away. “Please let me take the darkness away from you. We can … we can move away from it. Please!” She began to babble, trying to keep some form of Paris with her. But it seemed fruitless. He pulled her to her and his weird snake like tongue touched her. “No Paris no!!!”

The Dreamer's Destruction IC|rating:2.0

Mischief Makers [cincinnatus x Degu]

(20th“Astrid, come on! Stop being such a wuss!” A head full of dark hair whipped around, blue eyes blazing as her shoes scraped along the concrete. Brown eyes stared back at her unflinchingly, and she held up a middle finger at the man several feet away. “At least you were smart enough to dress in all black this time.” He scoffed, and she waved the finger at him before continuing to walk.“It's a good thing the weather isn't too warm yet, or I'd be dying in this thing.” Waving a hand over her black jeans and zipped up hoodie, she shifted the small backpack on her shoulders. “So where exactly are we going? Just a random old house you want to check out? Are you sure it's abandoned, David?” The brunette paused, turning around to give her an exasperated look.“Astrid, chill the hell out. I went and scoped it out the other day, no one's seen anyone for weeks, or at least that they know of. Worst case scenario, we book it before anyone gets suspicious. For God's sake, how old are you?” She huffed angrily from behind him, hands clenching the straps of her bag tightly. Why she still put up with David's attitude was beyond her, but truth be told, he was the closest to a real friend that she had. “It's not that much farther, let's hurry up!” They'd chosen to wait until after the sun went down to explore the place, a supposedly abandoned house closer to the edge of the city. There had been plenty of close calls in the past, but neither of them had been caught yet. Despite being a bit blunt at times, David had yet to steer her wrong. Yet.“Fine, let's hurry up, though! It's already, what, past ten? It's getting late.” David said nothing and continued walking, leading her a few blocks away from where he'd parked his car. “You know if we have to run it's going to be a hell of a risk being able to get all the way back to the car.” He shrugged and kept going, finally raising an arm to point down a mostly dark street. The few streetlights that still worked were dim, and there were abandoned garbage bins spread down sidewalks and in parts of the street. The area was run down to say the least, and she made a face before bounding after him.“Alright, alright, which one is it?” He finally grunted, slowing down and pointing towards a large, dark house at the end of the dead end road. “Really-What is this, a horror movie? The last house on the street, all the lights off? Come on, dude. Whatever, let's just get this over with. There can't be much to see, with this area. You think it'll have anything valuable inside?” David's head turned, the look clearly telling her he was tired of hearing her talk. With a quick wave of her middle finger, Astrid came to a stop as they reached the house. Three rickety steps led up to a worn porch, stable, but unattractive. A lone rocking chair remained there, as well as miscellaneous items obviously left by the previous owners. She approached it hesitantly even as David bounded up the steps, and he was yanking at the door before she could stop him.“David! David, what the fuck are you—Stop!” Hissing the words at him, she groaned quietly as the door opened easily. Her partner in crime disappeared inside as she reached the top of the stairs, staying back until he swiftly came back out. “What was that all about?!” He gave her an amused look, phone out and fingers flying over the screen.“Hey, yeah,” She gave him a confused look as he tucked the phone against his ear, moving slowly around the porch. An old stool thudded against the porch as he bumped into it, barely sparing it a glance as he talked. “Yeah, it's empty just like I thought it was. You guys got the stuff?” Astrid was glaring furiously at him at that point, something he blatantly ignored. “Yeah man, bring everyone over, and we'll light up here, alright?” With a click of his tongue as he hung up the phone, he took a step back as Astrid shoved at him.“What, am I your guard dog for you to set up drug shit?!” He gave her another exasperated look as he pushed her back, causing several more items to tumble over with loud sounds. “David, we are going to get caught. I didn't sign up for this! I came to explore, not this. You cannot bring drugs here just because you say it's empty! I thought you quit that, anyway!” Shoving at him again, she let out a growl at the hand wrapping around her wrist. “Get off!” Her foot came out, swiftly connecting with his shin until he yelped.“Good, you deserve it.” Grinning smugly as he hopped around in pain, her head snapped to the side at the sight of bright lights. “What the—We just got here, how are there cops?! David, I told you! You were knocking all that stuff over and—DAVID!” Watching him hop over the side of the porch and disappear around back, she looked wildly around before going to follow suit.“Stop! Hands where we can see them!” Freezing in her spot on the porch, Astrid slowly raised her hands high in the air with an internal curse. If she got her hands on David, she was going to put him in a world of hurt. Footsteps thudded on the street and up the steps, rough hands pushing her back into the front of the house. “Show me the hands.”“I have them well above me, you can see that!” Snapping at the officer that was turning her to face him, she flattened herself against the house with a scowl. “I didn't do anything, I was just visiting someone!” Bold lie, but it was the best she could create on such short notice.“Ma'am, no one lives here. No one's lived here for some time.”“How do you know? They're just not home right now. I've been trying to call them, but there's no answer. I didn't mean to make noise, sorry I scared whoever called.” Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she kept her hands firmly above her head as the flashlight shined towards her face. The sound of the radio crackled from the cruiser, and she internally cursed her luck. I'm going to jail, and it's all David's fault. Donovan had been asleep for at least ten years this time, having found the modern world was moving too quickly for him. His house was large, and although run-down looking, sound. His finances were taken care of by a firm that had existed since he bought it, and was agreeable to his existence. Vampires were real, but generally not the monsters that movies made them out to be. And they had people on their side, who helped to keep them hidden from the masses, and to preserve their existence. So his house was thought abandoned, out at the edge of the city, when in reality he slept while accountants paid his bills from his investments, and he slept the years away. But he had been awoken from his slumber by this Astrid, who had tripped the silent alarm on his door. There was also aDavidbut he had abandoned her to her fate when the police arrived. He had smelled the girl, from his room, and had decided to collect her. He was hungry, and a few calls to some choice people had made it so he could take her from the station, and all records of her being there would just disappear. So that is what had led him to this. He was imposing, at over six feet tall, in his long pea coat over a bespoke gray suit, fedora in his hand. His face was perpetually that of the 22-year-old soldier who had laid broken and dying in Tennessee hospital after Shiloh. Before his Mistress had offered him a certain salvation. His long dark hair was combed back, and a neat beard framed his face. But his blue eyes were bright, as he gazed through the bars at the young girl who was being released...no…remanded into his custody.“I’m sorry this happened,” he said, playing lip service to her hollow excuse from earlier, and the cell was opened. “I forgot to turn off the alarm before you came.” He held out her bag for her to take. “The car is waiting outside, let’s get you back to the house.” That bastard. She would make David pay if it was the last thing that she did. No amount of protesting had gotten her out of the situation, and she found herself in a holding cell glaring at the officer as he walked away. She hadn't even done anything wrong, technically, it had all been David! Yet there she sat in a cold room, unable to bring herself to even attempt to sleep despite the late hour. When Astrid heard the doors opening and the guard approaching she stiffened up, peering out from the cell as she caught sight of the officer entering with someone else. Someone dressed far nicer than what she was used to seeing, and her brow furrowed as she stared at him. He clearly wasn't an officer or any type of detective, so when he spoke to her, she could barely keep the look of surprise off her face. She hadneverseen this man before in her life, and yet he was acting as if they had planned to meet up and---It was the owner of the house, that was it. Understanding dawned on her as she stood up and slipped out of the cell, snatching up her bag and turning back to look at the officer again." Told you." She couldn't resist the chance to taunt him slightly as she slung the bag over her shoulder, following after the mysterious man. When they had gotten outside she finally spoke, keeping a good distance from him since she had no idea what kind of person this was. "I've never met you before in my life. Why did you bail me out?" Suspicious. The girl he found in the cell was young, shorter, with long dark hair and bright blue eyes. She taunted the officer after snatching her bag from his hands.“No, you’ve never met me before. And I didn’t bail you out; I did more than that. If you were to ask tomorrow, there’d be no record of you ever having been here.” He motioned to the waiting hired car. It was a far cry from the ostentatious limos that he would have used fifty years ago, but it wasn’t a cab. A big black sedan with a driver, complete with peaked cap. Donovan walked over to open the door to the back of the car as it sat idling.“I heard what you had said on the porch. I felt it easiest to go along with that story.” He shrugged, as we waited with the door open. “I don’t get many visitors, and I’m curious to know why you chose my house. And there’s the fact that I called in a few favors to get you out of there. Hop in, and we can talk.” He motioned for her to get into the car. "Okay, so you pulled some strings and made it, so I was never here. That still doesn't answer my question." Glancing at the car and then back to him with a suspicious glare, Astrid stood there stubbornly. Even the sight of the other man, the driver, did little to ease her concern as it was insisted that she get into the vehicle. Every woman knew better than to get into a car with a strange man, late at night, especially after said strange man had done them a favor. Still, she got into the back and settled into the seat with a frown." Is this some sort of game. You want me to pay you back the money, or you're going to embarrass me somehow simply because my idiot friend--" Who she still wanted very much to hurt--"Picked a house with someone still living there to snoop around? We didn't think anyone was there, and I didn't take anything. I didn't even go inside." "Please get in the car, Astrid," he told her quietly. Although his voice was soft, there was a hard edge deep underneath, the kind that career NCO's had when telling troops what to do. "Unless you'd rather spend the night in jail before being arraigned in the morning. The strings I pulled can beunpulledvery easily." He took a deep breath, and looked out at the city skyline in the distance. "Forget about your friend. I was disturbed by what happened, and I feel that it would be better if you could repay me yourself for trespassing on my lot. Not money, or anything.inappropriate. Just come chores that I need done, that you could help me with." He turned back to her, and fixed her with his blue eyes, eyes that shone almost unnaturally bright in the night. "Tell me, why did you try to sneak into my house?...there's little of value there. Here, you can tell me in the car. Unless you'd like to go back inside." "I'm in the car!" Scowling at the man from where she'd plopped into a seat and set her bag on her lap, Astrid glared at him even as she felt herself growing tired. This was not at all how she had expected her night to go. The entire thing was bizarre, and she didn't believe for a minute that he had done all that just for her to do some chores and be on her way. No one did things like that, and certainly not in these types of situations." I was bored, it was supposed to be empty." Crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her eyes on him with a stubborn expression, she shrugged after a brief moment. "What, you never poked around in empty places as a kid?" No, judging by his clothing he had probably been born with was silver spoon in his mouth. He slid into the car after her, and gave her plenty of space in the car. He had to work, just a bit, to keep his calm. Furthermore, he was hungry, and he could smell the blood in her, sweet and feminine. It was a contrast to her actions, sulking and pouting like a teenager.“My house is far from empty. And the world was a very different place when I was a kid. But I have poked my nose in places it shouldn’t have been, to be sure. And sometimes, I got bit, so if you’re going to poke, you have to take the bite when it happens.” The car drove quickly through the empty streets, and shortly was at his house. The station wasn’t always that close, and he had thought of moving. But the work would have been too great. He got out, and the driver opened the door on the other side for her to get out. Then the car swiftly departed, leaving them alone in front of his house.“If you’re so curious what’s in myemptyhouse, why don’t you come see?” "You don't look very old to be pulling that card." Quite young, in fact, especially for how much money he seemed to have. "If you're threatening to bite me, at least offer to buy me dinner first." Snorting softly as the car pulled out of the lot, and they drove, Astrid turned her attention to the window for the duration of it. She had very little to say that wouldn't be construed as unkind or even hostile, and when the car dropped them off and left she was staring at the man warily." Clearly I know it's not empty now. Just tell me what it is you want already. Show me what you supposedly want me to clean so we can get this over with. I carry pepper spray though, so if you think you're going to try any funny business, I'll empty the entire can in your eyes. I'm not stupid enough to go with strange men without some sort of defense." Just stupid enough to get caught by the cops and rescued by strange men, apparently. He smiled at her remark about his apparent age. "You'll find I'm full of surprises. Come inside, and I'll have some dinner delivered. Do you like Chinese?" He climbed the steps and opened the door without unlocking it. He reached to the wall, turned a knob light switch with a loud clack, and a large chandler lit up the room. The room was an entry hall, with a large staircase to the upstairs, complete with balcony. Doors lead to the various rooms on the first floor: library, parlor, formal dinning room, and the large kitchen. There was light coating of dust, and it looked like it hadn't been used in years. The floor was paneled wood, and the walls were a wallpaper with an antique design." I don't plan on giving you reason to use your spray," he remarked. He kept to himself that it probably wouldn't affect him in the slightest. He stood by a small table, and lifted the receiver from a telephone; an ancient black Western Electric Model 500, complete with rotary dial. "Lo mien, or fried rice?" he asked her. "Chinese?" Why was food coming into the equation at. Roughly midnight, if she was judging correctly? Following him up the stairs slowly and staring at the open door, Astrid stood outside the entryway until he'd turned on the light. A chandelier was the last thing she expected to see for a lighting fixture, and the surprise was rapidly growing the more of the house she saw." It's a little. Outdated." She could see why he wanted someone to do chores though, and there were certainly worse payments he could have asked for when essentially blackmailing her. "Surprise me." Her eyes fell to the old phone, and she took a tentative step inside, closing the door quietly behind herself and standing just inside of it." And I'm supposed to. What, just clean your house, and you'll forget that I ever trespassed here with that idiot?" She wondered what had happened to David considering there were no missed messages on her phone, the bastard had probably left her to her fate. Oh, he was going to have a broken nose when she got to him next. "That way you don't have to pay a cleaning service, and you still get it done?" He picked up the phone, and dialed a number off a note pad near it. The 24-hour restaurant took his order, and would deliver on credit; the family patriarch was like him. "It'll be her in half-hour," he told her as he hung up. "Let's go into the parlor to talk." He leads the way; the parlor had a couch, and two overstuff chairs, as well as a console TV on one wall. He draped his coat on a chair and unbuttoned his suit jacket before sitting on one end of the couch." You'll find there's a lot about me that makes it hard to...fit in with regular people," he explained. "Cleaning is just the first part, since the house is a little big for one person. I think the term these days is...personal assistant. Chores, done on my behalf. And...something...else." He leaned forward, and steepled his hands, deep in thought for a moment, before he continued. "I'm going to be honest with you, Astrid. I have some very peculiar needs, that you could help me with." He leveled his piercing blue stare at her. "Nothing...sexual, if that is what you're thinking. Will you agree? I assure you it is better than any fate that will await you in prison." "Parlor." Her tone was flat, and she rubbed tiredly at her face. Such an old-fashioned word, but it seemed most everything about this man was old-fashioned. "Clearly, your outfit alone tells me that." She followed after him slowly, taking a seat in the chair in order to keep her distance. He had some very interesting speech patterns, and there was something about him that put her on edge. Like she was the prey here, and he, the predator. Astrid supposed it wasn't far from the truth, given their current situation, but something was just. Off." For someone who acts like they were brought up with a silver spoon in their mouth and the best manners in the world, you've been rather rude by not telling me your name. Why would I agree to anything like this without knowing your name," She held up a finger with a frown, followed by a second. "Nor am I going to agree until I know exactly what you mean by personal assistant. Is that where I have to be at your beck and call whenever you need me? I do still have a job." A shitty one, but it paid the bills and kept a shoddy roof over her head." While I'm sure it's better than prison, I do need to be able to keep a roof over my head, so I can't abandon work at all hours just because you suddenly need something." This was turning out to be somewhat of a disaster, but damn if her curiosity wasn't growing with every cryptic word he said. "My apologies. I am Donovan. As far as my beck and call, I think you'll find I can give you leeway for freedom with how to handle things. As far as your current job...and keeping a roof over your head," he trailed off, before making a decision. It had been too long since he'd had a girl living in the house. "Follow me," he said, standing up. He left the parlor, leading her up the stairs to the balcony. Several doors led off to various rooms; he indicated one at the end of the hall." That is my suite; you won't need to concern yourself with anything behind that door." He stopped and opened a nearby door. Behind it was a bedroom, with bright floor wall paper, a four-poster bed with canopy, wardrobe, dresser, and vanity with large mirror." This room could be yours, and I can offer you board in addition, plus an allowance." He opened a door leading to a bathroom, complete with claw foot tub and ancient sink with two faucets. "I understand that it's a bit old-fashioned, but there's a cable outlet, if you believe me. I'm sure we can find room for all your things. You won't need to worry about your other job anymore, and you'll have freedom to explore old abandoned houses as you want. Otherones, that are actually abandoned." He held her hand out to shake. "So what say you, Astrid? Come live here, and help an eccentric man with his needs, and running his house?" Good god, even the name was a bit old-fashioned! Astrid frowned slightly, one too thrilled to be constantly getting back up every time she was finally seated. It had been a long night full of adrenaline as it was, and all the unnecessary moving around was beginning to get on her nerves a bit. Still, she obediently followed after him with her bag, taking the stairs carefully and examining the dust on the railing that led upwards." I would certainly hope not, you made that clear already." She barely glanced in the direction of his room, her attention more on the one that he was actually showing her. It was certainly. Large, that much was for sure. It made her apartment look so tiny when she mentally compared them, the bedroom that was barely big enough to fit her bed and small dresser in it, and thenthismonstrosity of a room." I'm sorry, what?" She turned back to him with a stunned expression, glancing down at the extended hand warily. "Did you just offer me a room and pay evenafterI've paid off you bailing me out?" Surely she was hearing things incorrectly, but the look on his face told her that she wasn't. "As long as it's just a job and I don't have to do anything. Tooweird, then I guess that sounds okay." It was far better than what she was currently doing with her life, even if it sounded too good to be true." Alright, I guess. This is really weird, but alright." She took his hand with a shrug, gripping it and giving it a firm shake. "As long as you don't have any weird rules like no drinking or no staying up past ten o'clock." He shook her hand in response, and gave her his warmest smile. Inside, he cringed at bit; he'd have preferred it if she didn't drink -- it made the blood taste sour. "As long as you fulfill your responsibilities, I am very lenient." He started to walk back into the hall. "Guests, however, will be another matter. Not forbidden, but limited. I value my privacy above all else, so I hope you understand." There was a shout in a foreign language from downstairs, as the delivery man dropped off the food in the entryway. "Our dinner is here, if you'd like to celebrate. Then afterward, I suppose you'd like to get some sleep." His mouth was watering, but for a different reason, being close to her, he could smell the sweetness of her body; practically taste it. He would have to be careful, not to drink too much from her, when he did feed later. He was still working through his head, how to reveal to her his true nature, and what hereallyneeded from her." I can hire some movers to bring your things over from your old apartment. There are some clothes already in the wardrobe, though you may find them...'frumpy'. There should be a gown or similar for you to sleep in." "I don't really have friends, so that's fine." Nor would she want to bring them there even if she did, that was just asking for more trouble than she'd already gotten into. David had already caused her enough pain as it was, and as amusing as it would be to throw it in his face that she would now be staying here, it wasn't worth the drama of it all." Celebration is an interesting word for it, but alright." She was definitely hungry after everything, so she sure as hell wasn't going to turn down free food. "I assumed I was going to go home. I imagine the sheets would be quite dusty if no one's been here in some time." Why was she even considering staying already? The adrenaline rush had left her feel exhausted now that it had worn off, and she yawned, rubbing at her eyes with a quiet grumble of protest." I have clothes in my bag. I wasn't sure I was going home tonight anyway. Furthermore, I guess I could probably just stay, as long as you're not going to barge into the room in the middle of the night to ask me to do something." "If I need to ask you something in the middle of the night, I assure you it will only be because of great need." He led the way back down the stairs, and picked up the bag of food, moving this time into the dinning room, which included a long table with enough room for eight people. He set the food at the end, and took his seat at the head of the table, after pulling out the chair on his right for her." If you could grab plates and silverware form the sideboard," he asked her, as he removed the food from the bag. He ended up eating very little, compare to her, but allowed her to eat her fill, even getting up himself to get water from the kitchen. When they were finished, he followed her back up the stairs. "You can deal with the dishes in the morning, you must be very tired. There are fresh linens in the maid's closet, but I feel you will most likely want to sleep." He went to his own door, and opened it, before going in. "Good evening, Astrid. I will be up for a while, I tend to be more active in the night that otherwise. In the morning, we can talk of getting the rest of your things." Giving him a surprised look when he pulled out a chair for her, Astrid nodded her head before setting off to fetch the silverware. She could manage such a small task, even as tired as she was. By the time she returned to the table she was yawning again, eating in silence and storing the leftovers--Noting that he'd hardly eaten anything compared to her. Chalking it up to him having likely eaten earlier in the day she shrugged it off, following him up the stairs to the room now designated as hers. How was she going to handle her lease on her small apartment? That was a matter for the next day, she decided, nodding her head in agreement with another yawn. Shewastired." Very well. This is not at all how I expected my night to go. But it could have gone worse." She paused in the doorway to her room, looking out at him speculatively. "So thanks for not leaving me to rot in jail, I guess." The door closed immediately after she spoke, her bag tossed on the bed as she sorted through for something more comfortable to wear before flopping down on the bed. Dusty as the sheets were she didn't care, shaking them out for a moment before she checked her phone and then settled in for the night. It was going to be averyinteresting next day, and much to her surprise, she was asleep within ten minutes of crawling into the foreign bed. He closed his door, and stretched his hearing out, listening to the sounds she made as she prepared for bed. He busied himself, going through his clothes, picking out the ones that he would be wearing...to ask her about, send out to have cleaned. Watching the clock, he opened the balcony doors in his chambers. The glass in the doors, and all the windows, were heavily shuttered and blocked out with thick black fabric, to keep the accursed sun at bay. He breathed in the night air, and listened to the sounds of the city that drifted out to his house. They were mostly the same sounds as when he had last gone to sleep, a decade ago. But the timbre had changed once again; the world was always changing, and its song changed with it. It was two in the morning, when he shut the doors, and started to move through the house with the unnatural silence of his kind. He went to the door to his guest, or rather, his new assistant’s room, and opened it. He found her in the bed, sound asleep, with the contents of her bag on the large bed next to her. She was on her back, her head tilted to the side on the pillow, and an arm draped over the top. He had a decision to make: his feeding would make her aroused to some extent, and keep her sedate and calm while it happened. But once he was done, she would regain her composure, and he would have to reveal his secret to her, and what he actually needed her for. At which point she would have to choose to accept it, or he would have to make sure she never shared his secret. If he fed from her neck, it would be that much more intimate, and would be over quickly. If he fed from her wrist, it would take longer, but it would beslightlyless intrusive. She was beautiful in the moonlight through the window, her pale skin and long black tresses. He sat slowly on the bed, careful to disturb her, and lower his mouth to her bare neck. The sharp teeth in his mouth grew, and he quickly punctured her skin, by the artery, before wrapping his lips around the wound. It would bleed profusely, allowing him to swallow her lifeblood easily, before he would seal the opening with a kiss, leaving just the slightest mark. When the door opened Astrid stirred but did not wake, a soft noise spilling from her lips before she settled back down with a steady exhale. The quiet footsteps moving across the room did nothing to wake her either, but the mattress bowing under his weight made her twitch in her sleep. It was the teeth sinking into her neck that made her lashes flutter though, a soft moan leaving her mouth as she struggled to open her eyes. What was happening, and why did it feel so good? Surely she was dreaming, her eyes finally opening and focusing on the form above her. It was little more than a shadow coupled with the sensation of someone sucking on her neck, a whimper slipping out as her hands clutched at the sheets. Her back even arched slightly, pressing her closer to the feeling before it suddenly. Disappeared. The lips pressed against her neck suddenly felt odd, her eyes finally able to fully focus when the form sat up, and she realized just what she was looking at--And what had just happened. A loud shriek left her mouth as her hand flew to her neck, the sheets thrown to the side as she shoved at him and tumbled out of the bed." What thefuckwere you just doing to me?!" Invigorated by her blood, he moved with the speed of his kind. By the time she was upright, he was standing in front of the door, barring the only way out of the room.“I told you before, I havepeculiarneeds.” He stood tall, and allowed the new energy from feeding infuse him, and let the knot of hunger dissipate. If he reacted too quickly, the euphoria of the act might make him do something rash. Not doing any rash is what he needed from her.“Please be calm, and relax yourself. You are not in any danger.” He took out a red cloth, and dabbed at his mouth, wiping away any remains of the act. “Instead of making you puzzle it out on your own, I’m going to be honest with you: I…” He paused for a slightly too long time, before continuing. He had to steel himself, and well as prepare for any reaction from her.“...am a vampire.” Again, he paused, but held his hand up to silence her a moment. “Like I said, you are not in danger. I don’t intend to make you like me, but I am cursed with the need to feed on fresh blood, about once every week or so. Part of you being her, helping me, will be in my feeding.” "You can't just--You can't justbitepeople!" She'd stumbled into the house of a lunatic. A lunatic who could somehow move incredibly fast. Surely it was her barely awake mind playing tricks on her, still in somewhat of a daze as she sat on the floor with a hand to her neck. He'd just bitten her, but pulling her hand away didn't show any blood, which was strange." There's blood on your mouth!" So she wasn't crazy, watching him dab it away so calmly that it made her furious. "A vampire." Her tone was flat as she stared at him, finally forcing herself to her feet and edging back towards the bed. "Vampires aren't real. I don't knowhowyou managed to bite me without tearing out my throat, or if it's all a trick of my mind, and you just stabbed me with needles and then drank my blood, but this--Oh my god, what is going on?" Sinking down on the bed and holding her head in her hands, Astrid shook it slowly." Tell me I'm dreaming, and I didn't just get woken up by an apparent vampire sucking on my neck without permission." "Yes, I can," he said simply. He waited, as patiently as he could, for her to calm down. When had sat down, and recovered a bit, he continued." I am a vampire. And I'm very real. Some of the things you've heard about my kind are true; some are not. I can not get out in the sun, and I must feed on human blood to survive." He walked over to her slowly, watching her closely. If she tried to run, he would be ready to grab her, keep her in the room." If I am not ravenously hungry, I am able to control myself, and not tearing out your throat, as you say. But rest assured, I am quite capable of that. I did bite you, with sharp teeth, but afterward my kiss and closed the wound. As far as permission," he shrugged. "How many people do you think would give me permission? You never asked permission to enter my house earlier, and you got caught. Thisis your punishment." He felt the need to reach out to her, but knew from experiences, that she might not be ready for it. "Although, in the future, you can be awake...and I can feed from your wrist. More...professional away to do it, I suppose." "I didn't enter your house, that asshole did. I was on the porch the whole time, so your punishment is a bit much!" She should have known the entire thing was too good to be true, and now she was stuck in a situation that, if she didn't comply, would get her killed." If youevertouch me while I'm sleeping again, I'll leave every curtain and window in this house open for when the sun comes up, do you understand me? I'm not going to be some blood slave like that crap in the movies. Since I clearly don't have much of a choice in the matter, though, we can figure out something more amicable after I've actually slept." She muttered under her breath." If I'm even able to after that." How had it been so relaxing during the actual act? Her body still felt slightly warm, and she shifted back towards the head of the bed to tug at the covers. "Can you please go for now, before I lose what's left of my sanity?" He stepped forward, to stand in front of her, and reached out to grasp her by the neck. His hand wrapped around her throat, and his fingers and thumb settled in underneath her ears. His grip wasn't tight enough to restrict her breathing, but it was as immovable as iron, holding her in place with her head lifted to look at him." You and yourfriendcame here with every intention of violating my home. You said yourself you wanted to explore. The fact that you didn't get past the porch before the bumbling fool brought the police doesn't matter one bit. You woke me from my sleep, and that ismorethan enough. You should consider yourself lucky I didn't let you rot in that jail, or worse. There are ones of my kind that would havefeastedon you for far less." He reached forward with his other hand, to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, the gentleness of the action in stark contrast to the unyielding grip on her neck. "How I treat you is up to you, little Astrid. If you behave, and do the small things that I ask, you'll have freedom and security you never had before; but if you don't...well, I will take what I need. Your threats are endearing; don't ever do it again." He let her go, and turned to leave the room, his footsteps making no sound. At the door, her turned to her once more. "Good night Astrid. You have my word, you may sleep safely now. I will leave a note in the kitchen with your tasks for tomorrow, and then I will rise as the sun sets, and we can discuss the details of your...employment...further." With that he left and shut the door, allowing her her sleep. During the night, he called the firm that handled his finances, and they were able to set up what he asked for. He needed to uphold his end of the bargain, to ensure her compliance. He liked her fire, the way she didn't cower before him. To have to kill her would be a shame. To that end, he left her instructions, as he said, but also some other items. The note read as such:Astrid, Your tasks for today are to clean the entry hall and kitchen. As time goes on you can clean a few rooms pre day, on rotation. You may also stock the pantry as you see fit, and collect any items from your apartment. If you need to void the lease, call the number below; the people there will take care of it. You may also make purchases for your room, and wardrobe, as you choose. To help with purchases, there is credit card enclosed. Please be frugal with it, I do not want for money, but it is not unlimited. Also, there is a number for a car service, should you need to travel.~The note included the two phone numbers, and paper clipped to it was a Silver Visa card, freshly issued, in her name. Besides, on a silver key ring, was a key to the front door, and a small note with the code to disarm the security system. "Only because we thought it was empty! Get off of me!" Her hands clawed at his angrily, trying to push him away even as she found there was no way that she could. "I'm not a child, don't tell me to behave after you've just wrapped your hand around my neck. Stay the hell away from me!" Coughing when he released her, and she could finally speak again, Astrid glared at him and rubbed at her throat." Get the hell out of my room." Already turning away to burrow back under the covers as the door closed, she laid there for some time simply staring at the wall. Thrown in jail, bitten, threatened, it was a far cry from how she had wanted her night to be. He had given her his word she would be allowed to sleep, but it still took several hours before she was able to actually fall asleep again. By that point she wasn't able to get much sleep before getting up for the day, shuffling downstairs and finding the note quickly enough." Asshole." Great way to start the day, and she ran a hand through her sleep tousled hair before staring at everything he'd left her. A key, a credit card, and access to a vehicle and a way to get out of her lease. It seemed a bit much, but if he was going to force her to give him blood, then why not utilize those things? Walking everywhere didn't sound very pleasant anyway. "Whatever, might as well get started." The kitchen would need to be cleaned before she could properly stock it with food, so she set to work on that first, finding herself thoroughly disgusted with the condition of it. Honestly, how could anyone live like this? He laid on the bed, falling into his vampire slumber as the sun raised. As he was falling to sleep, he reminded himself that she needed a collar; she was going to be moving in the world of the undead, and a collar marking her as ‘his’, so to speak, would help keep her safe. When he awoke with the setting sun, he got up and dressed. He chose something much more casual, a collared t-shirt and dark pants, with a dark gray sport coat over top. He combed his hair, made sure he was presentable, before heading out of his chambers. He went downstairs first, to see what kind of cleaning his new girl had done. The kitchen was pristine, and he surveyed the entry hall, before calling out for her.“Astrid, good evening! How was your day?” "You keep your ass out of that kitchen, the floor's still dryin'!" Coming down the stairs so fast that she nearly stumbled, Astrid placed a hand on her hip and glared at him. "I'm still angry at you, mister vampire, and if you mess up the kitchen I spent most of the day cleaning, I'm going to be even more mad!" She'd spent most of the day cleaning, putting food into the pantry, and taking care of her apartment now that she had no purpose for it." I still gotta move the rest of my stuff here tomorrow. It was a busy day, and I'm cranky." Standing at the bottom of the stairs glaring at him, she pursed her lips before dusting off her clothing. The leggings and shirt she was wearing still had dust build up on it, bits and pieces in her hair that she tried to pat down. "I was just about to go shower. What do you need?" At least his teeth weren't in her neck this time, but she still kept her distance for the moment. She came stumbling down the stairs in a rush, and glared at him. He sighed heavily, and then walked into the parlor, sitting in the overstuffed chair. She was brash, and disrespectful, and that would have to change.“Come sit, Astrid,” he told her simply, and waited until she had taken a seat before he began. “Let’s make a few things clear, young lady. I am not mister vampire. I Amir, or Master Donovan. Capitalized, if you can follow me. Secondly, you can treat this as a job if you want, which would make me your employer. I expected to be treated as such. I understand that you worked hard today, but if I wanted to use my kitchen, I will use my kitchen.” He held his hand up, silencing her. “I’m not going to make messes willfully, just for you to clean.” And honestly, the kitchen was a poor example, since he had little use for the room in the first place.“Thirdly,” he continued, “I arise every evening at sundown. I expect you to be cleaned and properly dressed at that time. Regardless of how busy your day was, or howcrankyyou are, I expect you to act, at least, professionally.” He stood and crossed to her, lifting her chin with his fingers. “Saturdays evenings are an exception, you can do as you want then; provided I have fed on Friday.” He started to walk out of the room. “Tomorrow, I need to go out, make some calls in my social circles. I’ll need you to accompany me, and you will be presentable. Cocktail attire, and there is a necklace you’ll need to wear, that shows you are.with...me. I will have that by tomorrow.” He hesitated, and didn’t use the term ‘belong’. He didn’t think she was ready for that yet. "Forced employer, I will remind you. It was either this, prison, or death." Neither of the other two sounded pleasant, although she was beginning to reconsider prison with the way things are going. "I should hope you're not going to, or I'll Marchman back to jail just so I don't have to deal with it." Muttering under her breath since he seemed insistent she needed to listen to everything he said, Astrid crossed her arms over her chest even as his hand brushed over her skin." Did you ever stop to think that maybe I would be more agreeable if you would stop touching me without permission, or have you been away from people that long? A lot of us humans don't like being touched by strangers, and considering that the first two times you really touched me were to bite me and nearly choke me, it's no wonder I have an attitude with you. Punishment or not, if you expect me to respect your rules and speak to you kinder, then you need to respect that my body is my own, and stop touching it without a warning or a request." Standing back up now that he was clearly done speaking, she placed a hand on her hip and stared at him." Is that everything you need for the moment, Sir?" He sighed as she stood up. “If you wish, I will be more mindful. But you need to…” he trailed off, lost in thought. “Respect my rules, and be polite. And I will be respectful ofyourbody.” He turned to leave, but stopped at the door. “Don’t think that going back to jail on your own is an escape. I don’t have many rules, and I don’t ask for much, compared to women who’ve lived here in the past. How does my house compare to your little flat?” He strode from the parlor, heading up the stairs. “I don’t need anything from you tonight. But remember, tomorrow. At sundown. Properly dressed.” With that, he went through the door at the end of the hall opposite his chambers, leaving her to her own devices.

Mischief Makers [cincinnatus x Degu]|rating:3.0

Dunwater - The High Street Arrival

(thread is for the free-form psychological horror group game 'Dun water'. Please use the below posting format for all IC posts. There is no strict posting order, I will try to respond with GM posts whenever characters interact with the environment or NPC's. That said if there is dialogue between multiple NPC's try to make sure everyone is getting to post a roughly equal amount. Ideally posts should be every few days, helped by the loose post order. Posting Format:Code: [Select][hr][float left][IMG height=200]~text?outsize=14&amp;TXT=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200[/IMG][/float left][b]Name:[/b] [b]Location:[/b] (As far as they know, where are they)[b]Content:[/b] (Please use this to warn of any extreme content)[b]Carrying:[/b] (What do they have on their person at this time)[hr]Links (Will be made nicer) Recruitment Thread: Character Sheets: Chat: (High Street Arrival): (Shopping Mall Arrival): Welcome to DunwaterEnjoy your Stay. Tagging: Kerry, All camp; Laurel Kerry and his hitchhiker would make their way toward Dun water along a series of twisting, confusing roads. The only fortune in the strange construction was the lack of turnings making it impossible to get lost following the relatively simple note. On the trip through the spring time woodlands it seemed the light was draining, perhaps as either the canopy above or fog thickened. Then again, the canopy seemed less likely with a simple glance up as it looked like the trees in this part of the wood had yet to regain their leaves. Their empty branches scratched up into the sky, swaying lightly in the breeze and casting spidery shadows along the road. The road, for its part, had become obscured by the shadows and considerably less easy to travel along. It at least meant slowing up, particularly given the sharp corners. The handwritten note tucked under his windscreen wiper had informed him of an excessive payment for relatively easy work, although it had only provided two turns worth of directions to a town called Dun water. On that trek Kerry passed All, a girl with her own reasons to get to Dun water who took the opportunity to catch a ride the remainder of the way. Her own journey had been an uncomfortable enough one already, with the heavy woods around Dun water not making cross-country walking an enjoyable experience. The ground was muddy and wet, carpeted with more than enough leaves to conceal puddles of water and treacherous, slick mud. Most of her journey had at least been via public transport and wandering along the roadside, but as she had been getting closer the ground had been covered in more and more sodden fallen leaves, a strange sight in Spring.(well they got along the two spent fifteen minutes in the car together winding and weaving through the trees and fog, they eventually came to the first real landmark in some time. Just as Kerry's note had specified there was a parking area at the side of the road. It really wasn't much to look at, but he'd been asked to meet the car owner here at eleven, which ought to have been fast approaching. But as the idea of time came up it could quickly be noticed that the car's clock read 3 PM, an impossibility as not fifteen minutes earlier it had been around 10:30 AM. If any phones were checked their clocks would agree with the car, although there was no reception or connectivity in this area. Understandable on some level, given the extremely rural area with very minimal infrastructure. In itself the parking area was hard gravel at the side of the road, just big enough to park about five cars ends to end along the roadside. It didn't even half so much as a picnic table, the only real feature being a small S.O.S phone with which to call the emergency services if necessary. Just up ahead, somewhat concealed by the fog, was a sign post. Not a road sign, but at least evidence they were in the right place, the dark sign was printed with the following. Welcome to DunwaterEnjoy your Stay. The sign itself was metal painted black, with white lettering, and did very poorly at looking welcoming. To top off the dismal image it had several of the fallen leaves stuck to it, and a good deal of water as though recently rained on. In fact, in this parking area, everything had both the look, scent and feeling of damp. If one was to get out of the car they would feel the cool but heavy humidity immediately, coupled with the distinct scent of rotten wet leaves. It was not abhorrent, as the scent of a rotten animal, but it was noticeable and not at all pleasurable. While wet and lightly uncomfortable it did at least come with a relaxing quiet, with the only real sound being the wind lightly rushing through the trees. There was no evidence of anyone else nearby, and the parking area looked completely unused. For that matter there was no sign of the anonymous person in need of auto-repairs that had given Kerry his note either. That was, at least, until the quiet and calm was interrupted by someone approaching through the nearby woodland. The first sound was the crunching of the odd twig and the slick of shoes making their way through the slick mud. It wasn't long before a woman made her way out to the roadside opposite the parking area. Laurel's journey had taken a rather drastic turn relative to Kerry & All's. She wasn't even attempting to visit Dun water, but her route detoured through the winding roads around the bank of the Danish. As she had driven a thick fog fell, shadows creeping over the road and speed being slowed by necessity. The longer the trip continued the more she would feel a haze and dizziness rising up. As it reached a peak it only took two blinks in quick succession for her vision to fade and black out. She remembered that much, but awoke in a car in no state to drive. Odder still was the fact she was entirely unharmed, and the car itself was easily forty feet off the road and fully surrounded by trees, which had come to no harm either. It was as though the car had been parked here, and the woodland had grown up around it, enclosing it. In fact on getting out and inspecting it really did just look parked, not having even contacted any of the trees or suffered so much as a scratch. However, the battery and engine seemed to be dead, and even if it could be started driving out would be impossible. The only resolution became a phone call, but there was no reception there either. Fortunately through the treeline it was just about possible to make out a road, and the best option at this point was surely to find anyone who could either make sense of the situation or find a way to rescue the car. She could take what she wanted, and what could be carried by just her, before making her way up to the road where she would hear a car parking at the roadside just ahead. Fortunate timing, at least, as two figures she could just about see looked around. It was her turn to notice the heaviness of the humidity in the air and the strangeness of the autumnal conditions around her, if she could find the focus to pull away from her very odd arrival. It was only a few moments to get out of the treeline and onto the roadside, which showed no sign of any traffic, and try to see if the two knew anything. They were just over the road, with the Dun water sign to her left and the road right disappearing off into the woods. From here Dun water was entirely obscured, somewhat by the very dense treeline but also by the fog limiting visibility to no further than forty feet at best. The sign itself now held more than a little irony, with the arrival already providing considerably more frustration than enjoyment. Feel free to have your first post include your character's reaction to the experiences covered above, how the two in the car see each other and are interacting and a reaction to a very strange car accident for Laurel. Things of note would be the strange weather, fallen leaves, damp, fog, clocks shifting forwards four hours, lack of reception, missing person Kerry was meant to meet. That and first impressions of the Dun water sign. The characters from here can't really see much more than very vague outlines of the first buildings on the street as their view is so limited by the fog. Kerry's car is just by them and still drivable, but Laurel's can't really even be seen from the roadside and would be as good as impossible to recover. (Hansen (#msg14249134)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:Sane, safe, and soft as a baby bunny's butt! Carrying:Currently just her cell phone and wallet. Her bag is in Kerry's trunk. Alli had woken up this morning and hopped out of bed jubilantly. Her roommate had just finished packing her belongings to go home for Spring Break but still had an early morning class to attend, so she was there and frowning when All threw back the covers." What the hell is wrong with you?" Jessica asked dubiously. In all the months they had been living together, Jessica had never known All to be a morning person. All bounced up to Jessica and gave her a huge unrequited hug." It's Spring Break, Jessica!" All exclaimed, as if the other girl didn't already know this. All flounced off to the bathroom and Jessica took this time to exit the dorm quickly. All brushed her teeth and pulled on the clothes she'd laid out the night before. Black tee shirt, black jeans, black boots, and her faithful gray jacket. She'd taken a shower the night before and packed. In her hiker's backpack, she'd packed a couple changes of clothes, a towel, rope, flashlight, simple tool kit, pocketknife, first aid kit, and a few cans of veggies and beans. Below the pack and affixed to it, was a nicely rolled blanket and bedroll. She picked up the pack, swung it on her back and retrieved her cell phone and wallet. She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at herself approvingly. This was it. The big day she would start her quest to find her brother. Or at least to find Connor's ghost. She knew he was dead. She felt it in her soul the day he'd let go of her hand in the Danish River and the current had taken his body under. It was her "Spooking" friends that had told her of Dun water. They had planned to go on a hunt for the lost town later that year, but All secretly planned to head there first. And alone. They said you could reconnect with your lost loved ones in the ghost town and that was just what she was going to do. Alli nodded at herself, then departed. She walked over to Highland to get her final paycheck and a large Americano, then to the campus bank to deposit it. Then she took the familiar bus home to her parents' house, sipping her drink along the way. It was a good hour's drive out of the city, past the suburbs to the outskirts near the Danish River. The modest three bedroom home had a fairly nice backyard before reaching the river and the houses on either side were a good twenty yards apart. She swung down her pack, making sure to hide it well in the bushes before entering her home. She said hello to her parents, grabbed a Kind granola bar, and told them she'd be spending the week at Dani's house. Furthermore, she left just as quickly as she'd entered, though her parents were used to the whirlwind that was All. Outside, All took off her jacket and tied it around her waist, grabbed her pack, slugging it back on her shoulders, and took off in the direction of the Danish River, away from the city. Munching on her Kind bar and sipping her coffee, she beamed at the gorgeous day. She wanted desperately to go back home and grab her Nikon D4S and just waste the day taking pictures, but she was motivated and determined. As the last house on the road drew near, she walked up and deposited her empty cup and wrapper in the stranger's trash can, and then continued on her path. After walking about an hour, All started noticing the lack of leaves on the trees. She slipped two or three times as the amount of dead leaves on the ground became more copious. Fog began building right before her eyes and it sent chills up her spine. She sat her pack down and shrugged back on her jacket. Replacing her pack, she began rethinking her hike. She trudged back up the road and began flagging down cars. About fifteen minutes go by until a young man, perhaps just a bit older than herself, stopped on the side of the road. Without even a second thought, she happily slung her pack into his trunk and plopped down into the passenger seat of his car. She learned the man's name was Kerry, but anything after that went unlearned, as All began talking so much that the man couldn't get another word in edgewise. She told him excitedly about where she was going and why she was going there and what she planned to do upon arrival. Alli had been talking so much that she only stopped when she noticed Kerry had pulled over his car. Confused she looked around and then back at him, fear blossoming in the pit of her stomach. Had she been wrong to get in the car with him? She was always doing that. Always leaping before thinking. Was this incident going to be the one that finally gets her killed? He was studying a note and looking at the time. His car clock said 3 PM, but that couldn't be right, could it? She hadn't been talking for four hours, had she? She took out her phone. It had a black sparkly cover and a pink and black kitty keychain hanging from it. She glanced at the time and noticed the car clock was correct. She furrowed her brow in consternation. Kerry got out of the car and All followed suit, chewing on her lower lip and debating on making a run for it. (Bayer (#msg14249261)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:A little memorized, supremely comfusedCarrying:Wallet, phone, gum, cigarettes, lighter. He didn't have a name for her,'I ought to.' he thought on occasion, but he couldn't commit enough to anything. His car was just his car. It was his favorite thing on the planet, but it was his Fox body. She went by many names, the Mustang, The Ford, The car, Kerry liked 'Fox body' the most, but it was only the model name for the chassis. There were many other cars that could have been called the same thing. And, among Mustang enthusiasts, it wasn't exactly a mark of adoration. Most airheads hated this model. Of course, it was possible that his car was the fastest '81 Fox body in the country. Kerry knew the flaws, She had the same engine that she was born with, but everything was modified. It was an original car that only looked like a Mustang. Being alone on the road with this car was the only real peace that he'd ever found. He listened to his music, and he smoked his cigarettes. Kerry had driven over 200,000 miles in this car. And, she'd never felt more healthy. Fog was annoying. There was nothing he could do about it. Kerry liked to move fast behind the wheel when he was alone, but fog didn't allow for that. Even fog lights limited his vision too much to move safely at high speeds. So, as it rolled in around his car, he shifted down and let third gear slow him down. He was still over the speed limit by about seven miles per hour. A chain of cars ahead of him were slowly moving. He could only see brake lights in the thickening haze. Cursing to himself, Kerry instinctively turned down his music. He'd been giving the car directly in front of him about seven seconds of breathing room. Now almost twenty under the speed limit, he had his fingers to his temple and the undeniable desire to light a cigarette. His right hand flashed from the gear shifter and landed on the seat beside him. Watching the road, he whipped a smoke out. Looking to his right to locate his fire, Kerry brought the lighter to his lipped CIG as he brought his eyes to the road again. The brake lights were moving to the left, but he could see far enough to know that the road was straight." The hell..." His eyes spotted her and the lighter flicked back into the place he'd found it, the cigarette was still inactive between his lips. Kerry was in the habit of talking to himself. For the last two years and some change, he'd spent most of his time alone." What're you donging?...." The car started to slow even more. The boyish driver made eye contact and offered a carefree smile. Shifting down again to first, the roaring of his engine calmed and he pulled over. A part of him couldn't believe that it was happening. Sexy hitchhikers don't happen. He knew as well as anyone that she was asking for trouble. Beyond his natural desire to be closer to a pretty girl, Kerry felt obligated to pick her up, confident that the next driver to see her would pick her up and kill her. As he pulled over he offered a wave and a nod. A familiar sense, his eyes said that he might have known her. A calm recollection was in his brief look. Of course, Kerry didn't know this person, but his eyes often had that glow to them, almost unimpressed, and bored. He kept his focus on the mirrors to make sure he wasn't about to get rear ended or hijacked. It made sense in his mind immediately,'this is probably a trap.' Like he thought before, beautiful hitchhikers didn't happen in his world. His hazard lights flicked on as he came to stop. The trunk opened, and Kerry turned his head to talk to her through the hatch, "Anywhere is fine. If you can find the space." It was a well organized trunk, and it was obvious that the man liked his tools, but there was space, and there didn't seem to be a drop of oil or grime on anything. Even the rag that was laying on top of his toolbox was of nearly a spotless white. Kerry's cigarette found its way back into the pack as the stranger got into his passenger seat. He wanted to impress the adorable hitchhiker if possible, and lighting a cigarette as soon as she entered wouldn't send the right message. A smoker choosing not to smoke was courteous... There was no way she could have missed the act as he introduced himself and left the pack of smokes on the dash. The rest of what he'd been keeping on the passenger seat was followed. Two items: his phone and his lighter." Huh..." Kerry suddenly realized that his music had stopped playing when he moved his phone. Checking his phone for a moment, he saw two things, the time, and the lack of service. It was only 10:29 am,"Bad service out here." The passing comment was basically the last thing Kerry got to say before This little chipper kitten had invaded upon his space. He decided to play downloaded music instead of streaming it from the net while she started to pick up steam. He kept the volume low and found himself interested in the story she WS telling, even if what he had heard was unbelievable. Kerry didn't believe in that stuff, but he smiled at her when he understood her intentions. She missed someone she loved. That was easy to understand. This wasn't an entirely new experience for him. He didn't like to insult people, and he didn't get a rise from telling them to shut up if they were talking too much. He also didn't mind asking questions. If someone was open to the idea of sharing, he wasn't going to shy away from leading them toward the discussion that they wanted to have. She was eager to speak, and Kerry was perfectly fine just going along for the ride. He kept the speed low, and manageable. As he took corners, his passive approach to steering made the car move as smooth as an ice skate through the fog. Dunwater sign, looking for the guy, perfectly on time... Kerry was stunned. This was odd. His first instinct was that he had had a psychotic episode and lost four hours with this woman.' I blacked out and went axe murderer without motive?'didn't cross his mind often, but it was nice to see her happily confused along with him, looking at her phone. "The time, its..." He couldn't explain it. Exiting the car, Kerry could smell the pinch of coming rain. Something was familiar. It crawled up his neck as if death had touched him. A groan escaped him, reaching into the car for his lighter. Now that he wasn't in a confined space with the woman, he allowed himself the space to smoke freely." Don't worry, the car is fine, I'll take you where you need to go, just, was supposed to meet someone here for work. I guess I'm four hours late." Kerry scratched his head as he smoked. There was no explanation for this. One absurd suggestion swept through his mind at the same time. 'Is All a ghost?' and 'we passed into a different time zone' both crossed his mind for the blink of an eye. When one girl shouted that she'd found her friend Sarah, Kerry looked at the other woman, nodded to no one in particular and turned, "Samantha..." A curious sound." Huh... small world." He'd never met Samantha, he barely knew All, and something very exhausting was on his mind. Turning his back on the women, Kerry peered back into the fog that he'd just driven through, contemplating the explanation further. He was a statue with a potable elbow, resting it on his other folded arm between drags. He was dressed in his typical clothing, a pair of jeans, a white tank top to maintain temperature, a fitted button up and a cardigan that creased perfectly over his shoulders. Only his jeans were buttoned to the top. Kerry was a realist. The mystery was obvious, but he hadn't the creativity to solve this puzzle, nor the pieces to make a valiant effort instead. He was almost lost in the thick layers of ethereal white-smoke like fog. Half of his smoke was gone. He wasn't sure how long he'd been looking off into the fog. He checked his phone again, half suspecting it to say seven o'clock now. It hadn't changed again. He turned around to make way toward the two women on the road with him." I can't figure it out." He called to them with a heavy shrug." I guess it's Three o'clock." Shaking his head, defeat seemed to wash over him with ease. His steps were easy, Kerry had a natural strut, as if nothing was bothering him, investigating every little mystery around him, leading with his chest, and a tilted head." Cigarettes?" He didn't hold out the pack or anything, it was a simple question. If they wanted to smoke, he could help them accomplish the goal. (Hansen (#msg14249134)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:Sane, safe, and soft as a baby bunny's butt! Carrying:Currently just her cell phone and wallet. Her bag is in Kerry's trunk. At the sound of his words, All let out breath she didn't even know she was holding. Ok, good. So he hadn't pulled over to murder her and dispose of her body. Things were looking up. Not to mention, she was pretty sure she'd just seen the sign for Dun water." Yeah, how weird is that?" All asked Kerry. "I could have sworn you only picked me up no more than 15 minutes ago, and it was about 10:30." She frowned, nibbling more on that lower lip and furrowing her brow in consternation. "But hey!" She exclaimed, her face brightening up again. "Do you see that sign?" She squinted, seemingly blind to Kerry's zoning out, absorbed in her own revelations. "I think we've found it! I think we've found Dun water!" She did a happy dance and turned to face him, noticing his hand extended offering his pack of cigarettes. All scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue. "No, thanks," she stated before turning to rummage around in his trunk for all her stuff she'd unceremoniously dumped there. She noticed his clean and organized trunk and was momentarily sorry for her lack of caution when placing her things. She withdrew her baggage and hefted it onto her back." So..." All cleared her throat and looked around at the empty street. "How long do you have to wait here for your guy?" She looked up at him. She hesitated a minute, having taken a moment to really look at him for the first time since he'd picked her up. He was average height (though any height is tall compared to All) and clean-shaven but slightly disheveled in that sexy carefree way. His bright blue eyes seemed to light up in the surrounding fog. She blushed and looked away, mentally kicking herself for staring at him. What the hell, All. When have YOU ever been swept up by a guy's looks? (Bayer (#msg14249261)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:A little memorized, supremely comfusedCarrying:Wallet, phone, gum, cigarettes, lighter.“Yeah.” Kerry tried to show some level of excitement for her. But, there was no fucking way he was going to get them lost. He checked his maps, well aware that he was travelling into the hills. He made sure to plot his course when he’d gotten off of the interstate.“I’m happy we found it.” He wasn’t the type to try and prove to her just how prepared he’d been, or even tell her. It was better this way, that she viewed it as a miraculous occasion. It made sense to him. Right, she doesn’t like cigarettes.“I’ll be careful with ya.” Kerry moved in a way that protected her from the smoke. He took a moment to catch the delicate direction of the wind, and rotated around her to keep the draft in her favor. She was a busy person though. He couldn’t help but notice. Even outside the car now, he felt like he was spinning in a windstorm. Turning with her again, this time she was moving. Still, she had up and gathered her things from his trunk. It showed every sign that she was leaving. Then she said that she was waiting with him for his customer to arrive. Kerry was looking directly at her, trying to figure out what was going on. He could swear that he saw something in her. He took a moment to smile in response to her eye contact. Furthermore, he smiled the same way he walked, he looked like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Leaning away, he looked to the right of her. Embarrassed for himself too. He still hadn’t looked down at her body, only in flashes by accident, and without his focus. He could tell that she was pretty, that part was easy. Deciding not to look was difficult, mostly because he wanted to do it badly. It felt wrong to look, getting caught was a humiliation that he had decided not to tolerate for a long time. His eyes squinted. Kerry was not following well.“Uhm, I don’t think we’ll be waiting for him. I’ll try to find his car in town, Dun water didn’t look very big on the map.” Kerry checked over his shoulder. It was a nervous habit, always worried that someone was listening to him, or about to sneak up behind his back.“Listen. I know we just met, but I don’t really like the idea of you alone on the highway.” He gestured to her bags, and his open trunk.“... Or even in town…” He hadn’t wanted to say that. His eyes went downward. But, he checked around him again. There really wasn't much of a town yet to speak of. It still felt dangerous here.“Let me take you to your friends in town, at least.” Kerry might have misheard her, he was pretty sure that she had mentioned friends in town. But he didn’t remember exactly. Surely, she hadn’t just hitchhiked into a town filled with nothing but strangers. Kerry knew that some people did stupid things, but he was having trouble believing it. She seemed smart to him, a bit frantic, but smart. (Novak (#msg14252529)Location:On the road near some place called Dun water, apparently. Content:Bad language. Carrying:iPhone. Good quality sunglasses. Wallet. Keys. Folding pocket knife. Granola bar. Small metal box of wintergreen Altoids. Backpack Laptop, large sketchbook, drawing pencils, erasers, 6 granola bars, ziplock bag of chocolate covered raisins, cell and laptop chargers, small toiletries kit, a 1 liter bottle of water, socks, underwear, spare T-shirt, and a Gerber multi tool. It was bad enough that Laurel couldn’t figure out how she ended up on the rough road, but the thick fog made no sense at all. To top it all off, she started feeling strangely sleepy in spite of it being mid-morning. She tried to shake it off, but it got worse with every slow mile, making her feel dizzy and unable to focus. Just as she looked for a place to pull over...BLINK Laurel opened her eyes. She was in her Jeep, nothing hurt as it should have if she’d run the vehicle off the road, and she was in the woods? She blinked a few times, then got out of the Jeep and stood by it while she looked around in confusion. The road she’d been driving on was nowhere nearby; there was nothing but trees, wet leaves on the soggy ground, and wisps of fog. Not a scratch on her car but then again driving off the road couldn’t begin to explain why it was sitting as if perfectly placed in a made to order spot that was exactly the right size. A walk around confirmed that the car and all the surrounding trees were unblemished, and there was no physical way that a vehicle could have been driven there. What the actual fuck?“Okay, so,” she asked herself quietly. “Magic? Head injury? I’m still asleep and having the universe’s weirdest dream?” Laurel took a deep breath and decided to just treat this like a normal accident for right now and call for help.“Damn. No signal.” She frowned at her cell. “And I’ve lost four hours?! No, that can’t be right.” A look at the clock on the dashboard showed about the same time as the cell. Not sure why she bothered, she tried to start the engine. The click-click of a dead battery was easily recognizable and was the last straw. Laurel put the keys in her pocket and packed up what she knew she could carry. She left the cooler after removing one of the water bottles, and grabbed the multi tool from the glove box. The suitcase was a tad too big to lug with her, so she pulled out her small toiletries case, a few days worth of underwear and socks, and a spare T-shirt that she managed to get into her backpack after a few minutes of shifting the contents around and swearing. She took a walk around her poor trapped Jeep, taking pictures on her cell just in case she had to prove the situation to someone. Or herself. The faint sound of an engine gave her a direction to squint at, and she was just barely able to make out the road. A road at least. Laurel shouldered her backpack on and set out. The ground was a bit soft and the wet leaves made it slippery, so she walked carefully. She reached the road in time to hear a car parking to the side up ahead. That was a relief in spite of the humidity and the fog. If she were honest, it both felt and smelled a lot like autumn. Which made no sense. Nothing had made sense since she’d turned onto this damned road. She tried to shake off the sense of wrongness as she walked towards the two figures that had exited the car. The depressing Welcome to Dunwatersign failed to make her feel any better.“Hello,” Laurel called out when she approached the people. She hoped she could at least get a ride to a working phone so she could make a call. (Hansen (#msg14249134)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:Sane, safe, and soft as a baby bunny's butt! Carrying:Cell phone, wallet, and now her entire pack:Backpack couple changes of clothes, a towel, rope, flashlight, bedroll, simple tool kit, pocketknife, first aid kit, and a few cans of veggies and beans. Alli looked back to him puzzled." Wait, what?" She looked at the sign and squinted. She couldn't see more than 10 yards ahead of her." Isn't that the town?" She wrinkled her nose and squinted harder, trying to make out the distance." No friends, just me,"she mumbled absently as she looked ahead. Then her eyes went wide, and she slowly turned back to him, realizing she'd just admitted she was going this alone and there wasn't a single soul around to hear her scream... Ugh. She'd been watching too many horror movies lately. Who was she kidding? She honestly felt pretty comfortable and secure around Kerry. And given the state of the weather, it would feel good to trust and walk with someone, rather than going it alone. See, All? You did it again, this leaping before thinking thing. And she was about to do it again." Haven't you heard about Dun water? It isn't on the map. Technically it doesn't even exist. It's a local legend around here. It was constructed some time in the early 1900s but everyone that worked on it or searched for it died or disappeared. After while, people started believing that maybe it had never existed at all! Of course, I knew that wasn't true. Like I told you before, I've been spooking (her and her friends' word for ghost hunting) for years. I just knew this place was real. C'mon! Let's go on foot and check this out! We're about to make history!" She was excited, and she blabbed on and on when excited. It could be considered a fault. Well, yeah, definitely a fault, she thought, noticing the weary look in Kerry's eyes. Perhaps her hyper attitude was weighing on him. She should really tone it down some, but she just couldn't help herself! She was so close to the town that boasted a reconciliation with her brother. With a jolt, All heard the greeting from behind." Hello,"came the call in a female voice. All whirled around to see a tall, graceful, and very fit woman walking their way. She was gorgeous in a very simplistic sort of way with her jeans, t-shit, and leather jacket. Eyeing her cautiously (perhaps for the first time in her life), All called back,"Hello there! Are you looking for Dun water as well?" It was at this point she had a realization that this could very well be one of the legendary Dun water ghosts. Perhaps one of the hitchhikers that had been lost trying to find the place. She leaned over to Kerry suspiciously and spoke to him out of the corner of her mouth." You see her too... Right?" (Bayer (#msg14249261)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:A little memorized, supremely comfusedCarrying:Wallet, phone, gum, cigarettes, lighter. From where Kerry was standing, he hadn’t had a chance to see Laurel coming toward them. His back was turned to her, and his focus was very brightly centered on All. He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, or why he felt so protective of the effervescent little blonde. But she just seemed like she was going to need some help. The feeling overwhelmed him enough to forget that he was going to need some help too. Kerry had up and stumbled his way into a situation that was way above his head. Somehow, he had become more clueless than anyone around him.“You must have better eyes than me.” Kerry looked in the direction that All had pointed, and through the thick fog, he could make out a few buildings, but it didn’t look like much of anything. With everything all combined, he was starting to feel like he was being trapped again, like something was about to sneak out and surprise him. He was more confused and less surprised than he thought he would be when he actually checked his six again. There was another girl walking toward them.“And no…” Kerry wasn’t a snooker. He didn’t believe in ghosts, and he didn’t come here for anything important. It was just another job. He’d been given a note to look for Dun water, he had instructions, and he found his way. It had been odd to him that Dun water wasn’t actually on the map. The roads were, though. And that had been enough for his mind to rationalize it all.“I don’t know this place at all. I guess I'm all for making history though if you Fe--” He turned with All as she greeted the stranger.“Hey!” His voice was easy and pointed at the same time.“This is weird…” Pointing to the ground, Kerry didn’t mean anything by it, he just didn’t know exactly how to say hi in this station. Alli was too happy for how convinced she was for a moment that she was looking at a ghost. He spoke quietly to her,“yes, All. I see her too.” He was with it, the excitement was abounded from his new travelling companion. He didn’t so much love the idea of leaving his car behind. It could charge their phones if they needed it, and it had a convenient way of carrying all of his stuff with him, but he was just going to listen to the lady at this point. He expected the two women to introduce each other and start making contact, and he wanted to distance himself from that a little bit. Still smoking, Kerry crossed to his car and grabbed his own duffle bag. Digging a bit, he grabbed his emergency kit from under his tools and slung that around his shoulder with the much heavier duffle.“We just came into town, like four hours late somehow.” He was speaking to Laurel, unaware of her name. Locking up his car, he hoisted his things and made the few steps over to stand beside All again. (Novak (#msg14252529)Location:(As far as they know, where are they)Content:Bad language. Carrying:iPhone. Good quality sunglasses. Wallet. Keys. Folding pocket knife. Granola bar. Small metal box of wintergreen Altoids. Backpack Laptop, large sketchbook, drawing pencils, erasers, 6 granola bars, ziplock bag of chocolate covered raisins, cell and laptop chargers, small toiletries kit, a 1 liter bottle of water, socks, underwear, spare T-shirt, and a Gerber multi tool. Lengthening her stride, Laurel closed the distance between her and the parked car fairly quickly; other people were a good thing right now. Probably. She smiled at the female.“Looking for Dun water? No, not on purpose.” She extended her hand. “Laurel Novak. I was headed out to the coast and ended up on the wrong road or something like that.” If these two were intentionally on their way to Dun water then they should know about the area and might help Laurel with the making contact and getting transport to where Sheridan to be. She wasn’t sure what the heck to say about her Jeep’s location if they asked how she ended up on foot. She hoped to come up with an answer that didn’t make her sound completely crazy. She noticed the guy keeping kind of off to the side. Shy maybe? Or just a polite smoker? Then his comment filtered through to her brain.‘Four hours late somehow.’ Like the four hours Laurel was missing. She wasn’t sure if that was comforting or disturbing, but she was going to have to ask at some point. (Hansen (#msg14249134)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:Sane, safe, and soft as a baby bunny's butt! Carrying:Cell phone, wallet, and now her entire pack:Backpack couple changes of clothes, a towel, rope, flashlight, bedroll, simple tool kit, pocketknife, first aid kit, and a few cans of veggies and beans. Not on purpose, Alli thought, brow furrowed, lower lip being gnawed on. If she wasn't hiking for the town, what was she doing out here? She turned to look at Kerry as he spoke and saw him pointing at the ground. He seemed like one of those 'awkward but in an adorable way' sort of guys. She grinned at him." Alli Hansen,"she stated back at the other girl, smiling and shaking her hand. The girl had a firm handshake, and she seemed pretty firm everywhere else as well. Tall with a nice athletic build, Laurel looked like she could take care of herself. Far better than perhaps All could, which had her thinking." You got on the wrong road? Where is your car?" She watched Kerry getting his stuff out of his car. All of a sudden, she wasn't sure about going on foot? Had something happened to Laurel's car? Disappearing cars, time manipulation, it all sounded a bit like this alien invasion book she'd been reading. All took a gander at the sky to see if she could spot a UFO. (Bayer (#msg14249261)Location:On the road just outside DunwaterContent:A little memorized, supremely comfusedCarrying:Wallet, phone, gum, cigarettes, lighter. Kerry was spending more time inside his head thinking about All then anything else. He had never been around a more talkative person. It felt like he had learned a lot about her in the short time that he’d had the chance to meet her. She was distracted by the other girl, and he smiled at her.“I’m Kerry.” He responded to Laurel, He didn’t like saying his last name like this, it made him sound like a ‘care bear’.“Bayer, last name’s Bayer.” Shaking Laurel’s hand, he gripped it tightly and gave one good thrust before letting go. He wished there was a more gentlemanly way to greet a woman in this day and age, but a kiss to the back of the hand or bowing were odd now. He settled with the accepted norm and gave her a friendly smile. Being a lonely man, Kerry considered the two girls side by side. His conclusion, they were both really sexy. Swallowing hard, Kerry tried to just smoke and ignore the feeling in his body that was telling him to get warm and close.‘So she’s lost...’ Kerry had put it together quickly, this was a dangerous place to be lost in. All had asked about the other woman’s car. It hadn’t occurred to him, that she said she’d been travelling, but that her car was nowhere to be seen.‘Is she hitchhiking too? Of course not Kerry. Stop being horny.’ Kerry tried to command himself to think better. The fact that she didn’t have a car anywhere near her should have occurred to him. He was completely distracted at this point. It was taking a lot of energy just to keep from looking down at two beautiful blonde bodies. He spotted All looking up into the sky. His eyes narrowed, ‘what in the hell is she looking for?’ A loving smile crossed his face that he didn’t know he was displaying.“Were you walking?” He followed up All’s query with one of his own, slowly dragging from his smoke to fill the space between their questions and her answer. Any efforts to look around were mostly drowned by the fog. It consumed sight lines in all directions, up to the very edge of the trees and the Dun water sign. The furthest landmark was what looked like the beginnings of a Dun water street up ahead, but that was just a vague outline. Particularly attempts to look up at the sky showed just how low and heavy the fog was as it completely blotted out the sun and made it hard to tell what time of day it might really be.

Dunwater - The High Street Arrival|rating:4.0

Fighting for the Right reasons (Zira and Fenrir)

Maxine or Marie as a lot of people called her had never thought she'd be one of those girls. You know the ones that are just arm candy for the man. She had dreams big ones she was going to go to collage be a marine wild life specialist. Yet her dreams never fell in to play not when Arron's big fighting dream came into play. Here she was twenty-four and on the television as some show girl for a hot shot fighter. Tonight they were in some city she couldn't remember the name of at a formal party with big names in fighting. She had her cinnamon curls falling down to the middle of her back, she didn't wear make up more than she had to a natural kissed by the sun look to her. Her light green eyes watched the crowed from the side of the room. Knowing full well tonight was going to be one of those nights with him. Arron was acting like a macho man with this new up and comer that was undefeated so far. There he stood in the middle of a group telling one of his stories from the ring standing six foot one his red hair cut short and combed for once. He was in a tux almost reminded Maxine of the man she once knew. She wished he wouldn't have taken this to his head and changed who he was. This was the life of a rising star though either you stay true or it changes everything for you. The night had worn on and Maxine was ready to go back to the hotel she was tired of waiting while he drank getting drunker as time wore on. Sure enough he came over to her with that look in his eye she knew too well. Grabbing her wrist to pull her about." Let go of me Arron you're hurting me" She spoke calm to avoid anyone knowing what was going on as she attempted to pull her wrist free." Where do you think your going the party isn't over I won't have you embarrassing me" When he spoke she could smell the alcohol on his breath." I'm going back to the hotel because I am exhausted from the flight and running around all day while you slept off last night."" You are not going anywhere till I say so. I own you remember that. You'd be nothing without me"This voices were rising a bit as this went on, his last words had infuriated her. A flash of anger could be seen in her light green orbs." That's where you are wrong I would have and still could be more than this I stay because of you. You're just two dames blind to see it."" That Marie is where you are wrong. Now get your ass back in that room and play nice""Fuck off I'm leaving" She spoke her words with anger. Before the words could even finish a big hand came across her face causing her to move with it. Now Maxine was no small thing to start with." Go clean your self up and get back in here" He spoke before turning back to join the crowd. Maxine was shocked that was the first time he dared to smack her in public like that. Her hand went to the right side of her cheek where she could already feel a bruise forming. Turning from the room her black dress flaring just a bit as she left. ((Oh my, my name is Aaron too lol, that's a bit awkward, nice title and introduction, very well-made))The night was brisk and clear, the stars shined brightly in the night-sky as Joseph was driving over to the party. He gazed over to the letter invitation typed out in a clean, cursive font that looked very fancy and formal. "Arron Black invites you and any of your family and friends to come to *Whatever place* for a formal meet and greet for The Champ!" The font for: The Champ was changed to look something more macho and manly. Driving through the pristine gates of the mansion Joseph exited his car promptly, handed his keys over to a valet that happened to be helping around with people, and he began to walk inside. He would stop a few inches as he looked at the glass door that showed his reflection. Joseph was a well-built five foot 8 man, muscles were kept back just right by his formal tuxedo and black slacks. His face was clean, and his hair was short and cut like he had just entered the marines. He had a soft tan complexity on his skin to show that he's been out in the sun a lot and had a nice pair of jade eyes that looked like glistening emeralds. "You're going to be fine Joseph, just smile, wave, be nice and everyone will respect you." He fixed his tie, adjusting it ever so slightly before pulling down his tux softly and gulping before walking in. Immediately his eyes were treated with all sorts of fanciness, women dressed in beautiful, what he believed to be, satin dresses, men dressed in just as expensive tux's and the music was great. He had forgotten he was entering a Boxer's house and had mistaken it for some wedding ball. Joseph closed his eyes, breathed in and out softly before walking forward. His jade eye's darted from one place to another in hopes of finding someone he recognized but to no avail, he could feel his anxiety for large unknown crowds creep in behind him, but all of a sudden his focus was broken when from the crowd he heard some argument:"That Marie is where you are wrong. Now get your ass back in that room and play nice""Fuck off I'm leaving"He turned to meet the voice only to see a rather huge man not backhand, but straight up smack her across the face with a loud THWACK! Joseph watched in horror as the petite young lady fell with a large THUMP and for a moment a surge of rage blasted through Joseph as he gritted his teeth but instead, he turned away as he breathed in and out. "No! Calm yourself Joseph, this is no time to lose your temper!" His heart rose a few beats before settling down. He looked back to see the woman in the black dress retreat off to a room. The crowd seemingly didn't notice. This confused Joseph as he clearly shouldn't been the only one who laid witness to such a monstrous act. "Good grief, such a monster." For a moment stood still thinking about he could approach this situation. He could directly go to the man and call him out on his actions. No, this couldn't work at all because he would shrug it off, and it would lead to an unnecessary scuffle, even if his father always taught him to treat women with respect he knew that even if he rained hell on this man, it wouldn't work out in his favor. So he chooses the 2nd best alternative. Joseph booked it for the room where the lady was as he wanted check in on her, to see how she was doing. He looked around the area before going inside as he gently opened the door saying: "Excuse me, Ma'am?" Maxine was done she didn't care what she would face when he got to the hotel. She wasn't going to stay there she would call a cab and be gone or start walking any way it went she'd be gone. Her cheek was burning now red with some light blues coming to it. Aaron had managed to rock her whole frame of five feet seven she was not supper thin nor was she big she had kept her self. It didn't surprise her anyone reacted to what had happened Especially it being Arron Black and his girl Maxine McAlister no one wanted to get in his way. As Maxine retreated from the room she went to the nearest room that happened to be a spare room from the looks of it nothing to fancy just a bed and the basics. She sat herself on the bed unaware anyone was actually paying mind to what had just happened. Her wrist ached where he had grabbed her by it to spin her back to him. Her mind was in a haze still trying to figure out what the hell was going on here this wasn't the man she had fallen for. Lost in her thoughts and concerns she hadn't heard the door though with the dull roar from the other room it wasn't hard to miss a door opening. She yelped a bit hearing someone speaking to her." May I help you?" She asks her light as sea glass eyes spoke of concern when she looked at the newcomer in the room. Joseph took a step in and closed the door softly behind himself as he checked one more time behind him to ensure nobody was watching him. "I saw what he did, are you alright?" He walked towards her in a cautious pace not hoping to scare her any further. This gave him a better chance to get a look at her face, he recognized her from somewhere, but he couldn't seem to quite put a face on the woman, especially with the big bruise on her face it seemed to cover her. He stood beside her with a look of concern as he thought about how to approach this situation. "This woman needs medical attention." He would think in his head, yes, it would be the best approach to handle the situation. Maxine was hesitant to really say much there was a distrust in her with reason, she didn't know this man or if Aaron had sent him to see what she would say. "Nothing that some make up can't cover." She told him meeting his gaze something about the fact he was being so calm and caring both unnerved her and made her feel somewhat safer. He was a new face to her, she was trying to place it. While she racked her brain to figure out who he was she turned to him fully. "Why did you come in here?" She asked him bluntly. Who is he and why dose he seem like he cares for some woman he just met?was the question circling in her head. Her head was starting to pound, and her purse was with her jacket. She wanted to make an excuse, but she also wanted to learn why this man was here checking on her not out mingling with all the hot shots. She sighed a bit scooting over where he could sit. "If you're going to be in here at least sit down and talk to me. I'm Maxine." "Joseph Joe star, A pleasure to meet you Maxine McAlister, I've actually seen you around the ring a few times as one of those showgirls." He smiled warmly as he felt more comfortable knowing she wasn't a complete stranger to him. "I can help you with that, actually." He would say as he began to walk towards the refrigerator at the right corner of the room, whilst shuffling through the freezer for ice he would continue speaking: "I came in here because what that man did isn't right, no woman should ever be treated like an object nor should they be beaten like a punching bag, it isn't how god intended it to be." He would get 4 ice cubes and place them in a plastic bag he would find next to the refrigerator. Closing it he walked back to Maxine sitting next to her as he steadied his breathing saying: "My coach often helps my bruises by putting some ice over it, it may hurt a bit at first but if you're calm and patient it'll work wonders." He gently began to place the improvised ice pack over her bruise saying: "Now I'm not much of a lady's man, but if I may be even the slightest bit honest, you're a very beautiful lady." He said this in a somewhat flirtatious tone as he hoped to slowly pull her away from her abusive boyfriend. Placing the ice pack on her cheek, making eye contact with Maxine, he felt a strange connection, all the background noise ceased, and he swore he could hear her heartbeat like a steady drum, the cold ice pack to her warm face was like placing a frozen egg on a hot pan, the heat radiated and felt very pleasant. Joseph Joe star wasn't that one of the up and comers that was perfect so far not been defeated? She questioned herself felling better knowing he was at the very least associated with the fighting rings. "Yep that's me I'm the one that is almost always with The champ" She spoke the last part with sarcasm. Still keeping her southern twang in check. She smiled back at him, it was visible she relaxed, he made her feel comfortable he wasn't looking at her like she was something to have. Her one hand was on her face gently a small hiss as she touched it. She hadn't looked around the room till now she had been in shock of the boldness Arron had shown tonight like he truly thought he was untouchable. Listening to him, she smiled a bit this fade as it hurt to smile. It was like a pull for her when he came close to her, as he sat next to her, it was like a heater on a cool winter morning. "My dad used to do the same for my brother when he would get into fights most of them over me till I met Arron." She flinched at first when the pack came towards her face. Part of her cinnamon locks had fallen out of the butterfly clip keeping them back. She chuckled a bit as he complemented her. "Says the man who is holding an ice pack to my face. Thank you though." She chewed her lip trying not to move too much, not wanting to mess him up. Her light ice eyes met his emerald ones she felt like she could get lost in them. This was something like she hadn't felt in so long it scared her, but she wasn't going to show it though. She was keeping her self calm and steady. A blush formed on her cheeks despite her bruising. "Thank you for this tonight it's good to see someone willing to help. You fight in the ring right?" She asked her voice quite like she expected someone to hear her. She was afraid what Arron would do if he saw this. Joseph held back the urge to kiss Maxine, and as tempting as it was, the last thing he needed was some controversy being stirred up with Joseph doing some weird stuff in the background. He noticed her blushing and this in return made slowly fall in love with her. "Yeah, been fighting for a few years now, I got a damn good trainer, a good gym and supporting family members and friends, it's crazy how they build so much hype around me, but in reality it's really nothing special, if anything I'm just following in my father Jonathan's footsteps." So current, Joseph Joe star the up-and-coming star was holding an ice pack to the face of a woman he had the hugest crush on for over years now, this moment right now, was perfect, and he never wanted it to end, but he too feared the potential cock-block of her current boyfriend who was outside drinking more than he should. Maxine was already trying to figure out the best way to leave the room without anyone knowing she was in here with someone not Arron, the last thing either r of the two in the room needed was a publicity stunt that was sure to get both I am world of hell. He was so gentle and kind it made her heart tighten because she feared for him if things went sideways. "I've seen some of your fights, you're perfect at what you do. I think my dad used to talk about yours father fighting he was and still is big on watching the fights especially when he can see his little girl on them since we don't get to talk much anymore." She spoke her truth. She Admired him a lot because he wasn't like the rest. Furthermore, she wished things were different, and she could walk out of this room with him and leave. "Well I probably should either get back out there with the champ or call a cab and go back to the hotel." It was clear she was hesitant about any of this taking the butterfly clip from her hair letting it fall over were the bruising was. Thank you again for your help and for being a good person." "He, yeah my father was quite the star as well. Keep the ice-pack on your face for a few hours, and eventually it'll fade away." As he saw her slowly rise up something inside him sprung into action, he stood up with her and used his free hand to her hand tenderly as he whispered: "You should stay, I insist." He spoke coolly, he slowly sat back down as he pulled her hand softly in an attempt to coerce her to join him. With her hair down he began to appreciate her looks more, he secretly wished he could spend the rest of eternity with her, this felt special to Joseph, he wanted this to last. "It seems you have followed him in the limelight. I'll have to be home before a few hours got to get rest at some point." she told him with a smile and a shrug. "Besides he should have to live with what he's done." there was some defiance as she spoke the last part, a flare of fire behind her eyes. She stood smoothing her dress out it was velvet something she adored the feel of, despite hating being in dresses and heels. She was startled at how quick he was to try to get her to stay, it made her blush deeply a shock going up her arm as his hand touched hers. The ring on her finger felt like cold ice now. "I would love to, but I don't want to get you caught up in anything that you don't need. You're a good guy you don't need a train wreck messing you up." She spoke a gentle sad tone. She turned his hand-over placing the butterfly clip in his hands it was greens and purples. "Keep this as a good luck charm. I was wearing it when I got the chance to meet someone decent." Taking the butterfly clips he would place them inside his tuxedo jacket. He got up along with her as he said: "I see, and I can understand that you'll need some time for yourself." Derek drew closer to Maxine as he said one more thing: "Take good care of yourself Maxine, and remember, if you ever need help you can always find me, ." He took a business card that had his name, e-mail and Phone Number on it and slid it in her pant pocket. With that he felt like he wanted to kiss her, but he held himself back, it wouldn't be worth it right now, he wasn't even entirely sure if she even felt the same way with him. He began to walk towards the door as he stopped and turned his head: "You deserve better, and you know it." He would then exit, and he would begin to exit the mansion entirely going back to his car and driving away home. Maxine gave him a soft smile, that turned to a frown she wanted this to be different, but she wanted to keep him out of the drama that had become Arron. She actually didn't need to be alone she would convince herself she couldn't just walk away from Arron not now he'd come back around. "Trust me the last thing I really need is to be alone but at the same time you don't know me enough to get mixed up in this." he was so close she could smell his very personal smell one of sandalwood and a fresh rain. "This isn't goodbye Jonathan this is only the beginning. I'll remember that just know I may take you up on it." she whispered, taking the card in her hand. It was so hard for her not to kiss his cheek right now. Get it together max you can't risk his career for something that could be nothing. She stood where she was wasn't going to risk anyone seeing her leaving the same room right after him. "Thank you for that." She spoke softly as he left the room. Looking over the card before sticking it in her bra. She would leave not long after that via taxi to the posh hotel suite that Arron had insisted on. Making sure he wouldn't find the card she had waited for him to get there when he had things had gone from bad to worse. They fought again over her leaving and "embarrassing" him. This resulted in her being smacked down once again this time her knight wasn't there to help her feel safer. She'd locked herself in the bathroom till Arron had passed out, she waited till she was sure he was dead a sleep before she went out on the balcony it was around dawn when she dialed the numbers with shaky fingers not that she really was sure what she was going to say to him just wanted to hear him again. She let the phone ring a couple of times before she hung up convincing herself she was messing up. "Maxine what are you thinking?" She asked herself tenderly touching her cheek she could feel how swollen it was she wasn't going to make it to the event not with a swollen face. ((Joseph's the name btw, Jonathan's Joseph's father who had fleshed out his career first))Joseph laid in bed silently as he thought about Maxine, she was a poor girl lost in the violence and facade's of her abusive boyfriend. He thought about a potential future with her, kids, a proper family, all the good stuff Joseph wanted ever he was a Freshman in High School, but alas he was far too introverted to truly make a connection with someone, he was always too impulsive even to this day, granted he'd learned to tone it down completely when his emotions flared or when he was in a fight, outside that it was always prevalent for him. What made him truly hesitant to make a connection was his history of bad girlfriends all 3 of them made Joseph look like the bad guy even though he was more than positive he was just taken advantage of and when he realized it and talked about the issue directly they all labeled him the enemy. Before he could continue thinking his phone rang. He looked at the clock which read in big red numbers: "11:45PM" "Who the hell is calling me at such a late hour?" He sighed and clumsily made his way to the phone as he picked it up: "Unknown number eh? Probably some late night fan calling." He pondered whether to really answer the call or not, but he might as well since he had nothing better to do on a Saturday night: "Yeah, look, if you want another autograph from me, you can call my agent at-" Before he could hear something strange, someone crying as he couldn't quite put his tongue on what exactly was going on but he's waiting silently for the caller to answer back. (Sorry bout that)Maxine sat there on the balcony with her back to the wall that was a railing of sorts, phone in hand thinking she had hung it up. Tears fell down her face, she was tired of keeping up the facade of happy life she was miserable, yet leaving seemed impossible. She had so many dreams a good career and family settling down. She had only had the one serious relationship with Arron her father and brother had been so protective of her. Now she was wondering about Joseph was he her answer or just another trap. Had to be better than the champ, but she wasn't that girl, was she? The gentle throb in her face reminded her that he was the one that changed so much. It was Saturday of course if he wasn't still at the party he was out with someone. She jolted hearing her phone talking, scrambling to put it to her face." Joseph? It's Maxine, I hope I didn't wake you up I just couldn't sleep I'm really sorry this was a mistake. I shouldn't have called." her voice shook as she spoke it was a hushed whisper. Pushing her hand through her cinnamon locks. What are you doing max this man has better to do than listen to you blunder. ((All good and tell me, do you mind a tad bit of some romance, I won't be too explicit, but it's all up to you))"Maxine? What happened? Did that bastard hit you again? I'll come there right now and kick his ass in front of everyone right now if I have to!" He stated in a flare of rage and emotions, he felt his heart pound like a hammer upon hardwood he felt a surge of rage takeover his body as he was ready to run there if he had to. Soon he heard what else she had to say as he quickly tempered his rage calming down breathing in and out of his nose before continuing: "Listen, it's fine alright? I gave you my number for a reason. I'll do you one up, I want you to write down this number and tell him that Dojo sent you, its number is *insert random numbers* And ask him to pick you up in front of wherever you are and send you to the Colosseum Hotel up north that's where I am right now. And when you get there talk to the clerk, and he'll send you on your way." He awaited a response, but he knew what he just did can only end in one way, an inevitable encounter he never thought would happen, but it was brewing. Maxine couldn't help but cry again when he asked her if Arron had hit her again. "No don't that won't make things better violence isn't the answer" She could hear his anger it made her panic, her heart racing as she frantically tried to think of how to defuse this. Casting a glance to the room Arron was passed out on the bed he hadn't moved since laying down. Pulling herself tighter in a ball as she listened to the controlled breathing she knew it all too well she would have to many times when her panic attacks would hit. Hearing what he said next it felt like her hear stopped, she had to be hearing him wrong. She didn't have a pen or anything near her like that. "Joseph, I couldn't ask you to put yourself in this..." She was starting to panic even more breathing heavy, swallowing hard she began to speak again. ".... I don't know what to do. The number is 309-514-0001 tell them Dojo sent me right?" She repeated back what he had said so he at least knew she had heard him." If I do this and I come there you know what is going to happen right?" She asked with a shake in her voice as she started to push her self up from the ground. She was in her night cloths some sweatpants and an oversize t-shirt ((I ask because I don't want it to be too awkward, so I just I'm just giving a heads-up I suppose, but yeah, as long as you're cool with it, it'll just something soft and tame))"Hey, you're doing great Maxine, that's the number, you'll get picked up by a friend of mine, and he'll take you to the Colosseum Hotel where I'm at." He paused for a brief second to let the information pass through as he began to take notice of her breathing which sounded very scared and panicked. "Then when you're at the hotel, come to the clerk, he's a tall white man, and he'll help you from there alright?" He spoke clear and concise, he had hoped if he had taken it slower it would help her tremendously. "You can leave whenever you like, I'm going to be here till Tuesday, the day after the fight, so until then you can visit me whenever it pleases you." He awaited for an answer back Maxine was almost convinced to go to grab what she could and walk out the door, then that voice of doubt was there. Telling her that she wasn't good enough this was where she belonged not getting someone else involved in this. "Colosseum hotel..." She was trying to calm her breathing before she had a full-blown panic attack. She was terrified if Arron woke up at any time to see her on the phone or walking out the door he'd be in the worst shape than she was now, she knew it. "We're going to be here too till Tuesday. What fight are you going to be in?" she asked as she calmed her breathing this was something she could distract herself with. "I'm not strong enough to do this... I don't want you to get hurt for me." there was clear confusion and concern in her voice. "Joseph, if I don't leave tonight will I still have a chance till Tuesday?" She asks thinking maybe she'd he the nerve to do it. "He wasn't like this always" she felt the need to explain things "Hey Maxine, it's fine, and quite frankly it's funny you ask because if I'm not mistaken I'm fighting a man named Aaron Black, a big time champion who seems to be undefeated in his career, which appears to also be your husband at the time. And you are strong enough to resist Maxine, you've lasted to this long you can keep on going, it's just a few more steps, and you can make it and if you really feel the need to, I can wait for you, there's no need to rush all the way here on the account of me, I mean, I-" His tongue almost slipped, he was a grown ass adult about to say 'he loves you' to a woman he just met a few hours ago, he couldn't say it just yet, he had to be patient. After a brief moment of silence he composed himself and continued: "Look, I uh, I'll be waiting alright? And if you don't want to come by today I can wait because you deserve better than this, and you know it and I know it, and, and..... I can just feel a connection between us, call me a stupid teenager, but I just feel a tether between us and I want to try it out alright?" With a gulp he would cringe as he said these final words: "I love you, Maxine." When he would reassure her that she was okay, or it was fine she actually believed him. Her heart sank that was this week the fight with the up and comer and Arron she had hopped it wasn't Joseph but sure enough that was the one. "Oh that is this week I knew it was an up and comer, but I failed to realize it was you. He is not my husband just been with him since high school." She paused listening to his next words "Thank you for this you don't even know what kind of lifeline you are tonight. Thank you for being understanding." She paused as she leaned on the railing. "There is a big interview tomorrow the champ and his rival... Just so you know" she told him dropping settle hints. In the silence she could feel herself blushing what was she doing right now. She knew what she was doing letting something new have a chance to take root. "I won't keep you waiting too long. You're a knight in shining armor you know that right?" She asked him pausing at the last words. "I think of you fondly as well. Trust me I felt it when we first met, but I got to go..." She hung up the phone with a quickness as the bear that was Arron began to move. Slipping in the room without being noticed her mind on the phone conversation she had just then. "Yeah, I'll be there tomorrow." When she hung up he heaved a sigh, and for the strangest reason, he felt much better about the situation now. A great weight had been lifted from his chest. So with that, he proceeded to fall asleep and wait for the great interview that would be happening tomorrow. ((Feel free to add the follow-up starter for the interview)) Maxine was glad to hear he'd be there, she felt safer even if she wasn't safer. She hid both numbers very well before she went to lay down on the sofa in the posh room. She knew she had away out, but her window of opportunity was fading fast she had three days at best to get the guts to leave "the champ" Arron to hopefully her sanctuary in a man she'd only truly met one time. Furthermore, she fell asleep for what seemed like seconds before Arron woke her by roughly shaking her. It seemed his anger was only ruled because the "punk" couldn't even show his face at the party the prior night. To which Maxine had logical reasoning this seemed to set him of more. Before Maxine had time to brace herself she was in the floor with a busted lip. By the time it came time for the big interview Maxine had covered up the bruising on her face with makeup, the once on her wrist from him grabbing her were covered in big bangle bracelets. The only one she had missed was the one that showed from under her dress sleeve. She was wearing a red satin dress with heels to match at the interview staying backstage till she was brought on stage. While Arron talked about his career, she stood there rolling her lip between her teeth lightly. Muttering sometimes about how if the public really knew him. Joseph had appeared to the interview meeting flashing camera's and the innumerable amount of voices barking and shouting questions, like dogs to a mailman he had no other choice but to simply walk through the chaos and let police officer's back off the public, while the bright lights and camera flashes were quite dazing he had come to grow fond of all the lights, they'd become a small but big part of his career he felt welcomed by them, and he liked them very much. Trailing behind Joseph, however, was an old man who must've been around his late seventies, he wore a green jumpsuit, it was baggy, yet it fit him well, it had the logo of: "Mighty Mick's Boxing!" Behind the jumpsuit. The old man talked to Joseph in a wise, yet tough voice that demanded respect as he said: "Alright, listen close Joe, I've been watching Aaron Black for the past month now and if he's ever good at anything it's two things, his fist's hit like a bag of bricks and his voice spits out a lot of insults, so when you get up there I want you to keep it together and focus on the crowd and if he starts calling you out you're going to ignore him because you're going to beat the bastard senseless later anyway. Are you listening Joe?" Joseph smiled and said: "Yes sir." "Good kid, now smile and wave Big Joe." As Joseph and his Trainer approached the stage Aaron was quick to start bragging: "AND HERE COMES THE LITTLE TWIG AND HIS ELDER TREE, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME, SCRATCH ME TO DEATH?" He let out possibly the cockiest laughter Joseph had ever heard and with just that a spark of anger rose from Joseph's gut, and before he could continue walking his Trainer grasped his arm and quickly said: "Control Joe, Remember, Control." Joseph closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing up stage: "Yep, definitely going to kick your ass in the ring Black." While walking onto the stage he caught a glimpse of Maxine and for a moment he felt time slow down, the love of his life, the rising factor of why he wanted to win the fight so badly just appeared in front of him, Joseph wanted to go to her and shower her with love, but he didn't he restrained himself, and before he could even get a word out he got smacked on the back by his Trainer who said: "Alright Joe! SHOWTIME!" Joseph walked to his seat taking a few more glimpses at Maxine before starting his interview." Sitting down the press was quick to shout question after question, but Joseph answered almost automatically, he was split between two things, Maxine and the questions he answered honestly and shortly, another thing his Trainer insisted he does. When the questions were coming to a close Aaron stood up from his chair, and placed one gigantic foot on the table before saying: "Alright, Alright before this stupid interview comes to an end I got one question for this upcoming champ." The crowd went silent, every so often a flash would go off, but the room went dead silent, everyone's focus was on Black. "How do you think you're going to do against someone like me? I mean c'mon, you've been fighting sticks and tiny stones, you ever fought a REAL man like me?" When he made his statement he flexed his muscles as if he was Hercules or something. As if Joseph wasn't even thinking he simply said: "Well Mr. Black I think beating you would be like you hitting your wife, you'll be down in one hit." A gasp filled the crowd, Joseph didn't realize what he said until it was too late, Black came at Joseph in full speed grabbing the scruff of Joseph's shirt as he began to yell inaudible words at him, and as quickly as he came, he would be quickly pulled away not by 1 or 2, but 4 fully grown police officers who just barely managed to throw him out of the interview room. As Joseph was recovering from the sudden assault a hand came down and smacked him the back of the head as he was dragged away from the mic: "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING PISSING OFF BLACK LIKE THAT? HE COULD'VE HOSPITALIZED YOU IF THOSE POLICEMEN WEREN'T OUT THERE!" Once again, Joseph had no idea how this all happened, He got his sleep, he got his breakfast and his morning run, there was no way he could've just said something like that and not even become aware of it at the moment he said it. His trainer looked around for a second before whispering: "Though, if I had to admit that was a pretty bold move, there had been lots of rumor's circulating that he beats his wife and at the party he paid a lot of big bucks for media outlets to keep their mouths shut the entire time, so speaking out of it was possibly the best way to bring down all the bullshit he was pilling up." Joseph nodded as he looked behind him to look for Maxine and saw her still standing behind the main stage. He didn't know whether to go to her and for her to come to him, so he simply turned back and said: "Hey Mick, I'm going to be gone a sec, I'll be back." Mickey nodded and soon walked up to Maxine away from the crowd and began to say: "Look what I said about your husband." ((Ending it there so you can form your own response whether to cut him off or embrace him, choice is yours to do whatever)) ((You still there?)) . Maxine had been brought in backstage while Arron was being brought in through the crowd of reporters and flashing lights she had no idea if Joseph was already there or not. Arron Had made some excuse she wasn't sure what it was she hadn't been in the room when he made the excuse something about there being an incident the night prior. Arron was talking big about the upcoming match how he wasn't afraid of some kid that was pushing to far past his weight class and needed to go back to the lower weights before he got hurt bad. Maxine stayed close to the side just waiting to see if she could catch a glimpse of the man offering to help her. Her heart gave a leap seeing him even if it was just a hidden smile before she put on the face of the concerned partner. Her own anger sparked as she head what Arron was saying. One day Arron someone is going to knock you in your place and I hope like hell I'm there to see it. For a moment when her eyes met with Joseph's it felt like there was nothing but them, and it made her feel safe again. During the interview Maxine was listening, and it infuriated her to hear what Arron was saying. It was like it wasn't enough to do the things he did to her and pay people to be quiet. She had to make a mockery of the one person that cared to check n her not the champ it was like a fire lit in her, one could see her fist clinch before she took deep calming breaths. That laugh was something he had adapted over the years of fighting it made her sick. The questions started of well enough before they started shifting to the more personal side of things that was when Arron decided to shift the subject they were asking things to close to home. At the question Maxine was even leaning forward wondering what the answer was going to be he was a mystery to her. The answer rocked her world she felt like it all slowed down letting out gasp as Arron was on top of Joseph. Her mind was spinning did Joseph know what sort of nightmare with the media She'd seamlessly be able to go anywhere now that that was put out there. Though she wasn't angry with him. If anything it made her that much more sure that he cared. She had made sure the crowd couldn't see her where she was and knew Arron would be seething for a long time. When he walked up to her Maxine smiled though it hurt. Once Joseph was close enough he could see her lip was busted and swollen more than normal."Once he's not my husband never wanted to settle down he was a champ no ball and chain was going to hold him back" She spoke fast and soft, leaning close to him, she placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. "That is for standing up for me and being a good guy." She told him with a blush coming through her bruise and makeup. "You could have really been hurt out there it scared me" she told him her concern clear. ((Welcome back sleepy head lol))Joseph smirked and blushed a little bit himself, her soft kiss was very welcoming and had been the prize he had just wanted, but soon after he dipped his head in shame as he said: "Yeah, maybe I should've kept my mouth shut either way, not only with Aaron get into some serious shit you'll be scrutinized yourself you know?" She looked at her soft eyes and that's all it would take for him to know he that he was indeed fighting for the right reason. Once again, he felt the need to kiss her, embrace her closely and have her for himself but once more he had to pull himself back. "Not yet." He thought: "There are a perfect time and place for all of this, it will come in due time." He smiled and hugged her once more keeping her in a tight and secure embrace. While stuck in a wonderland of pleasant scents and loving hugs he felt a hand grab the back of his shirt once more: "Alright Playboy, you can flirt with the ladies later, there are people who want more answers!" He was dragged away quite reluctantly and as he was, he waved goodbye to Maxine as he sent a parting kiss away and a quick gesture of: "Call me later." towards her as he was soon absorbed by the crowd ((So sorry for the sudden disappearance I lost my passwords))That smirk was something she adored the fact that she made him blush boosted her confidence a bit. She turned her head to the side a bit confused as him dropping his head in shame. "We'll deal with it as it comes trust me I can handle some reporters I don't care what they think." She spoke her words gentle her gaze met his those eyes spoke truth. She wanted to just take his hand and slip out the back where the reports wouldn't see, but she knew the risk, and it wasn't the right time. "Indeed there is a time and place for us to talk and right now isn't. Remember what you said I'm going to hold you to it." She whispered as they hugged, a small wince as he tightened the embrace she felt safe. All too soon he was being pulled away, She waved back a chuckle at his gesture. Walking out the back door quickly met by Arron's security team, who swiftly took her back to the hotel where a raging Arron was.

Fighting for the Right reasons (Zira and Fenrir)|rating:4.0

The corrupt Agent (Rach and Cam)

(awkward silence washed between Rachel and Dasher whilst Rachel waited for her fiancé's response to her prior sent apology something not right about how easily Dasher had given her Marks file. However, thinking nothing of it she slid her phone into the pocket of her shorts and turned towards Cameron's best friend in the agency she furrowed her brows and slowly turned her gaze towards her lap. "Dash. What if this goes wrong, and I'm taken away despite everything we're doing." She whimpered softly turning her features away feeling the lone tear roll down her cheek as a breath hitched in her throat, it was clear she was terrified and soon growing distrusting as something obvious just refused to add up. Toying nervously with the ring upon her finger she whined softly and wiped her thumb across her cheek, her small frame trembling with the growing nerves of the situation that was soon rolling before her. She flicked a tear filled stare towards him and shook her head with her lacking hope "I'm not sure if I can do this Dash. I just can't be certain we'll be the right amount of careful and vigilant." Cam opened up Snapchat and sent Rachel a video no more than three seconds of him blowing her a kiss. The caption being. "It's no problem baby, I love you." Dasher wrapped an arm around his so-called best friend's wife. Curling an arm around her shoulders as his hand rested along the neckline of the virtually see through white tank top which was lacking a bra underneath. 'We have two of the best agents on this case, we also have Cam." He says with a chuckle although the disdain he had for the man was nothing funny. Dasher had Rachel first, and he wanted his trophy back. Dash just looked at her as she trembled, moving her to sit in his lap. "If I know Cam and Leah and I think I do pretty damn well they're probably back at the house waiting for us by making out. Can I kiss you to make you feel better?" He asked as he tilted the brunette's lips up to his own, kissing her softly. Meanwhile, at Cam's house the picture Dash had painted couldn't be further from the truth. Cal had been called over to play Xbox with Cam as they had just gotten it. He had asked him about his record and he had detailed stories of what he was doing along with videos of his band playing to back up what he was saying. "I don't know, but someone set me up man. Besides, I wouldn't go after Reich. I'm into redheads. Now Leah my dear that's a different story." He says as he casts a wink to the woman. Rachel had smiled softly upon seeing the Snapchat and even gave a faint giggle as she soon returned to her serious frown as Dasher spoke on, they disdainful tone barely audible still sent a shiver down her spine but once more she didn't put it down on anything and lay her head upon his shoulder just trying to focus on the comfort he had fed her. "I don't think they'd do that. They wouldn't when I said I wanted to talk it out first." Her concerns soon didn't matter as Dashers lips were upon her own soon enough anyway, albeit hesitantly she had still returned his soft kiss whilst she straddled over his lap. However, it didn't take long for her to feel uncomfortable with the situation considering the fight her and Cameron had had prior about the revelation that her and Dasher had a fling years earlier, shaking her head she whimpered as she pulled back from "I. I can't do this Dash, not until I know Cameron's comfortable with the arrangement. I'm sorry." Rachel whined lightly as she slid back into her passenger seat idly out of her nervous habits she chewed on the knuckle of her thumb and bounced her foot with a growing height of anxiety, why would Dasher tell her something like that knowing she knew Cameron better than any of them, Leah was her best friend during her teenage years neither of them would betray her in such a way. Shaking her head she could only assume that she was being paranoid and over thinking every little detail because new details were coming to her attention with every passing moment. Dash pulled her back into his lap. "Can we just cuddle then?" He asks as before she could answer he was sucking on her neck, just below her ear. Hand curling around one of her supple breasts. "You should be mine, not Cameron's you were mine first." He says as his hand slid up under her shirt, sliding them into the backseat of his car. He ripped the fabric of her shirt off of her. Her large breasts now bouncing free. He brought his lips down her neck, before taking one of the supple mounds in his mouth. His free hand unbuttoning her pants. "You give Cam way too much credit he's probably balls deep in Leah right now. He doesn't love you, at least not like I do." Leah just smirked and blushed at Cal's words. Cam on the distraction scoops up Leah's keys. "You two hang out here. I have an errand to run." He slid into their neighbor's home. Calling Alex on their phone. "Alex it's Cam can you come to Leah and Dash's I think there's something wrong." Alex was there in minutes. "What's up?" Cam had gone through all the rooms before doubling over in sickness as he found a small room that had pictures of Rachel everywhere. The condom from the night they had sex and a bunch of other weird mementos from their time together. Cam looked towards Alex. "What kind of trouble was Cal getting into?" Alex just tilted his head, "He wasn't why? We just said that so we could keep him here so he WOULDN'T get into trouble." Cam slapped the wall repeatedly as hard as he could. "SHIT SHIT SHIT! Call the local pd and put out an APB for Dash's car." Rachel yelped and whimpered as Dasher pulled her back into his lap, before she could say she just wanted to go home his lips were working the sweet spot of her neck that was located just below her ear. She pressed her hands against his chest and tried to pull away from him but the moment she tried she only caused him to move her easily into the back of his car, with her shirt now no longer on her frame she soon knew what was to happen which had her attempting to push him away even harder "Dash. Stop. I don't want too. Dash. Please." She whined aiming to push his hand away from the waist of her shorts whilst attempting to angle her hips away from him, aiming her feet towards his hips hoping that she could push him away from her. Rachels gaze flicked towards his own as she whimpered, whined and choked back a sob as she fluttered her lashes towards him "Dash. This isn't. You don't. Just take me back to Sleepy Hollow." She whined ignoring the tears that rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes tightly before she slapped her hand across his cheek, her nails cutting into the skin as she did such. "Now!" Dash mounted Reich fully now, pinning her arms above her head, using the belt he wore around his waist to tie her hands up. He then wraps her own belt around her neck, it was tight enough to hurt a bit but not tight enough to restrict breathing. He just smirked as he pulled her skimpy shorts down and off of her frame, pulling the little panties she wore to the side. "And jackpot." He says with a grin as he buried his face into her crotch, rolling his tongue over the tight little hole. Licking and sucking on her clit before unbuttoning his pants. Sliding them and his boxers down. "I know you missed my dick, there's no way you didn't." He says with a lick of his lips, pushing his hard cock into her tight pussy. His hands stroked down over her massive breasts with a grin. Thrusting his hips as hard as he could against her own. Rachel stared up at Dasher with wide eyes as he wrapped her own belt around her neck, forcing her neck to straighten suddenly beneath the leather strap. Unable to fight or struggle any further she just squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to wiggle her hips away from his touch as he pulled her panties to the side, cringing slightly as he worked his tongue over her pussy and sucked on her clit before towering above her once more where her orbs shot open in realization "It was you. It wasn't Cal's record, it's yours! You're the agent with the background." She trailed off in a whisper whining a loud shrieked whimper as he pushed his cock into her pussy and thrust his hips relentlessly against her own, recoiling slightly at the sight of his grin her tears streaming steadily down her cheeks. He just smiled at her. "Aw baby. Don't cry. It's not like Cam tried to protect you from guys like me... Oh, wait he did didn't he. He painted out this exact scenario for you, didn't he? If I know Cam he did and you loved it. So why don't you love me like you loved it with Cam?" He slaps her hard across her face, securing the belt tighter around her throat. "Am I not as handsome as Cam? Not as built? What is it Reich? You're not as pretty as Leah, yet I still chase your ass like a kid chases the ice cream truck." He says as he thrusts his hips harder against her own, pressing a heated kiss to her lips. Rachel barely glanced towards him as he cooed sadistically down towards her the tone sending a shiver down her spine. She decided it was best for her if she didn't answer any of his questions only yelping as his hand connected roughly with the side of her face only for the air to leave her throat as the belt suddenly tightened with his growing anger with her, reluctantly moving her lips against his own whilst she sobbed silently beneath him forcing her legs to wrap around his waist with a weak nod "You're right baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She whimpered pressing her lips to his own, saying anything she could think of just to make the situation bearable. Cameron just shot Rachel a text. "Where are you baby? It's getting late. I don't want you out after dark without us." Dash continued to pump his hips against her own, "That's a good girl Reich. Kiss me and kiss me like you love me. Then tell me that you love me, tell me that Cameron Madsen is nothing more than a forgotten memory." Thrusting his hips as hard as he could against her own before cumming hard inside her tight pussy. Cam had gathered a small army watching all the exits and entrances. He grabbed Leah who had a goofy smirk on her face and her shirt inside out. She held her hand out for Cal. "I'll return you to your lovebird later. Right now Rachel's in trouble. We're changing the passcode on both entrances, and they're going to be different. So if Dash comes back he has to run through us." Forcing her whimpers to sound more like pleasured sounds more than the silent sobs she continued to kiss him softly, barely whispering against his lips "I love you baby, I do." Though the pained tears at such words dropping to her cheeks was enough to give her away, whimpering more as she just dropped her head back staring distantly through him and swallowed the lump of bile in her throat as he came inside her. "We're not going home are we..." She asked the realism of the situation soon sinking in, no he wasn't going to take her back to Sleepy Hollow where she could tell every agent who he is and what he did, wincing she stared at her phone in her passenger seat and attempted to scramble away from him once more. Dash heard her phone vibrate for the last time as he grabbed her by the arm dragging her into the passenger seat as he was done with her. He dropped the phone outside the car and just sped off. Pressing a kiss to her lips. He grabbed her by the back of her head. Lowering her lips around his cock. "I don't have paper towels. Clean me off?" He smirked, giving her a playful swat. Leah clung to Cam. "Reich is in danger. I'm sorry, I should've said something, I was scared though he threatened to kill me. Or worse.... you need to go get her. Please? Bring my best friend back from that monster?" Rachel hissed a pained breath as he grabbed her arm pulling her into the front of the car, dropping into the passenger seat she stared in horror as he dropped her phone out of the car window growling lowly she aimed the ball of her palm into the crook of his elbow and reached her free hand to the back of his own and slammed his head into the steering wheel before throwing car into neutral gear and pulled the handbrake. She slammed her hand forward against the dashboard as she threw her door open and dived to her feet running back the way they came hoping for at least a single patrol car, muttering beneath her breath "Gotta thank Mark for at least that." He just sat there as he growled her hand tangling into his hair and his face bouncing off the steering wheel. He reached out for her as the car came to a spinning stop. A patrol car found Reich running and opened up it's door, "Where are you off too little lady? The cop asked. "Wait nah I know you. You're an agent's girlfriend? You're all over our blotters you're coming with me right this second. He set one of his guns in her lap. "Just in case you do know how to use one of these right?" He flicked his sirens on and raced back to Sleepy Hollow. Rachel stared at the officer a moment and eyed the gun he held out towards her, near snatching it from his grasp clicking off the safety with a perk of her brow. "Can't be sure. Yeah, the Madsen girlfriend. Just. Shut up." She barked borrowing the officers phone as she tapped into Cameron's number sending a text. "Gates open in 5." Setting the phone down she tapped her feet and rolled her foot that she injured only a few months prior, reaching the gates at Sleepy Hollow she dived to her feet and pointed to the officer. "Keeping a hold of this for the moment. Thanks." Rachel squeezed through the smallest gap in the gates as they started to open and ran towards her apartment building where she left Cameron, catching sight of Leah from the corner of her eye running towards her instead. "YOU! Fucking run and I turn you in a Swiss cheese to sell in the grocery store!" She pointed the gun sharply towards Cal and shook her head slowly heaving a breath. "I wouldn't." Reaching Leah she snatched her free hand towards her best friends hair keeping a firm grasp on the strands and kicked her legs out from under her, pushing the barrel against the girls' forehead. "You... You fucking new! Now. What don't I know?!" She barked, staring down at the red head before glancing around daring anyone to pull her away from Leah. Cam grabbed Rachel by her breasts, pulling her off of the redhead. "Now's not the time. You can shoot her later. Where the hell is Dash? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He says as he stares at Leah. "There were at least twelve of us who'd have protected you, I want you out of Sleepy Hollow by morning. This is bullshit, you put an agent in danger, one you considered your best friend this is non-negotiable. I want you out." He turned his gaze towards Rachel, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. "How are you? Are you okay baby?" He asked as he kissed her forehead. Cameron just tilted his head. "We all know Dash is a dangerous sociopath, is anyone else working with him?" He cocked the release back on his gun aiming it at Leah's head. "You better hope she stays safe, or I'll finish you off myself." He says as a tear rolled down his cheek, trying to hide it from Rachel. "Now the perfect fucking time!" She snarled shrinking away from Cameron's hands around her waist the cringe visible on her features as she soon grew pale enough to hint towards the battle she was having with her stomach. Remaining by Cameron's side she pointed her gun back towards Leah and snorted, "You want to hope he's found, because if not. I'm using you for bait." She laughed lightly as Cameron called Dash a sociopath, shaking her head as she nodded towards Cal "Nah. Its worst, Cal's record? Is Dash's." Rachel shot the ground next to Leah and handed the gun back to officer who brought her home before shoving her way through the group only to heave heavily into the nearest bush wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand glaring through Leah "No. She stays. We need someone to be bait and since she's spent months on her back for that worthless piece of shit, she can get raped next. Perhaps she'd be more inclined to fucking talk then. Sorry to break it, but I've just become everything I fucking hate in my family." She uttered as she made her way back towards Leah, crouching in front of her tipping her head back with a single finger "Don't talk? You'd be begging for my brother in my place." Shoving the girl away she turned on her heels and headed back into her home kicking the door shut behind her. Cam's arms looped back around his love's waist, despite the fact that everyone was virtually cowering in fear of her. She was still his and at the end of the day he was nervous after the news he got he was never going to see her again. He kissed her lips softly "First things first though anyone got a tic TAC or a piece of gum?" He smiled at Reich, "Love you baby but the breath we need to do something about it." He was trying to downplay it to calm her down and with a smile he just followed her into their home. "She's not going to talk, so I'm thinking we do some research and see what we find on our own. It's you and me vs. Sleepy Hollow until we find out who can be trusted. Cal is a good kid, Alex jumped when I told him to. So there's that at the very least." By the time Cam had followed her inside she was already chewing on a piece of gum and pacing around with a tall glass of scotch dangling from a grasp, perking a brow as he spoke of Cal and Alex jumping into help soon she sent the glass flying towards him with a disdainful laugh. "Serious? After this you want to trust Alex and Cal! Trust fucking no-one. Not even me!" With each point she rose against Dash she held up a finger as if listing them all off, running that hand through her hair when she was done. Rachel paced back and forth scratching at the back of her head with a grunt, she knew she needed to get to Mark and that she didn't have a way out. Swiping up her old phone she shook her head and stormed off upstairs with a convincing whine "I need a bath." Locking the bathroom door behind her, she sat on the edge of the tub running the hot tap and adding in some of her usual lavender bubble bath and chamomile bath salts into the water, already calming at the aroma's filling the bathroom as she dialed Marks number tapping her foot. Cameron just knocked on the door, leaving a cup of hot coffee on the floor just outside the bathroom door with a pop tart. "Brought you a snack baby." He says with a smile, not realizing Mark was down the phone. Mark just smiled, "I heard that still believe he's our guy?" Mark just sighed. "You're going to have to tell him one of these days that we're all on the same team, we can trust him. I don't know why I feel that way, but he has nothing to do with any of this. How was your day baby sis? Livin' it big in agent paradise?" He asked with a growl as he should live there too." Rachel swished her free hand through the water and grunted down the phone, pressing it to her shoulder "Thanks!" Bringing her phone back to her ear she perked a brow, "You've not heard? It's all gone to fuck. Dash is who we're looking for, when the office to pick up the wire, on the way back he. Mark, Dasher raped me on the roadside. Cal's fake record is Dash's we don't know where he is, where he's going, but you need to get on it. I know the ring has a faceless leader, make contact I think it's Dash. Dads been looking at the wrong agent." She sighed heavily and rose to her feet pulling out of her shorts and panties just throwing them towards the trash along with her shirt as she slowly lowered into the bathtub with a moan, rolling her eyes as her brother spoke of telling Cam. "I can't. It'll throw the case in the fan more than it already is. Oh, the girl you're trying to protect? She's working against your case because you all fucked it. I'll tell him alright? Just. Let me wash Dasher off and out of me." Cameron came back upstairs, knocking on the bathroom door once more, unaware that she had Mark down the phone. "Reich do you have a minute we need to talk." Mark just sighed. "Dash is the double agent? Kind of thought so. I know how this talk goes. Just promise me you won't be too hard on him? He lost his best friend as he knows him today he can't have his girl be mad at him too. Might be easier to tell him after this talk too" Cam just knocked on the door once again. "Reich can I come in please?" He asked with a sigh, Mark hung up and just sat his phone down. Rachel set her phone down and shuffled forward in the bathtub as she glanced towards the door, running her hand through her damp hair as she called out towards him "Sure..." She stood to her feet and leaned over the sink to unlock the door with a sigh as she sat back in the warm water nodding to the space behind her, "Get in. Lavender and Chamomile." Biting down on her lower lip she remembered the words that Mark spoke and smiled lightly, resting her chin upon her arm that draped over the bath as she smiled towards him "I'm sorry, I know this is rough on you too. Bathrooms a safe place Cam, I'm not going to smash your head into the sink, I won't be hard on you. I'll just listen." She smiled once more scooting forward and pointed behind her. "In." He quickly disrobed and took a seat behind his love. He pressed a kiss to the back of her head. Tears welling up in his eyes. "This is such shit, y'know? First it was my girlfriend's brother wanted to sell her but at least I had my best friend to fall back on. Now my best friend's obsessed with the love of my life and this just I'm sorry. I'm sorry for teaching you lessons in the way I have prior, I'm sorry I'm no better than the men you hate in that situation. I'm sorry. Furthermore, I don't know what to do though I want to protect you from the worst types of things in this world because this? The betrayal, the heartbreak, the danger, is my everyday and I wanted to protect you from it. But I can't put you in a bubble like I've been trying. You don't hate me do you?" He asked as the tears now flowed from his face. Masked by the water from the tub. Rachel lay her back against his chest and took his hands placing them upon her breasts as she just listened, nodding occasionally with a bite of her lip as tears soon followed from his own the more he spoke. Standing to her feet she turned around nudge his legs together and straddled over his lap so she could hold his face in her hands with a soft gaze meeting his own, "Shhh, Cam I don't hate you. I get it, you want to protect me and none of us saw this coming. I know more than you think about the dangers of this job, about the lying, the truth masking, the avoided questions, the secret phone calls. Cameron, Mark doesn't want to sell me. I don't need a bubble. We're working the same case. I'm not here for my safety, I'm here because the case is or was somewhere in Sleepy Hollow." Her revelation murmured off to a whisper as she slowly lowered her hands from his face and slid back half expecting him to walk off, flicking her gaze towards him, she bit her lip. "It doesn't change anything, I do love you, I did mean it when I said yes. That's never been a lie, I promise you." Cam moved his hands from his love's breasts as much as he appreciated the sentiment they would go there later, this was more meant to be relaxing than sexual. He left his hands to rest just beneath them, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. Cam tilted his head at her, "You're an agent? That's how you're a total fucking badass with the body of a goddess? I thought those were just in movies judging by the ladies at federal plaza. "Mark's a fed too? So he's under with Dash because he suspects him... not me... Did you ever suspect that I have something to do with the ring? The bath is a judgment free zone. I won't yell I won't scream. Because I know you love me. It's why you and Mark are both working this, and I'm not just in cuffs." Rachel nodded slowly raising her gaze back to his own, sliding her legs by his sides she just smiled slightly gazing at him with a slow nod, her smile fading as he lowered his hands. "Marks under because there's a ghost Boseman of the ring. Always ten steps in front, was clear it was one of our own we didn't know who. I knew it wasn't you, Mark knew, but we needed a way into Sleepy Hollow. Mark played the misogynist brother with no family value, I played the betrayed victim. Knew it was to have your knight complex in gear. Dash never shows at the meets, never, and it's a problem if Mark can't get him. It's on me, I'm what he wants. I'm trying to not have that happen but if it do, I'll still have Mark. We have another agent in training too. Cal, we noticed the record a while back, left it because we can use it. Cam. I'm telling you because. I'm in the team above you." She dropped her gaze to her bathroom floor and winced lightly thinking she's told him everything she knew and nodded once when she was sure she was finished, taking one his hands within her own she dared a glance towards him. Cam just smiled at her, 'Thanks for telling me all of this." His hands slid from her own, back around her breasts. He pressed his lips to the sweet spot under her ear. "You've had a hell of a day." He spun her around so that her back was toward his chest as he continued to suck on the spot that made her bones melt. Bringing his hands up to her shoulders massaging the flesh hoping to help her relax a bit more. He kissed down over her shoulder blade. "Cal's going to make a good agent. He was ready to before to go get you." He says with a smile as he continued to suck on her shoulder. Rachel nodded once smiling lightly as she was once more sat with her back against his chest, twisting her head away from his lips below her ear with a whimper and chewed on her lower lip with a slow shake of her head. With each kiss he pressed to her shoulder she tensed and squeezed her eyes shut with a whimper a tear soon rolled down her cheek "Cam. Stop. I. Can't." She whined lightly dropping her head forward with a breath that caught in her throat resembling a sob "Can we go see Mark?" She was already standing to her feet and wrapping up in a towel unaware of the faint bruising her belt left around her throat as she shuffled towards their bedroom pulling into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Cameron just sighs as he held her close to him. "Of course we can." He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he slid his own clothes that were on the floor, drying off he just stared at her throat, allowing her to get dressed. "What happened to your throat Reich?" He asked wanting to kiss it better but knowing she won't let him. He just sat on their bed, patting it for her to sit down next to him. "Maybe for tonight to be safe we stay at Mark's, you definitely and me if he'll have me." Rachel yelped slightly as he asked about her throat and just dropped her gaze to the side as she slid her feet into her fluffy slipper boots not really caring about what she was wearing as she grabbed his Hood he had worn that day just for the home comfort of his cologne under her nose. "He. Choked me with my belt because I wasn't enjoying him raping me." She uttered blankly as she brushed past him chewing her lip at her blunt explanation, before sighing as she paused in the hallway glancing towards him with a saddened smile upon her features "I told him I loved him just so it'd be over. You don't want the details and I don't want to tell them." He went back into the bathroom for a second, grabbing a bottle of his cologne. "Take this? It's yours now. I have plenty, but just in case if it'll make you feel safe I'm all for it." He kissed his love's forehead, holding his hand out for hers as she went on ahead. "He's a sick man, but we'll take care of him baby I promise you that." His heart sank as she told Cam that she told Dash she loved him just so it'd be over. He shook his head as her words stopped him dead in his tracks. "I don't you're right, but if getting the details off of your chest helps you feel better down the road I'm all ears because keeping that kinda shit in is damaging. Also, Reich... I love you." Rachel wrapped her hand around his cologne spraying it onto each wrist and over her collarbones before slipping the bottle into her pocket, she stood awkwardly for a moment before suddenly wrapping her arms around him burying her face into his chest as she trembled against him with the sobs she refused to allow "I love you Cameron." She whispered before shuffling downstairs, grabbing her badge from the bottom of one of her collector books she hollowed out and grabbed her gun from the drawer. Clipping both onto the waist of her sweatpants she tossed her keys towards him "We can't take my car. Dash knows all of our cars, what if he sees us at Marks?!" Cameron just smiled. "We take Leah's... she owes us one or Cal's or Alex's. It's up to you. Whatever makes you feel the safest baby." He says with a smile. His arms secured around her waist. Frowning as she trembled against him. "Dash is an idiot. He's not looking for us at Mark's he's looking for us at the warehouse because he expects us to be as dumb as he is. He expects us to go let the girls out now that we know he's there. But that's not the case. Like my biggest concern is why is he not turning every stone over with his FBI power to find you? Like he could put out a cover based APB to have you arrested on sight and then brought to him. I don't know his absence is too convenient. Is why we're getting out of Sleepy Hollow for a few days, hopefully." He tilted his head in thought. "Actually... Mark lives in walking distance right? Or at least walking distance for us? He can drop us off when we're dealing with the heat a little less." "We run." She muttered pulling off her slippers and shoved her feet into something better for running, glancing towards him, she shook her head slowly as she scrolled quickly through her work phone. "No. He's lying low because I worked out he's not an agent. He won't be using his own login. Furthermore, he'll be using. Yours." The realization dawned upon her as she snatched his work phone and threw it to the side and grabbed her laptop along with a black box file, shoving the items into her backpack along with plenty of notepads, markers and whatever else and held them out towards him. "Walking distance, means running. If we're laying at Marks we're getting ahead of him. He doesn't know I'm an agent so we'll use mine. There's somewhere he has that we don't know, and I'm going to fucking find it." Rachel held out her hand for his own not wanting to lose him on the way to Marks, leading him outside whistling for Lola and Viper as she clipped the leaders onto their collars and handed Lola's towards him. Cam grabbed Lola's leader grabbing her and Viper's face as they licked him. "Okay puppies, now's not the time to play lovey lucky pets. Viper show me your scary face." Viper licked him again. "Okay... you're useless Lola? Scary face?" Same thing happened. "Okay so it's settled, if we see uncle Dash we'll lick him to death. Perfect." Cam no sooner said "Uncle Dash" and teeth came out on Viper and Lola like he had never seen before. He gestures to Reich to look down. Cam pet each of them to calm them down and they both licked his face in unison. "There we go good puppies." He stood up and kissed Rachel's lips and ran towards Mark's. "Notepads, markers, what's in the box file?" He took the backpack off of her, sealing it back up before Lola ran towards Mark's place. Rachel frowned as they just licked Cameron, and even she took a step back watching them grow rigid near vibrating with the amount of growling that came from the pair, nodding softly in content "Well, we'll remember that." She tilted her head at him as he asked about the box file and sighed, "Case information even you don't have." She sighed once more and nodded on the count of three before jogging towards the gate frowning as she came to a stop realizing she didn't know the new code, once the code was punched in she glanced towards Cameron before slamming one foot in front of the other sprinting towards Marks barely breaking a sweat. Reaching Marks porch she knocked once, then again then twice more before walking inside dropping Vipers leader and near tackling her brother off his feet as she threw herself around him in a hug having not seen him in a while. No sooner that her arms wrapped around her brother she just wailed and sobbed into his chest, just relieved that her brother was no longer seen as the enemy, that Cam knew what was really happening, that she was somewhere Dasher didn't think she would be. Frowning lightly she untangled away from Mark and clung onto Cam sliding down to her knees in the hallway, pulling her legs into her chest laughing weakly as Lola poked her head under her arms and licked at her face. Cameron just hugged Reich and smiled as Lola contorted her head to lick Rachel's face. "Cute." He turned towards Mark and shook his hand. "So I threatened you with being a fed when I rolled into the warehouse, and you just looked at me and smirked, I thought it was because you knew better. You played me like an idiot and I respect that, you're a hell of an agent May whether...s" He says as he looked around at everything that was laid out for them. "Thank you so much for all of this, for letting the puppies stay and just I hope to return the favor when it's safe to return to the mansion. We have a guest room, hopefully get you out of the one bedroom hell." Mark just hugged Reich tightly as he knelt next to her. "I know you mentioned a bath on the phone, I ran you one here just in case. Can I don't say this to just everyone but join her? She could use her man's arms around her." Slowly she sniffled and looked up at Mark nodding her thanks standing shakily to her feet she smiled as Mark had laid out a spare shirt and a pair of shorts out for the both of them on the couch, picking up the change of clothes she grabbed her coffee and smiled weakly at Cameron at his compliments. "Hey we can take a punch with a smirk. Part of the psycho gene we tend to keep a lid on." She mumbled, forgetting how much it was like looking into a mirror when she was in front of her twin giving him the same crooked smirk she glanced between them "I'll be fine. Honestly, no more feet through showers. I have both my guys in the same room, I'll be fine." She smiled wiping at her cheeks as she made her way to the bathroom sipping at her coffee trying her hardest to not launch the cup into the mirror as she just slid onto the floor staring up at the ceiling. "Just not now." Cam walked into the bathroom as she stood behind her, leaning against the wall. He hugged Rachel around her waist glancing towards Mark as he could tell Mark was like looking into a mirror, and she didn't have the best self-image right now. He kissed the back of his love's head. His hands curling around her soft breasts. Massaging the soft flesh. "I know you're not feeling the most up to this right now and if you want me to stop I will but just know you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I love you Reich. So I'm hoping this will help you relax a bit." Rachel closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, raising her mug of coffee to her lips she took a sip before just sighing shakily trying to find the words as she lay her head back against his shoulder. "Cameron. It's not that, I'm fine with how I look always have been I just." She paused to sip her coffee once more despite it being stupidly late, parting her lips she spoke once more with a shrug of her shoulder. "Hate how I'm just. Something to fuck and fondle." She grunted glancing off to the side, lowering her mug to her lap with another shake of her head. "If my tits were smaller, or if my ass was smaller maybe if I was a little fatter I'd be invisible." He just frowns at her words, "You'd not be invisible. It's different when I feel you up and grope and fondle you." He says as he kisses the side of her head, still fondling the soft breasts. Not realizing that she saw him as one of the same, his hands fell by her hips as he just kissed the back of her head, his hands taking her own as they folded across her stomach, not noticing that Mark had been stood just beyond the doorway. He frowned as Dash had ruined Rachel's self-esteem. She wasn't just something to stick your dick in. Staring across the bathroom she snorted and gave a shake of her head, slowly dropping her gaze down to her mug of coffee. Her tone blunt, harsh and bland of anything as she asked that one worded, simple question "How." Shaking her head slowly, she just rolled her eyes as his hands still massaged the round flesh of her breasts as she heaved a sigh before taking another sip of her coffee her gaze just focusing on a cracked tile as she drank the liquid within her mug. He stood up, and he felt his heartbreak not unlike how it'd feel if she left him, he made his way over to the outside of the bathroom, just making his way towards the living room where he could sit on the couch and just relax. His heart had taken a hard hit, but he was understanding to an extent where she was coming from, but he didn't think she understood his perspective. He figured he'd let her cool off a bit before trying to address her about the situation again. He just cast a look to Mark has he passed him. Shaking his head. With a growl she threw the mug after with a frustrated shriek, "Yeah, yeah fucking walk off! Had your grope now you're done with me for now!" She dropped her head back against the bathroom wall and dropped her attention back down towards the cracked tile, ignoring the tears that poured down her cheeks rapidly in the silent yet unwelcome sobs. Pulling her knees to her chest she rested her chin against her arm before just standing to her feet and draining the bath of the still hot water and appeared in the hall just staring at Mark mouthing "I know. I know." She dropped her gaze to her feet and wiggled her toes anxiously staring at the plush carpet of the hallway with a faint sigh. "Mark please don't. Just. I'm tired and a lot of everything else I can't process." Cam frowned as she shouted, and he turned around to see what happened and what she was shouting at him for as her words didn't process right away. Glass mug hitting him hard in the face, shattering on impact cutting him almost to the point of needing stitches right beneath his eye, warm almost hot coffee burned his face, not enough to damage tissue just enough to hurt against the cuts he'd had. Sighing Mark just made his way into the bathroom. "He didn't deserve that y'know. Any of that. That's all I'm saying. You know how many big chested fat asked girls there are? Just that we went to school with alone, yet he looks at you like you're the only girl on the planet. He's also in his twenties and horny because you two fucked like jack rabbits through puberty. So maybe cut him some slack? You guys were rounding third when all the other kids were practicing their swings." Unaware of the damage for the current moment she just stepped to the side allowing Mark to brush past her into the bathroom, sighing heavily as her heart fell to the pit of her stomach as she nodded to Marks words before slowly turning to face Cam a look of horror upon her features as she just screamed her brothers name to grab his attention whilst rushing towards Cam. Tears instantly flooded down her pale cheeks as she skidded to a halt mere inches before him "I didn't. That's. I... I'm so sorry." She whined lightly attempting to take his hand within her own as she just repeated her apology, "I didn't mean too. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Cam was still picking glass out from underneath his eyes. He just nodded at her apology, pulling his hands back from her own with a shake of his head. He made his way into the living room and curled up on the pull-out sofa bed. Furthermore, he didn't know what to say to Rachel. It wasn't like he could yell at her because in his own way he kind of asked for it. He decided he'd better patch up so he didn't bleed all over Mark's pillows. Grabbing a first aid kit, he stitched up the check mark cut just beneath his eye, cleaning the blood off of the less severe ones. Rachel just dropped her hands back to her side staring after him as he simply shook his head and walked away from her, lowering her orbs down to her feet she leaned against the wall of the hallway and just glanced towards Mark for a split second already hearing the harsh lecture before he even opened his mouth. She shuffled her feet forward and bent her knees until her weight sank down to the floor, "Go sit with him Mark. I'm probably the last person in line he wants to see." She sighed, wiping her hands across her cheeks before she dropped her head back against the wall staring up at an old picture of her with her twin brother a few months before she threw the knife towards him during that argument when they were kids, the image caused her to wince and drop her gaze down to her feet. Mark shook his head, "Not my job, it's all you baby sis. I could go talk to him, but I won't get through to him like you could." He says as he just glances at Cam who had been laying on the sofa bed. Actually beginning to fall asleep. "Actually you should probably wait until morning go lay with him though if he's anything like me, he'd love no matter what fighting occurs prior to falling asleep waking up with your lover next to you is a magical cure all for any and every fight. Just go love him." He says with a smile, nudging his sister towards the sofa bed. Rachel sighed shakily and slowly lifted her gaze up towards her twin unable to argue with him as she hesitantly pushed herself up to her feet, reluctantly making her way back towards the living room she stood at the side of the sofa bed just watching him sleep for a moment before slipping beneath the covers behind him and wrapping her higher arm around side and her other beneath his neck to drape around his shoulder across his chest. Pressing a kiss to the back of his neck she ignored the lone tear that ran down her cheek as she closed her eyes softly and lay her forehead against his back. He rolled over with a smile and pulled his love into his arms, arms wrapping snugly around her waist as he pressed a big kiss to her lips. "Goodnight beautiful." He says with a smile as within seconds he was sound asleep once more. The bandage beneath his eye created a little bit of discomfort as his face brushed up against the pillow. He woke up slightly, not wanting to roll away from Rachel, he had to deal with it. Just laying his head back down he fell into a light slumber, and stayed asleep until morning. Rachel's arms loosened around him as he rolled over to pull her frame firmly against him with her head bowing to rest beneath his chin she weaved her legs between and around his own. Laying still with her eyes closed she just chewed on her lip and stared down their frames towards the off TV unable to sleep, soon lost within her thoughts she found that the hours passed quicker than she expected and with the sun blaring through the curtains she found it time to close her eyes waiting for someone to stir so she could lay there a few more moments pretending to sleep. It was a trick she had gathered as a child, she always managed to catch wind of a conversation she had no place in whilst everyone thought she was asleep and considering how the night prior had gone she thought now was as good as time as any to return to such a trick. Cam rolled out of bed with a yawn, looking at the time. It had been barely five. He grabbed a pop tart and a cup of coffee in a to go mug. Clipping Lola's leader to her collar he decided he would take her for a run, that way when Reich went she could take Viper as runs alone were a thing of the past until Dash was caught. He also left her with viper instead of Lola because he was the trained protector, and he looked at her as if she were mommy now which was awesome. As he was heading out he ran into Mark who was coming down the stairs. "Going to take the little one for a run, see you in a bit." Not much after she had heard the front door close she sat upright and pulled her knees to her chest barely mumbling a morning to her brother, knowing she could smell coffee and pop tarts she stared down to her bare feet and ran a hand through her hair. "You know that's the first time he just got out of bed without even kissing me? Cant say I don't deserve it." She sighed peeling herself off from the sofa bed and made her way towards the kitchen where she'd pour herself a coffee staring distantly out the window, pouring Mark a coffee also she set his mug on the counter behind her as she sipped her own. "When's your sex trade meet?" Mark hugged his baby sister who was mere minutes younger than him but still treated her like she was a child at times. "He's upset, and I don't necessarily blame him not only for the mug because those scars are going to be brutal, but the fact that that boy loves you, more than anything else in this world. You think Viper follows you around like a pet because he's your dog? No, that's all Cam making sure he has all the facilities in place to make you as safe as he possibly can. I'm pretty sure he grabs and gropes at you because he feels that he's afforded that luxury whenever he wants because you're his fiancé, it's not that he feels you're just something to grope, he gropes you because he's proud of the fact that you're his." Rachel nodded slowly as she just stood in her brothers embrace sipping at her coffee, glaring towards him ever so slightly "Yeah great, just talk about the fact that I mutilated my fiancé rather than the work related question I asked. Great, yeah morning to you too." She sighed slipping back into the sitting room as she sat back on the sofa bed where she'd pull her laptop into her view and waited for it to turn on whilst she just sipped at her coffee, soon logging into the federal database and typed in the license plate for Dash's car frowning as it wasn't listed as being anywhere. "Abandoned in a parking lot. Course it was. Same with his phone. There's nothing." Mark sighed, "Work is on the back burner right now. Dash will call on me when he needs something, he might wait until the heats off. He has an attempted kidnapping of a federal agent along with rape. He's an idiot, you think he would have done this before he essentially got you knighted. I don't know all of this is all wrong. Dash doesn't make these kinds of mistakes." He says with a sigh. Hugging his sister tightly. He just stared at her. "Keep your eyes peeled constantly." "He wasn't expecting me to make him eat his steering wheel. He doesn't know I'm a fed either." She muttered just pushing her laptop away from her with a stretch of her leg nudging it away with her foot, shaking her head slowly she rested her cheek against a balled up hand and stared at the off TV "Will you both stop telling me to fucking careful? Like I'm just a girl, I'm a fed and a fucking good one. Last night was a lapse in judgment we all suffered, not a poor job done." She sneered slightly and curled up in the corner of the couch setting her empty mug down and grunted. "We're back at square one. Dash knows ALL about the op plan we had. We just need to find out where he holes up." Mark just sighs. "I know but still. You're strong, but Dash is built. I know you smashed his face off the dash. He Dash." He says with a smirk. Mark just smiled "Here's where we the three of us come up with a new plan, figure out where he lives, and we roll from there. We don't need a team of agents, we need the three best. We have that and then some." He says as he kisses his sister's forehead. "You have to trust Cam's instincts I know he makes stupid calls now and again, but there's a reason for that." "Think we're good, can assume he'll probably see me as just an agent for a while." She sighed, rolling her eyes at the pun with a shake of her head her thumb idly stroking over her lower lip in thought. Rachel curled into the corner of the sofa with a soft whine, pulling her knees to her chest shrugging simply "There is no plan, we don't know where he is or what he's up too. We needed Leah, and now she's gone too thanks to Cam throwing her out. I meant it, she was the bait we needed." She snarled realizing she really was back at square one, shaking her head she ran her hand through her hair and threw her other hand in the air. "We'll just wait for it to fall in our laps I suppose." Cam had returned with Lola having been exhausted, she sat by his feet, pawing gently at his leg as if asking him to pick her up. "You're like a fucking child.' He smiled at Mark before frowning slightly at Reich. "Morning agent May whether." He sat down in the dining room on a chair as he just stroked his hand-over Lola's ear. "What's the plan guys if we have one? I doubt Dash made any stupid purchases on the company's credit card, but it doesn't hurt to look. Mark... do you know where Dash banks? We can get a list of his purchases, we have all we need for a warrant to look into his bank account maybe find a mortgage or something." Hearing the front door open once again she glanced over her shoulder about to smile towards Cameron when she caught glimpse of his frown, flinching as he called her Agent May whether. Shaking her head slowly she dropped her gaze back to her lap and blinked back the tears starting to well up in her orbs, "We don't. Car abandoned, Phone too. Nothing on his transactions. He knows our prior op plan so that's out." Rachel inhaled a deep breath exhaling slowly as he sat a good few feet away from her in the dining room section, casting a glance of told you so.towards Mark with a slow shake of her head. "You were his best friend. Surely you know where he banks Agent." She muttered into her hand barely paying attention to the pair as she pulled her laptop into her lap once more closing the database window and opened up her Instagram instead. Cam growled at his tone. "I was his best friend up until I found out he was only using me to get on top of my fiancé. Before he ruined everything I hold dear." He glared at her. "Y'know you're right. I don't understand what you went through, but you can't punish me for something I don't understand and not help me understand at the same time. Prior to last night there'd be no issue if I grabbed your boobs and held them non-stop for a week and I just don't get it. Help me get it." He says with a growl as he looked at Mark. "Still have your acoustic? Haven't played in a while kinda want to." "You knew him a while before this so you must know where he banks." Rachel mumbled and paused as he continued, slowly turning to face him with her mouth gaping slightly at his choice of words. Standing to her feet she glanced around realizing once again she couldn't even go anywhere "Ruined everything you hold dear. So I'm ruined now? Wow." Shaking her head she headed for the hallway simply glancing about as she just wanted to get out, instead a dull thud sounded as she dropped her head back against the wall and shook her head side to side. Cam grabbed her by her wrist as she walked away. "Did I say that? Sure. Because you are, and not because he raped you, because quite frankly you could have a train wreck of an ass and pussy and I would still love you. But he ruined you in the way that I can't get intimate with you anymore without you trying to figure out what my agenda is. There is none. I fucking love you, so I guess I do have an agenda. My agenda is that I want to get married, maybe have a kid or two. I was so fucking transparent with my agenda I even gave you a ring. Sorry for being a cunt with an agenda." He says as he walks up the stairs to Mark's room as he grabbed the guitar, tuning it to where he needed it. Watching him as he walked upstairs once more she growled lowly and lunged forward to storm after him "I'm going to fucking kill him." She muttered slamming Marks bedroom door shut behind her not even caring if her brother was downstairs of if there were neighbours she should consider. "That's not what I'm fucking doing! Soagenttask one, stop assuming shit relating to something you don't fucking get. Want to know why I can't bare even you touching me the way a fiancé should? It's because all I can see is Dash's fucking face telling me to tell him I fucking love him, that you don't love me like he fucking can, that I'm not as pretty as Leah, but he fucking chased after me anyway." Shaking her head she took a step back and held up her hands with her features contorting to an expression even he hadn't seen, gesturing towards him, she shrugged. "So can you pull your head out your own ass for a fucking minute and realize he's ruined you too!" Cam's gaze snapped up to her own. His features softening. "I know that. I know that better than anyone. I raped you because of what this case did to me. But I'm sorry. This has us fighting the wrong people it's turning us against each other we can't have that. Then he wins. Rachel I love you. No more agent may whether shit." He held his arms out for her to wrap herself around him if she so chose. "I didn't know most of that... I'm sorry I've been a jerk." He says with a frown. Rachel flinched slightly as his gaze suddenly snapped towards her own, chewing her lip she glanced around and shuffled under Marks bed grabbing a purple case she remembered handing to her twin and grabbing a similar black case. "Come on. Forget the agent shit for a day. It's been what, 4 years since I shaved the sides of my head, and we stabbed holes in your face." She smirked pulling her shirt from her frame and adjusted her bra, throwing the shirt towards him, she skipped towards the bathroom and plugged her phone into the speakers turning the volume to full as she wriggled out of the sweatpants kicking them to her side, bouncing on her toes as she scanned through the guards of the clippers. Cam just smirks. "You're going with the death hawk? My princess is coming back?" He says as he ran his hands down her back, resting them just above her ass. Kissing her passionately. She backed up and threw her shirt at him, catching it with a laugh. "It was a fluke, let me see if I can catch the bra too." He said clearly joking. "Also, One or snake bites back?" He asked as he was well enough in the agency now that he could look a bit less than clean cut as he was going to be under with the lowest of the low. Any higher end cases he just lets his holes close up again. Rachel's attention fell down to her badge that hung over the bathroom mirror with a dull frown falling upon her features, grumbling about a death hawk not being professional for the force soon rolling her eyes. "Once this case is done I'm taking a year out." She sighed, turning up the volume on her phone forgetting that they were at her brothers place as she shuffled around on her toes "Not quite, but an undercut is happening. Also, both, my septa coming back." Bending forward she flipped her hair forward and took her comb parting the dark hair into a neat part at the back before tying the rest to a twisted bun whilst she still bounced her hips side to side before standing upright once more and moving the hand held mirror to the back of her head nodding happily. Cameron smiled, pulling up events in the area as he left the bathroom allowing her to work on her hair in peace. Grinning at Reich through the door as he had found the rave of the century, opening the door slightly he slid his phone across the floor to her. "Want to be my date?" He says with a smirk. "I missed your septum piercing. I mean... Like it's amazing how a septum on an ugly girl makes her look like a bull. Yet on you, it makes me all but cream my pants." He says with a laugh. Cameron made his way over to the closet where his bag was kept. Looking around for something rave worthy. Having not been paying attention she grabbed her sheers and ran them over the base of her head, placing the handful of the hair she had shaved onto the counter next to the side and glanced down towards the floor feeling Cameron's phone nudge her foot. She turned the sheers off and brushed over the shaved part of her hair where she started and picked up his phone with a wide grin before giving an uncertain sigh, turning the volume of her music down she bit down on her lip and called out towards him "Are you sure about this? I mean with Dash still out there and the no guns policy Raves tend to have." She sighed once more placing her hand flat against the part in her hair she made before returning to the task of her undercut grinning as she scrolled through the set list the more she looked, the more she didn't care about Dash. "You are aware Marks going to have something to say right." He growled as she seemed to not be excited at first. "This isn't about Dash. I could beat Dash into a coma for what happened today, with how Raves tend to go. You won't be out of arm's length most tonight. You have to go pee or whatever I'll watch the door. I have to go pee... I'll figure something else out. Because I love you baby, but I'm not bringing you in with me." He says with a laugh. "Also this isn't about Dash. Isn't about Mark isn't about this case. I've lied to you for months, we've lied to each other but none of that matters because we're on the same team. I want to take my fiancé out on a proper date before we both dive head first back into work, because she deserves a night just to kick back, relax and have a good time." Rachel bit her lip at the sound of his growl and brushed some more of her hair upwards shaving up to the line she made trying to distract herself from the brief rant she gained just by being a careful thinker. Once she was done she turned her sheers off and brushed down her shoulders only to remove her bra and brush her strands from her chest before walking towards Cam in Marks room or rather she more jogged on her toes "I need to remember I don't live here." She laughed lightly pulling the hair tie from her hair only to pull it into a ponytail "Cameron it's not that, I just want to be careful. After all we don't know where he is, remember we don't care at Raves it's the point of going. We're not kids anymore, unless Mark will piss in a pot for both of us. We're shafted." She sighed slipping up behind him and wrapping her arms around his sides laying her head against his back. Cam just smiles as he let her finish. "I know I'll stay sober. It's no big deal, I can have a good time without getting fucked up. Besides, it's you and the music I'm there for I'll keep you safe as I wasn't planned on getting too shitfaced anyway." He says with a smile as he turned around wrapping his arms around his lover's waist, hands encompassing her ass as he lifted her up into his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips. "We need a good time to get back on track. "What are the chances of Dash being at a rave. He's not going to be out. He knows if you made it back to Sleepy Hollow he's going to be arrested on sight." He kissed her lips once more. "Trust me." Rachel picked up the shirt she threw at him prior and pulled it over her frame and wiggled back into her sweatpants as she placed her head back against his chest raising her gaze to his own, "My rave stuff is back at Sleepy Hollow, we have all afternoon, but the paint alone takes hours." She grinned, pressing her lips to his own heatedly her fingertips wrapping into his shirt with a soft whimper. She fluttered her lashes lightly as he spoke, "You're right, it's slim that he'll be there. Let's just go back to Sleepy Hollow, kick back and get painted." She smiled pressing her lips to his own once more sliding her hands up to drape her arms over his shoulder. Cameron smiled and scooped Rachel up in his arms with a wide smile, kissing her passionately. His tongue poking past his lips brushing lovingly against her bottom lip. "Now... puppies? Are they staying here? Or are we taking them home to get painted? Have a little dog rave back at the house." He says with a smirk. He ran his hands up her back with a smile, tangling his fingers in her hair. "Also I'm sure that if I told them I was a fed and what was going on, they'd let me carry or get us thrown out before we even get going. He says with a smirk. Pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It's going to be a good night." Rachel parted her lips and ran her tongue over his own with her legs sliding around his waist, whimpering softly into the passionate kiss soon forgetting the night prior "Sure Mark could do with the company." She whispered softly, perking a brow at the idea of a puppy rave before shaking her head laughing softly "No puppy raves." She grinned, leaning her head back into his touch with a bite of her lip the sudden grip having her hips dipping towards his own. "Shame Mark won't be sneaking us back in at 5am like old times, remember when I slumped into chemistry still have a rainbow on my face?" She laughed fondly at the memory giving a playful shake of her head followed by a happy sigh. He just laughed at the recounting of the story. "You couldn't find your bra, it was hanging out of my pocket. I was wearing more of your lipstick than you were." He says with a wide grin. "Life was so much simpler than." He says as he sat her on her feet, his fingers entwining with her own. "Love you Rachel." He stopped dead in his tracks, grabbing her by her hair, kissing her passionately. "That's for the kiss I didn't give you this morning. I'm sorry I was such a prick." He says as he slides his free hand into her back pocket. Leading them up the gates to Sleepy Hollow. Once she had slid her feet into her shoes and left a note telling her brother of where they were heading they left the small apartment and made their way back to Sleepy Hollow, her hand firmly within his own still laughing as they recounted the memory they went to school an hour after raving for about 10 hours straight, grinning against his lips as she returned his kiss deeply "Pretty sure I had my eyelashes stuck to my cheek when I rolled in too." She grinned shaking her head in amusement as she went to punch in the number for the gate frowning remembering he changed it and just gestured towards him. "Love you too baby." Cameron took a step towards the keypad. "7112142242" He says aloud as he punches the keys into the pad. "I'll write it down for you." He says with a smile. "Also... cars... how are we getting to the venue? He knows all of our cars. Just gave that a thought. I'll take the chances with the viper. It's faster, it's got more stability control and to be honest it sounds cooler at a hundred miles an hour. Not that I tried with both in the short time we had them." He says with an innocent smile and kissed her cheek lovingly. "What are you thinking in terms of paint? I know my shirt's coming off at some point, so if you wouldn't mind painting my Phoenix." Rachel smiled brightly as she scrolled through her phone pressing play on her playlist once more as she strutted towards their home, turning on her feet to face him walking backwards along the path occasionally glancing over her shoulder occasionally "Uber?" She stated her idea as a question with a simple shrug as she skipped on her toes bouncing her feet side to side before near running up the steps to unlock the door to their building. "Ahh, Can I always paint you somehow. Course I will." She grinned shutting the door as soon as her phone hooked up to the Bluetooth sound system. "Kinda forgot how loud that is!!" She shouted rubbing her hands over her ears. Cam covered his lover's ears a bit as they lowered the volume just a tad bit as the house vibrated with the sound, his hands falling to rest on her hips, drumming on her thighs to the beat. "What I can't hear you? You deafened me." He says with a laugh as he scooped her up and carried her into their bedroom, laying her across their bed, stripping the covers off of their mattress. "This is the first and last time I lay you on a bed and strip everything but YOU. He says with a smirk as he kissed her lips once more. "Where are we starting with the paint?" Rachel giggled into his chest giving a playful shriek as she was soon lifted from her feet and into his arms where he'd carry her upstairs, smiling up towards him as he lay her across their bed only for her to roll to the side as he pulled the covers from the bed laughing at his spoken words. "Truer words have never been spoken." She grinned crookedly, almost looking as if she had let go of the night prior as she wandered to her closet and grabbed her box of UV paints and brushes climbing back onto the bed, standing a foot taller as she glanced to him pointing at the bed below. "On your front Madsen." Rachel grinned widely swaying her hips side to side in the faint beat in the background holding the pink, orange and yellow paint in her free hand. Cameron laid down, stripping his shirt off. "I was thinking ladies first, but you know if you want to take care of Fawkes first be my guest." He just smirked as he let her work her magic coloring the phoenix in. He held his knees together so that she could straddle his back and work a bit easier. Furthermore, he pulled a pillow closer to rest his head on it, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the soft pillow. Almost moaning at her gentle brush strokes as she was so delicate with her motions as she had to be to precisely outline and color in the tattoo. Once he lay down she placed each foot either side of his waist and sat her ass down on his own grinning slightly, tilting her head towards him as he uttered the name of his tattoo a wide smile growing upon her features grinning widely as she whispered softly "The Weasley to my Granger." A thoughtful smile remained on her features as she took off the cap to her pink paint and dipped the bristles of her brush into the liquid before stroking the UV color over the outline of Fawkes, with his arms tucked under the pillow beneath his head she never truly managed to admire the muscular frame of his back until now and with a soft whimper she leaned forward biting at his shoulder before pressing a kiss where her teeth had been. He just smiled at her. "And just like that. "You're mine-y." He says with a frown as his pun even made him roll his eyes at himself. He moaned slightly at the bite she left on his shoulder, grinning as she then kissed over the bite mark. "I'm surprised you didn't bite my bicep. That's where most people seem to notice that I work out." He says as his hands slid from under the pillow to under his head. Closing his eyes as he smirked and began to fall asleep at her gentle touches, snoring slightly as he actually had passed out. His eyes jolting open and looking at the clock as he realized it had only been about five minutes he was out for.

The corrupt Agent (Rach and Cam)|rating:2.0

Slip Stream Ettiquette (Senti and Muse)

To some girls when Victoria reigned, their books of etiquette were just as holy a guide to morale and ethical behavior as their holy bible. It was a very improbable thing to contain a wormhole, a book of etiquette given to a girl for her coming of age party by her grandmother. Catharine was a lovely woman, she was petite like her grandmother, she was most polite, and so very well-behaved. She read a little but only usually the books that were appropriate for her gentle sex. However, the young girl had a few times gazed upon those pictures that her father had, she had made her feel a little excited, and had dampened her underwear. Still that was her little secret. The young Lady took the leather-bound book and kissed her grandmother on the cheek. It intrigued her, though she did not look at it until everyone had left. After the gathering Catharine went up to her chambers, she even sneaked a little sherry. Once all was quiet within the house she rather reverently opened the book, her curiosity had taken over. Surely it could do no harm. A book of etiquette it seemed, no more, despite the fine leather binding and the arousing smell of old book and the fact that it seemed to be a gift from a Mr. A. Crowley. As she reached the seventh page of beautiful writing and eloquent language speaking of otherwise the same old topic, the book jerked her into it, spinning her around a few times, the world going gray and black and gray and then green and general feeling rather drunk... (if you don't know what's unpleasant about being drunk, just ask a glass of water.) After a little bit, her eyes began to work again. A few creatures were gathered around her not unlike small lizards with feathers that walked on their hind legs about the size of house cats. She could hear the beach in the distance, and a cool mist dampened her blouse and sent goosebumps through her body. The soft green light and tree canopy told her this was a jungle, she heard birds singing, but saw none, only tiny tree frogs. The young lady found the book a little tedious, having read so many of its ilk before, it was somewhat strange that her eccentric relative had given her such an item. Though somehow the gift was perhaps not from her, this was beginning to trouble her. Still she kept reading… Suddenly…it was not something the girl could describe again, the closest thing was when Catherine had stolen her father’s port, and she had been punished later with his belt though her sickness had been enough to dissuade her. This time though she knew she had not taken any alcohol, unless one of her brothers had slipped a little in her drinks…or worse than alcohol, after all William he younger brother was known to take worse …well it was best not to think of it. Catherine shivered as she opened her eyes; she wrapped her arms about herself the mist caressing her body. Surely this was a dream, or rather a nightmare. However, the young lady stood and shivered again not sure of what she should do. With that though the simplest solution was to pinch herself and become awake once more. The little animals scampered back, eyeing her nervously. One did not scamper, though, it was perched on top of the book. It studied her curiously, then darted away and came back with a red rhymed fruit clutched in both paws, which it cautiously offered to her from its perch on the book. This was surely a dream, her head spun for it felt so real. She remembered that new book, “Alice in Wonderland that she had recently read, this had all the markings of it. Though this time it was not a white rabbit, it was some strange creature… Catherine was she when she woke up that her brother would be in terrible trouble, because she would tell her parents what he had done. Her heart was beating faster than the young Lady reminded herself that this was just her imagination and she was asleep in bed…this thought calmed her somewhat. Thus going along with the dream she took the small fruit, and smiled at the creature, Catharine even found herself thanking it. The creature cocked it's head slightly at her thanks, and made a happy chirp when she accepted the fruit. It perched atop the book as if protecting it for her. Breaking the rind of the fruit, she found small red fruit-covered seeds within, a pomegranate. Somewhere from the sound of the ocean, a woman's voice rose in song in a language she didn't recognize, a jolly tune as much bird cries as foreign speech. “You think I should take the book or are you going to care for it for me?” Why was she talking to a creature…this was surely insanity, the Lady hoped this was not the first stages to Bedlam. She had heard tales of that place, and father had even taken her there. He paid a penny to look at the insane ones …it had been horrifying but more than a little exciting. Catherine wondered if it had been as a warning to her, certain things could make a lady insane. Yes she had never done them…surely the asylum was not calling to her. The Lady had been to the ocean once when she had been much younger and had enjoyed it, also even though she did not understand the language, for it was certainly not English, Latin or French it was enticing, and it would not hurt to follow the sound now would it. After all none of this was real. If only her corset was not so tight it might actually be a pleasant and intriguing adventure. As her hand drew near the book, the little feathered lizard hopped off so she could grasp it. The book was the same... But the title had changed. She noted that the book's title had changed, now reading:Slip Stream EttiquitteBy Lister Crowley The table of contents was different now too:Chapter 1: Neanderthal EttiquetteChapter 2: Neanderthal Phrasebook Chapter 3: Better CavekeepingChapter 4: Dinosaur Care and Grooming Chapter 5: Dragon King Etiquette Though the woman was no fool and knew a little of those archaeologist types, and recognized the words she could not for the life of her imagine how this might come into a dream. She would more think Egypt for father was going to a mummy unwrapping next week. Still perhaps she should read this book before she woke up. After all who knows what interesting details it may offer, certainly a talking point at parties. She wondered if that rather dashing Major that was not long back from India might be interested. He was a little older than her, but his prospects were good…just as long as this was just a silly dream, and not…no it could certainly not be real, and Catherine was almost sure she was not insane. After all the girl knew she behaved properly at all times. The book held a remarkable lot of material. The etiquette chapter, though written in the style of a real etiquette book, spoke of such outrageous things as how a young woman became a part of a Neanderthal family (through membership in a cave man's harem) how to show respect to your Neanderthal husband in stance, word, deed, and sexual favors, how other cave men could tell who your husband was by smelling you, how to treat the other cave girl's in the Neanderthal harem... It was all as outrageous as it was wicked. The second chapter, the language text, seemed to be an in depth phrase book and grammar text but the language called for alternating words (described in Latin alphabet) and animal noises. It also seemed that men and women spoke the same language with a completely different vocabulary set! The better cave keeping chapter began showing a few illustrations of gas salt, flint, and chart tools used in the cave-home. The illustrations became more common and in depth when it reached the section on Dinosaur care and Grooming. The little feathered lizard who was being friendly (currently lying with its head in her lap and purring like a kitten) was called a To'odor. They were extremely clever and made good pets. They also caught mice and protected babies. This book was even more shocking than those pictures she found in her fathers draw, along with the photographs of the native women. She remembered those pictures had made her feel a little strange and the book was doing the same. Catherine found herself getting somewhat flustered until she turned the pages to the more subdued passages. The girl still believed that she was in a dream, though why would she think such wicked thoughts. What part of her mind did this come from? She must never speak of it. No, this must be a secret. How could Catherine repeat what she had read. She stroked the strange creature as it purred, repeating the word as she read it in the book. “But I think I shall call you… Missy like my spaniel.” Missy purred and rubbed up against her in a catlike fashion. She found in the book how such creature appreciated scratching, were to be preened, and where to be stroked. (The last being the eyebrow ridge.) She heard some delighted laughter from down by the water, and much splashing though there was only one woman's voice. Catherine stroked and tickled the creature just in the place the book described, and it seemed to work…though of course it would, wouldn’t it. The girl was rather enjoying the purring creature it was taking her mind off the rather shocking and oh so wicked passages that she had been reading. It was then the girl heard something, something more than the water, it seemed similar to the beautiful singing voice. Perhaps it might be interesting to go and look, after all none of this was real. Thus, it was somewhat exciting. She stood then and brushed her clothing off from the debris of the ground. “Come on then little Missy.” Catherine then made her way to the source of the sound. Curiosity getting the better of her. The little dinosaur scampered happily along beside her as if trained to heal. Reaching the line where jungle trees gave way to pristine white sand, she espied a nude and voluptuous golden haired giantess of a girl over six feet tall will round shoulders, rounder hips, and breasts who'see outer curve could surely be seen from behind bouncing high and proud on her chest as she briskly came out of the surf to the beach, beautiful saffron skin shedding clean ocean water. She still sang a happy song, as if victoriously celebrating the capture of the great salmon she held high on a spear, for the fish was surly five feet long. The blond girl skipped happily up onto the beach, utterly unashamed of her nudity, and with a happy cry used both mighty arms to plant the spear butt in the sand, which put the impaled salmon above her head level. Catherine gasped in horror she would have fainted had it been real. How could her mind do this, become so twisted and so shocking. What had her brother put into her drink? There had been whispers about his activities in those dens with smoke and pipes. Her eyes widened, and she felt her heart beat yet faster beneath her tight corset, the girl put her hand upon her rather uplifted breasts feeling the pounding beneath. Was this Bedlam for her now? She shut her eyes then trying to remove the image from her mind. For it was perhaps a little exhilarating, a little exciting, and it surely should not be. The girl called out something happy and sing-song to her in her curious language, cocked her head, then approached her with a tentative smile. A few paces away, she paused and drew in air through her mouth and nose, then smiled widely in innocent delight, sprang forwards with happy glee grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and gave her a delighted kiss on the lips. The naked girl said one word and pulled her across the beach to a bit from the fish, said it again, pointing to the fish, gestured that she should sit on a piece of drift wood. If she hesitated, the girl said the word again, then pushed her gently down, grabbed a heavy stone knife, and raced over to the fish. With power and efficiency, she chopped a few fish from the steak and in a remarkably short time cleaned them. Returning to her, she took a coconut, chopped the top off, and handed her the bigger, bottom part full of cool juice. She placed raw fish meat in the meaty top part of the count sliced into small fish pieces, and then prepared another steak the same way for herself. She said the word again, looking into her eyes eagerly with cornflower blue eyes, then said the word again. The beautiful sound of the women voice, was what held young Catharine to the spot, which meant she would not run. Her soft moss green eyes widened as the woman drew close, now she was afraid to move, for in her tight boots and long skirts she was sure she could not run as fast as this woman. When the woman pressed her naked body against the girl Catherine gasped in horror. The silk of her fine dress though was soft against the women skin. Catherine had no idea what to do when the woman kissed her on the lips, she had never even been so table with her own mother. The girl had been taught restrain, and this was certainly not something she could fathom. She was in a daze as the woman led her across the beach and had her sit." I... I don't understand." Catherine just wanted to wake up, now, though the woman was not threatening this was still so frightening. The young lady turned to her book panicking trying to find the word the woman had said. Before picking up the raw fish. At least her deportment training had given her the ability not to eat but appear as if she was. She found the word eventually. This language used the same word to mean several related things based on context. She had said the first time, "I will feed you," more or less, and had later said, "Let us eat." The girl ate happily, watching her curiously, looking puzzled at the book, and smiling at the little Croydon, speaking to it a bit with her musical voice. As she reviewed the word the blond girl suddenly looked up behind her and spoke with even more happiness than before, she caught one of the phrases from the book, spoken by the girl with both glee pride. 'I was able to provide for her.' A men' voice, deep and resonant answered, sounding proud, and then she felt arms the size of tree trunks with their muscles go around her waist, and coarse lips kiss the side of her neck. Though the girl had not yet had her ribs removed to make her waist slimmer, the corset she wore did make sure that it was tiny. It was likely as small as his arms. She woman let out a cry as he touched her, her head was spinning now, with her tight corset and the heat she felt more than a little faint...why...what...she needed to wake. Unlike the lady in front of her Catherine's dark auburn hair was braided into a tight knot. Though by now a little had slipped from its bounds. This was turning into a nightmare, her eyes pleaded with the woman in front of her. "Please make him stop..." As the lips found her neck, Catherine let out another cry, it was followed by a whimper, yet she tried to struggle away, "No ...no..." this was disgusting. She kicked out and beat his arms with her silk gloved hands. The thought of having to run...even in this nightmare made the girl yet more afraid. The man said something that sounded pleased and without malice, and the girl replied with pride in her musical voice. She remembered something from the most embarrassing parts of the Neanderthal Etiquette book. "If the patriarch of the household initiatives ritual acceptance, she may perform various acts to further illustrate her worth..."... A small girl might struggle to show that she is stronger than she appears..." The man continued speaking between kisses, his lips working up her neck towards her ear. The nude girl knelt before her, leaning forwards and touching her cheek tenderly, holding it still without any real effort if she tried to thrash, then her soft, bee stung, dusty pink lips joined with the auburn haired girl's with tender passion. Her free hand roamed Catherine's body freely. Eventually she began finding the laces and ties and straps that held her outfit together. The man's hot, hot tongue traced the line of her ear, his teeth nipped gently at her railroad. His free hand massaged her breast through her blouse 'til the cave girl got it in, then he stopped one out of the eco rest to tug lightly on the nipple while his massive, mighty, callused hand cupped it. His body was so hot! Catherine let out another cry and struggled yet harder, yet it was ineffectual, for the girl was not strong. This was no longer feeling like a dream, or even a most hideous nightmare, this EAS feeling all to real. Had she gone insane, was she in hell, it certainly seemed she was there? The words were so frightening, surely they would not do that to her, for the girl had never even touched herself, even if her friend Lucy had suggested it, that she might ready herself for marriage. There was yet more fighting as the two removed her clothing and the woman kissed her fully on the mouth. Still she cried out and begged them to stop. Then his hand was on Catherine's breast, her naked breast, she gasped now feeling light-headed at this horror. They were ample and firm, and smooth compared to his hands. Her nipples were small and pink like rose buds begging to flower. Even through the fear the one in his hand began to respond. Yet the girl continued to protest." Please...no." was all she was able to speak before the lips of the woman were upon her again. The man spoke as he molested her breast deliciously, and the girl broke the kiss to reply with a delighted giggle. Then he pulled her other breast out and took her hands so that he could move her over him as if she weighed about as much as a feather pillow and suckle her nipple with his hot lips, lashing with his tongue as he worked. The girl, meanwhile, straddled them both and worked out how to remove the rest of her clothes, even her forest and panties. Over the next few minutes of the man enjoying her nipple she stripped Catherine completely, then lay down and the massively muscled man lay Catherine down atop the blond who caught her by the wrists and ankles, the blonde's blossom pressing into her shoulder blades as the cave man kissed down helplessly mobilized Catherine's body to her virgin center and licked her inner things teasingly. "No... No..." Catherine cried out loaders as she struggled, she felt his lips on her nipples and her cries were briefly a moan, yet IIT was a moan tinged with fear. Her small succulent nipples did respond to his course tongue and lips, she still tried to fight, yet she was so small and both were able to easily hold her fast. The terror grew with in as did the warmth between her legs, and the sensations in her belly. Even they frightened her, knowing that such sensations were a sin. Her naked body was slight and smooth, she had curves, but nothing like the lady who lay beneath her. Catherine could do nothing, she was between the two, the soft breasts of the woman were arousing against her as was the warmth she felt. Catherine tried to close her legs though as she felt his tongue trace a pattern to the secret place between her thighs. Still the woman struggled, and continued to fight. However, her small prize started to glisten. Looking down between her taut nipples, glistening with her molester's saliva, she could see the fantastic bronzed man's impossibly broad back, skin taut even as seemingly at rest as this, muscle ropy just from its density. He trailed blue-black hair up her leg and over her stomach, obscuring her view of her own secret place, but not the feel of his hot, hot breath against it, nor the obscene sound of his drawing deep scents of it. He said something, and the girl answered reverently before divining her a kiss on the side of the neck that was somehow especially loving. Then the brute's tongue was touching her most sacred place and being drawn up her petals with sinful exquisiteness. Over. And over. And over. The girl who was holding her tight made a pleading noise as if in hopes that she would look at her. Still the young lady tried to fight even more so when she felt his breath upon her soft lips, her prize that had remained untouched. The warmth of the breath and the sounds were bad enough, but it was his tongue. His tongue was licking herthereStill the woman wanted to be away from this, surely this was some kind of hell as Catherine felt those naked bodies against her skin. Her stomach began to ache as she grew warm in her most treasured place. Catherine was crying now her salt tears ran down her face as this brute violated her. She heard the sounds of the woman that held her tight, and tried to look to her, to plead with her that she might escape. The girl squirmed and tried to close her thighs Catherine even tried to break free that she might cover her breasts. "Trisha the aka AI," the blond girl told her in a voice almost moved to tears with happy emotion, and the cave girl gave Hera happy and very loving kiss. At her renewed struggles, the gave girl squeezed in heartfelt delight as their arms wrested. Meanwhile, Catherine's broad backed rapist was not so moved by the thrashing. He caught one knee and pushed it back down on his blond's while keeping focused on wetting her tingling hot peals with long, slow strokes of his tongue. Through sheer stubborn writhing Catherine began to get thrashing arms free long enough to momentarily cover her arching and aching breasts. The cave girl protested her failures WTH faltering voice, then growled out something including the word Trisha, master, and forced her hands back up and clear, this time locking them over her head in a wrestler's full nelson position. Catherine was not even sure if she wanted to know what the words went anymore, all she wanted was to be away from this terrible situation, from this horror. Surely this was worse than any nightmare. Even as her arms were held again, and her knee pushed aside the girl let out a cry, she let out a scream as this beast tongue rolled over her and between her legs, as it parted the most innocent lips of her beautiful and untouched prize. Catherine felt her stomach harden and tighten as the man continued upon her. She let out another scream. The girl however felt she was losing the fight with these two much stronger assailants. The cave man grunted in approval at her lats scream. His tongue, which 'til now had methodical lapped at her petals, straight up in even regular strokes, now began to vary its caress. He pulled back and circled her outer petals with his tongue-tip a few times. Then her inner. He slid his tongue deeper as he worked the circling strokes. Next, his tongue tip worked up to the center of her being and teased back and forth over it to drive her close to ecstasy, but not over the brink before slipping back down to her entrance, rolling is tongue, and penetrating in strokes of the hot, red tongue. Catherine kept screaming as he continued his work on her delicate flower, it was slowly unfurling for him as a tender rose begins to flower in the warm summer months. Her stomach was tightening yet further, and she felt strange sensations over her skin, the girl felt herself grow warmer as his tongue still worked upon her. The woman did not know what was happening to her body, it was gripped with such fear, such horror and yet it was responding in another way too. Still Catherine screamed though, she still tried to get away. Her slender body was glistening in the light, she looked yet more enticing in the way that the blonde woman had retrained her. The massively muscled man seemed satisfied with his tongues work now. He stalked up her body, lips glistening with some strange nectar her petals were producing. He leaned past her to the girl holding her down and the two kissed hungrily, then the girl licked at his lips with needy purrs, getting all the nectar off of them. Throughout their embrace, his iron hard, intensity hot chest was passed into her bare blossom. Smiling down at her and looking for all the world as if she'd made not a sound of anything other than encouragement yet, he ordered the blond girl to lose her hands and caught the comparatively tiny wrists and held them high once more. The blonde girl reached down to guide his manhood--a rod of iron hard flesh akin to a wine bottle!--to her entrance, where he stroked up and down her petals three times before beginning the laborious, delicious agony of slowly sheathing his monster manhood inside of her. The blond was not idle, her free hand finding the hood of her center and teasing it back 'til she could fully stimulate the nub. Catherine tried to escape, but it became yet more impossible, as this massive frame pressed against her. The girl could smell a scent on his lips and was aware it was her own, it disgusted her that he had made her perform in such a manner and shocked her yet further that the woman beneath her was licking it from his lips. Yet that was the least of her worries that was the least of her pain as she felt her soft folds parted for his pleasure. Catherine continued to scream as he tried to enter, yet she was so tight, even if she was wet, nothing, not even a finger had passed her lips. Though her bud hardened from the blond girls fingers, her folds could not yield, he felt how small her small rose was. Perhaps that made it yet more enticing for him. For a moment, the big man hesitated, and concern flitted across his features. Then lust flared, and he positioned himself as if in prayer and spoke some ritual combination of words and purrs. Lifting the joined bodies of the two girls, he thrust all the way into the blond girl beneath her, who cried out in startled pleasure, then babbled like a pleasured magpie as he stroked in and out of her. He spoke a manly command, and the blond smiled and spread her nether lips again, presenting his member too them once more, now wet with her own excitement. He spoke his ritual again, with all the reverence of prayer, and she remembered that one of the lines in the famous chorale piece Carmina Burana one of the lines was the groom praying, "May the gods look with favor on my attempt to open the gates of her virginity." The girl cried out again feeling the heat of the two bodied about her, there was another gasp as the blonde girl parted her lips and exposed her pink and velvet rose it glistened and offered a pure and sweet scent to the man that was about to take her. Catherine was more than aware now what he intended to do to her. The sound of his strange ritual however had a strangely erotic tone to it, she relaxed a little against the girl. Though afraid, it seemed this was inevitable; she had no choice but to allow him entry. Catharine was wet, and as he had been lubricated himself it was a little easier to enter the girl, she was exquisitely tight. The broad backed muscle man gasped, panted, and rumbled as inch by painstaking inch he forced her virginity to part and accept his massive member. Despite the sheer bliss on his face, he paused every inch to let her adjust, 'til the channel he'd forced to spread was able to yield and adjust, so that she was not subjected to pain unbearable, nor did her tightness yield to torn inner muscles. Her maidenhead was only a few inches in, but he allowed several minutes just to reach it, press his member's head full against it. Then he stared deep into her eyes and waited. Catherine’s eyes had been closed as he entered her, though it hurt and though his massive member was stretching her in ways that the girl could not imagine. Gasps and moans were escaping her lips. Even some cries, perhaps they were even in pleasure for he was not hurting her, as she had expected. Her small body writhed a little and yet more of her nectar trickled out from her onto the girl below her. Finally, she opened her eyes; they were less filled with terror and now filled with something akin to intoxication. She just moaned again and instead of trying to close her slim hips, she tried to widen them. That flower was darker now, as was her bud and her enticing little nipples. Catherine managed to speak… “Please…yes…don’t….don’t stop now….” Eyes aflame with tender lust where he gazed into hers, the mighty man gave another command to the blond girl beneath her, who chirped happily and gave extra loving attention to the center of her being. Then the massively muscled man pulled the joined girls bodies closer to himself, positioned carefully, and pressed in again, claiming her virginity, liquid black eyes infernos of lust for her. Catherine let out a cry as he finally broke through her fine barrier, she could not tell weather the experience was painful or if it was the most exquisite experience she could have had. Her body felt as if it were on fire pressed as she was between these two bodies. She felt alive, had in fact the girl was not sure if this was reality and that she had merely been sleeping until this point. For staring into those lust fueled eyes felt so much more real than anything else from her life before. Perhaps it was then that she had been dreaming… She tried to part her legs yet wider and began to writhe once more against the blond woman, this time it was not to escape from her though, it was with an erotic pleasure. Her own arousal was now upon the man, and was joined with a little blood from opening of her gates. The massive man groaned in heavy desire as the girl surrendered, bathing his manhood with her convulsions of lust. His face was flush with the heat of her tightness filling him as he thrust into her to the hilt, then he drew back in long, steady, relentless thrusts. A thought drew his eyes down from her own to her bosom. He watched entranced for a time the rocking of her breasts and squirming of her body. Finally convinced that she was overtaken by lust, he lightly slapped his beloved blond on the side of the hip. She answered with a weak protest, being as she was quite happily pressing chest to back, blossom to squirming clxix, and lips to shoulder and neck. He repeated the command, and she gave an obedient chirp. Squirming out from under the two, leaving Catherine's arms and legs free to respond to the man as she wished. The girl did not know what to do once the blonde released her arms and legs though she felt the strength of her lust within her passion driving her on. Her moans erupted from her mouth like a volcano in contrast the waterfall beneath which spilled over the man. Her hands reached out and ran over his chest his shoulders and then his spin. His body was so strong and muscular and so warm. Her hands caressed his skin as she took in his masculine scent, filling her being with it. Catherine wrapped her slender thighs about the man arching her back trying to push him in at a faster and more urgent rhythm. The girl bucked her hips with yet more urgency, her breath was coming in gasps and shouts now, and Catherine felt as if her whole body was erupting with pleasure. The blond stood beside them, blue eyes wide with lust, but control the urge to touch when her master and his second girl didn't need their movements impeded. The great bare of a man who enjoyed her now with all his heart and soul enjoyed her also with his lusty eyes, drinking in her face still on occasion until poor writing Catherine was so lost to lust as to arch her back and thrust her breasts up into even better presentation. Then he could look at nothing else than their bouncing beauty. His enormous manhood was aflame, and each thrust pumped blast-furnace pleasure into the rest of his body. The warm beach air was an erotic chill against his burning body by contrast, and the hungry touches of her tiny hands trails of needy fire in yet another contrast. It was almost time, he knew, for both of them, and that could only mean one thing. There was only one sensation that could possibly be worth the sacrifice of the sensual delight of watching her body squirm and bounce as his thrusts pumped the nectar of her soul from it, and that was to press her hot and needy self against his chest in a loving embrace while his upturned hips hammered his ecstasy into her channel, raking her hot body against his in the final ascent to their mutual peak. His already massive member convulsed and erupted deep into her once virgin channel with endless streams of seed, marking her forever with his scent. The slender dark haired girl screamed out again with ecstatic gratification, she begged him now to fill her as he pressed his huge chest against her slight frame and her soft smooth breasts. Her head was thrown back; her long hair was no longer imprisoned with in pins instead like her spirit is free of the confines of the society in which she had lived. The contrasts of the heat and the cold, the scents of the sea, and herself, the scent of the man, only threw her further over the edge. She could barely breathe now Catherine dug her fingers into his back and wrapped her legs yet tighter about him. Her silken channel seemed to tighten, to contract as he filled her with his seed as if she was trying to draw it all within her. The broad backed man roared and growled and groaned as he held her close, spasm after spasm wracking his fantastic muscled body as gush after gush of seed shot into her. Sea wind caught her hair and welcomed it to freedom. Her rapist, her lover, her liberator fell back slowly back upon the sand and held her close, content to hold her for just a bit, and the still needy blond was not so needy as to not appreciate the power of what was happening to her. Though her body cried out to be ravished as well, she instead snuggled up on her side beside her, on a chest big enough for two even when one was dead center and still impaled on a more or less erect cock. Her arms joined his in lovingly cuddling the newly freed spirit, in offering kisses of welcome. Catharine lay there panting she returned the girls kisses and stroked the men massive chest still so confused about that had just happened, as her own gate had been broken so had much of her old confines. The girl could still feel inside her as they lay joined as one. Everything seemed so much clearer the scents, the colors, the sounds and the sensations. It was as if a veil had been lifted from, as if her death shroud had been removed. The girl just lay there basking and socking up each moment that passed. There quite cuddling stretched on and on.Finally, the blond gave an inquisitive chirp, to which the man replied with a syllable. The girl gave her a kiss of tantalizing invitation, then coaxed her in her embrace to lift herself off of the man's member and down to the sand beside him. The blond straddled her new love, offering her needy blossom to the Burnett's lips. Her own tongue began a slow and leisurely journey along the sensitive petals of Catherine's once virgin flower. She drank a cleaned in the midst of her attentive licks, learning of the flavor of her new love's ecstasy mingled with her lords as she removed the proof of that passion. Catherine did not want to be taken from the embrace of the man neither did she want to be removed from his wondrous member. However, the invitation was there, and her body craved more attention. As the woman offered her own blossom Catherine waited for a moment and then realized what she was supposed to do as the blonde began to use her mouth upon the girls most sensitive part. She could feel the blonde woman drinking nectar from her tender cup. The pleasure was immense, and the girl let out a long sigh. It was then that Catherine tentatively began stroking the woman’s soft lips opening them slightly so that her own tongue might begin to pleasure this woman. The taste was exquisite. Like nothing, she had ever tasted. The man rolled over on his side to watch the girls enjoy each other, member hanging down his thigh to the beach, thick and swollen but not erect. The blond girl purred happily, the vibrations passing from lips to petals. Then she lapped more eagerly, in long needy strokes from clit along the length of Catherine's channel, over and over, for many minutes, occasionally rolling her tongue and thrusting into the girl's channel instead, or rubbing back and forth against her pleasure-nub alone. Catherine attempted to mirror the woman’s actions wanting to pleasure as much Ashe blonde was bringing her own to life. The girls hands began to explore the others body, stroking ad caressing her soft smooth skin, by let her fingers pass over the blondes with gentle caresses she was learning more about her own form. She then returned to the blonde girls blossom which was moist from her attentions, tentatively then she began to investigate it with her long fingers, savoring the soft moist folds and petals. Kneeling over her to do her delicious work, the blond reached between them and found her bud, that sensitive nub that was the very ecstasy-gate to her soul. She stimulated it with all the loving passion she knew drove her wild. Meanwhile, she rolled her tongue and bobbed her head up and down, thrusting in and out of her new-found beloved's channel with the full length of her tongue. The girl cried out and then moaned against the blondes lips as she found her little hardened blood which was so warm now, it seemed to radiate such heat as did her sweet velvet folds and petals. Feeling the tongue probe so deep as well as the attention on her nub drew Catherine so close to climax once more. Even as the girl made her sounds of pleasure her fingers continue to enter the blonde woman, and her tongue found her point of pleasure and began to suckle on it. As she had been before Catherine was becoming so lost at this moment of true ecstasy. The blond cave girl mewed desperately as spasms of ecstasy wracked her body and passionate nectar gushed in response to the girl from the future's loving attention.* * *The muscled giant who watched was fully erect now and gave them barely a moment to recover from their spasms before he took control of the situation again. This time, he scooped them both up, lay Catherine on her back on the beach, then settled his favorite blond over her, their breasts mashed together so that she could gaze lovingly into the burned's eyes as the muscleman lay over them, expertly keeping some of his weight on one fist so that she would not be unpleasantly crushed. He knew the journey into the blond's channel well, and she cooed, then squeezed in need, eyes rolling up in the back of her head as he slid into her. The cave man didn't have to hold back with his long time lover, 'nor did she have to be a virgin to clench him tightly. He stored his thickness in and out of her in strong, long thrusts that drove the blond up and down the burned's body, her hard nipples dancing with Catherine's to the tune her lover set.

Slip Stream Ettiquette (Senti and Muse)|rating:2.0

Questing for names IC [4e]

Because Stillman't decide on another name.Chair. Whether through altruism or want for money, you have answered the mayor's call for aid. Gathering in his spacious office, he motions the five of you to sit down, and passes around a scrap of bloodied silk and a portrait of a young woman." My daughter was kidnapped last night. Whoever did it don't leave a ransom note. Please help me find her." Axis Swift current'The hulking man nods his head at the mayor's bidding to sit down. He then gingerly lowers himself into the chair, the chair groaning in protest at the strain. A pair of glazed over blue eyes slide over the room as Axis reaches into his belt to pull out his flask and take another pull from what smells like very cheap alcohol. To anyone unfortunate enough to be next to the man, the smell of months of substandard hygiene are very easy to see. Screwing the cap back on his flask and returning it to his belt, Axis now busies himself with picking a flea from his knotted mop of red curly hair and crushing it between his gloved fingers. The Mayor had forced him into doing this as a sort of penance for Axis' many drunken brawls across the small town. He had gained himself a bit of a reputation for it, in fact. It was either jail or this, and Axis wasn't too excited about going back to jail. So he was here, looking for some lost tart. He chuckles as the Mayor finishes speaking. Heh. No ransom note, huh? Well at least she won't be hard to find. He chuckles more, finding himself quite humorous in his drunken state. He leans over to clap the nearest person on the back, his rancid breath spewing out in their direction. Furthermore, he sits back in his chair and reaches for the portrait. However, he stops himself short of grabbing it and holds up a hand as if to say, 'I've had an idea'. He then leans back and wipes his hands on his already tarnished golden armor and reaches back for the delicate piece, his hands just as filthy as before. He roughly handles the fragile painting, seemingly unsure of how to treat it gently. Furthermore, he looks down at the girl and raises an eyebrow at the Mayor. Quite a looker you’ve got there. A pretty girl like that should turn up in no time. I know, He hastily stands and swaggers a bit on his feet, drunkenly off balance. As he speaks, flecks of spit fly out and stick to his bushy copper beard. I bet she's in one of the bars. I volunteer to take on this dangerous task. Will anyone choose to go with me? He raises one hand and places the other over the scratched out symbol of Word on his chest. He thinks he's offering the rest of his companions a way out this job. Unfortunately for him, he is probably the only one who is here against his will. Ephraim looks at the man who just clapped him on the back in disgust, his delicate features wrinkling at the smell, the sight and the crudeness." I rather doubt she's at a bar. Let me see that picture, before you destroy it." He takes it from the larger man, looking as if he'd rather put his hands near a demon. He spends a moment memorizing the girl's face before handing it to the nearest person who isn't Axis. Furthermore, he examines the silk, frowning, and passes that around as well." Of course, I'll help you. Those who would harm others despoil the beauty of the world and are an offense to Corell on and to all sense of decency." He says, his face set in determination. "We'll find her, and make this responsible pay." He pauses for a moment." I don't suppose you have any other information? Witnesses? The state of the crime scene, or better yet, allowing us to examine it to see if we can find any clues?" Spoiler Hide IOC: I swear to the gods I'm buying like a thousand scrolls of Fastidiousness at some point. Nisan accepts the silk and portrait from Ephraim and takes a step away from Axis as he examines them." Or, perchance, a trail from whatever caused this?"he asks, gesturing with the silk for emphasis." I mean, wounds that stain clothes and bedsheets don't preternaturally stop bleeding of their own accord -- not unless there's a fair amount of either time or magic involved. From the sound of it, these people had neither." Having himself memorized the portrait's contents to his satisfaction, he passes both items to the next person in line. After shortly arriving in this small town to study more of the historic lore before the war between BAEL Truth and Arkosic rent the world asunder a request had been hand-delivered to present himself at the Mayor's residence. Alex was still not quite accustomed to being sought out to aid in someone's else problem. It was not long ago he first strapped Red, his horse, to the dusty old hay cart and set forth into the world. Now he sat in a Mayor's humble office with four other grand adventurers, though one a goblin he would hold his tongue until the cretin's actions gave him reason to doubt. Alek took the picture and silken scarf taking a deep breath he retched as the fumes of the former Sir Axis almost make him gag. Putting the portrait and cloth in the same hand he waves a hand and mutters in the direction of Axis. Spoiler Hide Prestidigitation: Create Sensory Influence: Eliminate Body Odor, Clean Axis's head for 1 hour. Instantly the heavy odor of stale spirits and unwashed heathen is gone from the room replaced by a subtle of smell of a pine tree. Axis's red hair is abjured of dirt as well his face leaving a spotless appearance starting from the nape of his head to a few inches below the golden armor that shines brilliantly compared to the rest of the tarnished suit." There at least a man can concentrate now." Alex muttered to himself though still audible to everyone present. His eyes seem to focus on a point faraway in front of him as his hand runs over the bloody silk piece delving for any trace of Arcane influence. Spoiler Hide Arcane Check to Sense any Magical Influence in the bloody silk. Arcane (1d20+10)[21] The piece of silk isn't a scarf, it's a piece that looks torn off from a lady's nightgown or such. To Alex's senses, no magic was used to directly harm the fragment, but the blood itself has a faint, nearly imperceptible, magic aura. The mayor frowns at the drunken paladin." She's not a tavern wench, fool. She was taken in the dead of night from her own quarters." His expression softens as he turns to the more...helpful men." I can take you to them, but they're in a bit of a mess. I don't know how the perpetrators could have done all this without alerting the night watch." Passing the silken shred of nightgownAleklooked slightly perplexed the magical emanations he sensed came not from the mundane silk but the blood. As the mayor stood Alex handed the portrait to the Goblin but hung onto the piece of silk memorizing the feel of the magic aura in the blood. Before they left Alex spoke up, "Your daughter did she have any talents for the Arcane, Mr. Mayor?" "Her mother's side of the family seems to have some minor talents in it, yes. Distantly related to some ancient wizard or something, I think. She hasn't shown much of an interest in it herself yet, though." Alex tapped a finger against his chin as he considered the bloody silken nightgown shred the aura seemed to be strong enough to suggest it was more than merely the daughter's bloodline, but magic was studied not passed down, some may have an aptitude for it more than others but unless she strayed into other fields or developed the arcane energies of a Sorceress it may have been the echoes of the magic of whoever kidnapped her." We should have a good look at this room too." The resonance would be stronger too if it is the offending mage had not been careful. Again Alex's eyes seemed to flutter as his hand wove a complex pattern over the nightgown shred. He had to focus on the task not what of may have happened to the poor woman. He sent an Arcane ping through the aura to test it for a resonance; if it was weak his own ping should have been returned weak, if it was stronger than his ping would be returned to him more for forcefully. Spoiler Hide Arcane Check to test the Magic Aura for its strength, basically whether its some vestige of a bloodline or the resonance of a spell cast on her. (1d20+10)[26] Axis SwiftcurrentAxis eyes Ephraim, a glint of drunken rage flaring up in behind his eyes. Who was this tea cozy of a man to tell him off? He opened his mouth to argue with the Aldrin, but Ephraim continued before he managed to spit out whatever slurred insult he had thought of. He, instead, settled for leaning back in his chair and taking another pull from his flask. Axis remained silent for the moment, his eyes lazily flicking across the room. He'd fallen a long way to be chasing after some Mayor's tart of a daughter. He perked up when his head was magically cleaned. Furthermore, he looked around in surprise. Furthermore, he narrowed his glazed eyes at Alex and muttered something about him not being a man and who asked him for his help anyway. Rather uncharacteristic for Axis, he decided not to start a fight with the man and opted for another pull from his flask. The rancid drink inside sloshing about. It must be 3/4 empty by now. After the Mayor addresses him, he leans forward and very matter-of-factly states:Ah. Just because she was taken from her room does not mean that she didn't wind up in a bar. Satisfied with his logic, he leans back and begins to grope for his flask once again. He stops and instead listens to the discussion about the girl and her room. He tosses his hands into the air and grumbles, By the spineless god that is Word, One of his favorite expletives. Let us go to the room. We'll not find anything out by sitting here and looking at some tart's picture and bloody rag. He clamors unsteadily to his feet, turns to the door, and then abruptly turns back. Which way is her room? He sways back and forth, his eyes looking vaguely in the direction of the Mayor. The magic aura that Alex senses is extremely faint, most likely from untapped hereditary magic potential, as a minor village's mayor's daughter is unlikely to have had a steady diet of charmed food. The mayor gestures slightly for the adventurers to follow him." I'll show you to her room, then." He takes the group to a room in the east wing, and opens the door. The bedroom is a mess. The bed's covers are pulled off and torn, and the room in general shows signs of a struggle. The window is mostly torn out, but the cool autumn breeze doesn't justify the unnatural chill in the room. Hob had been in town for a week, but this was the first time a seemingly well paying job opportunity presented itself. All the nicer bars would not allow a goblin within their establishment, bard or no, so he had been reduced to a street performer until this call for help had been made. When he arrived with the others, he wasn't particularly offended by the drunk's smell, but he did seem to dislike him for some reason. He looked like the type that would always harass him during a performance at a tavern...and then he saw the way that wizard eyed him, but he was used to that by now. When he was passed the picture he looked at it for a bit, but eventually admitted with an only slightly deep and guttural voice,"All these human women look alike to me, at least with the men they have facial hair to tell each other apart...but I degrees." He then took the silk, and examined it closely, sniffing it a bit. As the mayor led them to room she was abducted from, Hob blinked a bit at the cold. He then let out a softhmmm... Ephraim looks around the room, searching for clues and seeing if he can feel out anything amiss magically. Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+6)[23] Arcane: (1d20+11)[30] Nisan doesn'ttquitehave the aptitude for Arcane that Ephraim does, but he's more than willing to join the mundane search. Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+10)[16] Also: he muttered a swift prayer of thanks to Ion after Ephraim's Prestidigitation. Ephraim notices immediately that the cold wasdefinitelycaused by a supernatural force, but also that not much else was. The cuts on the cloth and around the window frame are jagged and in groups of three or four. A few drops of blood are dried on the ground, as well as a rather bloody fang-like tooth. Alex paused at the entrance of the room before stepping into it something struck him cold to the marrow though the outside breeze carried a pleasant warmth. He cast around with otherworldly senses, if the woman's blood was like an arcane scent then some other residue of the culprit may have been left behind, as a matter of habit he searched suspicious of illusions. Spoiler Hide Arcane(1d20+10)[29] For the source of the Cold feeling. Insight(1d20+8)[20] To pierce any possible illusion concealing more evidence in the room. The cold has a powerful, lingering aura, but isn't from any spell that either Ephraim or Alex recognizes, as if it were channeled from the raw Elemental Chaos by some other means. There don't seem to be any illusions in place: this was as definitely as much a smash-and-grab as it appears. Alex swept around the room letting the feel of raw Elemental Chaos sink into him, it was not evoked like a spell it just seemed to be a lingering after effect of whatever was done here. Judging by the claw marks and the evidence he ran through his minds' knowledge of different creatures, unfortunately evidence seemed to point to a non-human attacker though a crafty political enemy of the mayor's would do such a thing to lead them astray. Alex put the theories away and focused on the evidence in the room, he began to maunder on more to himself though audible to all." Both Bullying and Census have 4 digit hands though I have never heard of either having fangs such as this, but the Bullying do have historical ties to the ancient powers of chaos. Hamm... No, no reason their too lazy for this and the Menu too shy, tell me Mr. Mayor do you have many enemies or any problems with vermin in these parts? And it shames me to admit not too much about the lay of the land beyond the farms around here can you describe that too?" Alex finished speaking facing the mayor with an expect eyebrow perched, reminiscent of a teacher expecting an answer from a student, he could be awfully indifferent at times. He brought up what he knew about the outlying area's past to see if there was anything worth mentioning from his Notebook. All the while seeming to be an absent-minded professor he paid close attention to the way Mayor spoke looking for any tells of falsehoods. Alek's cat curled its tail around his as he listened to the Mayor its silver eyes gazing up at the townsman with its ears perked forward. Spoiler Hide Arcane Check: (1d20+10)[17]: Discern if any Creature he knows fits the evidence. Nature Check: (1d20+2)[7]: Same thing and see if he can place any of the terrain the Mayor describes based on what he has seen on the journey into town. Dungeoneering Check: (1d20+7)[16] Same thing History Check: (1d20+10)[17] What he knows about the town's past. Insight Check: (1d20+8)[24] To pay attention of how the mayor speaks about the town and the outlying area in comparison to whether he has enemies or problems with vermin. Basically gain a reference of how the Mayor speaks when he's telling the truth. Ephraim quietly examines the claw marks and the tooth, and tries to think of anything he might have heard of that would match such things. Spoiler Hide Trying to see if I can identify the thing from the tooth/claw marks: Nature: (1d20+1)[9] Arcane: (1d20+11)[15] Edit: deep hi bad rolls "Failing personal enemies, what sort of monsters lurks around this area?" He glances over at the mayor as he adds to the wizard's line of questioning. Both intellectuals fail to recall anything that would have claws, be able to tear out a window, and is capable of causing a chill. Or at least not anything that they think could squeeze through the window. Alek recalls that the area was used even back in the Arkansian days for agriculture, and that there would likely be some kind of ruined fortress that would make a good hiding place for any number of clawed, man-eating critters. The mayor ponders the flurry of questions for a bit before replying (as far as Alex can tell, truthfully)"There's a few caves and ruins around that have been overrun by goblins and kobolds, but most of our troubles come from the more barbaric of the Orc tribes to the west, and some wandering beasts that descend from the mountains or crawl out of the caverns. I don't think I've got any personal rivals to mention that would even think of this, much less be able to do it unnoticed. To the north, there are the mountains, and the dwarf miners, and to the east there's the elves' forests. South is the road towards the city, and west leads to the steppes and the Orcs. There are some old ruins about a half-hour's walk north of here, and a few more scattered around... but the rest? I couldn't tell you for sure." Alex turned a spin in the room memorizing every last detail before stopping facing his companions. "Well the only thing to do would be to investigate some of these ruins they make the ideal hiding spots for any kidnappers since any rumor of Goblin or Kobold would keep the townsmen away and if it is some tribe of Goblins or Kobolds responsible we can put an end to the threat in the bud. Meanwhile, Mr. Mayor I would post a few of your fine guardsmen one or two suffice maybe a half day down the road out of town and make sure no human interloper tries to sneak your daughter out of town. Regardless of this mess we cannot rule out any possibility yet." "We should probably also see if they've left any trails. Unfortunately I don't think any of us are very well versed in tracking..." "If we do end up running in to any goblins, I would appreciate it if you would give me a chance to speak with them before doing anything rash or violent. I know many of my kin are brutes, but the same can be said of the larger races." He eyed the paladin a little as he finished talking. He then adds,"Kobolds are another story. I have known a few civil ones, but there is no particular love between the kobolds and goblins, and I doubt any of us could dissuade any violence they would bring." Axis SwiftcurrentAxis steps into the room, and subtly examines everything. His eyebrows arch on his forehead. This place was a disaster. No sort of alliance in this job. It was the very definition smash and grab, or at least it looked that way. He stalked around the room, and lazily looked for clues. He doubted they would find much here that they hadn't already deduced, but at least they weren't sitting in the stuffy roomtalkingany longer. Axis rolls his head around on his shoulders, loud popping sounds issuing from his neck. He groaned in his new-found comfort and plopped down on the edge of the bed. Pulling his flask out for yet another pull, he mumbles Well there's a lot of nothing up here. He eyes the goblin up as he directed his comments at Axis. He growled at the goblin and snorted his nose. There was no way he was going to take any sort of disrespect from a little pipsqueak like that. He'd hacked his way through too many of that kind to hold any sort of respect for them. He tried to grab the tooth as it was passed from person to person, but it seemed like he was being ignored by the others. It wasn't the first time he'd been ignored in his life. Axis had grown used to it. He snatched the tooth from its final resting place and examined it, holding it up to his own teeth to compare. Spoiler Hide History - (1d20+6)[7] Any information Axis might know about the town, ruins, and surrounding area. Perception - (1d20+8)[15] Nature - (1d20+3)[8] Dungeoneering - (1d20+3)[16] Streetwise - (1d20+4)[23] Maybe Axis had heard something since he practically lives in a tavern. The ... mutual distaste that Hob and Axis have for each other is not lost on Nisan, and he decides to try and get things moving in a "better" direction." Well, unless we can determine where that tooth came from or why exactly it's so bloody cold in here--which I doubt--standing around here doing nothing won't get the mayor's daughter saved." Nisam, apparently satisfied that he's not going to find any more clues inside the room, moves to the broken window and uses the barren lack of window to try and learn what he can about the kidnappers' entrance and escape. Spoiler Hide Nature: (1d20+4)[15] (Who knows, Nisan might know something about that tooth's source after all.) Perception: (1d20+10)[12] (To check, based on visible marks/clues, whether it/they most likely came in from above, below, or sideways) Perception: (1d20+10)[12] (And another to spot any trail it/they left on their way out.) Fun fact: 4e tracking is (by RAW) based solely on Perception, regardless of environment and/or Nature or Dungeoneering checks. Edit: Well, at least they aren't ones... Axis thinks about what he's heard about the area, and realizes he doesn't even know the name of the town, much less anything of interest near it. However, hedoesrecall hearing rumors of the various local monstrous races stealing young maidens for virgin sacrifices to their vile deities. Nisam tries to find some clues in the area, but a gust of wind suddenly blows in his face, forcing him to close his eyes and miss any clues the others didn't find. However, he does remember that the fang roughly matches those of multiple monstrous races, and is most likely a kobold's, given its size. The mayor sighs at the suggestion of sending the guards out to search for his daughter." I've already got as many of my guards searching for her as I can. That's why I'm asking for your help. I've already got men on the main roads and Barkeep already knows to look out for her." Everyonecalls him Barkeep. Yes, even his wife and son. Axis SwiftcurrentAxis stands up from the edge of the bed and dusts his hands off. He was getting bored already, and either needed to find a bar or a fight. Well, there's no use sitting around here scratching ourselves. Axis punctuated the sentence with a belch. We might as well go out and start lookin' for her before those goblins or kobolds or whatever they are sacrifice them to their so-called gods. It was an ill-hidden jab at Hob, and Axis was drunk. Nevertheless, he reached for his flask and took another drink. Now unless you all would like to stay here and have a tea party, I recommend we go and check out those ruins you mentioned. He waves a hand in Alex's direction. Though I still say we check the bars. You never know who'll turn up there. Alkali nodded in agreement with Axis,"He's right mores time a wastin'. Alright then if you have a map handy Mayor and perhaps a man that knows these parts well we can set forth to find your daughter. I imagine there's a farmer or woodsman around here that knows almost every nook and cranny though in this area." In his head he tried to imagine what the ruins he had known about and the lay of the land related plotting each site by what he knew from general hearsay and his own studies. Spoiler Hide History:(1d20+10)[24]: What he can recollect about the various ruins in the area and descriptions about their locations. Nature: (1d20+2)[13]: How well he can place what he's read in historical books with what he knows of the area's terrain. Streetwise:(1d20-1)[4] What rumors and small talk he's gathered from his stay in the village so far that correlate with what he's read of the ruins and what he knows of the land. Ephraim shifts his mild sense of distaste momentarily from the walking slab of rotten meat in the room to the wizard." I'm sure that a map or even directions would suffice. There is little reason to bring innocent townsfolk into this, they're likely to be hurt. Bad enough that one woman is already in trouble without involving others." He gives the wizard a look that says 'I can't believe you really suggested that' which, with his strangely glowing almost monotone eyes, comes out rather more creepy than questioning. Alex snorted at the softhearted sword mage there wasn't a real woodsman between the five of them and if they set out into some forest without a guide they'd be following their own asses for miles. Contempt flashed on his face for a moment before fading a to a neutral expression. Hob closed his eyes, and mentally impaled Axis with his sword, but resisted any urge to snap back at him. He then gave a long sigh, smiled, and said"It seems there is a bit of tension within most of our little group. We should all try to get along a little better, and be more open-minded to everyone's ideas. We're not going to fine this human girl arguing." Alex's memories of his studies are more useful to him than what little he had overheard on the streets. He knows that there ought to be an old Arkansian fort somewhere nearby, remembering an old map of the area. If he saw a recent map, he could probably figure out which ruins would be most likely to have a significant monster population. The mayor leads the group back to his office, and pulls out a map. Alex recognizes the location of the fort's ruins, and the mayor points out a couple of other places that he's sent some men to look, but he doesn't expect them back for a day or two. Alex studied the map spreading it over the Mayor's desk, yes he remembered now he traced his finger along from the ruins of the fort to where the town was now. It seemed like less than a day's journey mounted not much of a problem the terrain looked to be farm land and woods most of the way. Spoiler Hide Nature: Take 20: However long it takes to memorize the route on the map. "The journey does not look rigorous less than a day maybe if we all have mounts?" He looks at the others, his horse Truth and the cart he rode could carry a few but not the whole party. The mayor offers Alex a loose piece of parchment and a quill, and he carefully copies the map. At the mention of mounts, the mayor pulls out another scrap of parchment and scribbles down a note." It should be less than half a day's ride. Give this note to the stable boy. Consider it your advance pay if you wish." "That will do nicely, I will attempt to ensure the horses are returned to the same condition they were given. Now seems prudent to begin our quest." Alex turned to his companions looking for assent or failing that perhaps bursting into action to get under way. "Thank you for your assistance, sir. We shall do our best to see that your daughter is returned safely home, and that those responsible will pay. I have no taste for people who would harm the children of others. If something happened to my-" He cuts off. "Never mind, it's nothing. We'll be on our way, then." The party accepts the mayor's final thanks and wishes for good luck, and make their way to the stables. Upon seeing the note, the stable boy gives each party member lacking a mount a horse with riding gear, including a pony for the goblin.(Assuming that from the silence over the last three days, no one else has any other business in town)The travelers ride along the road outside of town, following Alex's map until they find a dilapidated stone building standing alone amidst a pile of knee-high ruined walls. As they approach, they hear hissing, chattering voices from within the structure. Upon passing the walls, various crude wood and bone objects littered along the ground and a fire pit extinguished within the last few hours become easily visible, but the objects' owners are not present. Ephraim ties the horse a bit away from the ruins and walks cautiously about, sword drawn, faint arcane energy lingering around him like a force field." Be careful. Just because we can't see them doesn't mean they aren't here," Ephraim whispers as he looks around, trying to see if he can spot anything. Spoiler Hide Obligatory Perception check: (1d20+6)[19] inb4 half the party forgets to specify what they do with the horses, and we have Schrödinger's Horse. Nisan ties his horse next to Ephraim's, then drawshissword and starts his own wary investigation. As he draws closer to the ruins, he takes advantage of the cover provided by the walls (and the presumed lack of windows in the near wall of the building) to sneak up to the entrance so he can listen more closely ... mentally cursing his failing grade in Remedial Diatonic 101 back at the temple as he does so. Spoiler Hide Stealth: (1d20+9)[13] Perception: (1d20+10)[23] (to spot hidden foes) Perception: (1d20+10)[12] (to hear-slash-understand what's going on inside) Hob follows suite and ties his pony up next to the horses, and lightly grasps his wand as he looks about. Spoiler Hide perception: (1d20+1)[3] Edit: And obviously gets some dust in his eyes and is forced to try and rub it out... William SwiftcurrentAxis slides of his horse with more grace than you would have expected from the man. Maybe somewhere in his past, he had ridden regularly. He ties his horse next to the others, and draws his crag hammer and shield. He walks forward to look at the extinguished fire. Spoiler Hide Perception - (1d20+2)[12] Alex with a jerk of the reins stopped Truth, the brown gelding brushed its tail across its back but remained quiet. Looking around Alex hopped down from the cart and walked around to the front of the horse where he produced an apple from underneath his cloak and fed it quietly to the horse. Turning to the ruins he took a moment to take in the environment stretching out with his senses. With a quiet unintelligible word from Alex a small black and gray tomcat leaped out of the back of the cart and easily crossed the ground to where Nisan stood by the entrance. The cat's eyes took on a faint glimmer and it looks inside. Alek meanwhile lifted an oaken staff from the back of the cart and stands openly at the back of the group leaning on the staff slightly. Walking over to where Axis stands he leans against the staff and momentarily examines the ground looking at the fire and the various primitive tools. After a moment he loses interest in them and campfire snaps into flames as if from its own accord Alex warms himself with the flames. Spoiler Hide Alex: Perception Check: (1d20+8)[12] To see if he notices any movement or anyone hidden among the ruins, other than the obvious evidence. Arcane Check: [roll1d20+10[/roll] To see if he can sense any of the auras that he had felt at the scene of the crime. Dungeoneering Check: (1d20+7)[18] Examining the rudimentary tools to see if they reveal the origin or type of creature that would most likely use them, his gut feeling saying Kobold. Prestidigitation: Light the Campfire. Tom Alex's Familiar: Stealth Check: (1d20+5)[18] To sneak up to the entrance of the ruins. Perception Check: (1d20+8)[11] To see what's inside using its Low Light Vision. The area outside the building is rather devoid of hiding monsters, and the motifs on the tools as well as their crude design suggests they were made by kobolds. The same chilling magic aura clings to the area, but it's far fainter and more passive, as if the source of power was not actually in use in the immediate location. Alex looked up examining the magic aura invisible to the naked eye it seemed passive here,"This feels like the place." "Let's start looking, then. But carefully, of course." Ephraim quietly but resolutely moves into the building, keeping careful watch on his surroundings and his sword at the ready. Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+6)[24] Stealth: (1d20+2)[4] Axis SwiftcurrentAxis nods approvingly as Ephraim moves toward the building. You know, for a sissy looking fella, you're sure on the right track. Axis quickly follows after the man to the building. Axis pokes his head into the building, checking the area, before moving all the way in. The brutish man tightens his grip on his shield and holds it close to his chest. This was the type of situation where the attacker found them, not the other way around. Ephraim shoots Axis a look somewhere in between amused, offended and disgusted before he enters the building." At least I've bathed in the last three decades..." He mutters, then snorts. "If you expect the Aladdin to be nothing but effete, lazy elitists dwelling in ivory towers, you are sadly mistaken." Alex followed Ephraim and Axis into the building with a gesture of his hand the end of his staff lit up brilliantly illuminating the area, he took a look around shining the light in the dark corners. Spoiler Hide Prestidigitation: Light Perception Check: (1d20+8)[16] Axis SwiftcurrentAxis scoffs at Ephraim. Hey, I've bathed within the last three decades. He stops as if to think of a specific occasion. He smirks and waves his hand in the direction of Alex. He just cleaned me earlier. Grinning with satisfaction, Axis looks about for any evidence of life. He mutters under his breath, And, for the record, Aldrin are lazy elitists. I'm willing to give on the Ivory towers bit. As the party steps boldly into the hall, a small reptilian humanoid with pale greenish scales and a sling, easily identifiable as a kobold, snarls something in a tongue you don't recognize, then hisses"Intruders! Leave USSS!" Roll Initiative Group 1 - (1d20+5)[10]Group 2 - (1d20+3)[15] Axis SwiftcurrentAn impish Axis forms on Axis' face. It had been a long time since he mowed down a gang of kobolds. Several hundred years, in fact. Even though it was just one lonely kobold, it would have to do. He clashed his crag hammer against the metal shield and barked at the lizard. He then grumbled to Word:Watch this, you old goat. Spoiler Hide Supernal Speech Initiative - (1d20-1)[2] "What, and miss out on whatever you're trying to hide from us? Not on your life, pal. Come to think of it ... "Nisan brings his great sword into full view of the kobold" ... it may very well be on your life." Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+1)[20] As they ran into the lone kobold, Hob silently made an intense look, and held his wand more firmly. Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[2] Edit: And then seems to end up sneezing all over his wand... Ephraim readies his sword, his warding swirling around him more vibrantly as he readies for battle." It's you who'll want to leave, kobold, when we're done. You have one chance to surrender." Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+2)[9] Alex grins sheepishly as Axis waved for to him which quickly turned into a look of shock when the Kobold appeared in the light." Holy Crap!" Alex says aloud before summoning all his arcane energies to bear. Spoiler Hide Initiative (1d20)[5] Nisan's first in initiative... MapSpoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|N10 Ephraim|Aladdin|M10 Hob|Goblin|M11 Axis|Bald Human|L10 Alex|Black-Hair|L11 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|K4, ???[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions Spoiler Hide None Nisan decides to make good on his thinly veiled threat, and closes with the kobold, hoping to overwhelm it before its allies can respond. Nisan mutters a quick prayer to Ion as he circles the sludge pit, before charging the last few feet -- feeling the now-familiar surge of divine guidance as he brings his sword to bear. Spoiler Hide Minor Action: Oath of Enmity on the kobold at K4. Move Action: 2 west, 1 south, 3 west (to O5). Standard Action: Charge to L5 and use Overwhelming Strike on the K4 kobold. Attack (vs. AC): (1d20+8)[18] OR (1d20+8)[15], whichever's higher. Damage: (1d10+4)[10] On a hit, Nisan will shift to K5 and slide the kobold to L5. The Kobold uses the momentum from Nisan's strike to slide out of the Avenger's reach, then fires a sticky object from its sling towards the obviously-armored Axis and jumps a little farther away while two more kobolds jump out from the darkness to attack Nisan. Attacks! Spoiler Hide Glue Shot against Axis Attack vs Reflex - (1d20+6)[24] Hit: immobilized (save ends) Two spear attacks against Nisan Attack vs AC - (1d20+6)[8] Hit: (1d8)[3] damage Attack vs AC - (1d20+6)[15] Hit: (1d8+1)[3] damage Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|N10 Ephraim|Aladdin|M10 Hob|Goblin|M11 Axis|Bald Human|L10 Alex|Black-Hair|L11 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|N4, ??? Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|K4, L5[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide KG2N4: 10 damage "Corell on, guide my sword." Ephraim prays swiftly as he springs into action. He skirts the pit and channels arcane energy at one of the Kobolds attacking Nisan, quickly weaving subtle magic against it, before, with a swift motion of his sword, causing arcane energy to burst out around him at the Kobold next to him. Spoiler Hide Move: M10 to N9 to N8 to O7 to O6 to N5. Minor: Mark Kobold at L5 Edit: Oh good god I thought I'd fixed those modifiers. * post roll count doesn't match database Proper rolls dflsdfsdf facepalm also further facepalm because scrubbing the last rolls make it look like I got a natural 1 or something, you can assume I did if you want, I *did* roll a 1 for damage, and I'm keeping that. Standard, Sword burst:(1d20+4)[10]Damage: 1+4 Originally Posted by Nazi_Calls Proper rolls dflsdfsdf facepalm also further facepalm because scrubbing the last rolls make it look like I got a natural 1 or something, you can assume I did if you want, I *did* roll a 1 for damage, and I'm keeping that. Imaging to recalculate based on the correct modifiers, but since you rerolled... The burst of arcane sword-energy flies within inches of the kobold's sling, but the little bugger manages to dodge the attack entirely. Originally Posted by Mango Knight I was going to recalculate based on the correct modifiers, but since you rerolled... The burst of arcane sword-energy flies within inches of the kobold's sling, but the little bugger manages to dodge the attack entirely. It's what I deserve for screwing up on the sheet and then having massive brain damage while editing. I was actually glad it came back as a miss because that way it doesn't feel shady. Axis SwiftcurrentAxis swears violently as the sticky goo wraps around his body. He tries to wipe it away with a thickly gloved hand, but can't seem to get it off in time. He grasps his holy symbol thrusting his shield in the direction of the closest kobold. It wasn't so much a prayer, but a challenge issued to Word. Axis spoke to the god like a rival that he was determined to best. Spoiler Hide Minor-Ardent Vow on L5 Kobold and the Kobold is subject to my Divine Sanction until the end of my next turn whenever I attack him until the end of the encounter. Standard-Use Dazzling Flair on L5 Kobold. CIA vs Ref - (1d20+5)[24] for Damage - (2d8+10)[18] and the Kobold takes a -2 to attack rolls until the end of my next turn. Word answers by striking the shocked kobold dead. Oops, forgot which kobold was which. Alex surveys the rapidly developing ambush looking down at his familiar, Thomas, he speaks in a language only know to their ears, the cat darts forward skirting the pit by the right edge from Alex's point of view. Without further a do Alex points his staff at the Kobold with the helmet, among simple cultures those with the most items seemed the most skilled. A blast of green and yellow lightening coursed up and down his staff then launched at the Kobold exploding in a shower of sparks where it impacted. Spoiler Hide Minor Action: Familiar to Active Mode Move Action: Thomas (Cat Familiar) Moves from L11 to K10 to K9 to K8 to J7 to I6. Standard Action: Empowering Lightening: On Helmed Kobold at N4 Attack: INT v Ref (1d20+5)[9] Hit: (2d8+5)[19] Lightening Damage, Push to O4 if Possible. "You won't escape that easily Kobold." Alex shouts seizing the extra energy in him, he extends his staff and attacks with an illusionary bolt of fire. Spoiler Hide Action Point: Stand Action: Phantom Bolt Attack: INT v Will (1d20+5)[7] Hit: (1d8+5)[6] Psychic Damage, Slide Kobold from N4 to M5 "That has to be the luckiest damn lizard ever..." Seeing Alex's (first) bolt of lightning miss the kobold, Nisan decides to set things right." You cannot deny your fate, kobold. Whether it is my skill or my allies' that ends you, that fate does not care." Spoiler Hide Immediate Interrupt when Alex's uses Empowering Lightning: Channel Divinity: Divine Guidance: Alex gets to reroll his Empowering Lightning attack roll: (1d20+5)[17] and use either result. Avengers are evil like that. Even if they're Unaligned. Sgt;_Sgt; Round 2 actions, posted in advance: (also bl argh nested if-then-else statements)Spoiler Hide If N4 and L5 are both up:Spoiler Hide Standard: Overwhelming Strike on L5 kobold Attack vs AC: (1d20+8)[14] Damage: (1d10+4)[10] On hit, free shift to L4 (and slide L5 kobold to K5) Move: If I'm not already at L4, shift there and end turn. If I am, shift to M4 and action point: Standard: Bond of Retribution on N4 kobold Attack vs. AC: (1d20+8)[16] Damage: (1d10+4)[5] On hit, the first enemy to hit or miss me (other than the N4 kobold) before the end of my Round 3 turn causes N4 to take 3 radiant damage. If this manages to drop the N4 kobold: Minor: Oath of Enmity on K4 kobold. Otherwise, just end turn. If N4 is down but L5 is up:Spoiler Hide Standard: Bond of Retribution on L5 kobold: Attack vs. AC: (1d20+8)[25] Damage: (1d10+4)[14] On hit, the first enemy to hit or miss me (other than the L5 kobold) before the end of my Round 3 turn causes L5 to take 3 radiant damage. Minor: Oath of Enmity on K4 kobold. If L5 kobold is dead, action point (otherwise just end turn): Standard: Relentless Attack on K4 kobold: Attack vs. AC: (1d20+8)[15] or (1d20+8)[10], whichever's higher Damage: (2d10+4)[11] I'll opt not to use RA's push/shift effect. If N4 is up and L5 is down:Spoiler Hide As in the "both N4 and L5 are up" spoiler, but replacing all instances of "L5 kobold" with "K4 kobold." And if both N4 and L5 are down:Spoiler Hide Minor: Oath of Enmity on K4 kobold. Standard: Relentless Attack on K4 kobold: Attack vs. AC: (1d20+8)[20] or (1d20+8)[21], whichever's higher Damage: (2d10+4)[18] I'll opt not to use RA's push/shift effect. Plan what does not plan for problems outside the plan is no plan at all, and all that. Alex uses Nisan's energy to correct fate. Spoiler Hide I use the second attack roll granted by Nisan for Empowering Lightening. If that kills the Kobold then he doesn't spend his action point to fire a magic missile at a dead target, lol. Waiting on The Goblin Of Leadership before running the Kobolds' turn. Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|N5 Ephraim|Aladdin|M10 Hob|Goblin|M11 Axis|Bald Human|L10 Alex|Black-Hair|L11 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|N4, ??? Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|K4, L5 Thomas|Kitty|I6[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide KG2N4: DEAD KG1L5: DEAD Hob runs up a little, looks at the kobold in front of Nisan, and shouts "Or TER year to! ", a guttural goblin curse, all the while lightly pointing his wand in the kobold's direction, spinning it in a tight circle. Spoiler Hide Sorry for seeming inactive. Halloween is my store's major holiday. Movement: From M11 to K9 Standard: Vicious Mockery on kobold at K4 Attack: Charisma Vs. Will (1d20+4)[11] Hit: (1d6+4)[6] Psychic Damage. Kobold takes -2 on attack rolls until the end of my next turn. Edit:(Please, by all means let me know if I messed this up, it's my first 4e attack) Originally Posted by YMCA Sorry for seeming inactive. Halloween is my store's major holiday. Completely understandable. Only a day or two slow, that's actually pretty good around here for most games. Originally Posted by YMCA Edit:(Please, by all means let me know if I messed this up, it's my first 4e attack) Yes, you messed it up. You only rolled a 7. The remaining visible kobold stabs at Nisan, as a blast of light in the shape of Ion's all-seeing eye strikes back at the little creature. It then darts off into the darkness as a sling bullet flies towards the Avenger. You are sure that the kobold is clever enough to hide elsewhere after it fired the bullet. AttacksSpoiler Hide Spear against Nisan Attack vs AC - (1d20+6)[23] Damage - (1d8)[8] Stealth Check - (1d20+10)[16] Sling against Nisan Attack vs AC - (1d20+8)[13] Damage - (1d6+3)[8] Stealth Check - (1d20+10)[11] Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|N5 Ephraim|Aladdin|M10 Hob|Goblin|M11 Axis|Bald Human|L10 Alex|Black-Hair|L11 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|N4, ??? Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|???, L5 Thomas|Kitty|I6[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide KG1???: 3 damage KG2N4: DEAD KG1L5: DEAD Spoiler Hide Minor: Perception to try to figure out where the Kobolds are: (1d20+6)[16] Move/Standard: Er, kind of dependent on whether I can figure out where they are or not, he. Sorry for the delay, was out all day. Edit: Deep. You're still able to figure out roughly where the two hidden kobolds ran: H3 and F8. However, they're still totally concealed from view, so you still take a massive penalty to attacking them without bringing a light source to bear. Ephraim gets out and activates a sun rod, sticking it in his belt for the time being. Spoiler Hide Assuming that I can do that in a move and a standard action, anyway. If I can only do two of the above I'm just going to grab the thing, light it and drop the sucker. I need my free hand. Move to J4(Up diagonal once and then straight up). Spoiler Hide Move Action: Alex steps around his companions to L11 to K8. Minor Action: Alex casts Light in the unoccupied space of K3. Ready Action: Magic Missile on the first Kobold target in line of sight. Attack: (1d20+5)[25] Hit: (2d4+5)[11] Originally Posted by Nazi_Calls Move to J4(Up diagonal once and then straight up). J4 is a wall. This is why I shouldn't post when I'm half-asleep. J5 then. ;I'm not normally this durrrrrr hurrah, really. Alex's light reveals a pair of kobolds hiding behind a partially-closed portcullis to the north. His spell fires off a pair of unerring missiles to the closest one, arcing around the gate to strike the reptilian humanoid in the head. Note:I'm vetoing your casting of theLightcantrip on K3, since kobolds are clearly visible (thus fulfilling your readied Magic Missile) before you cast it. Also, I've started to outline walls with dark red, so it'll be clearer to you as to where you can expect to be able to move. MapSpoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|N5 Ephraim|Aladdin|M10 Hob|Goblin|M11 Axis|Bald Human|L10 Alex|Black-Hair|L11 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|N4, F8 Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|H3?, L5, G8 Thomas|Kitty|I6[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide KG1???: 3 damage KG2N4: DEAD KG1L5: DEAD KG1G8: 13 damage William SwiftcurrentGrasping his crag hammer, Axis grumbled and hustled over to the portcullis. He groaned at the tight space, then threw a glance towards the heavens and cursed. Shaking his head Axis muttered Damn tiny spaces. And proceeded to try and squeeze through the narrow space. Once on the other side, he, with an impish wink, grinned at the nearest kobold and brought his crag hammer in a sweeping arc at the goblin's shoulder. Spoiler Hide I'm not sure if I'm reading the squeeze rule correctly, so let me know if I'm wrong here and I'll adjust accordingly. Move: Move to H8 Minor: Divine Challenge on H8 kobold Standard: Enfeebling Strike on H8 kobold. CIA vs AC - (1d20+5)[14] for Damage - (1d8+3)[9] and it takes a –2 penalties to attack rolls until the end of your next turn. Edit:Those "H8 kobold" are actually supposed to read "G8 Kobold" since there is no kobold in H8. Whoops Nisan, thoroughly infuriated by how bloodymaneuverablethese kobolds are rapidly proving themselves, throws caution to the wind and charges through the corridor that one of them disappeared down. Down which one of them disappeared. Whichever. Either way, his sword is at the ready, and all too hastily brought to bear where he thinks that one should be... Spoiler Hide Move: To K3. Standard: Charge north to I3 and attack the presumed kobold at H3 with Overwhelming Strike. I'm assuming that I've already used Oath of Enmity on it, a la one of last round's contingency-plans-to-the-heat-death-of-the-universe. If not, ignore the second attack roll. Attack: (1d20+9)[13] or (1d20+9)[17], whichever's higher. (I'm not sure how much of a penalty should be applied to the roll for attacking blindly, so I'll let you handle that. Damage: (1d10+4)[9], and shift to J3, sliding the presumed kobold to I3. Nisan makes a valiant swing, but it proves to be for naught, as his foe takes advantage of the avenger's lack of dark vision to remain just a bit past the heavy sword. Hob walks up behind the portcullis and continues to mock the kobolds in the Goblin tongue, before the little buggers make fleeing strikes at the Paladin, whose Warhammer failed to crush the forward kobold's skull. Unfortunately for the goblin, insults don't seem to work well when they're not in a language the recipient understands. Spoiler Hide Hob's Vicious Mockery on the singer before he moves from F8 Attack vs Will - (1d20+4)[10] Damage on Hit - (1d6+4)[5], -2 penalties to the sling attack below. Spear attacks on Nisan and Axis, vs AC On Nisan - (1d20+8)[27] Damage - (1d8)[2] On Axis - (1d20+6)[24] Damage - (1d8)[2] Sling Attack on Axis, vs AC Attack - (1d20+6)[7] Damage - (1d6+3)[5] Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|I3 (though he can't see himself) Ephraim|Aladdin|M10 Hob|Goblin|J8 Axis|Bald Human|H8 Alex|Black-Hair|K8 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|N4, D10? Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|H3?, L5, D9? Thomas|Kitty|I6[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide KG1H3: 3 damage KG2N4: DEAD KG1L5: DEAD KG1D9: 13 damage Axis SwiftcurrentAxis roars with laughter as the kobold's attack hits home. The spearhead seemed to barely break the surface of his skin. Haha! You little lizard. That barely even nicked me. I've taken worse from barmaids than you can do with that pointed stick. And just what were you aiming for with that sling? Striding confidently after the kobolds as they run away, Axis rounds the corner and swings his crag hammer with tremendous force, hoping to knock the kobold into the wall. Spoiler Hide Move: To D8 Minor: Divine Challenge on D10 Kobold (this negates the Divine Challenge on D9 Kobold) Standard: Ardent Strike on D9 Kobold CIA vs AC - (1d20+5)[11] for Damage - (1d8+3)[6] and the target is subject to my divine sanction until the end of my next turn. Updated Stat block:Spoiler Hide Axis Swift current, Human Ardent Paladin Unit -1 HP 32/34 Bloodied 17 Healing Surge 8 (0 used /12) AC 20 Fort 14 Reflex 14 Will 15 Speed 5 STR 14 (+2) Con 14 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) Int 10 (+0) Wis 14 (+2) CIA 17 (+3) "Nisan! Don't run off alone!" Ephraim heads after Nisan, trusting to Axis to protect the others for the moment. When he finds Nisan and the Kobold(s?), he lashes out at the Kobold(s). Spoiler Hide Move: J5 to K4 to J3 to... You know I presume I can see by the time I get there since I have a light, so wherever within 3 squares from that is nearest a Kobold and not in Nisan's square. Lt;_Sgt;; Minor: Mark the nearest Kobold. Standard: If I'm adjacent, Sword burst, if I'm not, Lightning Lure: Attack: (1d20+4)[14] Damage if I hit: (1d6+4)[6] Yeah, yeah, don't split the party, but Ephraim isn't going to let someone go off alone and unprotected. Alex looked one way then the other his mouth twisted in consternation if the Kobolds split them up in this dark warren they'd be picked off one by one. Nisan and Ephraim had already charged off into the other room, but Axis had gone past the gate after the other goblins too. Well Nisan already had Ephraim to watch his back Alex would just have to watch Axis's back. He jostled past Hob shining the light on his staff above his head to watch ahead for Axis without blinding himself. He called Thomas to him while heading down the passage, the cat climbs up his leg and plopped in his satchel his head peaking out using its low light vision to watch Alex's back." Take a look at their bodies to see if they have any clues Hob." Alek told off the goblin bard. He took a moment to squeeze through the iron wrought bars then moved up behind Axis." Nisam and Ephraim went off down the other passage Axis. Let's make sure these are dead then get back to them." Spoiler Hide Free: Speaking to Hob Move: To F8 (2 Squares for Squeezing Past H8) Free: Speaking to Axis Move: Thomas Move to F8 Minor: Familiar to Passive Mode Nisan acknowledges Ephraim's presence (and ever-helpful light source) with little more than a curt nod and a grim smile before turning back to the now-plainly-visible kobold and the irritating pointed stick that has evidently decided to befriend his shoulder. That kind of friend, he could do with less of. Spoiler Hide Standard: Overwhelming Strike on H3 kobold. Attack: (1d20+8)[26] or (1d20+8)[27], whichever's better Damage: (1d10+4)[9], I shift to J3 and slide the kobold to I3 EDIT: Couldn't have rolled just one higher on that second one, eh? The sword mage and avenger converge on the lone kobold in the alcove, delivering several wounds. The ragged little critter returns a fearful strike to the scary man with the glowy-rod and cowers in the corner. Meanwhile, the other two kobolds take advantage of their nigh-invisibility and stab and sling at the Paladin before skittering off down the stairwell. Hob can't get into view of the kobolds, so he just slips under the portcullis, reaches next to Alex, and pulls the lever to pop the gate up. Spoiler Hide Spear attack on Ephraim: Attack vs AC - (1d20+6)[14] Damage - (1d8)[5] Spear attack on Axis: Attack vs AC - (1d20+8)[23] Damage: (1d8)[2]+(1d6)[3] Sling attack on Axis: Attack vs AC - (1d20+8)[20] Damage - (1d6+3)[4] Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|I3 (though he can't see himself) Ephraim|Aladdin|M10 Hob|Goblin|J8 Axis|Bald Human|H8 Alex|Black-Hair|K8 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|N4, D10? Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|H3?, L5, D9? Thomas|Kitty|I6[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide KG1H3: 18 damage KG2N4: DEAD KG1L5: DEAD KG1??: 13 damage "I tire of you, Kobold. You bring nothing but ugliness to this world. Be gone from it!" Ephraim once again channels arcane energy around him with a sweep of his sword. Spoiler Hide Sword burst: (1d20+4)[17] Damage: (1d8+4)[11] If it has the good sense to die I move back to the other hallway everyone else went down. The kobold that Ephraim and Nisan are engaging is now most definitely dead. Alex heard the bustle and clang of fighting up head with Axis coming up behind him to illuminate the way Alex immediately pointed his staff around the corner and let loose with a wave of thunder that left his ears ringing in the tight space.KRAKOW!! He readied himself for the Kobolds' attack trusting in his skill with the staff. Spoiler Hide Move: To E8 Standard Action: Thunder wave: Close Blast 3 Origin D9 (Affected Squares: D9, 10, 11. If there are any openings in B9, 10, 11 or C9, 10, 11 then those targets are targeted as well. Attack v. Fortitude: (1d20+5)[15] Hit: (1d6+5)[10] On hit targets are Pushed 2. The blast of Alex's Thunder wave touches nothing... except a stairwell and walls. Axis SwiftcurrentAxis mutters under his breath about cowardly kobolds and not being able to see in the 'bloody' dark. His hands fumble in one of his pouches until his heavily gloved hand catches on a Sun rod. He strikes the end of it against his armor and loops it around his belt. Then, with as much bravado as he can muster, Axis rounds the corner; his shield raised up around his chest covering most of his body. He then takes a few steps down the stairwell. Axis threatens the kobolds with a snarl, Why don't you just make it easy on yourselves, you filthy lizards, and bring your skulls to my hammer? Spoiler Hide Barring any new and move altering information: Move: Get Sun rod and attach to belt Standard: Start down the steps (hoping to get some sort of map update with the sun rod shedding some more light. But barring anything crucial information like seeing the kobolds, Axis will move 5 squares down the stairs) Ephraim hurries to catch up with the others. Last move should have gotten me to I8, but I was too lazy to list off squares, move to D9, needs Mar information before I can do the rest of the turn. In like fashion, Nisan dashes back towards the hallway from which he last heard Axis, Hob, and Alex's voices. Spoiler Hide Nothin' fancy, just a double-move to D8. Axis boldly steps into a massive hall, apparently converted into a tomb for warriors some time ago. The kobolds they chased in here have already taken position, along with several more of their comrades. Hob follows Axis in, then mocks one of the kobolds for running away. Spoiler Hide Hob Vicious Mockery on C12: vs Will - (1d20+4)[6] (FAILURE!) Damage - (1d6+4)[10], following spear attack takes a -2 penalties on hit. Spear attack on Axis: (1d20+6)[20] Damage: (1d8)[1] Sling attack on Axis: (1d20+6)[23] Damage - (1d6+3)[4] Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|D8 Ephraim|Aladdin|D9 Hob|Goblin|D11 Axis|Bald Human|D13 Alex|Black-Hair|E8 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|-E15 Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|C12, -C12, -A19, -H15 Thomas|Kitty|I6[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Room 1:Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Room 2:Spoiler Hide Tiamat Coin: a crude altar to the Fivefold Mother. On top of a small platform with a couple steps leading up to it. Armored Dragon born: Statues of suits of armor. Coffins: Coffins. Difficult terrain, provides cover. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide KG1C12: 13 damage Alex moves up to next to Axis and upon seeing the Kobold there releases another Thunder wave hoping to blast the Kobold before it attacks. Spoiler Hide Move to D12 Standard: Thunder wave Attack v. Fortitude: (1d20+5)[24] Hit: (1d6+5)[10] On hit Push Kobold(C12) to A12. (You can't take immediate actions on your own turn)The kobold tries to stab the newcomer as he enters the room, but doing so left him with unsteady footing, allowing the forceful blast of sound to knock him back. Spoiler Hide Opportunity Attack vs AC (1d20+6)[7] (1d8)[1] Axis SwiftcurrentAxis roars as attacks continue to rain down on him. Keeping his shield held high, he circles the kobold, taking advantage of Alex's attack. He tightens his grip on his weapon and snarls at his 'God'. So this is what you see fit to test me with. Simple kobold? How many thousand of their kinds have I slaughtered? Why curse me so that they pose such a difficulty now! He punctuates the last sentence by bringing his hammer in a downward arc aimed at the nearest kobold's head. Spoiler Hide Move: A13 Minor: Divine Strength on myself. Standard: Ardent Strike on A12 kobold. CIA vs AC - (1d20+5)[23] for Damage - (1d8+5)[9] and target is subject to my divine sanction until the end of my next turn. Updated Stat block:Spoiler Hide Axis Swift current, Human Ardent Paladin Unit -1 HP 20/34 Bloodied 17 Healing Surge 8 (0 used /12) AC 20 Fort 14 Reflex 14 Will 15 Speed 5 STR 14 (+2) Con 14 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) Int 10 (+0) Wis 14 (+2) CIA 17 (+3) As Axis moves forward to strike at the kobold, a dart flies out of the statue, trying to pin him to the spot. Spoiler Hide Attack! Vs AC - (1d20+8)[25] On hit: (1d6+2)[6] damage, and Axis is immobilized at C13 until the end of his next turn. Hearing the renewed sounds of battle from up ahead, Nisan hurries down the corridor and into the open hall. Seeing Axis pinned down and bloodied, he glares at the nearest kobold as he continues his advance." Your traps will not save you. Not from me, and not from my allies." Nisam punctuates this statement by attempting what had become his favorite tactic in the mass-sparring matches of days gone by -- as his instructor put it, "a feint here, a sidestep there, and you can have them outflanked before they know what's happening." Spoiler Hide Move: D8 =Sgt; D12 =Sgt; C13 =Sgt; B13 Minor: Oath of Enmity on the kobold at A12 Standard: As you might have guessed, Overwhelming Strike on the same. Attack: (1d20+8)[16] or (1d20+8)[21], whichever's higher. On-Hit: (1d10+4)[10] damage, I shift to A13, and mister kobold gets slid to B13. EDIT: I can have proper grammar PLX. Also, might Hob be induced to spread around some Majestic Word happiness? I can think of at least two characters that would appreciate it ... Mister Kobold slides into the gates of hell. Seeing the immense hallway Alex can see another helmed Kobold further down the hall. A plan formulates in his head, if he can get the kobolds into a cluster he can really do something nasty to them. Looking at the closest kobold he sends a phantom bolt at the Kobold to get it jump closer to its leader. Then moves over to the second coffin on the right. Spoiler Hide Standard: Phantom Bolt On Kobold -C12 Attack v. Will: (1d20+5)[9] Hit: (1d8+5)[8] On hit slide the target to -D13. Move to D17. Originally Posted by A'den Seeing the immense hallway Alex can see another helmed Kobold further down the hall. A plan formulates in his head, if he can get the kobolds into a cluster he can really do something nasty to them. Looking at the closest kobold he sends a phantom bolt at the Kobold to get it jump closer to its leader. Then moves over to the second coffin on the right. Can't wait for the round to end, can you? IOC: Thought we weren't posting in order.Ahh, my bad. Originally Posted by A'den IOC: Thought we weren't posting in order. Yes, but the kobolds haven't had a turn since your last action set. I'm mostly waiting on Nazi Calls right now, for his sword mage's actions.EDIT: Forgot that Nazi Calls is out for a 5-day-or-so trip. I'll update later tonight. Ephraim enters the room and stands somewhere that seems relatively useful and does something that seems vaguely useful. Spoiler Hide Yeah NPC me this turn I've driven over 540 miles today and I have no brain. Don't think I can do anything but move in this turn anyway. Ephraim moves up and looses a bolt of lightning, trying to drag a kobold up to him, while Hob follows and mocks it. The kobolds respond by running around and trying to spear and sling you. Spoiler Hide Lightning Lash vs Fort - (1d20+4)[9] (Miss) Damage - (1d6+4)[10], pull kobold Vicious Mockery vs Will - (1d20+4)[12] (Miss) Damage - (1d6+4)[5], -2 to spear attack on Ephraim Sling attack on Nisan vs AC - (1d20+6)[15] (Miss) Damage - (1d6+3)[5] Spear attack on Ephraim vs AC - (1d20+6)[10] (Miss) Damage - (1d8)[4] Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token|Position Nisan|Sword-Guy|B13 Ephraim|Aladdin|A12 Hob|Goblin|C12 Axis|Bald Human|C13 Alex|Black-Hair|D17 Kobold Group 2|Helmed Kobold|-F18 Kobold Group 1|Other Kobolds|-B12, -C16, -G15 Thomas|Kitty|--[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Room 1:Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Room 2:Spoiler Hide Tiamat Coin: a crude altar to the Fivefold Mother. On top of a small platform with a couple steps leading up to it. Armored Dragon born: Statues of suits of armor. Coffins: Coffins. Difficult terrain, provides cover. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide Null set... Ephraim snarls angrily at his failure to harm the Kobold and once more flicks his sword, loosing a chain of lightning at it to ensnare it. Spoiler Hide If I'm within 2 of that Kobold I would have marked him as well, not that it matters much since, you know, I can do that this turn too. No movement, again with the Lightning Lure since what the hell I keep using Sword burst, mark the Kobold. (1d20+4)[16] (1d6+4)[10] Nisan strides forward, climbing onto the further of the left-hand coffins. From this vantage point, he points towards the slingshot-bearing kobold that attacked him and mutters but three words." Come. Fight me." Spoiler Hide Move: To -B14, by way of A14 to not provoke an opportunity attack. Minor: Oath of Enmity on KG2-F18. Standard: Bond of Censure on the same. Attack: The higher of (1d20+4)[24] or (1d20+4)[16]. Hit: Pull the kobold 3 squares to -C15. Since this is next to me, he takes (1d10+4)[10] radiant damage. EDIT: Oh snap, that's a CRT. Nonmagical implement though, so the (still radiant) damage is maxed to 14. EDIT: Also, attack was technically versus Will. The things we forget when all but two of our attacks hit AC, and one of the others only affects undead ... Alex breaks from cover behind the coffin and move up just a few feet short of the Kobold next to the second coffin on the right. He is a muttered word of power he thrusts his hand and staff forward unleashing a wave of thunder. Spoiler Hide Move: D16 then to -A16 Attack: Thunder wave on K-C16 ATK v. Fortitude: [/roll]1d20+5[/roll] Hit: [/roll]1d6+5[/roll] Push Kobold 2 squares on hit. Spoiler Hide Move to D16 to -A16 Attack: Thunder wave on -C16 Kobold ATK v. F. (1d20+5)[23] Hit: (1d6+5)[10] Hit Push target 2 squares. ((Didn't CRT fail just coded my rolls wrong.)) Alex seeing his opportunity summoned an extra surge of energy to perform one last spell. Exhorts Arcane words and he unleashed a wave of soporific energy on the cluster of enemies. Spoiler Hide Action Point (Didn't use the one earlier) Standard: Attack: Daily: Sleep Area Burst 2 on -F16 ATK v. Will: (1d20+5)[15] Hit: The target is slowed (save ends). If the target fails its first saving throw against this power, the target becomes unconscious (save ends). Miss: The target is slowed (save ends). Make two more attack rolls for Sleep, and choose which target took that 15. Thunder wave was a hit, so that kobold is at -E16 for purposes of targeting with Sleep. If you wish to delay until after Nisan's move, roll a second attack for Thunder wave to target the singer kobold as well. Hamm my mistake I thoughtSleepwas one attack roll. Spoiler Hide Sleep v. Will -E16 takes the 15 -G15 (1d20+5)[22] -F18 (1d20+5)[18] IF -C15 Kobold is hit by Thunder wave then pushed to -E15 -E15 (1d20+5)[9] I'll delay until after Nisan, ACK I'm failing at keeping a map in my head. Thunder wave v. Fortitude -C15 (1d20+5)[16] Hit (1d6+5)[11] Pushed to -E15 EDIT: Freaked Sweet 3/4 hit, does a dance of joy! William SwiftcurrentWilliam howls in pain as the dart catches a chink in his armor. Blood begins to pool at the man's boot. His bloodlust is beginning to fade under the stress of his wounds. Trying to stem the flow of blood from his newest wound, Axis looks around to find some outlet for his anger. His eyes set on the tiny goblin. You green halfwit. What use are you? Why don't we just take you and throw you at the kobolds, and maybe you'll distract them, so the real men can get in there and fight! Axis wills his wounds to close, his anger at being rooted to this spot showing in a throbbing vein in his neck. Spoiler Hide Using my second wind. (Does Hob have any sort of healing abilities? That would come in useful around this time). Brings my HP up to 22, I believe. As most of the kobolds suddenly begin to lazily drag their feet, one DIES horribly while the only fully awake one stabs and runs while a second dart flies out of the armor. Hob meekly begins singing a song of healing. Spoiler Hide Vicious Mockery on awake Kobold. If successful, spear attack takes -2 penalties. Vs Will - (1d20+4)[9] Damage - (1d6+4)[10] Majestic Word: Nisan can spend a healing surge and gain 4 extra HP, then slide 1 square. Spear Attack on Ephraim vs AC - (1d20+6)[13] Damage - (1d8)[8] Dart trap on Axis vs AC - (1d20+8)[17] Damage - (1d6+2)[3], immobilize until the end of Axis's next turn Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token Nisan|Sword-Guy Ephraim|Aladdin Hob|Goblin Axis|Bald Human Alex|Black-Hair Kobold Group 2 Kobold Group 1 Thomas|Kitty[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Room 1:Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Room 2:Spoiler Hide Tiamat Coin: a crude altar to the Fivefold Mother. On top of a small platform with a couple steps leading up to it. Armored Dragon born: Statues of suits of armor. Coffins: Coffins. Difficult terrain, provides cover. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions (opponent names abbreviated for space)Spoiler Hide -G12: Asleep (save ends) -C19: -- -F15: Ephraim's Aegis, 10 damage Seeing the kobold nearest the altar slump to the ground, Nisan rushes to dispatch it before it can reawaken. There are times when "mercy" and "chivalry" are not in the dictionary, after all ... Spoiler Hide Slide to -C13 from Hob's Majestic Word. Move: To -F13. Minor: Oath of Enmity on the sleeping kobold at -G12. Standard: Overwhelming Strike coup de grâce on the same. Attack: [roll0] or [roll1], whichever's higher. (Yay combat advantage.) On a hit, the kobold takes 14 damage and Nisan shifts to -F14, sliding the kobold to -F13. (Yay Drug-induced automatic critical.) Fun fact: A coup de grâce that does as much or more than your bloodied value in damage kills you instantly. Ephraim darts in between the coffins and attacks one of the Kobolds. Spoiler Hide Move to D16, Lightning Lure on F15 Kobold. (1d20+4)[17] vs Fort (1d6+4)[6] Nisan, unhindered by any chance of his foe dodging, cleanly spits the kobold on his great sword. Nai_Calls, I assume you are moving to -D16 and targeting the -F15 kobold, correct? (sorry about the strange coordinates. I haven't found out how to set the reference frame yet...) Yes. Deep. As Ephraim enters the space between the coffins, the second suit of armor fires a dart! Spoiler Hide Immediate Interrupt as Ephraim enters -B15 on route to -D16. Vs AC - (1d20+8)[18] Oops. Two short. And then there's the cover from the coffins. Damage - (1d6+2)[4], immobilize at -B15 until the end of Ephraim's next turn. The sword mage deflects the dart easily with his magic, and continues onward to lasso the kobold with his bolt of lightning. Alex watching Ephraim dart between the coffins and take a dart hit from a statue on the right sees a Kobold standing next to it. Alex lifted his hand and hurled a bolt of phantasmal fire. With the Kobold distracted Alex dropped prone next to the coffin and using it for cover crawls past the dart launcher. Spoiler Hide Attack -C19KG Phantom Bolt Attack.v Will: (1d20+5)[19] Hit: (1d8+5)[11] Target Slides to -B19 in front of trap statue. Free: Alex drops prone. Move: -A16 to -C16 Standing up is a move action. Frank okay Alex remains prone. Axis SwiftcurrentThrowing a sideways glance at the trap statue, Axis skirts around the coffin, using it as cover, as he attempts to close the distance between him and the remaining kobolds. He roars at one of the kobolds to face him like a man, and then raised his shield, adopting a defensive stance. Spoiler Hide Move: -A,15 moving down and around the coffin. Minor: Divine Challenge on -C,19 Standard: Total Defense The timid goblin looks around to see if he can locate any more trapped areas, humming a refreshing little ditty as he walks forward. He fails to find anything. The kobolds retreat rather than attack, holding their spears up defensively against the big scary humans and Aladdin. Spoiler Hide One character can spend a healing surge, regain +4 HP, and slide one square as a free action. Decide among yourselves which one is the most injured. (I believe it's still Axis, if my tallies are correct.) Perception - (1d20+1)[13] Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token Nisan|Sword-Guy Ephraim|Aladdin Hob|Goblin Axis|Bald Human Alex|Black-Hair Kobold Group 2 Kobold Group 1 Thomas|Kitty[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Room 1:Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Room 2:Spoiler Hide Tiamat Coin: a crude altar to the Fivefold Mother. On top of a small platform with a couple steps leading up to it. Armored Dragon born: Statues of suits of armor. Coffins: Coffins. Difficult terrain, provides cover. Initiative Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Initiative Nisan|20 Kobold Group 2|15 Kobold Group 1|10 Ephraim|9 Alex|5 Hob|2 Axis|2[/table] Conditions Spoiler Hide -F19: Divinely Challenged, 11 damage (Total Defense) -I18: Ephraim's Aegis, 16 damage (bloodied, Total Defense) Alex is prone. Seeing that the kobolds are (seemingly) attempting to retreat, Nisan moves to cut off their access to the stairs he can now see behind them. Spoiler Hide Minor: Oath of Enmity on -I18 Standard: Charge to -H17 and use Overwhelming Strike. Attack: (1d20+9)[12] or (1d20+9)[22], whichever's higher. Hit: (1d10+4)[13] damage, Nisan shifts to -H18, kobold slides to -H17 Move: Mm mkay three cases this time. If I whiff the attack, shift to -H18. If I hit, but the kobold stays up, I don't move. If I hit and kill, shift to -I19. You can't take any actions after a charge unless you wish to spend an action point. Nisam makes another kobold go splat. "Oh no you don't!" Ephraim says as the Kobold nearest him tries to run away, conjuring yet more lightning to try to catch it. Spoiler Hide Lightning Lure, of course. (1d20+4)[11] (1d6+4)[6] Alex stands up from prone and fires another bolt of magical energy at the retreating Kobolds. Spoiler Hide Move: Stand Up From Prone Standard: Magic Missile on Kobold -F19 Attack: (1d20+5)[7] Hit: (2d4+5)[9] Axis SwiftcurrentAxis gives a toothy grin and starts toward the nearest kobold. He gives his hammer a twirl along the way, bringing it down on the kobold's head as soon as he was in range. Spoiler Hide Move: to -E19 Standard: Using Enfeebling Strike [roll=CIA vs AC]1d20+5[/roll] for [roll=Damage]1d8+3[/roll] and it takes a –2 penalties to attack rolls until the end of your next turn. Try that again:CIA vs AC - (1d20+5)[20]for Damage - (1d8+3)[4] Sorry for disappearing from this thread for a weakfish. Blame it on finals if you want. Or on Hulu making Current Again available. Either one works...anyway... The final kobolds die from the onslaught of the heroes, pathetic whimpers their final retort to blades and magic. Encounter Over.(Second one definitely died, the other... dies out of fiat. One skirmisher doesn't last long against a full party of characters in no danger of dying.) Ephraim glares at the corpses disdainfully." Vermin..." He moves cautiously around the room, looking for anything he might have missed in the heat of battle. Spoiler Hide Perception (1d20+6)[22] Now that Ephraim takes time to investigate, he finds a small pile of coins and gems on the makeshift altar, apparently an offering to Tiamat. If he bothers to collect and count them all, he finds it's worth roughly 60 GP. As the battle closes Alex took a moment to gather his familiar with a soft whisper the tomcat hopped into his satchel and poked It's just above the cover, so a pair of glowing eyes showed from inside the darkness of his satchel. Wiping a hand across a face covered in sweat Alex caught his breath. After taking a moment he reached out with his occult senses to double-check for any inactive spells or energies. Spoiler Hide Arcane: (1d20+10)[30] IOC: I ask myself how many times Unscrew up spelling 'arcane'... and my grammar has gone to the dogs apparently with my proofreading abilities... Nisan launches his own investigation of the room, stopping only to contemplate on the possible significance of having the altar so close to the ruins' entrance. When he is finished, he gestures towards the stairs in the northeast corner and asks ""How much you want to bet we'll be attacked as soon as we go down those stairs?" Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+10)[24] Religion: (1d20+9)[20] And for good measure, Insight: (1d20+4)[12] Axis SwiftcurrentAxis lowers his shield and wipes the sweat from his brow with his forearm. As everyone begins their search of the room, Axis casually strides around the room, stopping at the altar. He spits, dangerously close to the altar, and mutters Useless god. He's not even sure if it's in regard to Tiamat or to Word. Most likely to Word, knowing Axis. Axis looks over his shoulder at Nisan and chuckles. Well then that's the way we should be going, don't you think. You boys aren't afraid, are you? He throws a dirty glare at Hob. We could hold the goblin out in front of us. It's the only use he'd serve seeing as he's completely useless in a fight. Axis snarls and taps the alter with the toe of his thick leather boot. Ephraim pockets the gems for the moment and turns to his companions." I am not afraid. And yes, we should get going. If the mayor's daughter is here, we want to find her as soon as possible. And if not, the sooner we find out, the sooner we can search elsewhere. And while using the Hob as a shield might be amusing, it would not be the right thing to do." He smirks. "At any rate, he's too small to be effective. Rather, you should go first, Axis. The stench should knock any remaining Kobolds unconscious." He grins widely and starts heading for the stairs. Axis SwiftcurrentAxis nods in approval at Ephraim's plan, taking no offense to his jabs at stench. Axis hefts his shield and grips his hammer, heading for the passageway. I agree. Let's stop wasting time. Though I still say we throw the goblin out in front to test for traps. Nisan sees that the altar has little significance, its shoddy workmanship obviously pointing towards its kobold origins rather than the original builders of the keep. Alek's hunt for residual magic finds nothing but a chillingly ominous pulse downwards and to the northwest, apparently through a layer of bedrock, judging by the strength. The little goblin bard whimpers as he's ganged up on by the pair of larger beings, including the massive, smelly man, and obediently takes up a position near the front of the group as they gather around the stairs. Is everyone ready?... Going to use a new system for initiative next combat, i.e. a more formal method of organizing what happens anyway:Players make their moves, then I'll move the other characters. Hob will likely remain almost useless, using his powers in an attempt to help control the combat and keep you people standing. This cuts down on rolling/keeping track of initiative, which was introduced to keep things in an orderly fashion in tabletop play, not pop play. "Next time, perhaps. But for now let's leave him be. He seems frightened enough without us adding to it." He smiles comfortingly at the goblin and heads for the stairs and waits for Axis to take the lead. Alex ignored the byplay between the rest of the cretins while he focused on the ominous presence he sensed. If it was strong but that far away it he guessed it wouldn't be much of a problem until later on. There was no need to mention anything yet." I suggest we make haste." With a gesture Alex recastLighton the end of his staff and placed himself behind Axis and Ephraim. He had no problem being behind the thick meat shield. At the head of the stairs he paused to inscribe a simple green triangle with the point pointing down appear on a stone at eye level to mark where they had been. Prestidigitation. "At least if we get turned around we'll know which way we came." "Assuming no one comes along and moves the stone." Ephraim grins. "Still, better than breadcrumbs. Find anything, by the way?" As the adventurers make their way down the stairs, they hear the further chattering of kobolds... apparently they're prepared for your appearance. The room you enter looks like it was a tomb, but now it's desecrated into some kind of perverse playground: animal skulls are arranged into piles on the coffins, and one of the kobolds is holding a sludge-drenched rock attached to a long rope. The kobolds are standing on a pair of platforms flanking old wooden doors. The kobolds hiss angrily at you in their native tongue, which excites something behind the doors: you hear strange sounds halfway between a large dog's bark and an eerie screech from that area. MapSpoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token Nisan|Sword-Guy Ephraim|Aladdin Hob|Goblin Axis|Bald Human Alex|Black-Hair Kobold Group 2 Kobold Group 1 Thomas|Kitty[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Room 1:Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Room 2:Spoiler Hide Tiamat Coin: a crude altar to the Fivefold Mother. On top of a small platform with a couple steps leading up to it. Armored Dragon born: Statues of suits of armor. Coffins: Coffins. Difficult terrain, provides cover. Room 3:Spoiler Hide Coffins: same as in Room 2. Green: same as in Room 1. A heavy set of double doors rests between the rows S and T, along columns 27 and 28. Despite their age, it would take a determined hero to bash them down. The black lines indicate a 10 ft difference: the kobolds are on high ground, and the 4 ft thick green goop is in a 10 ft deep pit. Conditions Spoiler Hide None, yet. "Yep. Called it." Nisam says no more as he advances towards the far end of the room, channeling Ion's power to induce a kobold to jump down and meet him halfway. Spoiler Hide Move: to -O24 Minor: Oath of Enmity on the kobold at -T25. Standard: Bond of Censure on the same. Attack: (1d20+4)[18] or (1d20+4)[21] vs. Will, whichever's better. Hit: The kobold is pulled to -Q24, no damage. Unless Mango wants to hand out falling damage for getting pulled off the high ground, of course. Saving Throw to avoid falling:(1d20)[2]Falling damage on failure:(1d10)[8]The kobold is caught by surprise by the divinely powered yank, and falls on its face... off of the platform. ((IOC: I guess we're just using the same initiative order, so I'll post. ;)Ephraim moves forward and mutters a few arcane words at the fallen Kobold, then attempts to attack it to no avail. Spoiler Hide Move to -Q24, Aegis on the Kobold that just went slack, Lightning Lure on him as well (1d20+4)[8] (1d6+4)[5] Obvious Damage, and he's pulled to the nearest adjacent square if it hits. Which it does not screw you dice. 'Kay, I lied. First, I got caught up kicking Lukas out of Never winter, then I had to plot the orbital trajectories of arbitrary objects. So sue me. The party quickly falls upon the fallen kobold, firing off everything they can use to reach it. Spoiler Hide Before Ephraim uses Aegis, Axis charges with Ardent Strike. Attack - (1d20+8)[13] (3d10)[1][5][5](11), first over 2, +3 damage Hob scurries up and teases the kobold, but who knows whether it heard, what with its face in the dirt. Attack vs Will - (1d20+2)[7] Damage - (1d6+4)[8], target takes -2 to attacks this turn Alex fires a bolt of magic at the target as well, striking true despite the distance and prone foe. Attack vs Reflex - (1d20+3)[20] Damage - (2d4+5)[10] The kobold staggers up, slips out of the groups' grip, and realizes its dead, while another singer attacks Nisan, and two kobolds play "catch" with the rock... while trying to bounce the thing off of Axis's and Hob's skulls. Spoiler Hide Sling Shots: (vs AC) Attack on Ephraim - (1d20+6)[7] (-2 if Hob's attack hit) Damage - (1d6+3)[6] Dead. Attack on Nisan - (1d20+6)[13] Damage - (1d6+3)[6] Skull-Skull! (vs AC) Attack on Axis - (1d20+8)[28] Damage - (1d8+2)[3], push 2. Attack on Hob - (1d20+8)[21] Damage - (1d8+2)[5], push 2. Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token Nisan|Sword-Guy Ephraim|Aladdin Hob|Goblin Axis|Bald Human Alex|Black-Hair Kobold Group 2 Kobold Group 1 Thomas|Kitty[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Room 1:Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Room 2:Spoiler Hide Tiamat Coin: a crude altar to the Fivefold Mother. On top of a small platform with a couple steps leading up to it. Armored Dragon born: Statues of suits of armor. Coffins: Coffins. Difficult terrain, provides cover. Room 3:Spoiler Hide Coffins: same as in Room 2. Green: same as in Room 1. A heavy set of double doors rests between the rows S and T, along columns 27 and 28. Despite their age, it would take a determined hero to bash them down. The black lines indicate a 10 ft difference: the kobolds are on high ground, and the 4 ft thick green goop is in a 10 ft deep pit. Conditions Spoiler Hide Kobold @ -R25: Dead. Axis: 3 damage Hob: 5 damage ((Thought this was dead.)) Alek moves across the room to get a better shot, and unleashed an acidic arrow of destruction. Spoiler Hide Move to -J 30. Standard Action -U30 Kobold (Burst 2). Acid Arrow On Kobold Attack: (1d20+5)[19] Damage:(2d8+5)[9] Ongoing 5 Acid Damage (Save Ends). Secondary Attack -T29 Kobold Attack: (1d20+5)[16] Damage: (1d8+5)[9] Ongoing 5 Acid Damage (Save Ends). Miss: Half Damage, Ongoing 2 Acid Damage (Save Ends), No Secondary Attack. Ephraim moves up and tries to pull one of the Kobolds off the ledge with his magic Spoiler Hide Move to -R29, Lightning Lure on -T29, which I think is a diagonal vertical three square distance, Damp;D does not model height well. This is of course assuming you can actually even attempt this since I've seen disagreement over whether the rules allow it or not. (1d20+4)[11] (1d6+4)[10] Lightning damage, and he's pulled to the nearest adjacent space, if he can't be pulled the attack fails period and does nothing. If this does work I mark him. Of course knowing my dice luck the whole thing is moot anyway. Edit: Called it. *facepalm* Dearest forum roller: IT'S BLOODY OK TO GIVE ME A DOUBLE-DIGIT NUMBER ONCE IN A WHILE. Nisan, emboldened by his previous success, steps forward to repeat his prayer -- directed against the next kobold in line, of course. Spoiler Hide Move: To -Q24 Minor: Oath of Enmity on -U24 Standard: Bond of Censure on -U24. Attack (vs Will): The better of (1d20+4)[16] or (1d20+4)[16] Hit: Attempt to pull the kobold to -R24. If he actually gets there, he takes (1d10)[1] radiant damage, plus falling damage. EDIT: That's ... underwhelming. Saving throw to not die:(1d20)[7]The kobold flies forward due to some unseen divine force, and dies as it lands at Nisan's feet. The party continues to assault the kobolds on the wall, while the wall-bound kobolds continue to fight back, grabbing at the rock as it flies around. Spoiler Hide Hob uses Vicious Mockery again. Attack vs Will - (1d20+4)[5] Axis gets ready to climb the wall. A kobold throws the rock at Nisan. Vs AC - (1d20+8)[13] Damage - (1d8+2)[9] (And again at Hob, as he failed to kill the other kobold) vs AC - (1d20+8)[23] Damage - (1d8+2)[5] Another kobold slings a stone at Alex. Vs AC - (1d20+6)[25] Damage - (1d6+3)[4] Map Spoiler Hide {table=head]Character|Token Nisan|Sword-Guy Ephraim|Aladdin Hob|Goblin Axis|Bald Human Alex|Black-Hair Kobold Group 2 Kobold Group 1 Thomas|Kitty[/table] Traps/hazards/etc. Spoiler Hide Room 1:Spoiler Hide Green: thick, green goop 4 feet deep in a 10-foot pit. The sludge is difficult terrain, but creatures ending their move in the pit are immobilized (DC 13 Strength to break free). Creatures that fall into the pit take damage from falling. Grey bar: Portcullis. Currently, open enough for small creatures to slip through easily. Medium creatures can squeeze through, and there's a lever at F8 that will open the gate completely with a standard action. Provides cover against Medium creatures. Hob has opened the portcullis completely. Room 2:Spoiler Hide Tiamat Coin: a crude altar to the Fivefold Mother. On top of a small platform with a couple steps leading up to it. Armored Dragon born: Statues of suits of armor. Coffins: Coffins. Difficult terrain, provides cover. Room 3:Spoiler Hide Coffins: same as in Room 2. Green: same as in Room 1. A heavy set of double doors rests between the rows S and T, along columns 27 and 28. Despite their age, it would take a determined hero to bash them down. The black lines indicate a 10 ft difference: the kobolds are on high ground, and the 4 ft thick green goop is in a 10 ft deep pit. Conditions Spoiler Hide Things with big red XS on them are dead. Axis: 3 damage Hob: 9 damage Alex: 9 damage Nisan gestures at a third kobold at the top of the wall, hoping to clear a path for Axis. Spoiler Hide Minor: Oath of Enmity on -T24 kobold Standard: Bond of Censure on the same. Attack vs Will: The better of (1d20+4)[15] or (1d20+4)[16] Hit: Pull the kobold to -R24 -- over or around Axis, I'm not too picky which. Provided it fails its save to not fall, it takes (1d10)[6] radiant damage when it lands next to me. Plus falling damage, of course. Ephraim tries to attack the Kobold he missed again. Spoiler Hide Lightning Lure on -T29 Kobold (1d20+4)[13] vs Ref (1d6+4)[8] Mark whoever is alive, and I can reach, assuming that's anybody. ... Alright, this is fricking ridiculous. Screw you forum roller, seriously.

Questing for names IC [4e]|rating:3.0

Paranoid Memories (Zhu Que & Camie Calamity)

A loud 'Howrah' exploded in a sweet soprano. She then yelled in surprise, followed by a loud crash. Some scrambling and Nicki came down to the basement, where the band was waiting to practice. "I'm good. I'm fine... Foot." Doing a little dance, she smirked at her bandmates. Wondering who first would question her sudden excitement. Would it be her perceptive brother, Deny?... Would it be their lead guitarist, Paige?.. Or the calm second guitar, Zach 'Mono'? Brushing white hair back, she just grinned at them. Sure, she had just broken the computer chair, but that was not going to be a burden on her cheer... She very rarely showed her glee this much, so it was big. Oh yes, she couldn't wait to tell them... Well, hoping to start with the hiccups in the fun, but that would not destroy her expertness. This hyper twenty-one-year-old is Nicki Rodes, bass and vocals of Paranoid Memories. She would usually just say the good news and then get to practice, but this news was too fun. (Paige pulled her long black hair up into a high ponytail before taking her Washburn S161 out of its custom-made case. The two other band members, Deny and Zach were conversing amongst themselves, as she began to play one chord after another. It wasn’t anything special just something she had been working on, a song about her turmoiled relationship with her boyfriend. A song that would be likely forgotten about as soon as she moved on and replaced him with someone new, which was very much Paige like. Her attention quickly leaving her guitar and her current playing as the shouting and screaming came from upstairs and then of course Nicki stood at the bottom doing a happy dance. “At least one of us seems to be happy.” Paige joked as her blue eyes watched the girl. Paige stood and placed her possession back in its custom-made case and shut the lid. “So what’s up girl?” She asked her voice soft-spoken and honey filled as usual.“Are you going to keep us waiting?” Paige asked with a light laugh. She hoped whatever was would be a good thing for all of them, although she was certain it was for Nicki. They could all use a little bit of good news, happy news, at least Paige new she could. The suspense was getting next to Paige, she wasn’t really one known for her patience. Then again, she had shown more growing in the last department as of late. Paige offered a smile before urging on. “Come on tell us what’s up, please?” She asked offering a slight pout. A happy grin at the fact that Paige was asking. Moving over, she acted sultry. "Well, Miss Paige... I think you would be happy to know..." She paused and stepped away." Well, really. I think its more fun to make you wait..." A small snicker, she walked over and looked at her Fender Highway. Fingering the neck, she noticed Deny giving her a look. Picking up her bass, slipping on the strap." I guess If I wait to long... we'll miss our first show... Miss our first show and the tour might go bad." She grinned and gently plucked at the cords absently. She felt at home with her bass, and so she just wanted to feel perfect, which holding it and the news made her feel. What? Paige thought to herself, surely she hadn’t heard that right. But the look on Nicki’s face told her everything she had heard was right, tour. “Tour! Tour! Tour! We’re going on tour!” Paige screamed ecstatically as she began to jump up and down. “How can you just sit there acting all nonchalant now? We are going on tour!” She exclaimed once more doing her own version of a happy dance. Grabbing Nicki’s hand she pulled the girl up. “How can you just sit there now, we are going on tour no more of this one horse town!” Paige couldn’t describe the feelings that pulsed through her body on the news, it was nothing less than amazing. “When do we start? Who are we opening for? Who noticed us?” Paige had a million questions and was throwing them all at Nicki. She laughed and pulled back, looking at Deny, who was doing his own little 'yes' dance. Zach was actually showing strong emotion. He had never been one for open emotions. She smirked."Okay, okay... We'll be meeting an agent at the airport Friday. So a few days..." She acted all calm, trying to seem responsible, or so it looked." Also, for who we are opening for... See if you can figure it out." She started playing a few cords, leading into the bass of a heavy song. A dong she took to pretty quickly when she had first wanted to learn it... She would figure that they'd get it before the lyrics, but she continued. No time for goodbye, he Haidas he faded away Don't put your life in, someone's hands Their bound to steal it away Don't hide, your mistakes cause they'll find you, burn you. Paige began to sing along with Nicki, picking up her own guitar and beginning to play the tune. Then he said. If you want to get out alive Hold on for your life If you want to get out alive Hold on for your life She had to force herself to stop taking in everything she had just heard. “I can’t believe it, Three days Grace. I know we are good, hell great but how did we ever get so lucky?” Her voice quivered slightly and tears of happiness stinging at her eyes. “Did you guys here that Three days Grace, and we are opening for them!” Paige would even admit to herself she was acting like a love struck teenager just going to a concert, but hell this band meant more to her than anything. It was the one thing that kept her going day in and day out and this tour meant they had been recognized, maybe they weren’t some huge band, but they had been recognized. Stopping, she smiled. She loved playing with Paige. She had noticed that Deny had played, too, Zach had disappeared upstairs. Furthermore, she knew because she heard a 'what the hell? The chair?' from him. Heh, if he was looking for some sort of confirmation, he wouldn't find it. She was keeping things secret. She felt it would be more fun that way." We got lucky because of Deny's idea to play at the club last week... Their openers had dropped and one of their agents was out this way visit Benny, the clubs' owner." she grinned, giving Deny a big pat on the back. Watching Paige, she giggled... She had never really seen her act so hyper." The agent, Lisa, she said that we would need to at the airport early in the morning. We have to meet up with the band and get our stuff on the bus as soon as we get there... The tour is supposed to be going now..." She started to pluck at the strings absently, they couldn't practice till Zach came back down. "Oh... don't forget to bring everything necessary. It's going to be a long tour she said." Tomorrow? Tomorrow I will be on the road playing for thousands and no longer stuck here, with the same people, and the same weekend activities. No, tomorrow she would be on the road with the people she loved and playing music for sold out crowds instead of sold out back rooms. Paige finally managed to calm herself down and began to hook up her own cords. “You can consider me already packed and ready to go.” She managed to get the words out in her normal tone, barely. “Come on Zack we need to practice then go home and pack. You know tomorrow comes early right?” Paige couldn’t help but be antsy this was the biggest thing that had happened to her and to the band in well it was the biggest thing for her. “Tomorrow night we will be playing in front of thousands of people opening for Three Days Grace. Can you believe it?” She nearly swooned. “And to think one day maybe we will be headlining a tour, and they can open for us. Not to mention all the sex we could possibly want as an added incentive.” She said giving a wink in Deny and Nicki’s direction. She laughed a little at her friends actions. Furthermore, she adored her. Furthermore, she was strong, a great guitarist, and had a nice view on life. Though she wasn't too sure about the new boyfriend every so often thing... Then again, she'd never been much for a boyfriend, flings sure, but boyfriends no. Getting ready as she saw Zach make it down the stairs, she wanted practice to go well and fast, she had stuff to pack. Looking to Deny, she smirked, he looked like his mind was going a mile a minute, probably listing what needed to be packed and done with the house. Yes they rented from their aunt, but she'd need to be told." Yes Paige, I'm sure they will open for us." She smiled, shaking her head a little... Poor Paige, lost in fantasy. Well... it could become real, but Three Days Grace opening for them, unlikely..." T'is a nice incentive." Deny spoke calmly, his tenor voice a beautiful male version of his sisters. He smirked, showing, yes it truly was a nice incentive." Lisa said that if there was anything we wanted to go by, to let her know. I already told her Zach usually goes by Mono and Issue for me... If you guys want to go by anything, tell her tomorrow." She smiled... Mono was a joke name that Deny had stuck to Zach, because of his usually monotone personality. Their aunt had always talked about Nicki having issues, so Issue stuck for her. Paige thought about it for a moment. “You mean like a stage name right?” Paige had never adapted to the whole stage name thing. “Nah, I guess I will stick with my own boring name, Paige. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?” She laughed lightly. It wasn’t that she would hold anything against her friends for the new names, but keeping her name was part of who she was. “Besides, I won’t have to get use to being called anything else. I wouldn’t want to look stupid standing around looking for someone they were screaming for, and low and behold it was me they were attempting to get attention.” Paige began to warm up, playing a few of the chords from their first song as she waited on Zack to join them. She did slightly wonder if any of them if not all of them would suffer stage fright. Now that was a nightmare to freeze on stage with all of those people looking on waiting on them to do something, anything. She laughed. "Paige... it's not boring, just normal. He." She smirked playfully. When Zach finally grabbed his guitar, she started to pluck at the low cord of her bass. "So, the better and quicker our practice goes, the sooner we can be ready for tomorrow." A grin took over her mouth." I guess we should think of an order to play our songs tomorrow night..." With that she joined in with Paige, playing slapping style rather than plucking. She couldn't wait for the flight, she loved planes. Especially when that plane takes you to something great. Paige, had to agree it was normal, which in its own right was so unlike her. She generally was herself no matter how normal or strange some people may have thought Paige to be. She didn’t copy people or try to be anything she wasn’t; her motto was keep it real. For her that’s what she was doing, keeping it real. Throughout practice Paige played better than she had in months, maybe it was the prospect of the band actually going somewhere. She always tried to play her best rather practice or a show, but something about today was just well, better. It definitely had to be the good news. Her mind stayed with the music, each and every song not wondering from this worry to another, but actually on what she was doing. As practice began to wind down, Paige finally started to think about Nicki. It was true she admired her hell one would be crazy not to especially with her work ethic, being the main representative, the bass player and of course the singer had to take a toll on someone. If it did, she didn’t show it, or at least not visible to Paige. As they finished the last song, she was grinning ear to ear. Taking her bass off and setting it on its stand, she did a little jump. "FOOT! That was great guys... Never better." She went over to the mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of lemonade. A ritual she did after every gig and practice." I have clothes to pack, items to pack... I'm going to dig out my good case.... Furthermore, I'm taking both my basses, so I have to have both cases." She took a big swig of the lemonade. She was making a mental checklist... "Hey Deny... Call Auntie, tell her that we'll be gone a while. That I'll call her tomorrow before the gig." Getting a 'got it' she smiled at them. Looking to Paige, she thought about what she had said, lots of sex... A small grin formed. Not only would she get to have her fill of guys, not to mention she'd get to be far more picky than she already was... She would get to try something new... After having Paige around so much, she was beginning to question how she felt about females. Paige placed her guitar in its case and locked the lid tightly. She would of course carry more than her favorite one, but the rest were back at her place. A place where she shared alone and would have to have someone check in on at least a couple of times a week. Maybe, Jared would do it, hell he owed her that much especially after she had bailed his ass out of jail last week for public intoxication. Paige’s intentions of ending things sooner than later put on hold as she would need him for this small favor, compared to those she had done for him. Yeah, it could be considered using him, but hey the ass had done plenty of that to her in the past. Oh well, this tour was going to be a blast and nothing less, she could always end things when she got back. Grabbing her case up, Paige caught a slight glance of Nicki, something definitely on her mind. “Ok, guys I am out of here and headed home to pack and plan. Catch up with you later Nicki?” She asked with a wink as she headed up the stairs, planning on calling the girl later to make sure of everything. She grinned as Paige left. After a while of getting things straightened, Deny shooed Zach off for him to get ready. Deny had needed his help breaking down the drum set. She had both her bass guitars at the door, along with her two suitcases. Deny's drum set was broken down and by the door, along with a suitcase. Devy had called their aunt... so the place was taken care of. Nicki had called a friend of hers, she didn't want to call a cab, and didn't want to leave their van at the airport. So she called a friend to ride with them and drive the van back here. Thus, they were ready for bed... except that Nicki was too happy to sleep, she decides if she could not sleep now, she would on the plane. Paige woke at the break of dawn, not that she had really slept more like laid there and tried to keep her eyes closed. Her bags had well been packed long before she had retired and the fight over the upcoming tour had ensued between her and her now ex. At least she didn’t have to worry about that anymore, and fortunately she managed to rely on another friend to check in on her apartment. A pot of coffee and a shower later, Paige pulled her black hair up into a high ponytail applied minimal makeup and was dressed. A black came tank top and a pair of well-worn jeans, both framing her curves nicely and a pair of black boots and Paige was ready to leave her apartment. She didn’t know for how long but even a couple of weeks to a month was better than nothing. Pulling her bags behind her, she managed to lock the door and hail a cab within only a few minutes. The ride over to Nicki and Deny’s place was nerve wracking to say the least; the driver couldn’t drive and took the longest route possible even after her directions. Did he not realize how important being on time was for her? Apparently not as he had shot her another look after her objections, but a happy sigh came as she finally arrived, fashionably late. “It’s not my fault this time.” She managed making a face as she thought she might get a yelling of a lifetime. “I promise the cab driver wouldn’t listen, and we ended up in rush hour traffic.” She laughed, leaning against the van. Deny, Zach and her friend were packing their stuff into the back. "Ok, ok, I'll let it slide on the fact that today is going to be great." She grinned, looking Paige over. Nicki herself was pretty much ready to be on stage. She wore a fishnet top, black tight denim pants, and dark knee-high boots. She also had her trademark suspenders, just delicately place to cover the nipple as the went up her front and crossed down her back. They were wide cut, to be more concealing, and well her secret was temporary body glue, it kept the straps in place. Her hair moussed to angle to the side, light make up cover her face. She winked at Paige. "Guess it's time to get going. Lisa will be there about the time we get there..." Paige took in Nicki’s overall appearance. “Dressed to perform already?” Paige asked with a slight smile forming on her face. Dressed herself for comfort because she hadn’t known how long they would be on the plane. Yet, she wasn’t going to complain about Nicki’s choice in clothing besides it gave her something to look at hell even contemplate. Paige loaded her luggage into the van and then crawled in taking a seat in the back. It was of course the right thing to do you wouldn’t want to force the person who was to drive the van back to ride in back. “Come on you guy’s let’s get going. Come on come on.” Leaning her head against the inside of the van Paige, closed her eyes momentarily sinking everything in. It was all still so new, and the truth was she still wouldn’t accept it as fact until she was on stage. “Did anyone bring coffee?” She asked opening her eyes. Grinning, she calmly answered. "Well, the fun is, I know where we're playing, so I know how long the plane trip is... Also. You never know who is going to see you..." A smirk. "If anybody got wind that the original openers had bailed and that we are opening now, who knows who will be at the airport." "There is a new can of coffee beans in one of my bags." Shrugging, she climbs in the driver's seat. It was either her or Deny to drive, and well, to be frank, she didn't think she could handle just sitting, she wanted to drive. Once they were all in the van, she laughed at Paige's impatience. Starting up the van, she reached over and turned on the radio/CD player. It was going to be a loud ride.~~~Arriving at the airport, she pulled up to the drop off area. "Deny, go get a luggage cart... We should only need one. The instruments should be able to fit on one, and we can carry our suitcases." She parked and got out, not turning it off since their friend would leave soon. Pulling out her two bass guitar cases, she set them on the curb, turning back to get her suitcases, since her and Paige's things were the last to go in. She watched the Deny go off to get a cart. Setting her suitcases next to her bass cases, she went to give her a hug goodbye. Paige climbed out of the back of the van unloading it as Nicki said her good by’s to her friend. Stopping momentarily to take in the other female in the band’s body, Nicki, was beautiful and perfect in all the ways a woman should be. Yet, Paige had never even tried to tempt fate with the woman. It wasn’t that she hadn’t ever been with a woman before, a couple over the years. She did admire the female body for the beauty it perceived but when it came to women she had always been strictly fooling around and left relationships to be had with men. If asked why she could never really give an answer, not an honest one anyway. “Thanks, Deny.” Paige blushed knowing her looking had probably lasted way too long. “I didn’t see you coming back.” She knew the excuse probably only made her look guiltier, so she decided the best way to handle things was to begin loading the cart. Nicki had felt eyes on her, but it didn't bother her, she was used to stares, good ones and bad. After saying goodbye, her friend got in the Van and waited to leave. Going to the back, she put her bass cases on where they would fit. When everything was out of the van, the girl left. Picking up her stuff, she leads them to the security line, she had called earlier, so they got to go beside the line for a quick check. She thanked the guard, who had been a fan of theirs from the last two shows. She had noticed a blush on Paige, and thought that maybe it was because of Deny. It bothered her a bit, and she wasn't sure why it did. A short woman with short brunette hair and a cherry red sundress was waving at them, making her way over. She was holding out four tickets, a big smile on her face. "If you guys kick ass at the show tonight, they may just sign you under our company, we have great agents, if I may say so myself." She giggled at her own cockiness. Paige signed the security guards autograph, ‘for in case they became famous one day’ before following the rest of the band. It might not have been the smartest mood, but neither was ignoring a fan no matter where he was a fan from. The thought of being signed had her excited again, but she managed to keep her excitement down, other than a broad smile, it wouldn’t do to become overly hyper. Over hyperactivity could get her banned from the plane and cost the band any signing. She managed to catch up with Nicki as their tickets were checked, and they were rushed onto the waiting plane. “If kicking ass will get us signed, then they should just sign us. We are going to rock the roof off the damned place.” Paige whispered keeping her voice down so that the woman couldn’t hear her. Besides, they always kicked ass and no one could deny that. Nicki chuckled at Paige's comment. Nodding, she found her seat, right behind Deny and Zach. Taking the window seat, she looked up at Paige. Making sure that Lisa was busy, and sitting farther away, she gave a confident smile. "Of course, we always kick ass... but I wonder how things are going to go tonight.... I mean playing in New York is different from playing in our basement." She wondered what it would be like, playing in front of a large crowd, rather than small bar crowds. People who paid just to see a band, not people who just saw the band while out in the bar or club. It would be a different environment, a bit more stressful, a lot more fun. Paige took her seat beside Nicki. “Yep your right. Playing in New York is definitely different from playing in New York.” Paige stopped and gave Nicki a quizzical look. “New York, huh? Well we will just have to pretend we are in our basement.” Paige took Nicki’s hand not thinking about it, it was more out of comfort than anything, she hated flying. Paige absolutely despised flying, although she was capable of doing it just didn’t like it. Closing her eyes and leaning her head back she momentarily prayed hoping nothing went wrong, not that she expected it to. After the plane had taking off she finally opened her eyes again. “Jared and I broke up last night.” She stated not the least bit heartbroken about the situation. “So if you want to join the mile high club, you know I’m single.” Paige gave a wink but wasn’t serious about it, hell it was Nicki, and she wasn’t about to cross a line that would cost her a friendship. She smiled. "I mean it in a 'new atmosphere, bigger crowds' versus 'home feeling, small crowds' kinda way..." She laced her fingers with Paige's when the other took her hand, knowing that the flight probably wasn't going to be too much fun for Paige. When Paige finally opened her eyes again, Nicki gave her a caring look, wondering if she would be fine... Well, with that news, Nicki just stared at her. "Eh? Really... What... he didn't like you being gone for a while?" She shook her head... "I don't think it would be wise... I mean, with our luck, we would go to hide in the bathroom, mess around without locking to door, and somebody would just open the door wide." She nodded, playfulness in her tone... She wasn't so sure she was just playing around with that response... Furthermore, she didn't feel against it, the way she had normally thought she felt... Was she just reluctant, rather than dismissive? She nibbled her lip, wanting the flight to be over... She didn't much trust other people with her basses, and she was itching to play now... It also didn't help that she didn't bring anything to read or listen to while on the flight. “Can we say that you might be jitterier than I am, Nicki?” Paige laughed as the girl nibbled at her lip. “As for Jared no he didn’t like the idea and even went on to tell me how much I sucked, like it was going to change my mind right? Oh, well it was fun while it lasted, but I have a feeling the road is going to be even more fun and adventurous.” A thought crossed her mind momentarily that the tour could possibly change them all in one way or another rather good or bad the likelihood was there. “You don’t think we will change too much, do you? I mean like the four of us will always be friends and all right?” She shook her head. She had never liked Jared, but she could not choose the people her friends liked. "He sucks." Her response was mumbled, like a kid just retorting. She had never been good dealing with the boyfriend issue, as she never really took up boyfriends. "Oh well, now you can focus on fun, like hanging out with the band and doing fun things with me, so I don't get lost because my friends let me wander away." She gave a small grin." Of course, we'll always be friends... and yea, the tour is definitely going to change us some." She gave a sincere smile, one of her rare ones. "I thought this too, what if we change and drift away from each other.... but then I remembered... Where would we go if we separated? Zach hates people, but likes us, so he'd never be the one to try to leave.... Deny couldn't stand being away from the band, let alone his sister who he loves very much," that was a bit cocky, but she was making a point, "and me? I would be hell on the world, and not very happy. So I'm here with the people who make me happy and keep my crazy to my performance... what about you, do you think that you would leave for any reason?" She tilted her head cutely. "I mean, come on, we're crazy individually, all of us... but together, we mesh great, we're happy, and well. We make damned good music, that people will be paying to see in no time, tour not counting of course." “Besides better paying gigs?” Paige asked cracking a smile letting it be known that she was joking. “Actually, I have never thought about it, I mean really if I did what would it be for? I mean can you picture me lost in this great big old world, playing my guitar on the corner for change?” She moved her hand and began playing with the strings on a hole in her jeans. “I mean even if tall, dark and handsome came along I would still be with the band. Seriously what would you guys do without me right? I know it’s shocking to think about, but this band would have no entertainment at all.” Paige laughed lightly at her own joke, but she had never seriously thought about leaving the band. Hell, she hadn’t even jokingly thought about it not until now, and she didn’t like the thought too much. The guys had all become family for her and had only been the ones who were ever there when she needed them. She laughed a bit. "I don't think I could picture you playing on a corner." She tightened her hold on Paige's hand, placing her other hand on Paige's forearm, leaning in to lay her head on the other's shoulder. "If you ever decide to play on a corner I would need to see it."" Didn't you already have a tall, dark, and handsome before?" She gave her a small smile. Nicki couldn't ever imagine any of them leaving, and didn't want to keep thinking about it. Right now she just wanted the plane to land and them to get to their first real big show. Paige felt something, maybe it was small, but it was there as Nicki laid her head on her shoulder, tightening the grip on her hand, and even placing the other one on her arm. She pushed the feeling away the best she could manage to place a smile on her face. “Yep tall dark and handsome has been had, but you never know in the future might meet another one. Rest assured Nicki, I’m not looking at the moment so not planning on going anywhere. My plans are to have fun on this tour and rock it to the best of my ability.” She leaned her head back in the seat, making sure as not to disturb Nicki’s on resting head. “Besides if I am ever playing on the sidewalk you will be the first I call. I promise.” Paige had no intentions of playing on the sidewalk only playing with the band, her band, their band, her friends and family. "That's good. I don't think we could, or would want to, find someone as good as you." She smiled again. Nicki was happy that Paige was no longer with Jared, not sure why it made her happy, but she was happy.~~~~When the plane landed and Lisa ushered the four of them off and to get their stuff, Nicki had reluctantly got up and followed Deny and Zach. Maybe this tour would open up why she keeps feeling like this. She had always been protective of her friends, but recently more-so of the female ones. Glancing to Paige, she thought 'especially Paige'. A happy smile at the thoughts of being with the others for quite some time, it meant more time to be with them. Lisa said something about going out and waiting in the limo for them. “What are you smiling for Nicki?” Paige asked as they headed off the plane. “Do please tell what is running through that pretty little head of yours?” She cooed giving a friendly wink as she followed the others to baggage claim. She didn’t care much for this Lisa woman, why she didn’t know something about her just really hadn’t sat right with her. Oh, well she thought at least tonight she would be playing her guitar on stage for thousands of potential fans. “I can’t wait for tonight just think all the groupies you can handle, Nicki.” "Oh. Nothing. Just happy that we're all here. Happy that we are all going to play opening tonight." A grin graced her lips. "It is going to be great!" Nicki laughed. "I won't know what to do with them... I mean... We are going to have HARDCORE FANS! No doubt about it." She gave her a trademark 'world is ours!' look. She didn't even want to wait the ride time. They get to meet Three Days Grace, and OPEN for them. In front of thousands! On TV, too! She squealed a bit, over run by excitement. Finding her luggage, and seeing an airport cart-boy bringing around a cart with their instruments out to the van behind the white limousine. She mouthed 'oh yeah, people to do stuff for us'. Emphasizing 'us' by tapping her chest. “People to do stuff for us?” Paige laughed lightly. “We aren’t becoming lazy are we?” Paige’s laughter stopped as the cart boy bumped into another cart and her instrument case toppled to the pavement. “Shit!” The curse not really murmured and loud enough for everyone to hear as a few of the passengers on the flight turned to look at her as she bolted in the direction of the cart. Paige wanted to be mad be pissed, but accidents did happen, and the embarrassed boy kept apologizing and trying to take the case from her. “I said I’ve got it ok?” She hadn’t meant for it to come out so harsh, but it was her baby they were talking about, as she checked to make sure everything was ok. "Lazy? NO, no... but it is nice." She laughed, too... which stopped at the sound of the case falling to the ground. Eyes going wide, she looked over as Paige ran. Running over after her, she stopped beside her. "Is it alright, nothing wrong?" She was edgy, she always treated all instruments with love, and the most important ones were theirs, all four of the band members instruments were extremely important. Glancing to the boy as he backed up a little, still apologizing. "Its alright, we've got it from here, just go find something else to do." She waved Davy and Zach over to take care of things. Placing a hand on Paige's shoulder, she gave her a worried look... "Paige?." “It’s fine. I’ve got it Nicki, it’s not like I’m going to go psycho and kill him. Wouldn’t ruin it for the band.” Paige tried her best to laugh the matter off. “I had rather carried it myself.” She said with a smile or at least a partial one. Paige did however carry it herself as well as load it. If anyone were lucky and proved themselves maybe in the future she would allow someone else to carry her instruments but not until then. "I understand dear... If it had been me, I might not of held back..." She said, trying to make Paige feel better... After helping the boys load the luggage and instruments, she got in the limo, making sure to sit between Deny and Paige, not really sure why she did, actually. Lisa told them they could have a little from the mini bar, but not too much, since they'd be playing soon. Taking advantage of that, she grabbed a bottle of wine, reading it. Holding it up for the others to see... She had never been much for beer, but the wine had been in there. Paige looked at Nicki as she climbed in between Deny and her. She was beginning to question what was going on, Paige knew that Nicki was protective of her brother and Paige would never do anything that would jeopardize any relationship with her band members. Yeah, she was flirted, but that was as far as it had ever gone between her and her male counterparts. “I don’t think I want any.” Paige offered thinking it might not be so good before she went on stage. She couldn’t think of anything worse than going on stage drunk and ruining everything, as Paige wasn’t one to hold the alcohol very well. “But after the show I’ll take you up on that offer, ok?” She offered with a smile. Nodding to her, Nicki just smiled. "I will hold you to that..." She handed the bottle to Deny, as he had the glass for himself and Nicki, as Zach said he'd wait til later, too. By the time they got there, Nicki and Deny had each nearly finished their glasses. Sighing, she kind of wanted a second glass, damn Deny for making her go slow. As Lisa, Deny, and Zach climbed out, Nicki turned to look at Paige... "Uhm... Paige?" Nibbling her lip, she looked down. "Do you like Deny?" She didn't know why it bothered her... Normally, she dislikes girls for liking him, but with this situation, it felt different, like it wasn't about Deny. Paige couldn’t help but smile at that question. “Do I like Deny? Sure I do why would you ask that?” Paige hadn’t thought about what was truly being asked until she noticed Nicki’s biting of her bottom lip. “Not the way you think though, Nicki. I like him as a friend and nothing more so you don’t have to worry about your brother being a rebound or something. I wouldn’t do that besides rebounds aren’t my style anyway.” She began gathering her belongings as she had to change for the show as well as listen to this and that. “Besides I think that I’m crushing on someone else. I don’t know how that is going to play out if it ever will, but maybe I will work my nerve up and give it a shot.” Paige did the one thing that Paige thought she’d never do and placed a quick kiss on Nicki’s cheek. Gathering her things she headed off in the direction Lisa had pointed out where they could get ready. Her cheeks lightly red from the thought of rejection even though she hadn’t really given Nicki anytime to object and why had she just pretty much put her feelings out there like that, she didn’t know. Paige shut the door to the room behind her leaving it unlocked if Nicki decided to come in and give a touch up on makeup seeing that she was already dressed for the show, not that she needed a touch up the girl was beautiful no matter what she did. Nicki's hear sank a little when Paige said yes. As the other amended what she said, She gave a small sigh of relief. "I. I know you don't do rebounds... I was just wondering." Watching her, "Oh..." she was going to say more, but as Paige kissed her on the cheek, her cheeks went bright red. She wondered if feeling shy and happy was a confirmation to something she'd been wondering for a couple of days now. Grabbing her stuff and following Paige, she figured to touch up her makeup and double-check her outfit and accessories. Giving Paige a small smile. "Let's have a great show... I can't wait to show off in front of tons of people." She giggled. Nicki wanted to test a theory, after the show. She didn't want to test it now, as she didn't want to ruin something for the band, not for this show, not ever. “Me either.” Paige murmured pulling her shirt off but turning so that her back was to Nicki. She pulled on her stage clothing, a black leather halter top that tied and laced in the front and a pair of leather pants that hugged her tightly but not so tightly that she couldn’t move. “You don’t think you will get stage fright do ya?” She asked as she slid on the heeled boots pulling her pants leg back down over them. Pulling her long black hair from the scrunchie she ran a brush through it, as it was her general rule to leave it down while playing even if sometimes she switched it up. A quick check of her makeup and a little more black eyeliner and red tint to her lips and Paige was ready to go. “Are we ready to Rock?” She watched Paige change out the corner of her eye. "Me? Stage fright?" She laughed playfully. "I haven't had stage fright since our first actual show..." She gave a confident grin. "I just hope Deny and Zach are going to be fine." She giggled, knowing Zach was the one likely to fall to stage fright. For the tough guy act, he was pretty sensitive. Making sure the body glue was holding tight, so as not to have a nipple-slip while performing, she smiled at Paige. "Oh, we're so ready to rock!" She made her way to the door. "You and I are definitely going to kick some ass..." She gave her a wink and disappeared out the door, heading to check equipment, theirs and the tech people's stuff. Paige managed to make through the sound check without the first sign of nerves which was sign of relief. Why would any of them be nervous? Hell, they were made for this right? Yeah, they were. She had even managed to avoid Deny for the most part on Nicki’s behalf. It was kind of funny why now all of a sudden Nicki was curious as to her feelings for Deny. Had she flirted with Deny or maybe joked more with him than she had Zack? Oh, well she thought to herself. Nicki had goofed around with the sound check. She knew that if she was completely serious with it, that she would freak out if something went wrong... She mentioned to the techs that the mics were not loud enough, to adjust the volume up a bit, but that was it. She hadn't really noticed that Paige avoided Deny on purpose, just that she didn't feel jealous and protective. Deny did though, and had pulled Zach off to the side, to talk about his opinion of what was going on. Nicki looked at them, shaking her head, maybe they were talking about the show that was about to start soon. She saw the members of Three Days Grace coming out to check their instruments and meet their openers. Eyes widening a bit, she made her way over to group. She had an adorable smile on her face, an almost childlike joy. She waved her hand over at Deny and Zach a couple of times, but would actually turn and point at Paige, a sly look on her face. Furthermore, she was introducing them as Paranoid Memories, the band opening for them. Furthermore, she also explained about Three Days Grace being part of the influence for them. Furthermore, she was absently plucking a tune on her bass, something she did while nervous. Paige noticed Nicki talking to the members of Three Days Grace, but made no moves to join. The last thing she wanted to do was get over hyper embarrass herself and then screw up in a little bit. “Almost show time.” One tech said as he passed her, she thanked him before going about her business. A few minutes later she bypassed Deny and Zach keeping her words short. Paige tried her best to avoid the strange looks shot by the two, but it was best she avoids. What was she supposed to say? I like your sister and don’t want her getting jealous because I flirt with you sometimes, yeah, that wouldn’t play out to well for any involved. As the guys of Three Days Grace left to the green room, she walked over, Bass pushed behind her, neck pointed down as the strap held the body against her back. She gave them a small, questioning look. "So. Did I hear them say almost show time?" She grinned. "I have something to tell you guys, but I'll wait till after the show... We don't need to be over-excited while playing." With that, she took the time to double-check the straps of the suspenders, making sure they fully covered... hmm, that would have been embarrassing if she hadn't been covered while talking to the other band. A small shrug and she gave them a 'Lets go kick ass' look. Just like Nicki keep everything a secret, but she had a great point it wouldn’t pay to be overly excited. Paige fell in line and followed behind Nicki. This was going to be a kick ass show, like no other they had performed, and she had all intentions of playing better than she had ever before. They all had a lot to gain from this one show. They also had a lot to lose as well. As upbeat as she was trying to remain it wasn’t helping anything that her mind kept running back to Nicki. Oh well, mind on the show she told herself and that is what she did. Out on stage, she paused a moment at the start of their first song. She had a large smile on her face as she joined, making it seem like she hadn't paused. No, not from stage fright, but over excitement at the large crowd... After that she had little to no incidents, a few steps that could be considered tiny stumbles, but nothing she couldn't play off as slight dancing. She had more energy in this one show than she had in a while. The crowd cheering and moving to their songs had her adrenaline pumping. She kept glancing to Paige, just to offer her a smile. She could hear the excitement in how Deny was playing, could feel it in the beat of the drums. Furthermore, she would glance to Zach once or twice a song, to make sure he was feeling the rush, but her eyes would always shift back to Paige. Paige slightly noticed Nicki’s missteps as they all might have fumbled slightly only to regain and more than make up for where they had made a mistake. She caught the glances her way, and they did little to steady her nerves and Paige was wondering if it was playing in front of that many people or what it Nicki causing the uneasiness. By the time their performance ended Paige was far more nervous than she had been at the onset of the performance, even if she had played great and so had the rest. She managed to keep her eyes down as she excited the stage and great fully taking the bottled water that was handed to her. After draining the bottle and then one more she spotted a few out back taking a smoke. It wasn’t something that she generally did unless to steady her nerves and why she needed her nerves steadied she didn’t know and thought on it as she lit up inhaling the smoke slowly. Nicki did a little jump for joy as she left the stage, not realizing she was in view of the crowd. She was just so happy, she really didn't think about it, well, not till her Bass came down a short moment after she did, and smacked into her hips with a thud. With a whimper, she heard the crowd laugh and aw at the same time. Turning red, she grabbed the offered cup of lemonade, she had made sure to tell the techs she'd need lemonade instead of water. She watched Paige go out to smoke. A pout took over her face, she had never been one for smoking, but that was mainly because her being the singer. Taking her Bass and putting it away in its case, she downed the lemonade. Hmm, with Paige out smoking, she could test something... They had a while before she could tell them about being invited to the green room party later. Walking up to a tech, she asked him something, something about a girl and a locked room down the hall. She glanced at Paige again... She really didn't want to mess things up with Paige or the band... So experimental measures were needed. When the tech walked off to do as she asked, she headed off to the locked room she mentioned to him, well, it wasn't locked yet. Paige stubbed out the last of her cigarette as Deny and Zach came over to ask where Nicki was. “I don’t know guys haven’t seen her since we performed.” It wasn’t like Nicki to just go missing especially when she had been so excited about some news earlier. “Besides Deny she’s a big girl now I think she might be able to take care of herself.” The band they were opening for were getting ready to play, so Paige found a spot where she could watch. Paige found herself lost in the music as soon as the band began. They were good, no they were great. Maybe one day her own band would make it and all of their dreams come true. Nicki came back, a little more than disappointed. Passing the others, she made her way to the dressing room her and Paige had. She went to find her suitcase, finding an oversized T-shirt. Putting it on, she made her way back out to them. She gets her eyes averted from Paige, a sense of sadness around her... Her experiment had gone wrong... It didn't giver her the results she wanted. Leaning her head on Deny's shoulder, she sighed. Now she didn't know what to do... With her head tilted, there was a hickey visible. One arm wrapping around Deny's arm, he could tell his little sister was distressed. She actually looked drained of energy, very unlike Nicki. "Oh. After this, they invited us to hang with them. No fans, no bodyguards... Just us and them." She tried to give them a smile, but she was just too confused with her emotions. The show was over and nothing left for Paige to do other than gather her things from the dressing room. She didn’t know what was next on the agenda. Gathering her guitars case and rolling her bag behind her, she joined up with the rest of the group, the hickey on Nicki’s neck visible. Paige diverted her eyes past her friend not really caring for the love bite. She didn’t look down on them, but they weren’t her thing. “So I guess we enjoyed our self didn’t we?” Paige asked trying her best at a smile. She noticed Paige avoiding looking at her some... She felt even worse. There must be a hickey from the girl she'd sent the tech after. "Uh... yea. Uhm, you two go ahead, I think I'll help Deny with the drums." Without giving Zach and Paige a chance to say anything, she ran off. Pulling Deny around a corner, she looked at him, her eyes going misty. "Deny... I... like a girl... I wanted to see if it was just her or all girls..." She looked down, knowing he'd realize what she meant... with the hickey and the disappearing as clues. Biting her lip, she looked up at him... "I just. Stood there, while the girl kissed me, while she bit my neck... I. I just didn't want her... She was hot... but." Devy gave a small, helpful smile. "But she wasn't Paige? Yea... Maybe it's not just like?" With that he pulled her into a hug. "You two have been friends for quite a while. I am surprised this hasn't come up sooner... You know... I think I know why you did it... You didn't just want to go for Paige, her reject you, and that hurt you both and the band..." Nodding into his hug, she sighed. She sometimes hated how Deny knew her, but right now it was a good thing. It was a bit surprising he knew it was Paige, but now she wondered if Deny and Zach talked about Paige and herself, since they always pulled away and talked. Tightening the hug, she gave a small, sad laugh. "Do you think Paige will hate me when I tell her this?" Her smile became happy as he shook his head. Paige stood there with Zach the two of them looking dumbfounded. “What in the hell?” Paige asked herself out loud. “I guess it’s just the two of us, Zach. Feel like partying like rock stars?” She asked a smile crossing her lips. “I don’t think we get a choice.” The only words she had heard the man speak all night, in his monotone voice. But it had gotten a laugh out of Paige, one that continued as she grabbed his hand and led the way. Paige took the only open seat available, the arm of Zach’s chair. She didn’t object when he moved her to his lap besides it was just Zach and it meant nothing. The conversation was lively as they all joked around and becoming livelier as the drinks flowed. The only thing that could have made it better for Paige was if Nicki had been there and bubbly as she usually was. After a little while, Nicki and Deny joined them. She seemed much happier, even so much as to seem like she'd just got the best news ever. She paused for a second, seeing Paige sitting in Zach's lap. When Deny gave her a little push, she grinned at him. She looked around, trying to think." Hey Paige... I wanna talk to you... I have a few ideas that I'd like to run by you... Furthermore, I kinda want to get you to sing a little more." She gave her a cute look, which was kind of ruined by the wink that followed. The nervous fidgeting with her hands, as though she were trying to pluck at the strings of an imaginary bass, gave clue to her having something a little bigger to talk about. Accepting the drink Deny offered her, she sniffed it. A light beer... she shrugged, not fond of beer, but she would drink it anyway. Taking a sip of it, her right eye twitched a bit. She held her free hand out to Paige, an offer to help her up from Zach's lap. She hoped this ended well, if not with the perfect response... Furthermore, she just didn't want Paige to hate or be mad at her. Paige looked at Nicki’s hand a moment as if it were a foreign object. Something weird was going on first the singing thing and then the hand. Paige wasn’t big on the whole vocalist thing not that she couldn’t sing it just way out of her comfort zone. She finally offered a smile and took the hand. “Come on let’s get you something else to drink.” She whispered to Nicki knowing she didn’t like beer. “Besides I think there was some left in that bottle of wine wasn’t it?” She asked with a little laugh. Paige didn’t hate Nicki, yeah the hickey had stung slightly. Yet, there was one thing she had learned along the way you couldn’t force people to feel things they didn’t. “Can I ask why you feel the need for me to sing more?” She asked when safely out of earshot. She had passed the drink back to Deny as Paige took her hand. Furthermore, she thought of how to talk to her as they moved away. "Yea, I think there was." She gave her a playful smile, the wine would be a nice help. She wondered if there was more than just that one bottle. A small shake of her head to bring her back to what Paige was saying, she blushed a bit. "Well... for one, our songs are more powerful with both of us singing... second off... it..." She kind of looked away a bit. "Would mean that we could practice the songs together more." She nibbled her lip a bit. "I mean, if you don't want to, that is fine... sing more I mean." She brought a hand up, rubbing her neck over the hickey, a small wince at the tingling from the sensitive skin. Suddenly, she looked distracted and a little sad... "I... I'm sorry... I saw that it bothered you when you saw it..." She looked at her, a serious look. "I didn't do anything..." She really didn't want Paige to think she would actually go and do something random like that. Hand rubbing at her face, she sighed. "I just wanted to see why I felt this way... I didn't understand it, I hate not knowing what is going on with me..." Nicki was kind of rambling, a show of nervousness. "I just... needed... to know if I really liked yo-..." She stopped herself, fear of what Paige would say making her thoughts swim. Paige gave a funny look as the sentence dropped off. “You like who Nicki?” Maybe Nicki was into Zach or something, there could be a million different people that anyone of them could have been into. At least Zach was someone Paige trusted, and it made sense that Nicki would want her out of his lap.“Ok, I’m pretty sure you are going to tell me that your into Zach or someone, but Nicki…” Paige stopped worked up her nerve the best way she could and kissed Nicki. Her own lips trembling against her best friends, and it probably wasn’t the best move, but it did feel good. Pulling back she let a long breath out.“I’m sorry. I know that I shouldn’t have done that. I really don’t want to screw things up with you or the band but…look I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” Paige turned and bolted into the open bathroom. Her eyes widened a bit as Paige said she thought Nicki liked Zach... but they went as wide as they could when the other leaned in and kissed her. She watched Paige pull away and run to the bathroom... She just stood there for a moment, mouth falling open in the start of saying something. A few tears welled in her eyes... She couldn't tell if they were tears of joy from finding out that Paige liked her, or if they were tears of frustration at having done what she did by going off with that fan instead of just telling Paige. As they started to slip down her cheeks, she started laughing. Following Paige's path to the bathroom, she couldn't stop laughing, so she just tried to restrain to giggles. "Paige... Paige, come here, please." She spoke through giggles... "It is you. I like you... Not Zach... and its not just girls, I like you." She didn't enter the bathroom, wanting to give Paige her space. She just leaned against the wall. Paige leaned her head against the coolness of the walls, regaining her composure. “I’m glad you find this all funny.” She muttered knowing she couldn’t be mad at Nicki, she hadn’t told her to kiss her. Why had she just kissed Nicki, she asked herself again for the millionth time in the last moment? Had she heard the latter right, Nicki liked her and not Zach? It was a little difficult especially through the giggles. Paige finally worked up on her nerve to come out keeping her eyes on the ground. “I don’t go around kissing every girl, and I’m not attracted to every girl.” A fling with another woman sometimes did happen but other than the physical aspects of it she had never been emotionally indebted so it was in its own a new chartered territory. Her laughter subsided, mostly, shaky smiles hiding laughter would appear sometimes... "Paige. I... After the show I went off to experiment with something..." She looked up at the ceiling. "I found a fan who would help me... I was trying to see if I was attracted to girls..." She slid to a sit, now looking up at Paige. "We were in a locked room... I tried kissing her, but it felt weird... She was aggressive, really... She kissed me, pinned me against the wall. Furthermore, she bit and sucked on my neck... but I didn't like it." She played with the ring on her right hand." I don't like girls... not attracted to them at all... but..." She reached up, trying to take Paige's hand, if the other would let her. "I want you... It feels weird when you are with someone else... it made me feel happy... and horny," she said horny quietly, as it felt weird to say it aloud," when ever you would come over and just us two would practice... It feels like that when we play on stage..." She nibbled her lip, waiting to see what she said. It made sense the whole thing did really. “You mean you have a girl crush? I don’t mean it to sound bad, and I think it happens to everyone, Nicki.” Paige felt bad Nicki had just experienced something that had made her feel awful, and then she had been just the same. Paige didn’t want a commitment and by no means expected Nicki to give her one. “You know what Nicki, I think we should take things slow and explore just to see where we both stand.” It was strange hearing Nicki talk about it and Paige was definitely interested in her, but there would be nothing worse than the two rushing everything. If things didn’t work out then where would that leave them?“I don’t expect you to do anything that you don’t want to. When you’re ready you will let me know, huh? Besides, there isn’t anything wrong with experimentation.” Paige offered a smile at the last comment then went on to tease. “So she was hot, huh?”

Paranoid Memories (Zhu Que & Camie Calamity)|rating:4.0

Hentai High IC (Sayama's Class)

(Introduction!Monday, April 1, 2014Calendar ((Click)Clubs Currently on the roster. PM for Requests Monday: Cooking (In Panama's Class)Tuesday: Kendo (In the Gym)Wednesday: Foreign Language Clubs (Pick One, Classroom currently Unspecified), Take Club (In Panama's Class)Thursday: Basketball (In the Gym)Friday: Art Saturday: Swimming (In the Pool), Gymnastics (In the Gym)Daily: Student Council (Has its own classroom), Salami Examiner (Newspaper Club, in the Journalism Classroom. They also function as Yearbook Club). Daily Attendance not Compulsory, though the Student Council does call Compulsory meetings from time to time. Class ScheduleYagami High is a fictional school in northern Japan that starts at 8:30 and ends at 3:00 There are 6 1 hour periods with a 30-minute lunch between 3 and 4. First Period is Homeroom in which “To ban” (Attendance, announcements, etc.) are covered. The other classes are as follows:Monday Wednesday Friday2nd-Art3rd-Social Studies/Civics4th-Music5th-Health and Wellness6th-EnglishTuesday Thursday Saturday2nd-Home Economics3rd-Math4th-Science5th-Physical Education6th-GeographyFirst order of business for To ban is the introduction of the new student. Akira Takeda is a new student, ushered into the first year classrooms and bidden to introduce himself.“Hi, he said. I’m Akira Takeda. I’m kind of athletic though I am not picky which sport. Furthermore, I like to read, do Kendo, things like that.” His cool cobalt eyes scanned the crowd. How did he get so many girls in the class? He gulped.“I-I um… Well, I’m a military kid, and we move around a lot, but dad’s retiring so we’re probably going to settle down here. I don’t usually get this talkative with introductions so consider yourself lucky.” He went to take his seat, then thrust a finger up into the air.“Oh and video games, I like those too!” Mechanical stuff, DO NOT POST DICE ROLLS HERE, POST THEM IN THE DICES THREAD Characters may attempt to gain the attention of Akira-San by impressing him with your knowledge (Skill, difficulty 5), involving him in an accident (Luck, Difficulty 5) or passing him a note asking to go out (Allure, difficulty 6). Whenever you make a roll, I'll tell you who all succeeded in IOC and allow each character to individually narrate their specific results based on whether they succeed or fail. As always if you have a different idea for how to impress him, shoot. If I like it, you may get a hidden bonus. Also since we're using VP for everyone, characters may attempt conflict rolls against each other to improve their VP vs each other. In addition to the above rolls, anyone may disrupt the roll of another with a Conflict roll, They take -1 to gain the attention of Akira in order to cause their opposition -2 to their own roll. Name:Hank IkezawaAge:17Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Violet (Vulnerable, Fade Away, Scaredy-cat, Er....... Standing Out), Take (Cosplay Enthusiast, Doujinshi Enthusiast)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Tagged:Open Location:Panama's ClassHanako sat calmly in her seat as usual. That calm demeanor was slowly being chewed at when Panama-Sensei brought a new student up to the front to introduce himself. The meek girl couldn't help but feel slightly attracted to him. As Akira took his seat, her flustered nature was starting to get to her. Hank accidentally slipped out if her chair, several of her pencils and papers following with her. (SayamaAge:45Description:Image Provided, 35B-24-35Archetypes:Sensei-Chan (Desperately Single, Get Wasted, Scolding), Cuckoo lander (Non Sequitur), Universal (Sweet Tooth, Good Cook)Strong Point:Conflict Weak Point:Luck Victory Points:Zilch Tagged:Open Location:Panama's ClassHaruki was just about to write some assignment on the board Hah! The klutz she thought probably tore up another desk fawning over Akira. He sure is cute though with his shaggy brown hair and trim but wiry body. I'd take him any day of the week. Sayama looked around as if not much had happened that was worthy of her attentions." Aah yes well, I know this is home room and all, but Hank, since you like falling down so much could you tell me the tallest known mountain in the man observed universe to fall from?" Character sheets and Tagging It turns out when I write character sheets, they include tags on them so for the purpose of convenience (especially where people are separated) perhaps we could use them ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:0Tagged:Open Location:openSUSE was sat off to one side, about one seat up from the back of the class, her pencil writing things with her designs for new Dioramas for the sweet shop her parents owned, and she worked at after school. She gave a sweet smile at Akira who was just introduced, her blush deepening when she realized she had started to draw him in her diorama design, which she quickly started erasing. When she noticed Akira sitting nearby she waved at him, nice and friendly like. "B-Bonjour Takeda-san" She said softly, her voice gentle and sweet. Name:Kashmir NatsukoAge:18 *(Was held back due to injury, was injured due to incautious actions)Description:34B-28-34. Netsuke, on the surface, seems to be one part Yamato Radishes and one part country farmer's daughter. This goes completely to pot if she's not being dressed by somebody else, because her favorite outfits are her lucky jacket and sweats, a slightly oversized girl's uniform, and not much else. On the other hand, there has to be a reason she keeps her hair long (ish). Archetypes:Pervert (Panty Thief), Bakugo (Boyish Charm, Down and Dirty, Now it's On!) (Athletic, Good Cook)Strong Point:Skill Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Goose Eggs Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class The thing that Netsuke like the best about Panama-sensei was that even when it wasn't the right day for Kendo (or Basketball, or Gymnastics), she didn't say a single blessed thing about her being in sweats instead of the school uniform. Okay, most of the teachers didn't, but most of them weren't as interesting as Panama-sensei. Like that question. No clue what the answer was, but it sounded funny. More importantly, it probably certainly gave Netsuke a perfect chance to go and pass a little letter to the new guy. (SayamaAge:45Description:Image Provided, 35B-24-35Archetypes:Sensei-Chan (Desperately Single, Get Wasted, Scolding), Cuckoo lander (Non Sequitur), Universal (Sweet Tooth, Good Cook)Strong Point:Conflict Weak Point:Luck Victory Points:Zilch Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class The teacher went on about her business while the process of To ban was being carried on by her students. She normally would not pay any heed to the rustling of paper, but she did just happen to look up and catch an arm being stretched across an aisle. Like a ninja she went down the aisle. That is to say if a ninja walked rather loudly in high-heeled pumps. Still the smitten Kashmir barely noticed anything amiss as a ruler came to rest softly on the crux of the girl's arm, an indication that it could have come down hard"Ahem! Passing notes? I think I'll have that"she said, extending a hand. When the note was handed over Haruki went to the front of the room. She opened the note. She read the note. It was a simple little affair, asking Akira to go to the arcade later. Panama knew he wouldn't because Kendo club was on today, but he might have decided to go another day."~Dear Akira~"She began in a sing-song voice, though she did change it up to be more sappy"~I would like to go out on a date with you. I'm so boyish I haven't had a girlfriend in ages, so I'll settle for a guy. Do you want my number?!" Then her expression got blank"See me after class." (Hostname: Akira TakebaAge: 16 Traits: None presently known Strong Point: As a protagonist, if the story calls for him to roll he gets +1 unless a trait gives him more. Tagged: Everyone except Relocation: Panama's ClassRewardsSayama FailedKasumi Failed is Absent. Tsuki STIPEND with a roll of 7 earning 1 VP (Protagonist), 1 for rolling 7+, and 1 for having the highest roll! Hanako Succeeded with a 6 earning 1 Pas Akira made for his desk, he saw that Hank had fallen, so he knelt down to pick her up. They locked eyes momentarily, and Akira glanced down at the resounding cleavage that he had such a convenient angle on. Blushing, he glanced back up at her and mumbled something. He heaved her up but lost his own balance a little bit. This was when Panama had taken the time to note the disturbance in the force." Olympus Mons."he muttered. Having turned to give the teacher a disapproving grin which caused Panama-san to blush, he didn't notice Hank had lost her balance again, sending her forward and nearly toppling him over again. Panama's desk saved him, but left him with the embarrassment of Hank's nipples poking into his own torso. He tried to extricate himself from the mess in a manner that was as delicate as possible. He moved to his seat that was near another large breasted girl. Furthermore, he saw her feverishly erasing something that strongly resembled his own likeness. With a nervous grin he sat down. Akira smiled thinking about the breasts of this Hank girl. The other girl interrupted his thoughts with a greeting he recognized as French. He got a nearly immediate erection"Bonjour no"he said, mistaking the Italian word for French." Me not your name... think?"he continued using words that were basically correct in something like French, but not quite French, and nowhere near the proper endings. The only phrase he could think of was the American song, and he was pretty sure that was asking about sex. Not a good opening line he thought. Another girl on the other side tried to pass him a note, but he looked up at his teacher's deep cleavage by accident as she loomed over to take the note. He looked away but thought she did a pretty good job staying in shape. Akira had been told by one of the boys from Kendo this morning (Die I think?) that she was well into her forties, but did jogs and sometimes practiced Kendo or Fencing to keep in shape. He shook his head to clear the thoughts. Then she did the unthinkable and went up to read the note. It was too embarrassing. Akira grew beet red at the cheesy questioning. He hoped that Kabuki-san was lying. As the girl was ordered to see the teacher after class, Akira could only pass along an expression of exasperation at the indiscretion of the teacher. It did not convey any particular interest in dating, nor did it deny the possibility. ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:Open Location:Opens Akira responded she blushed deeply. "O-oh, My name is umm Mitsuki Beauty." She said in almost a whisper. She continued to draw the Diorama, the scene turning out to look like a beautiful girl holding a Lilly blossom on a gazebo that was on a lake. "Mm Maybe I should put a knight on the shore." She mumbled, looking at her drawing. "Maybe I could make the lake out of blue taffy." She continued to mumble, stopping her drawing only when the teacher spoke something about the class and writing notes. AFTER CLASS POST(Everyone else should hold off until Regale responds)(SayamaAge:45Description:Image Provided, 35B-24-35Archetypes:Sensei-Chan (Desperately Single, Get Wasted, Scolding), Cuckoo lander (Non Sequitur), Universal (Sweet Tooth, Good Cook)Strong Point:Conflict Weak Point:Luck Victory Points:Zilch Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class The rest of class went by pretty much uneventfully. There were a few people that seemed caught between wanting to see Ski get berated, but her cold glances had them out of the room in short order." I'm sorry I lied about the note, but I think that there needs to be some sense of order and organization. I empathize with your attraction to Akira-San, but I only ask that you refrain from passing notes in class. That's what lockers are for." Name:Kashmir NatsukoAge:18 *(Was held back due to injury, was injured due to incautious actions)Description:34B-28-34. Netsuke, on the surface, seems to be one part Yamato Radishes and one part country farmer's daughter. This goes completely to pot if she's not being dressed by somebody else, because her favorite outfits are her lucky jacket and sweats, a slightly oversized girl's uniform, and not much else. On the other hand, there has to be a reason she keeps her hair long (ish). Archetypes:Pervert (Panty Thief), Bakugo (Boyish Charm, Down and Dirty, Now it's On!) (Athletic, Good Cook)Strong Point:Skill Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Goose Eggs Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class, but after class! Natsuki nods and takes in Panama-sensei's words. "Sorry for jumping the gun, sensei. I'll make an effort to make sure that I don't disrupt your class again! And I guess I should also apologize to the new kid too, right? At the lockers, right sensei?" Perhaps that was a little cheeky, but she also went out if her way to show that she didn't mean too much by it, by apologizing. "Sorry, guess that's kinda a bad joke to make. Guess it's a habit of mine." 2nd Period: Crack A Few Eggs(SayamaAge:45Description:Image Provided, 35B-24-35Archetypes:Sensei-Chan (Desperately Single, Get Wasted, Scolding), Cuckoo lander (Non Sequitur), Universal (Sweet Tooth, Good Cook)Strong Point:Conflict Weak Point:Luck Victory Points:1 (Kashmir)Tagged:Open Location:Panama's ClassSayama-Chan smiled at Katsuki's reaction to her chiding. If it could be called that. She was often criticized for being too soft on people who passed notes or did that sort of thing. Panama looked at the board. She drew a cutesy little egg thing on it as well as a frying pan. She had bought supplies for Omelets the previous night as well as generic things students might want to try. Bulk Stores were wonderful for this sort of thing. There were things in there she couldn't identify because she didn't know how to translate them into Japanese. People were trickling back in." Akira-san would you pass these out?"she asked, eager to have the new kid be a proactive member of the class. Sayama didn't even have to look at the handout-which was an omelet recipe-to explain it.“The only ingredients required are eggs, milk, butter, and salt or pepper to taste. You’ve been given instructions. The good thing about omelets is that you can throw in most anything you like, and they’re still good. You all have the entire refrigerator at your disposal. I will be restocking it this evening anyway.” Mechanical Stuff, Same Drill, Dices thread, etc. Making the basic omelet is Skill Difficulty 4. Making a fancy omelet is Difficulty 5. Making one using exotic or unusual ingredients is Luck Difficulty 6. Success will allow 1 VP (Akira or Panama) Hidden bonuses apply ;D ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Classes 2nd period began Ski was a bit more comfortable, cooking class was always her favorite part of any day, granted she was only average at cooking, she still liked to do so. "Mm Omelets?" She thought a few moments, before getting down to cooking the yummy egg thing. While yes, she did use the basic ingredients required, she tried to flare it by adding Ham, Peppers, a few onions, tomato, and season salt to make it fancy. She was focused on her task for sure. Name:Hank IkezawaAge:17Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Violet (Vulnerable, Fade Away, Scaredy-cat, Er....... Standing Out), Take (Cosplay Enthusiast, Doujinshi Enthusiast)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Protagonist (1), Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class After she fell, Hank was surprised to find Akira helping her up from the floor. As the meek girl briefly locked eyes with him, a small blush formed on her face, her blush growing as he looked briefly at her large breasts. She then got up with Akira's help, though his sudden loss of balance just lead to more chaos. It in turn caused her to lose her balance as well, causing her to almost topple him to the ground. Hank then quickly rushed back to her seat in utter embarrassment. The meek then tried to focus on the rest of class. The next period wasn't really Hank's strong suit, only doing about average in the class. The meek girl would be sticking with the basic recipes as usual. She tried to hide her blush as Asia came around with the hand-outs for the omelet recipe. Hank then quickly retrieved the basic ingredients from the refrigerator, not planning on anything fancy. Hank then just simply followed the recipe, hoping it would turn out right. Name:Kashmir NatsukoAge:18 *(Was held back due to injury, was injured due to incautious actions)Description:34B-28-34. Netsuke, on the surface, seems to be one part Yamato Radishes and one part country farmer's daughter. This goes completely to pot if she's not being dressed by somebody else, because her favorite outfits are her lucky jacket and sweats, a slightly oversized girl's uniform, and not much else. On the other hand, there has to be a reason she keeps her hair long (ish). Archetypes:Pervert (Panty Thief), Bakugo (Boyish Charm, Down and Dirty, Now it's On!) (Athletic, Good Cook)Strong Point:Skill Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Goose Eggs Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class, but cooking! Very, very, very few people knew this, but Netsuke was actually a pretty good cook. She just normally doesn't feel the need to impress herself with her own cooking. Netsuke, generally was the only audience she had for her cooking, strangely enough. But, hey, it was omelets. She could make a basic omelet with one hand tied behind her back. She could make the fancier omelets that the one foreign exchange student that lived two floors up and one door down, with an eye closed. But she wasn't, because Netsuke was like, 90% certain that the omelet in question involved alcohol, and thus was something that she'd get in trouble for making. So, instead, she's going to make something a different kind of fancy. She was going Mediterranean. Or whatever the region was called. At least she thought that those ingredients up there were the right kind. If not, improvise, improvise.... And don't use that jell-o looking stuff. Was that some kind of trick by Panama-sensei? To see who'd try it? Cut Scene!(SayamaAge:45Description:Image Provided, 35B-24-35Archetypes:Sensei-Chan (Desperately Single, Get Wasted, Scolding), Cuckoo lander (Non Sequitur), Universal (Sweet Tooth, Good Cook)Strong Point:Conflict Weak Point:Luck Victory Points:1 (Kashmir)Tagged:Open Location:Panama's ClassSayama-sensei had bought a tube of material. She had squeezed a few little cups of it out and added Vodka to spice things up, maybe encourage a little alcohol use on the side, under the radar. Though putting the shots in the fridge had indeed been underhanded on her part, it didn't have to go completely to waste. Panama-san being of legal age, went to the fridge and took two of the things out of the fridge. She drank one"Wow this shit is really kicking my ass..."she muttered under her breath. Instantly her feet began to wobble. As she moved between various hot plates on the rows of tables, Haruki tripped on a bookbag. Though she was saved by landing chest first into Akira's shoulder, the second cup was flung into Ski's omelet." I'm shore Akira shan, Thus. E'run be sure to grade humane's om-om-er... ominous?" For those that didn't understand the confusing words of the sensei, the handout said to taste at least 6 omelets and judge for taste, color, and presentation. ResultsHanako Failed with a 3Rin is absent. Tsuki succeeded with a 5, earning 1 VP for either Protagonist or SayamaNatsuko WTFPWN'd with a 9 causing a Special Bonus and 1 VP for either Protagonist or SayamaHaruki succeeded with a 7 causing a Special Bonus, but gains 0 VP for forcing a Cutscene Special Bonus Allure Rolls against Haruki are made at +3 until 5th Period Allure Rolls against everyone else are made at +2 until 5th period ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:Open Location:Panama's ClassTsuki felt pretty good after making her omelet, she hoped others liked it, and gasped when Haruki spilled a glass of questionable liquid into her omelet. "O-Oh. I-its alright. Sensei." She said, rather upset about it, but not being bold enough to tell her off for it. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Haulage:16Description:36-24-36 at 5'2"Archetypes:Genk (Hyper, Morning Person, Sweet Tooth), Domingo (Accident-Prone, Loveable Klutz, Easily Forgiven)Strong Point:+Allure Weak Point; -Luck Victory Points: Tagged: Ski and anyone else Location: Panama's Class"Thank you!" In said, bounding forward to take a fork and taste it. The peppers and extra ingredients made the ditz moan. The flavor was explosive; she turned and hugged Ski. "It's so good! May I have it all?" She eagerly wondered, looking back and forth between the two girls. Name:Hank IkezawaAge:17Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Violet (Vulnerable, Fade Away, Scaredy-cat, Er....... Standing Out), Take (Cosplay Enthusiast, Doujinshi Enthusiast)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Protagonist (1), Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class (cooking)Hank was sad to find that she had burnt her omelet a bit. The meek girl felt a sense of inferiority to the other girls in the surrounding class. As instructed she judged several other's omelets, all better than hers. Hank was just about to finish her assignment by tasting Ski's when s heard the familiar shout of In Aruba. She jumped a bit as the upbeat girl dashed over in the direction of Ski's and her. ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:In, Hank, open Location:Panama's ClassTsuki smiled as she tasted the other girl's Omelets, and nodded to In and Hank. "P-please. I hope it's alright." She said softly, giving the girls a sweet smile. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Haulage:16Description:36-24-36 at 5'2"Archetypes:Genk (Hyper, Morning Person, Sweet Tooth), Domingo (Accident-Prone, Loveable Klutz, Easily Forgiven)Strong Point:+Allure Weak Point; -Luck Victory Points: Tagged: Ski and anyone else Location: Panama's Class"Thank you!" In said, bounding forward to take a fork and taste it. The peppers and extra ingredients made the ditz moan. The flavor was explosive; she turned and hugged Ski. "It's so good! May I have it all?" She eagerly wondered, looking back and forth between the two girls. Name:Hank IkezawaAge:17Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Violet (Vulnerable, Fade Away, Scaredy-cat, Er....... Standing Out), Take (Cosplay Enthusiast, Doujinshi Enthusiast)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Protagonist (1), Tagged:In, TsukiLocation:Panama's Class (cooking)Still caught off guard by In, Hank ended up taking the second bite of Ski's omelet. The grand flavors exploded in her mouth. The meek girl usually didn't like spicy things, but it tasted wonderful to her. "Y-Your omelet is gr-great, Ski." She said. Hank still looked a bit sad due to her minor failure. "I-It's really her d-decision..." Said the meek girl, curious why In kept looking at her. ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:In, Hank, open Location:Panama's Class She nodded at In and Hank. "M-Merci. Ikezawa-San. U-Um if you want. I work at Sweets Du Cain. Over on Main. Y-you could come by. umm, if you wanted to." She said, handing both girls cards with addresses. But she looked at In ADN added. "Y-you can have it, if you want." Lunch: Gumbo Surprise(SayamaAge:45Description:Image Provided, 35B-24-35Archetypes:Sensei-Chan (Desperately Single, Get Wasted, Scolding), Cuckoo lander (Non Sequitur), Universal (Sweet Tooth, Good Cook)Strong Point:Conflict Weak Point:Luck Victory Points:1 (Kashmir)Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Classed period Math went by uneventfully except that Panama had difficulty teaching the complex calculus equations. She had put this off on her arousal from the green liquid incident. In any case, Akira had stashed his gumbo in the refrigerator in a plastic bag. He went to get his lunch and came back to his desk. The lunch wasn't exactly traditional: Gumbo. To Panama-san, the dish smelled wonderful. Still somewhat in a recovery phase."Oh, Akira-Chan that gumbo smells nice? Did you make it yourself?" Akira looked at his teacher's upper torso nervously and quickly averted his eyes"Yes Kabuki-sensei."he said with a gasp." Oh?"she asked, noticing his nervousness and playfully rubbing the folds of her suit jacket. Panama coquettishly wore clothes that would cause arousal to see if she still could do so, like wearing a suit jacket without anything underneath it." Akira-san, it smells wonderful! You should join the cooking club! May I have a bite?"she asked with her mouth hung open as she leaned forward invitingly. Akira nervously raised his chopsticks to her lips and gave her a mouthful of shrimp and onion. Mechanical Stuff, Same Drill, Dices thread, etc. Lunch is a free period in which each character may attempt two rolls. You can use Allure or Conflict to gain VP vs anyone. Using Conflict requires you to beat your opponent's rolls. In addition to gaining VP, Characters may try to get Akira to join their club. Minimum difficulty is 7 to do so (that being Panama's Fudged roll for him joining cooking). But only the highest roll will get him in their club but will still gain VP. You must clearly state whether your roll is for VP or Club Scouting.+3 to Allure Panama still stands+2 to Allure everyone else still stands. Rolling Conflict to reduce an opponent's VP roll by -2 causes a -1 penalty on the character's own VP roll ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:open Location:Lunchroom Ah Lunchtime. The time when Ski. Didn't actually. Eat. Much. No she normally spent her time up in the cooking club's usual room, or the home EC room, this time she was in the lunchroom, taking up an entire table mostly to herself off in the corner, as she worked. With something smelled suspiciously. Like chocolate. And Hazelnut. And. Lavender? (2Name: Die Garage: 16 Traits: Horn dog, Wandering Eye, Insecure Strong Point: +1 on any unspecified rolls. Tagged: Ski, Open Location: Cafeteria had really been excited at the prospect of coming back to school seeing all the skirts... legs... Breasts. At the moment Die, a first year, held the distinction of being the best Mendoza at the school, performing last year even better than some of the third years at last year's competition. He walked tall with pride as he entered the cafeteria. None would mess with him. They met him with fear as he easily proved his capability at martial arts. Some girls and a boy scurried around him as he gazed across the panorama before him. He saw on the far end, a large breasted girl with whom he decided he wanted to becomeveryfamiliar. He approached her. His palms began to sweat as did his forehead. Die took off the bandana. He moved across from her and sat down. He put his head on his crossed arms, bandana still clutched in his left hand. "That's neat."he said, picking up a piece of the diorama." Hey, I'm Die. You eh... want to go out or something?"he asked. ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:Die, Open Location:Lunchroom When Die approached and sat down she blushed. "O-Oh umm h-hello." She said softly looking at him as he held a rather small piece, it was a man dressed in medieval robes. The scene coming together was a Garden with a male and female piece, in the center was a tower being currently built as the main show. "O-Oh I c-couldn't. I. I work after school. Y-your welcome to stop by if you like.... I mean. If you want to." She said, handing him a simple business card for Sweets Du Cain. "O-Oh, and please be careful with that. He's not quite done yet." Name:Hank IkezawaAge:17Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Violet (Vulnerable, Fade Away, Scaredy-cat, Er....... Standing Out), Take (Cosplay Enthusiast, Doujinshi Enthusiast)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Protagonist (1)Tagged:Akira Location:Panama's Class (Lunchtime)As usual, Hank sat alone at lunch. She had not been the best at making friends to be honest. The meek girl was rarely outgoing in her nature. Today, Hank was up for a difficult task; actually getting a person to join her "Take Club". The meek girl slowly walked up to her "target". As she saw the Salami-Sensei was next to Akira, she hoped her teacher might put in a few good words due to being the club advisor. "Ta-Takeda-kun, c-could I in-interest y-you in joining tithe take c-culture cl-club?......." Hank asked meekly, stuttering it out. (2Name: Die Garage: 16 Traits: Horn dog, Wandering Eye, Insecure Strong Point: +1 on any unspecified rolls. Tagged: Ski, Open Location: Cafeteria"Oh, sorry." Dai said putting the man down"Well, a sweets shop... I suppose I could come in and order a pastry while you're on break or something?" He glanced at a pair of breasts that walked by"So what's all this for, the shop or something?"he asked looking back at her own. (SayamaAge:45Description:Image Provided, 35B-24-35Archetypes:Sensei-Chan (Desperately Single, Get Wasted, Scolding), Cuckoo lander (Non Sequitur), Universal (Sweet Tooth, Good Cook)Strong Point:Conflict Weak Point:Luck Victory Points:1 (Kashmir)Tagged:Open Location:Panama's Class"Yes Akira-San, this is a very good idea! You can join Cooking because it is a school club, but also join Take Club because it is student sponsored!"the teacher exclaimed. Part of the reason that she had accepted Take club in the first place was because she wanted to try to get some cute boys in her classroom more often than a cooking club would do. The fact that she had signed on as an advisor waived the normal requirement for 5 preexisting members. The fact that they were browsing pre-owned manga and anime meant that the club effectively required no budget. It worked out for the school so long as Panama-chan didn't let it get out of hand. As she stood next to the nervous student, Panama felt as if she had to pop her chest out to even compare. She resisted the urge to do so with some great difficulty, and smiled through her ulterior motives"In addition, you can get to know some of your fellow classmates or students from other years that are interested." She gave Hank a gentle rib prodding before changing to English"Maybe you learn some English from subtitles, no?" ("Ski" BeaufoyAge:17Description:Ski is a 5 foot 4 inch tall girl with silky pale Purple hair that trails to her firm little butt that she keeps most often up in a wonderful little ponytail, her eyes are a soft blue, and she is always seen wearing a dark Purple ribbon in her hair with a pink flower hair clip with a pale lavender rhinestone in the middle and two red beads dangling from the clip. Her breast size is a modest C cup, and she weighs about 100 pounds even and tends to be a quiet little wall-flower when she isn't cooking up delicious treats at her parent's sweets shop "Sweets du Cain" She works there after school in her free time and is one responsible for the beautiful candy dioramas that line the walls and window sills of the shop itself. Socially she is quite the introvert and shy to boot, rarely talking to others outside the shop. Archetypes:Shrinking Violet and Half-Foreign (Attributes: Scaredy-cat, Vulnerable, Colorful Cursing, Well Endowed, Quaint Greeting, Sweet Tooth)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:3Tagged:Die, Open Location:Lunchroom"Merci." She said as she continued too work, letting him speak and watch. "W-well kind of, I do these because I enjoy doing them, it makes others happy to see the custom scenes, and sometimes I get commissions from others to make ones just for them." (1Name: Akira TakebaAge: 16 Traits: Gentle, Athletic (Kendo)Strong Point: +1 on any unspecified rolls. Tagged: N/Location: Panama's Class Akira signed the roster of the Take club nervously." Y-yes I think I will join your club."he looked back and forth between the two ladies present. Somehow he got the feeling thy were trying to impress him. Maybe even to allure him. With the way Panama was sticking her chest out, and the way that Hank just kind of... stuck out naturally... Akira wasn't sure if he was supposed to look or not. He decided to avert his eyes, but could not do so nonchalantly, so he looked away nervously again. He heard the door click open and saw Die enter(2Name: Die Garage: 16 Traits: Horn dog, Wandering Eye, Insecure, Athletic (Basketball)Strong Point: +1 on any unspecified rolls. Tagged: N/Location: Cafeteria, then Panama's Class"Tell you what. I think I'll see you this evening." Dai said, putting the card in his pocket. He walked off whistling to himself, wondering what all he could get into. After a few moments wandering the halls, he heard some feminine noise coming from the Home EC room. He peeked through the mini-window and saw Haruki standing awkwardly in a blatant display of her moderate bust toward... That devil Akira! Die resented Akira's natural skill at Kendo. He opened the door and went in"Well, well if it isn't Akira, Champion Mendoza." Dai said. He clearly resented the other boy. Name:Hank IkezawaAge:17Description:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Violet (Vulnerable, Fade Away, Scaredy-cat, Er....... Standing Out), Take (Cosplay Enthusiast, Doujinshi Enthusiast)Strong Point:Allure Weak Point:Conflict Victory Points:Protagonist (1)Tagged:Akira Location:Panama's Class (Lunchtime)Hank was pleased that she had gotten Akira to join her small club. Status didn't exactly look the best due to poor media. The meek girl did notice that the club's new member seemed a bit nervous. "Th-Thank y-you, T-Takeda-san. I in-know a Kendo anime y-you might l-like..." She said, trying to calm him down despite her own meek stuttering. Hank was shocked at the sight of Die Iowa entering the room. He was typical aggressive jock who was obviously a pervert to those not attracted by him. Overall, aggressive jocks similar to Gas just bothered her. Their aggressive actions were always so scary to be around. In her fear, she clung to Akira, her breasts unintentionally brushing against his side.

Hentai High IC (Sayama's Class)|rating:2.0

Star Wars_ Bounty Hunter (Star Wars D20)

(HUNTER The GALACTIC EMPIRE is reeling from the catastrophic loss of the SECOND DEATH STAR and the death of EMPEROR PALATINE. Without Palatine, the Empire has splintered into numerous warring galactic ceremonies vying for supreme control. Meanwhile, the NEW REPUBLIC, led by PRINCESS LEIA BAIL ORGANA, is struggling to fulfill its diplomatic mission to bring peace and prosperity to the galaxy, as remnants of the Empire are constantly sowing social discord and political strife everywhere. With the need for discreet and unconventional methods to eradicate Imperial Warlords, the NEW REPUBLIC has turned to the BOUNTY HUNTER'S GUILD... Tatooine - 5 Bayou find yourselves at the Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall at the lawless Mos Easley Spaceport, waiting for the Guild Master to arrive with this week's bounties. The guildhall is a "P"-shaped building. At the southern end, there is an entrance that leads to a dusty street. Along the western side, there is a long bar that is manned by several server droids. To the northeast, there is a large stage where several dancing girls twirl around steel bars, from time to time exposing themselves to the sound of cheers. Along the northern wall, there are numerous booths where bounty hunters huddle over small tables to discuss leads and share tales and conquests. Prostitutes mingle with the bounty hunter scum, turning tricks out in the open. It's possible for PCs to earn some money turning tricks, too. But you can just as well spend credits at the bar, too.(( Kernel entered the cantina with slight trepidation. Never before had he seen such a hive of scum a- He had to stop that thought process and real quickly to. That just felt like something some old fart would say so he just had to hold it back or else he may start aging before everyone's very eyes. With a small chuckle, laughing at his internal humor, Key simply walked up to the bar, Slipped over his Credit Chit and asked for a stiff one. Soon the man of the hour will be here, and he is not about to waste any time picking a bounty. Best ones are almost first come first served, because the sooner you know who's up for a bounty the more likely you are going to get it, even if you are not the most qualified hunter. Skill matters but just like any cut-throat business so does get ahead and being on time. Early Wombat gets the Blaze Bug, or something like that. Key was never too good at adages. Kel would proceed to lean with his back against the bar, placing his hat onto the table as he began looking over the cantina for whenever the Guild Master arrived or for anyone of interest to enter. He was open for chit-chat, if anyone so wished. He had his ballistic mask off so he can drink from his tankard whenever the bartender decided to give Key the time of day and hand him his drink, so if anyone approached him they could be sure he was a Zebra. Further, they would be able to tell his mood easily. He made himself easily readable at this moment in time, so no one would have to observe him very keenly to tell he was not only having an ok day but was in an approachable mood. His trepidation from before having melted to give way for anticipation. It's been a while since he has been on a job and the man is well and truly anxious to hit the nearest spaceport and find some action. His shooting hand is figuratively twitching, and it's ready to go.... ('Z'Location:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Helmut Key, Open Content:Securing a way out of a service contract. Character Sheet('Z'Level 1 Human Noble/ScroundrelVitality: 8, Wound: 15, Def: 16, Passive: 12; Reputation: +4The countess known as Z is actually a princess. A direct descendant of Emperor Roan Few, who was assassinated and deposed by the Sith Lord Darth Kraft. Z is a human noble, who plies in the trades of being an adventurer, bounty hunter and treasure hunter. What else is a girl to do when she is a princess truly but abate one of a deposed line when her ancestor was betrayed and killed. It's not like an inheritance and dowry was set aside for her. Across the galaxies she is known as the countess Z or just plain Z. Her friends and closes allies know her truly as Princess Maria Few, and know of her legacy as the rightful heir of the empire. Z is human gestalt noble/scoundrel. Politically she has no desire to seek her heritage, for that matter she has maintained a neutral position between all the political positions. She has a soft spot towards the resistance. ABILITIES:STR 13 (+1), DEX 18 (+4), CON 15 (+2), INT 16 (+3), WIS 14 (+2), CIA 17 (+3)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Illicit Barter (+5 Diplomacy barter illicit/illegal contraband), Favor +1, Bonus Skill-Treat Injury 4 (+6)FEATS camp; FEATURES:Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Fame (+3 Reputation), Influence (+2 synergy w/reputation and/or favor checks) SKILLS:Appraise 2 (+5), Astrolabe 2(+5), Bluff 4 (+7), Computer Use 2 (+5), Diplomacy 4 (+7), Disable Device 4 (+8), Entertain 4 (+7), Forgery 4 (+7), Gather Information 4 (+7), Pilot 2 (+6), Sense Motive 4 (+6), Sleight of Hand 4 (+8), Spot 4 (+6)(+0;Blaster Pistol (+4, 3d6 damage, 10m range [10m stun], DC 15 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+1, 1d2 damage);Knife (+1/+4, 1d4 damage, 2m range)DR 0;Def +2;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 0 (+2), Ref 2 (+6), Will 2 (+4)EQUIPMENT:Credit Chip-115 (100), Blaster Pistol (500), Data pad (1000) Data cards blank x 10 (10) Flight Suit (250), Knife (25), Security Kit (750), Tool Kit-Forger's (250) Whether others came into the cantina is beyond 'Z' at the moment. In one of the booths she works hard to secure her place. A bit down on luck and stranded on the planet thanks to a double-cross. She needed to hook up with someone to gain a path off the planet. Less she is turning tricks, not so much for the credit, more from the tedium of boredom. Helmut Key is just the ticket for her to get off the planet. Under the table in the booth on her knees between Helmut's legs. Her head bobbed as she has his cock out and her lush full lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Her mouth drawing in with the suckling suction being applied. While her right hand with her slender fingers of that hand is wrapped around his thick long shaft and slowly jerking him off. As she performs fellatio on him. Her tongue laves under Helmut's cock, just beyond his cock's head. Her gaze peers up towards his belly. The angle and table not allowing her to see toward his face. Which sucked big time, no pun intended as she continues to quite arduously to suck off Helmut in giving him a blowjob. Her gear down the street in the hovel she had rented out and her credit chip. Once she was out of here she could get her gear. But to do that she needed Helmut. Thus, the reason she is on her knees under the table. She needed him to purchase her services. As the bottom of her chin scrapes the top of the collar around her neck. Her fucking former partners had sold her to the cantina for easy coin after she had become drunk in these gods forsaken place and planet. The suit she is in has her bountiful breasts jiggling as they're exposed. The suit is crotch less, none of which bothers her. It's the fact that her former partners after selling her off robbed the cantina and took a significant sum. Her service contract now included she had to pay off what was taken until she worked her freedom. Fuck that, Helmut is going to be her key to getting out of here. (Level 1 Human Finger/ScoutHomeworld: ChandrillaVitality: 11, Wound: 17, Def: 16, Passive: 14Addressing: KAL, Countess. The human spacer known as Helmut Key sat at ease in a booth, his knees slightly parted, with one hand draped along his blaster holster and the other firmly holding the Countess's large right breast as she sucked him off. It used to be that getting head in public made him uncomfortable, but it was an easy thing to get used to after a while. Fucking the Countess was something that he enjoyed doing, and he tried to do it as frequently as he could when he could afford it. He gazed over the Zebra entrant momentarily and gave him a soft wave with his blaster-hand. Helmut knew a lot of people. A lot of people knew Helmut. He was a reliable pilot, and a lot of people weren't. So he had run across the Zebra a few times in the past, dropping him off somewhere or other, or picking him up from wherever. It wasn't a friendship, but they were obliged to be brothers pursuant to the Code." Come 'ere, horn head," Helmut said with a grin, kneading the Countess's tit firmly. Though he wanted to chat with KAL, he didn't want the Countess to stop blowing him. "Haven't seen you in a fair bit." Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Helmut is an expert pilot and crewman aboard the Fallen Lady. He enjoys a close company with the Countess, and can oftentimes be found within her bunk. Though he is a good shot with a blaster pistol, many say that he's too friendly for the profession, and he personally prefers to treat quarries with sympathy.ABILITIES:STR 13 (+1), DEX 18 (+4), CON 17 (+3), INT 16 (+3), WIS 15 (+2), CIA 14 (+2)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Bonus Skill (Tumble)FEATS:Point Blank Shot, Skill Emphasis (Pilot), Spacer, Starship Operation (Star fighter), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Primitive Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons). Skills:Astrolabe 4 (+9), Computer Use 4 (+7), Hide 4 (+8), Listen 4 (+6), Move Silently 4 (+8), Pilot 4 (+13), Repair 4 (+7), Search 4 (+7), Spot 4 (+6), Survival 4 (+6). Languages: Basic, Binary (Droid), Puttees, Jaw Trade, and These.COMBAT:Bad +0;Heavy Blaster Pistol (+4, 3d8 damage, 8m range, DC 18 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+1, 1d2 damage);Def +3;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 2 (+5), Ref 1 (+5), Will 1 (+3)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Electrobinoculars, Flight suit, Median, Heavy Blaster Pistol x2. (Allocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Open Content:Voyeurism Jin had parked herself at the bar with a large drink with a high alcohol content. She knew how droid logic worked and was able to phrase her order just so in order to get the most alcohol for the least amount of credits and not have it taste like something that you would use to strip paint. It wasn’t exactly good, but she could drink it, and it was doing the job of giving her a nice buzz while she waited for the Guild Master to show up. Jin really wanted a bounty, something local and lucrative enough to buy her way off of this rock, or the opportunity to join another crew. Why she chose to leave her ship on a backwater like Tattooing she will never know. At least there was plenty to keep her entertained. Sure there was the stage show, but currently Jin was very much enjoying the sight of a hot woman blowing a man under a table. Jin was only making the barest shred of effort to conceal that she was watching as she nursed her drink, and when the man waved his friend over without letting go of the woman’s tit Jin smiled to herself a little, wondering if the show was about to get even more exciting. (LEHANELocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Air Laval, Open Content:Catching up The redhead slipped onto a stool alongside the female zebra and placed an Imperial medal on the counter, "It's a fake... but not a bad one... the kind your rich parents buy to make you look like a well decorated servant of the Empire" she explained, Air having been just one of the most recent in a long line of colleagues who'd asked the former soldier to appraise whatever Imperial memorabilia that had turned up on jobs, "It'd still earn you a fun night's worth of credits from a gullible Imperial sympathizer, or at least its weight in precious metals from those who'd melt it down and start over." Her eyes catch the display between two of the other hunters that had caught her stablemate's attention, reminding the young woman just how painfully long it had been since she'd fraternized with anyone in that capacity, "Where are you holding up for the night?" DAE'Lay checked, as she waved for some service. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Once a loyal Stormtrooper on her way up the ranks, DAE'Lay found herself momentarily directionless with the murder of the Emperor and the chaos that followed which saw her unit go AWOL. Yet as she still wanted to keep the galaxy safe from (alien/rebel) scum, the redhead soon after found herself becoming a member of the Bounty Hunters' Guild and eventually applying to serve on the Fallen Lady. A flexible if firm leader and seasoned soldier, she's willing to take whatever measures necessary to preserve what little order they can reestablish. Level 1 Human Noble/Soldier Vitality: 13, Wound: 16, Def: 17, Passive: 13; Reputation: +1ABILITIES:STR 15 (+2), DEX 18 (+4), CON 16 (+3), INT 14 (+2), WIS 13 (+1), CIA 17 (+3)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Nonevents camp; FEATURES:Armour Proficiency (Light), Armour Proficiency (Medium), Bonus Class Skill (Spot), Favor +1, Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Heavy Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Vi bro Weapons).SKILLS:Appraise 3 (+5), Astrolabe 2 (+4), Computer Use 2 (+4), Demolitions 3 (+4), Diplomacy 4 (+7), Intimidate 4 (+7), Pilot 2 (+6), Repair 3 (+5), Ride 2 (+6), Sense Motive 4 (+5), Spot 4 (+5), Treat Injury 3 (+4)COMBAT:Bad +1;Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle (+5, 3d8 damage, 30m range [10m stun], DC 20 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+3, 1d2 damage);DR 2;Def +3;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 2 (+5), Ref 1 (+5), Will 2 (+3)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Credit Chip (250 credits), Medical Kit, Morrison Binder Cuffs (x2), Padded Flight suit, Power Pack (x3), Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle, Toolkit (ORN(purple two'led with a ripe young body, tight waist, and full breasts walked slowly around the stage show at a polite distance, not interfering with the men enjoying the show. I was always vaguely bothered by the knowledge that one day I'd be up there, gyrating for random men, pleasing them if they paid my master's fee. Now that I really and truly know that's not my destiny, I'm kind of wistful. Taking note of the crowd, it crossed the young two'led's mind that she'd really made a mistake not showing up fully decked out. She had a blaster on her belt and a vibrodagger in one boot. Any man back home would have left the house wearing the same, and any free woman who chose to protect herself rather than relying on her man. Here, though, she could be wearing her gladiator armor and fibroblast, too, and not looked heavily armored. She saw heavy blaster pistols aplenty, and rifles too. Some of those wearing armor she was pretty sure were part of her new guild, but not all. No, she'd chosen a nice white off the shoulder Tishri that showed off her taut little waist and a short skirt that breathed really well. Her armor and extra weapons--like her extensive collection of tools and her cred stick--were in the room safe at the little hotel she'd taken a room at upon reaching Antoine. Flashing the dancing girls a wistful smile, she made her way up to the ginger human and raven haired Barack. "Mind if I join you, girls?" she inquired, having yet to catch wind of the real show. "My names Ayala ORN." (Level 1 Human Finger/ScoutHomeworld: ChandrillaVitality: 11, Wound: 17, Def: 16, Passive: 14Addressing: Air, Countess. As he waited for KAL to approach, Helmut noticed that Air was staring at him. He smirked a little, and, with a wink in Air's direction, he practically rammed his cock down the Countess's throat. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Helmut is an expert pilot and crewman aboard the Fallen Lady. He enjoys a close company with the Countess, and can oftentimes be found within her bunk. Though he is a good shot with a blaster pistol, many say that he's too friendly for the profession, and he personally prefers to treat quarries with sympathy.ABILITIES:STR 13 (+1), DEX 18 (+4), CON 17 (+3), INT 16 (+3), WIS 15 (+2), CIA 14 (+2)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Bonus Skill (Tumble)FEATS:Point Blank Shot, Skill Emphasis (Pilot), Spacer, Starship Operation (Star fighter), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Primitive Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons). Skills:Astrolabe 4 (+9), Computer Use 4 (+7), Hide 4 (+8), Listen 4 (+6), Move Silently 4 (+8), Pilot 4 (+13), Repair 4 (+7), Search 4 (+7), Spot 4 (+6), Survival 4 (+6). Languages: Basic, Binary (Droid), Puttees, Jaw Trade, and These.COMBAT:Bad +0;Heavy Blaster Pistol (+4, 3d8 damage, 8m range, DC 18 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+1, 1d2 damage);Def +3;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 2 (+5), Ref 1 (+5), Will 1 (+3)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Electrobinoculars, Flight suit, Median, Heavy Blaster Pistol x2. ('Z'Location:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Helmut Key, Open Content:Performing fellatio. Character Sheet('Z'Level 1 Human Noble/ScroundrelVitality: 8, Wound: 15, Def: 16, Passive: 12; Reputation: +4The countess known as Z is actually a princess. A direct descendant of Emperor Roan Few, who was assassinated and deposed by the Sith Lord Darth Kraft. Z is a human noble, who plies in the trades of being an adventurer, bounty hunter and treasure hunter. What else is a girl to do when she is a princess truly but abate one of a deposed line when her ancestor was betrayed and killed. It's not like an inheritance and dowry was set aside for her. Across the galaxies she is known as the countess Z or just plain Z. Her friends and closes allies know her truly as Princess Maria Few, and know of her legacy as the rightful heir of the empire. Z is human gestalt noble/scoundrel. Politically she has no desire to seek her heritage, for that matter she has maintained a neutral position between all the political positions. She has a soft spot towards the resistance. ABILITIES:STR 13 (+1), DEX 18 (+4), CON 15 (+2), INT 16 (+3), WIS 14 (+2), CIA 17 (+3)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Illicit Barter (+5 Diplomacy barter illicit/illegal contraband), Favor +1, Bonus Skill-Treat Injury 4 (+6)FEATS camp; FEATURES:Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Fame (+3 Reputation), Influence (+2 synergy w/reputation and/or favor checks) SKILLS:Appraise 2 (+5), Astrolabe 2(+5), Bluff 4 (+7), Computer Use 2 (+5), Diplomacy 4 (+7), Disable Device 4 (+8), Entertain 4 (+7), Forgery 4 (+7), Gather Information 4 (+7), Pilot 2 (+6), Sense Motive 4 (+6), Sleight of Hand 4 (+8), Spot 4 (+6)(+0;Blaster Pistol (+4, 3d6 damage, 10m range [10m stun], DC 15 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+1, 1d2 damage);Knife (+1/+4, 1d4 damage, 2m range)DR 0;Def +2;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 0 (+2), Ref 2 (+6), Will 2 (+4)EQUIPMENT:Credit Chip-115 (100), Blaster Pistol (500), Data pad (1000) Data cards blank x 10 (10) Flight Suit (250), Knife (25), Security Kit (750), Tool Kit-Forger's (250) 'Z' missed Helmut waving over others. She through does not miss his sudden change as he adjusts with giving a thrust and impaling his cock down her throat. She takes the cock, she wanted him to take up the service contract she found herself under. It is years to work out from it. He could buy it. Of course the one flaw in her plan was that she belong to Helmut and not truly b free. She now notices another has come to the booth. Not who yet, for out of her peripheral vision she catches sight of another pair of legs by the booth from under the table. Tilting her head slightly to accommodate Helmut's cock now deep throating her. She obviously lave her tongue along his thick cock's underside. Teasing the throbbing vein. Of course 'Z' is not a true countess. No she is not, not a noble. She is indeed of noble stock. Instead of a countess she is a princess. An heir in the Few line. (Allocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Helmut, DAE’content:Voyeurism Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Level 1 Zebra Soldier/Tech Specialist Vitality: 13, Wound: 16, Def: 16, Reputation: +0ABILITIES:STR 14 (+2), DEX 17 (+3), CON 16 (+3), INT 18 (+4), WIS 15 (+2), CIA 13 (+1)SPECIAL ABILITIES:+2 Racial Bonus to Fortitude and Williams camp; FEATURES: Armor Proficiency (Light), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Heavy Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Vi bro Weapons), Skill Emphasis (Computer Use)SKILLS:Astrolabe 2 (+6), Computer Use 4 (+11), Craft (Droids) 2 (+6), Demolitions 2 (+6), Disable Device 2 (+6), Knowledge (Streetwise) 2 (+6), Knowledge (Alien Species) 2 (+6), Knowledge (Technology) 4 (+8), Knowledge (Tactics) 2 (+6), Repair 4 (+8), Search 4 (+8), Treat Injury 2 (+4)Languages:Basic, Zebra, Hottest, Binary[Droid]COMBAT:Bad +1; Heavy Blaster (+4, 3d8damage, 20 CRT, 8m range, DC 18 stun, 50 shots);Fibroblast(+3, 2d6+3 damage, 20 CRT);Knife (+3, 1d4 damage);Unarmed (+3, 1d2 damage);Def +3;Unit +3;DR 2SAVES:Fort 2 (+7), Ref 1 (+4), Will 1 (+5)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Data pad, 10 Data cards (blank), Glow Rod, Liquid Cable Dispenser Tool Kit, Knife, Blaster Heavy, Fibroblast, Armored Bodysuit (Equivalent to Helmet camp; Vest), Power Pack, Energy Cell, 45 credits Jin turned her head at the sound of the medal hitting the bar and flashed a grin at DAE’lay, which quickly turned into a disappointed frown once she heard the news. ”Fake? Seriously? That sucks. I know this Botha that really, really hates imps. No offense. Loves to buy imp stuff though, no idea what she does with it. But she’d spot a fake a mile away.” she said, slipping the medal off the bar and tucking it into her jacket pocket. [color]” Well thanks anyway. If you know anyone who will take it I’ll cut you in for half.[/color]She caught Helmut’s wink and returned it before turning on her stool to face her companion, mildly surprised to find a Two’Led girl standing there. Jin shrugs in response to her question and says. ”It's anybody’s bar sweetie. Come for the view?” while waving her hand over toward the under the table fellatio before finally turning to DAE and answering ” I’m in a place over by docking bay 94. It’s cheap and crappy but at least I was able to fix the locks.” (Lethal--Location:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging: Open Content:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Name:Area LetholSpecies: Human Class: Noble/Scout 1Gender: Female Age: 23Height: 1.6 weight: 69kgStr: 13 +1Dex: 16 +3Con: 15 +2Int: 18 +4Wis: 14 +2Cha: 17 +3HP: 10Bab: 0M: 1Ranged:3Initiative: +7 Weapons:Blaster Carbine DMG: 3d8 CRT: 19-20 Range:20m Weight:2.2kg Stun :DC 15Ion gun pistol DMG: 3d6 CRT:20 range: 8m weight 1 kg Stun DC: 15Knife: DMG: 1d4+1 CRT:20 Range: 2m weight: 1 kg Type:Parking size: SMA;;Unarmed: DMG: 1d3+1Defense: 15=10+2+3Fort: 13=10+1+2Reflex: 15=10+2+3Will: 15=10+3+2Reputation: +4 Languages:Basic(R/W)RTL(R/W)Hunters(R/W)Feat:1st:Improved Initiative:+4 to initiative Racial Features:4 extra Skill points at 1st level and 1 extra skill at each level after 1stBonus Feat (Fame)R/w Basic Speak basic Base speed 10 meters Class Features:Noble:Bonus Class Skill: Escape Artist Favor +1Starting Feats:Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols)Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons)Scout:Bonus Feat:Sharp Eyed Starting Feats:Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols)Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles)Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons)Skills:Astrolabe(int): 4=2+2Climb(STR): 3=2+1Computer use(int): 6=2+4Demolition(int): 6=2+4Diplomacy(CIA): 5=2+3Disguise(CIA): 5=2+3Entertain(CIA)(Dance, Drama and Comedy): 6=3+3Escape Artist(DEX): 6=3+3Hide(DEX): 6=3+3Jump(STR): 3=2+1Knowledge(int)(business): 6=2+4Listen(Wis): 4=2+2Move Silently(DEX): 5=2+3Pilot(DEX): 6=3+3Ride(DEX): 5=2+3Search(int): 8=2+4+2Sense Motive(Wis): 6=2+2+2Spot(Wis): 4=2+2Survival(Wis): 4=2+2Swim(STR): 4=2+2Equipment:Field Kit 10kg4 power packs .4kgComlink .1 kg Credit chip .1kg2 liquid cable dispensers .2kgFlight suit 3 kg Fusion Lantern 2 kg Credits Remaining: 50Carrying Capacity:Total Weight Carried: 20kgL: 25KG M: 50KG H: 75KGHistory:Area is the daughter of Media Lethal a successful bounty hunter and hold star. Her mother worked both jobs equally bounty and actress. She did a bunch of bit parts to start out in a variety of hold shows. She started in small parts and bounty hunting on the side. It was in the pursuit of one of her targets she also managed to save a producers' life when the target took hostages. This is when her life would take a turn the Producer offered her an opportunity to combine her talents as a bounty hunter and take advantage of her acting potential as well as he recognized her from some of her other roles. This launched her life as a star and a bounty hunter. Then during a cast party of one of her movies she got a bit more drunk than usual and found herself in the bed with others waking up after an orgy. Then she received news that she was pregnant but unsure who the father was, but she decided it was best to just raise the child on her own. She saw to private tutors to teach her daughter and when she was of age she saw to teaching her acting and the skills to be a bounty hunter. Then she ultimately followed into her mothers footsteps. This time her mother moved on as she got older into producing and was building a company that she would hope one day her daughter would inheritor. Jalrea led her life of star and bounty hunter though despite her mother owning a production company she wanted to start small in acting and her way just like anyone else and also leave her time to balance between her career as an actress and bounty hunter. Though she chose to start at the bottom many were jealous of her connections to her mother. They gave her the most embarrassing roles, that usually involved her getting kidnapped and such playing damsels, but she had to endure pranks after shoots usually left bond and having to escape on her own. Jalrea walked in and made her way to the bar and ordered a drink as she waited for the Guild leader to arrive and see what new jobs are available. She took in many of the activities going on from the dancing to those having a bit of fun in the cantina. Area casually took sips of her beverage as she watched the patrons have sex or watch dancing girls entertain. (LEHANELocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Air Laval, Open Content:Catching up Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Once a loyal Stormtrooper on her way up the ranks, DAE'Lay found herself momentarily directionless with the murder of the Emperor and the chaos that followed which saw her unit go AWOL. Yet as she still wanted to keep the galaxy safe from (alien/rebel) scum, the redhead soon after found herself becoming a member of the Bounty Hunters' Guild and eventually applying to serve on the Fallen Lady. A flexible if firm leader and seasoned soldier, she's willing to take whatever measures necessary to preserve what little order they can reestablish. Level 1 Human Noble/Soldier Vitality: 13, Wound: 16, Def: 17, Passive: 13; Reputation: +1ABILITIES:STR 15 (+2), DEX 18 (+4), CON 16 (+3), INT 14 (+2), WIS 13 (+1), CIA 17 (+3)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Nonevents camp; FEATURES:Armour Proficiency (Light), Armour Proficiency (Medium), Bonus Class Skill (Spot), Favor +1, Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Heavy Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Vi bro Weapons).SKILLS:Appraise 3 (+5), Astrolabe 2 (+4), Computer Use 2 (+4), Demolitions 3 (+4), Diplomacy 4 (+7), Intimidate 4 (+7), Pilot 2 (+6), Repair 3 (+5), Ride 2 (+6), Sense Motive 4 (+5), Spot 4 (+5), Treat Injury 3 (+4)COMBAT:Bad +1;Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle (+5, 3d8 damage, 30m range [10m stun], DC 20 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+3, 1d2 damage);DR 2;Def +3;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 2 (+5), Ref 1 (+5), Will 2 (+3)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Credit Chip (250 credits), Medical Kit, Morrison Binder Cuffs (x2), Padded Flight suit, Power Pack (x3), Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle, Toolkit"Have you reconsidered those remote-deactivated detonate charges I suggested for the doors... I mean, as long as you train yourself to always disable them as a force of habit, then you'll never need to worry about them throwing you across the room when you stumble back drunk" she smiled, although understanding that many lacked the well-drilled compulsiveness to avoid their own home defense measures whilst intoxicated. Raising her hand again, "Chadian rum" she directed to the bartender and watched as Jin talked to the two'led, "What do you want to drink?" she offered, still having a stick full of credits after the last job, which was typically the case as she brought all her marks back alive in all but the most unfortunate of cases. (ORN("View?" the young purple girl inquired as she sat down on the stool. Deep amethyst eyes followed Air Laval's gaze, and her cheeks gave a sudden flush. "Oh... Oh, my..." She gave a bit of a giggle and leaned back. "That is quite a view. Do you know who they are? Is she is slave? I bet she really loves showing off her master's manliness somewhere so public." She glanced at the barkeep, fishing for a bit of hard cred. "Cola with a shot of rum for me, please." (X Tradesman Bounty HunterHomeworld: TrandoshaVitality: ?, Wound: ?, Def: ?, Passive: ? A tall male lizard humanoid entered the guildhall, and with his entrance, there came a hush that rippled through the raucous, raunchy festivities. This was Boss, a legendary Tradesman bounty hunter and the Master of this Guild. The latter position used to belong to his father, but it is said that Boss took control of the guild after killing and devouring the older Tradesman. Now, Boss glared at the other bounty hunters, grabbed a chair with a taloned hand, and dragged it towards the center of the room. There, he stood up on it and looked down at his guild fellows with contempt." Thingssss have changed," the scaled bounty hunter said. "The Empire issues no longer paying the credits it once wasps, so it'SSS time for USSS to look for other clients." Here, he pointed to a cloaked figure, who made a soft gesture of greeting before uncovering her head. (BEY Level X Human A-Wing Fighter PilotHomeworld: CorelliaVitality: ?, Wound: ?, Def: ?, Passive: ? The woman disrobed and revealed herself to be a dark-haired human female. She wore a flight suit, and bore the emblems of the New Republic on her soft epaulets. She looked over the assembly and nodded." Right," she started, stepping forward to introduce herself. "Name's Share Bey, and I'm with the New Republic. I've been sent by High Command to wrest control of the Outer Rim from the Galactic Empire. I got work, I got credits, but I don't get help. Tattooing is ground zero, step one in a hundred-step plan." The job is simple enough. We are contracting bounty hunters to exterminate Imps. And we start here in Mos Easley, at the nearby garrison. The pay is 3,000 per head. Who's in?" (X Tradesman Bounty HunterHomeworld: TrandoshaVitality: ?, Wound: ?, Def: ?, Passive: ?" And who'sass not?" the giant lizard asked, leveling an enormous blaster rifle's barrel towards the assembled bounty hunters. (Allocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:DAE’lay, Ayala, BosskContent:Sass Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Level 1 Zebra Soldier/Tech Specialist Vitality: 13, Wound: 16, Def: 16, Reputation: +0ABILITIES:STR 14 (+2), DEX 17 (+3), CON 16 (+3), INT 18 (+4), WIS 15 (+2), CIA 13 (+1)SPECIAL ABILITIES:+2 Racial Bonus to Fortitude and Williams camp; FEATURES: Armor Proficiency (Light), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Heavy Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Vi bro Weapons), Skill Emphasis (Computer Use)SKILLS:Astrolabe 2 (+6), Computer Use 4 (+11), Craft (Droids) 2 (+6), Demolitions 2 (+6), Disable Device 2 (+6), Knowledge (Streetwise) 2 (+6), Knowledge (Alien Species) 2 (+6), Knowledge (Technology) 4 (+8), Knowledge (Tactics) 2 (+6), Repair 4 (+8), Search 4 (+8), Treat Injury 2 (+4)Languages:Basic, Zebra, Hottest, Binary[Droid]COMBAT:Bad +1; Heavy Blaster (+4, 3d8damage, 20 CRT, 8m range, DC 18 stun, 50 shots);Fibroblast(+3, 2d6+3 damage, 20 CRT);Knife (+3, 1d4 damage);Unarmed (+3, 1d2 damage);Def +3;Unit +3;DR 2SAVES:Fort 2 (+7), Ref 1 (+4), Will 1 (+5)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Data pad, 10 Data cards (blank), Glow Rod, Liquid Cable Dispenser Tool Kit, Knife, Blaster Heavy, Fibroblast, Armored Bodysuit (Equivalent to Helmet camp; Vest), Power Pack, Energy Cell, 45 credits Jin blinked and shook her head at her redheaded companion. "No, because I'm not completely insane unlike some people." she said jovially. "A good lock and a handy weapon are all I've ever needed. If I had to get something I'd want a Droid." Turning to Ayala she grinned. "I've seen at least one of them around, not sure if the details of their arrangement. She's really going at it, isn't she? No shame at all, I envy her." And then the Guild Master walked in with his surprise guest. An Emissary from the Republic was a bit of a surprise, anyone paying any kind of attention knew that the imps were on their way out, but she was paying what appeared to be too dollar. They must want Tattooing cleared out bad. When Boss started swinging his gun around Jin leans close to DAE'lay and whispered Trandoshans are such drama queens." into her ear before perking up and calling out to the Guild Master. "Two things boss. One, how are we claiming our kills? I don't want to miss my payday because I forgot to get enough ears or whatever. Two, where are we at on salvage rights?" (X Tradesman Bounty HunterHomeworld: TrandoshaVitality: ?, Wound: ?, Def: ?, Passive: ? Bossk seemed amused by the Zebra female's questions. He chuckled, but to humans it sounded like a deep gurgle in the back of his throat. It was unnerving. Even Share Bey seemed a bit uncomfortable standing next to him just then, because it sounded like Boss was about to vomit something." Claim illness the old way," he said. The old way was to bring him their heads. But the second question seemed to annoy the Tradesman a little. As far as he knew, everything salvageable belonged to him, and he would be responsible for rewarding those who had killed well. "Exterminate them first, Zebra, and we shall discusses salvage rights if you are still alive," he said, his long tongue flicking out. (Level 1 Human Finger/ScoutHomeworld: ChandrillaVitality: 11, Wound: 17, Def: 16, Passive: 14Addressing: Countess. Helmut was enjoying having the Countess salivating over his long erection, but he, not his dick, visibly stiffened when Boss entered the Guildhall. He peeled the Countess's mouth off of his dick and pulled her up from beneath the table to sit on his exposed lap. He pulled her back to his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist, and hissed in her ear:"That was very good, Countess!" He chuckled. "You are quite skilled at your craft." The pilot wiped the Countess's lips of spit, ensuring that she was presentable for her next client. But he just wanted to make her presentable for Boss and his guest. As he listened to him and the woman, Share Bay, Helmut teased the Countess's swollen pussy clit surreptitiously with his gloved fingers, sometimes kissing her behind her ear. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Helmut is an expert pilot and crewman aboard the Fallen Lady. He enjoys a close company with the Countess, and can oftentimes be found within her bunk. Though he is a good shot with a blaster pistol, many say that he's too friendly for the profession, and he personally prefers to treat quarries with sympathy.ABILITIES:STR 13 (+1), DEX 18 (+4), CON 17 (+3), INT 16 (+3), WIS 15 (+2), CIA 14 (+2)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Bonus Skill (Tumble)FEATS:Point Blank Shot, Skill Emphasis (Pilot), Spacer, Starship Operation (Star fighter), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Primitive Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons). Skills:Astrolabe 4 (+9), Computer Use 4 (+7), Hide 4 (+8), Listen 4 (+6), Move Silently 4 (+8), Pilot 4 (+13), Repair 4 (+7), Search 4 (+7), Spot 4 (+6), Survival 4 (+6). Languages: Basic, Binary (Droid), Puttees, Jaw Trade, and These.COMBAT:Bad +0;Heavy Blaster Pistol (+4, 3d8 damage, 8m range, DC 18 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+1, 1d2 damage);Def +3;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 2 (+5), Ref 1 (+5), Will 1 (+3)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Electrobinoculars, Flight suit, Median, Heavy Blaster Pistol x2. ('Z'Location:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Helmut Key, Open Content:Exposed and fondled while conversing with Helmut. Character Sheet('Z'Level 1 Human Noble/ScroundrelVitality: 8, Wound: 15, Def: 16, Passive: 12; Reputation: +4The countess known as Z is actually a princess. A direct descendant of Emperor Roan Few, who was assassinated and deposed by the Sith Lord Darth Kraft. Z is a human noble, who plies in the trades of being an adventurer, bounty hunter and treasure hunter. What else is a girl to do when she is a princess truly but abate one of a deposed line when her ancestor was betrayed and killed. It's not like an inheritance and dowry was set aside for her. Across the galaxies she is known as the countess Z or just plain Z. Her friends and closes allies know her truly as Princess Maria Few, and know of her legacy as the rightful heir of the empire. Z is human gestalt noble/scoundrel. Politically she has no desire to seek her heritage, for that matter she has maintained a neutral position between all the political positions. She has a soft spot towards the resistance. ABILITIES:STR 13 (+1), DEX 18 (+4), CON 15 (+2), INT 16 (+3), WIS 14 (+2), CIA 17 (+3)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Illicit Barter (+5 Diplomacy barter illicit/illegal contraband), Favor +1, Bonus Skill-Treat Injury 4 (+6)FEATS camp; FEATURES:Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Fame (+3 Reputation), Influence (+2 synergy w/reputation and/or favor checks) SKILLS:Appraise 2 (+5), Astrolabe 2(+5), Bluff 4 (+7), Computer Use 2 (+5), Diplomacy 4 (+7), Disable Device 4 (+8), Entertain 4 (+7), Forgery 4 (+7), Gather Information 4 (+7), Pilot 2 (+6), Sense Motive 4 (+6), Sleight of Hand 4 (+8), Spot 4 (+6)(+0;Blaster Pistol (+4, 3d6 damage, 10m range [10m stun], DC 15 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+1, 1d2 damage);Knife (+1/+4, 1d4 damage, 2m range)DR 0;Def +2;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 0 (+2), Ref 2 (+6), Will 2 (+4)EQUIPMENT:Credit Chip-115 (100), Blaster Pistol (500), Data pad (1000) Data cards blank x 10 (10) Flight Suit (250), Knife (25), Security Kit (750), Tool Kit-Forger's (250) 'Z' might not have seen who had come in at first. But the voice and words spoken told her who had on at least the other. The female x-wing fighter of the new republic she knew not. But like the others she heard the words. As she had Helmut's cock in mouth. Helmut pulls out of her mouth and then reaches down and yanks her up onto his lap. Straddling his ass his still hard cock nestle in the crack of her ass. Her legs splayed open by the positioning Helmut directed. With such his gloved hand would begin teasing her swollen nether lips, fondling her. As his breath caressed against the back of her neck when he speaks and lays kisses behind her ear. She does not care or consider him posturing her and fondling her as to entice Bosses or the unknown female that came in with him. Her concern getting in on this action. The predicament she finds herself in with being stuck in this indentured servitude contract a slave to the cantina sucks right now. Fuck thou it is hard to concentrate with Helmut fondling. It really is turning her on. Her wetness is testament to her arousal growing. Despite this as Helmut again kisses the back of her neck behind the ear." Take me with you, purchase my indenture servitude contract, Helmut." She says softly with a moan escaping her from the assault upon her sex by his fondling. Of course, she is under no illusion, Helmut is opportunistic, and he takes full advantage of it. But at least she gets in on this. This is a big score. (ORN(moved closer on Book's entry, pleasantly surprised to note that the girls she'd approached were addressed by him as well." Republic Credits are the strongest currency on the exchange last I checked," she said with a smirk, hoping she sounded like a bored professional. Truth was, that particular bit of information was second hand at best. "I've been wondering since I joined the Guild, Book, does the Scorekeeper keep a card on anyone who hunts? Or just the Trandoshans?" She flashed the cute fly-girl a smile, "Your money is good with me, Share. Where do we start?" (X Tradesman Bounty HunterHomeworld: TrandoshaVitality: ?, Wound: ?, Def: ?, Passive: ? The giant lizard stared at the pink-skinned Two’led for a moment and briefly considered disintegrating her for her impertinence. He was not accustomed to having rookie bounty hunters addressing him by his egg name. So Boss aimed at Ayala ORN and fingered the trigger. Then he said to Air: ”Get hisses womb rat out of my descent.” (LEHANELocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Air Laval, Open Content:Catching up Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Once a loyal Stormtrooper on her way up the ranks, DAE'Lay found herself momentarily directionless with the murder of the Emperor and the chaos that followed which saw her unit go AWOL. Yet as she still wanted to keep the galaxy safe from (alien/rebel) scum, the redhead soon after found herself becoming a member of the Bounty Hunters' Guild and eventually applying to serve on the Fallen Lady. A flexible if firm leader and seasoned soldier, she's willing to take whatever measures necessary to preserve what little order they can reestablish. Level 1 Human Noble/Soldier Vitality: 13, Wound: 16, Def: 17, Passive: 13; Reputation: +1ABILITIES:STR 15 (+2), DEX 18 (+4), CON 16 (+3), INT 14 (+2), WIS 13 (+1), CIA 17 (+3)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Nonevents camp; FEATURES:Armour Proficiency (Light), Armour Proficiency (Medium), Bonus Class Skill (Spot), Favor +1, Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Heavy Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Vi bro Weapons).SKILLS:Appraise 3 (+5), Astrolabe 2 (+4), Computer Use 2 (+4), Demolitions 3 (+4), Diplomacy 4 (+7), Intimidate 4 (+7), Pilot 2 (+6), Repair 3 (+5), Ride 2 (+6), Sense Motive 4 (+5), Spot 4 (+5), Treat Injury 3 (+4)COMBAT:Bad +1;Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle (+5, 3d8 damage, 30m range [10m stun], DC 20 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+3, 1d2 damage);DR 2;Def +3;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 2 (+5), Ref 1 (+5), Will 2 (+3)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Credit Chip (250 credits), Medical Kit, Morrison Binder Cuffs (x2), Padded Flight suit, Power Pack (x3), Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle, Toolkit Without saying a word, the redhead slipped from her stool and walked up to the New Republic rep, only to spit in the other woman's face once she'd drawn close enough, "That's what I think of your offer, Rebel filth" the woman growled in a manner quite out of fashion for the otherwise orderly Imperial." If anyone wants to claim their first scalp, I'll be waiting outside" she offered to the rest of the guild before strutting out of the cantina confidently, yet the bounty hunter's heart was hammering in her chest as the twin suns began to beat down on her once more. Dae'Lay turned to face the watering hole, readying her blaster before she brought up across her chest, as she continued walking backwards to put distance between herself and the entrance, all the while silently wondering who would take the women up on their respective offers? (Lethal--Location:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging: DAE'lay, OpenContent:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Name:Area LetholSpecies: Human Class: Noble/Scout 1Gender: Female Age: 23Height: 1.6 weight: 69kgStr: 13 +1Dex: 16 +3Con: 15 +2Int: 18 +4Wis: 14 +2Cha: 17 +3HP: 10Bab: 0M: 1Ranged:3Initiative: +7 Weapons:Blaster Carbine DMG: 3d8 CRT: 19-20 Range:20m Weight:2.2kg Stun :DC 15Ion gun pistol DMG: 3d6 CRT:20 range: 8m weight 1 kg Stun DC: 15Knife: DMG: 1d4+1 CRT:20 Range: 2m weight: 1 kg Type:Parking size: SMA;;Unarmed: DMG: 1d3+1Defense: 15=10+2+3Fort: 13=10+1+2Reflex: 15=10+2+3Will: 15=10+3+2Reputation: +4 Languages:Basic(R/W)RTL(R/W)Hunters(R/W)Feat:1st:Improved Initiative:+4 to initiative Racial Features:4 extra Skill points at 1st level and 1 extra skill at each level after 1stBonus Feat (Fame)R/w Basic Speak basic Base speed 10 meters Class Features:Noble:Bonus Class Skill: Escape Artist Favor +1Starting Feats:Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols)Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons)Scout:Bonus Feat:Sharp Eyed Starting Feats:Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols)Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles)Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons)Skills:Astrolabe(int): 4=2+2Climb(STR): 3=2+1Computer use(int): 6=2+4Demolition(int): 6=2+4Diplomacy(CIA): 5=2+3Disguise(CIA): 5=2+3Entertain(CIA)(Dance, Drama and Comedy): 6=3+3Escape Artist(DEX): 6=3+3Hide(DEX): 6=3+3Jump(STR): 3=2+1Knowledge(int)(business): 6=2+4Listen(Wis): 4=2+2Move Silently(DEX): 5=2+3Pilot(DEX): 6=3+3Ride(DEX): 5=2+3Search(int): 8=2+4+2Sense Motive(Wis): 6=2+2+2Spot(Wis): 4=2+2Survival(Wis): 4=2+2Swim(STR): 4=2+2Equipment:Field Kit 10kg4 power packs .4kgComlink .1 kg Credit chip .1kg2 liquid cable dispensers .2kgFlight suit 3 kg Fusion Lantern 2 kg Credits Remaining: 50Carrying Capacity:Total Weight Carried: 20kgL: 25KG M: 50KG H: 75KGHistory:Area is the daughter of Media Lethal a successful bounty hunter and hold star. Her mother worked both jobs equally bounty and actress. She did a bunch of bit parts to start out in a variety of hold shows. She started in small parts and bounty hunting on the side. It was in the pursuit of one of her targets she also managed to save a producers' life when the target took hostages. This is when her life would take a turn the Producer offered her an opportunity to combine her talents as a bounty hunter and take advantage of her acting potential as well as he recognized her from some of her other roles. This launched her life as a star and a bounty hunter. Then during a cast party of one of her movies she got a bit more drunk than usual and found herself in the bed with others waking up after an orgy. Then she received news that she was pregnant but unsure who the father was, but she decided it was best to just raise the child on her own. She saw to private tutors to teach her daughter and when she was of age she saw to teaching her acting and the skills to be a bounty hunter. Then she ultimately followed into her mothers footsteps. This time her mother moved on as she got older into producing and was building a company that she would hope one day her daughter would inheritor. Jalrea led her life of star and bounty hunter though despite her mother owning a production company she wanted to start small in acting and her way just like anyone else and also leave her time to balance between her career as an actress and bounty hunter. Though she chose to start at the bottom many were jealous of her connections to her mother. They gave her the most embarrassing roles, that usually involved her getting kidnapped and such playing damsels, but she had to endure pranks after shoots usually left bond and having to escape on her own. Jalrea Sighed a bit as the scene unfolded as one of the members of the guild shown her disapproval and she got up from her chair and headed for the door. As she cleared the door she put her hands up" Hey don't shoot, I just want to talk. I respect you have your reasons for this but standing between a guild of bounty hunters and lucrative contract might not be so wise. So why don't you and I go find somewhere quiet to lie low before someone takes you up on your offer?" she offered the redheaded women a genuine smile. Diplomacy Roll Roll Result: Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total Comment:Result: 16,Total: 21 (Allocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:DAE’lay, Ayala, JalreaContent:FFS Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Level 1 Zebra Soldier/Tech Specialist Vitality: 13, Wound: 16, Def: 16, Reputation: +0ABILITIES:STR 14 (+2), DEX 17 (+3), CON 16 (+3), INT 18 (+4), WIS 15 (+2), CIA 13 (+1)SPECIAL ABILITIES:+2 Racial Bonus to Fortitude and Williams camp; FEATURES: Armor Proficiency (Light), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Heavy Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Vi bro Weapons), Skill Emphasis (Computer Use)SKILLS:Astrolabe 2 (+6), Computer Use 4 (+11), Craft (Droids) 2 (+6), Demolitions 2 (+6), Disable Device 2 (+6), Knowledge (Streetwise) 2 (+6), Knowledge (Alien Species) 2 (+6), Knowledge (Technology) 4 (+8), Knowledge (Tactics) 2 (+6), Repair 4 (+8), Search 4 (+8), Treat Injury 2 (+4)Languages:Basic, Zebra, Hottest, Binary[Droid]COMBAT:Bad +1; Heavy Blaster (+4, 3d8damage, 20 CRT, 8m range, DC 18 stun, 50 shots);Fibroblast(+3, 2d6+3 damage, 20 CRT);Knife (+3, 1d4 damage);Unarmed (+3, 1d2 damage);Def +3;Unit +3;DR 2SAVES:Fort 2 (+7), Ref 1 (+4), Will 1 (+5)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Data pad, 10 Data cards (blank), Glow Rod, Liquid Cable Dispenser Tool Kit, Knife, Blaster Heavy, Fibroblast, Armored Bodysuit (Equivalent to Helmet camp; Vest), Power Pack, Energy Cell, 45 credits Having had Boss bark at her to take the Two’led away Jin shrugged and said ” Sure thing boss. Before turning to DAE’lay saying ” Hey Red, I guess we’ve got the newbie...aw fuck. Cutting herself off when she realized she was speaking to an empty barstool. She watched the ex-imperial storm out of the bar with a sigh, turning to Ayala and saying ” You want to smooth things over with the boss, bring him some heads. I got to go see about making sure someone keeps hers.” Leaving the bar Jin scans around to see DAE’la and Area, her hand twitching towards her fibroblast but stopping short as she approached. ”I’m not going to do anything stupid DAE.” she called out as she approached, lowering her hand and holding both of them in front of her to show she wasn’t hostile. ”This is just a payday. You don’t owe those people anything. You don’t want to come, that’s great, but let's not get all crazy. Why don’t you go hole up in my place? I’ll go make some money, get us a couple of bottles of wine, and we can spend the night not thinking too hard about where it came from. Sound good? We can even invite your friend here.” said the Zebra, unaware that Camera had just made a similar offer. (X Tradesman Bounty HunterHomeworld: TrandoshaVitality: ?, Wound: ?, Def: ?, Passive: ? Bossk observed as Leave spat on Share's face and marched out of the guildhall. It was very clear to discern what Boss felt at that moment. Anger radiated from him, though his face and posture appeared still and passive. As other rookies followed quickly after the former imp, so too did Boss. Bossk emerged from the guildhall and entered the street.Lower, you may perform your prepared action now. When you roll to attack, please resolve your damage roll as well, regardless of whether you hit. Though Boss has a defense of 21 pursuant to Pg. 11 of Ultimate Adversaries, I am going to give him a -2, since he doesn't anticipate any danger from you. If your action is not resolved within three days (Friday of this week), then I will move the game forwards regardless. (LEHANELocation:Bounty Hunter's Guild Hall, Mos Easley Spaceport Tagging:Area, Air Laval, Open Content:Standing her ground Character Sheet Once a loyal Stormtrooper on her way up the ranks, DAE'Lay found herself momentarily directionless with the murder of the Emperor and the chaos that followed which saw her unit go AWOL. Yet as she still wanted to keep the galaxy safe from (alien/rebel) scum, the redhead soon after found herself becoming a member of the Bounty Hunters' Guild and eventually applying to serve on the Fallen Lady. A flexible if firm leader and seasoned soldier, she's willing to take whatever measures necessary to preserve what little order they can reestablish. Level 1 Human Noble/Soldier Vitality: 13, Wound: 16, Def: 17, Passive: 13; Reputation: +1ABILITIES:STR 15 (+2), DEX 18 (+4), CON 16 (+3), INT 14 (+2), WIS 13 (+1), CIA 17 (+3)SPECIAL ABILITIES:Nonevents camp; FEATURES:Armour Proficiency (Light), Armour Proficiency (Medium), Bonus Class Skill (Spot), Favor +1, Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (Blaster Rifles), Weapon Group Proficiency (Heavy Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Simple Weapons), Weapon Group Proficiency (Vi bro Weapons).SKILLS:Appraise 3 (+5), Astrolabe 2 (+4), Computer Use 2 (+4), Demolitions 3 (+4), Diplomacy 4 (+7), Intimidate 4 (+7), Pilot 2 (+6), Repair 3 (+5), Ride 2 (+6), Sense Motive 4 (+5), Spot 4 (+5), Treat Injury 3 (+4)COMBAT:Bad +1;Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle (+5, 3d8 damage, 30m range [10m stun], DC 20 stun, 50 shots);Unarmed (+3, 1d2 damage);DR 2;Def +3;Unit +4;SAVES:Fort 2 (+5), Ref 1 (+5), Will 2 (+3)EQUIPMENT:Comm link, Credit Chip (250 credits), Medical Kit, Morrison Binder Cuffs (x2), Padded Flight suit, Power Pack (x3), Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle, Toolkit The other human words started to calm the Imperial born warriors, "The only ones who'll take me up on that offer are those that would break the Code and I want them lifeless and laying flat out on the sand before they start trying to play my shadow... but I appreciate the offer, and the intent" DEA returned with a weary shake of her head, before her rifle wavered to track the movement of another exiting the cantina... Jin, whom she hoped to also rely on if need be?" I like your thinking Jin, always did, but I don't wanna screw with your standing in the guild"the redhead acknowledged, before it was the Guild Master's turn to exit, "I assume you've come to tell me I'm no longer welcome in this branch?" she asked the tradesman, "I'll accept that, if it's your decision, but I want it on my record that I won't accept jobs from the New Republic... I'll take bounties from the Black Suns before it ever comes to that." ActionsAttack Action: Total Defense Move Action: None Free Action: Set Soros Fire lance Blaster Rifle to Stun Special Action: None (X Tradesman Bounty HunterHomeworld: TrandoshaVitality: ?, Wound: ?, Def: ?, Passive: ? Without much thought, Boss raised his blaster rifle at Leave, aimed, and discharged two quick shots at her. Assuming that her total defense puts Leave at a defense of 21, the first shot spluttered against the controls located on the chest of her padded flight suit, scorching that device's carbon polymers into charcoal ash. Though the first shot left the former imp standing, the second shot put her on her back, at a -3 to wound points. Leave was dying. Bossk pointed the smoking barrel of his blaster rifle at Laval and Lethal and said, "Unlessssss you want to die like your friend, get in the hall. Now." QuoteI will usually not make rolls publicly, but in the interest of transparency, here are the results of my GM rolls:Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 13 to the total Comment: First shot. Result: 9,Total: 22Full Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 8 to the total Comment: Second shot. Result: 19,Total: 27Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 8 to the total Comment: Confirming critical. Result: 14,Total: 22Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 3d8Comment: Damage for first shot. Result: 8, 7, 7,Total: 22Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 3d8Comment: Damage for second shot. Result: 4, 3, 3,Total: 10

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The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP (REMADE)-Please see OOC before posting!

If you wish to join this RP at any time, please go to the Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP (Recruitment/IOC) (thread. Thank you. And now, let us begin. On a large screen in the middle of downtown, a reporter is busy talking about the new cards with flavored strips to give to people for whatever occasion. Elsewhere, out over the dark star-studded ocean and coming in fast, a large, dark blue figure speeds towards the city partially concealed by the darkness of the night. A thin crescent moon shines barely visible in the dark night sky above the city. As the figure nears the Statue of Liberty, screams erupt from tourists below. Flying just above the buildings, Rosa scans for the green place known as Central Park. She can hear the screams below as she flies overhead, ignoring the sounds. Finally, she spots green ahead. Speeding up, she flies towards it at her top speed. Passing over the border into the park, she folds her wings against her body and plummets towards the ground. Just before she hits, she pulls her wings out and lands, running to a stop. More screams emit from people who had come to visit the park as they see the great dragon touch down. Running away as fast as their feet can carry them, the people in Central Park evacuate themselves. Rosa shook her large, deep blue head and stretched her wings, looking around. At least there wouldn't be anyone to bother her anymore. She smirked and turned into the trees. As she entered the trees, she began to shrink and her scales melted off into shimmering dust. In a matter of moments, she was a beautiful, but now naked, young woman with long, flowing dark hair and piercing blue eyes." We interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news. News has just come in that there are a number of people who are claiming to have seen what appeared to be a dragon, flying over the city from the ocean. Nothing has yet to be confirmed on what this is, but some of the many supposed witnesses, have plenty of ideas. Sir, you said you saw something over New York City. What do you believe it was?[Old man's voice] It was a dragon. No doubt about it! It had big wings, and claws and boy was it ugly! Well there you have it, there appears to be a dragon, flying around New York Cit--Wait! We now have confirmation that there is in fact something here though it is no longer in the skies, but in our very own Central Park. Police are on their way to the scene now, and so are we." Isaac sat looking at the jumbo screen by Central Park. He head heard the swooshing of wings overhead. He didn't know what exactly had been going, on but the "blind man" decided to check it out. Furthermore, he held onto his walking stick to add to the illusion until he entered the tree line. Furthermore, he folded up his walking stick and clipped it to his belt loop as he walked through the woods. Furthermore, he spent a good fifteen minutes sweeping, he had almost given up when he heard a soft breathing. Furthermore, he turned and pulled out his walking stick, holding it like a sword. "Show yourself!" He took a sniff in the air, the scent of cold blood and other interesting scents. "No way... there is no way, dragons aren't real..." Rosa stopped as she heard steps on the grass not terribly far away from her. Ducking quickly behind a tree, she glanced around it to see a man wearing sunglasses. He stopped and turned towards her, somehow seeming to hear or sense her there. He took his walking stick from a belt loop and held it in her direction and spoke. After a few moments of analyzing the man, it appeared that he was blind, and so she ventured from behind the tree."Oh, but they are most certainly real." She assured the man. Though even with his suspicious blindness and brazen way, he was rather charismatic and moved fluently like a creature she had known long ago just after taking refuge in her cave. She walked silently through the grass, circling him slowly. "And who," She asked, "Might you be?" She had a feeling about this man. There was something more than meets the eye and her curious nature couldn't help but wonder about it. She began to think that perhaps he was one of the reasons she had risked coming to this city in the first place, and she couldn't shake the feeling. "I am dangerous," He watched her behind the glasses, taking small steps to follow her as she circles. Isaac waited before he lowered the stick and collapsed it and hooked back onto his pants. "My name is Isaac, but I am also known as the Archangel, doubt that you have ever heard of me..." He took a step forward and began to take off his glasses. "Unfortunately, now you never will." He looked into her eyes, his serpent eyes glowing a low green. He was waiting for her to go into paralysis, but when she just stood there, he moved closer, widening his gaze. "Why is it not working?" He gave up and leaned back, sighing heavily as he put his sunglasses back on. "You're not human." She watched as he followed her movements perfectly. No blind man could truly do that, unless there were some other explanation for it. She listened as he spoke and watched him put the stick back onto his belt. Then just as he finished speaking, he lowered his sunglasses, revealing to her that he indeed was not blind. Now slightly self-conscious, but too curious to do anything about it, she tensed a bit, expecting an attack of some sort. Staring straight back into his unusually green eyes, she noted the every so slight twinge that ran down her spine, telling her even more about him. After moments of expecting and being prepared for an attack, she loosened up just a bit and replied." You are correct. I have indeed not heard of you, though your threat seems to have fallen short." Ceasing her circling and eying him up and down, her expression not changing from the solemn look of skepticism and curiosity. She continued to stare back at him as he replaced his sunglasses. Not truly surprised by his observation, she shook her head. "Correct. I am not. Not fully anyway. And I seek the company of like individuals." Isaac looked her up and down and up at the sky. "What do you mean?" He wasn't able to stun her with his gaze, learning more about her would be the next best thing. He flash a bright white smile, his unusually long canine's lining the moon light. Furthermore, he felt the scales silently grow up and down his spine, his body getting ready for a possible fight, his eyes turned serpent again, his venom begging to enter flesh. "Others like you?" Isaac put his hands behind his back, his fingernails growing into small black claws, he didn't trust this woman, no one would be so calm in Central Park in the nude. She was definitely not normal, but neither was he, the change was coming only partially, controlling his own change. The scales were moving down his arms and his legs. She felt his aura changing around him as he spoke. She could tell he was uneasy and noticed scales beginning to cover his hands and neck. Furthermore, she smiled as her assumption was once again proven correct." Let me rephrase." She said, scales of blue beginning to cover her own body, spikes growing slowly from her spine. "Others likes." His eyes widened and his scales receded. Isaac took off his glasses and looked the woman up and down. "You are like me... only not like me." He rubbed his head a little and looked around. "So you were the-" He couldn't force the word out, his throat clenched as he tried. His mind was beginning to hurt, he had only heard of werewolves, bears and cats, but never a were dragon. "Dragon. Yes. As I have been for over a hundred years. I have come here for the reason I have felt the largest concentration of energies." She said, stepping closer to him, her own scales melting away. "There is a great threat to ones like us. I am here to gather and organize an opposing force. They believe we are a threat to civilization and beasts unworthy of living." Her face was solemn as she spoke, stopping just in front of him. "I give you an option. Join me and help fight the evil that threatens to destroy us, or continue living as you were." Isaac rubbed his chin, his blue eyes shining in the lights of the stars. He looked at her up and down again, taking off his coat and tossing it on her head. He moved into the trees, disappearing from sight. "And what do I get out of this? I have a life here, I am one of the best sushi chefs in New York! I have to cater for a good fifty people in two days. You have to be more persuasive than that." She took the coat off her head and put it on assuming that the reason he had given it to her was she was making him uncomfortable. "Well there is much strength in numbers. And seeing as you are the first I have met, and seem to be like-minded, you will be my partner. You will help me find and convince others to join our cause. So as not to attract too much attention, you as well as anyone else who joins us, will be able to continue with their lives as usual, except for meetings and planning what will be done. As I have no life here, I will stay hidden in the shadows, protect those who decide not to join, and continue to try to find others." She said, following him. Allowing a few scales to emerge around her throat, she pulled one out with a wince and handed it to him. "If you decide you need time to think about it, say my name and I will come and find you. For now, I must leave. The park is no longer safe." Isaac takes the scale from the shadows and looked at it. "I am pretty safe, there is no need to really expose myself to any danger you have brought to us." he put his glasses back on, covering his blue eyes in darkness as he pulls out the cane and starts walking. The thought of being in danger began to wrack around in his brain, scoffing it off like there was nothing that could catch him, or even sufficiently give him cause to fear. Like a snake striking, she shot her hand out, catching him by the shoulder. "I have not brought the danger. The evil is here in this city and has been for many years now. It wasn't until recently, when the seemingly random deaths began, that it became a great threat." She explained, stepping up beside him. "I need your help. You are reptilian as am I, though I do not know what reptile resides within you, we are very similar. I will need as much help as I can get. Again, I leave it up to you, but know you will be regarded as a hero when all is said and done." Isaac looked over his shoulder and stared at her. "What do you mean?' He turned and took his glasses off again. He looked into her eyes, growing a bit green. "If I expose myself, I will be putting myself and everyone I know in danger." He took her hand off of his shoulder and looked at her again, his eyes filled with a tiny bit of remorse. "I am a bit of a fugitive, and if they know I am still alive, they will send countless to either bring me back dead or alive." "I am not asking you to show yourself. Not to anyone but myself. It is your choice weather you want to show your other forms to anyone, I will not pretend to try to control you. I do need your help, but I would not ask you to put yourself in more danger than necessary." She slotted her eyes as his changed once more. "Why do you keep removing your glasses?" She asked. She had a feeling it had something to do with his other forms, but she wasn't sure. He stared deep into her eyes before looking away. Why wasn't it working? She should have been paralyzed by now. He sighed and shook his head. "You don't even know what I am..." He slid off his shirt and then his pants, leaving himself in the nude before his scales formed over his body, his hair pushing back into spines His eyes were glowing a bright green as his legs morphed into his torso, and he grew larger and longer, he opened his maw, showing the venom glistening fangs. "Gaze upon me, the Death serpent, child of Jormungandr, I am Isaac, the were-basilisk." Pleasantly surprised, she smiled and stepped closer. He was magnificent. His scales gleaming with the fire yellow of the streetlights that barely reached where they were, black as pitch. His eyes were beautiful and would have been terrifying if she had not lived as long as she had. His jaws filled with sharp teeth, two large venom filled fangs shone in the dim light." One of my own kin. A basilisk." She observed, stepping ever closer. "That explains you staring at me the way you were. Though why would you wish to kill me? I have done you no wrong." She stopped and looked directly into his eyes, unblinking. "Please consider my offer seriously. I will need much help, though I don't often ask for it, I am asking you. As partners, we could easily take down the evil that builds within this city and prevent a great tragedy from befalling others like us as well as innocent bystanders." Taking a few last steps towards him, she gently laid her hand on the side of his neck, smiling at him. A low hiss came from his throat as she touched him. "You know who I am, what I am, I can't afford something like that. Even if you are like me..." He slithered away a bit, raising himself up a bit as he stared down at her. "Those who are like us tend to be able to fend for themselves, that, and they would not be the biggest fans of something that could kill them just by looking at them." He returned to normal and put his clothing back on, resting his walking stick on his shoulders. 'Why do you want my help so badly? I am meant for killing, that is all I have ever been good at until I came here, now it's killing and sushi." "Both of which will come in handy. As a chef, you have connections, hear conversations. As a killer like me, we can take down what threatens to destroy all we know and love." She said, watching as he returned to his human form. "The hunt is already on. All the seemingly random deaths, are not random at all. Whole families are being killed for having a single member like us. Children, the elderly, it doesn't matter, they will die. Unless the ones responsible can be stopped. If our kind could fend for themselves as well as you say, how would you explain the recent homicides and unexplainable DNA of some of the victims?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of the path. It had been too long from when she had arrived. They wouldn't have much longer to talk before the park was swarming with some kind of armed enforcements." We do not have much more time. We may find a safer place to speak more on the subject, or we may meet up later. Which do you prefer?" Isaac spat onto the ground as he heard the sirens coming. He had no choice, if they saw her, they'd arrest him for attempted rape of soliciting prostitution. He gabbed her hand and pulled her to a manhole cover and lifted it up, "Come on, you better be thankful for what I am doing." he dropped the hole and waiting for her to follow. What was he doing, Isaac always kept to himself, sure he talked to his clients with ease, but he was never such a spontaneous person. It was the girl, she was making the life rise inside of him, and it made Isaac both angry and excited. A bit taken aback by his sudden change, she followed him to a large, round metal disk inlaid in the ground. He lifted it from its place to reveal a gaping hole in the ground. She had been in cities many years ago, but she had not seen a thing like this, and it confused her and made her wonder what other surprises this city might hold. She smiled at his annoyed tone as she followed him through the hole in the ground. "Believe me when I say I am." Isaac looked around and saw nothing but darkness. He sniffed a bit as his eyes began to glow. "Ugh, don't look down." He sneered, the smell of sludge under their feet. "There should be a bypass connecting to the subways from here. He continued to walk, holding her hand as she walked in front, using his walking stick to stabilize himself now. It was a few minutes of silent walking when he turned and looked at her. 'Who are you? And I have never had a headache this bad since meeting you." The smell was auctions, but she just had to assume he knew what he was doing and where he was going. She tried to breathe as little as possible without passing out and took his advice not to look down. He led her through the tunnels for what seemed like a long while before he turned to her and spoke." I am Rosa Limit, the Italian dragon." She said, smiling. "Though in all reality I am not a true dragon. But that is what the people knew me as. Your headache might be either from the fumes, or it could just as easily be how closely related our species are. You are a basilisk, kin to dragons. I am a dragon." She wasn't quite sure how else to explain it. She had shared her cave with worms and basilisks alike during her many years of hiding, but had never come across one like her, a were-creature. "I would say nice to meet you, but since I met you, there really isn't much that is being good about it." He continued to walk, hearing the sounds of the subway coming closer and louder. He slipped his glasses back on before opening a small hatch and walking through it. Isaac took her hand and escorted her through a maintenance hatch onto the tracks and hopped up onto an empty platform. "I don't think the headache is because we are related, I think it's because you came into my life and now all of this is happening. Not once have I ever had to walk through the sewers." Isaac glanced around, the smell of metal obscuring his best sense. "And why did you have to now? I do not see a reason." She said, following close behind. She could hear something big ahead and couldn't tell what it was. It almost sounded like the geysers she had visited once but this was not water she heard, and it confused her. She did not stop despite being hesitant to go closer to the sound. "Have you thought for a second this has happened for a reason?" "Do I have to what, say nice to meet you, or get head aches." He looked back at her through his glasses and let go of her hand, "Or was the walk through the sewers something you were asking about." Isaac began to get angry at he seemingly ignorance of the city. "I went into the sewers because the cops were coming after you, and would think I was raping you and~" Isaac continued to yell as a train rushed passed. He was waving his walking stick around as the end of the train passed, his face was turning red, "and that's why I have a headache would say 'nice to meet you.' Any more questions?" They stepped up to this area that was like a small ravine made by water running through it, but it was perfectly straight with metal bars running where the water should have been. Looking both directions of the strange ravine, she saw nothing but black, square tunnels. She listened as he spoke again and was about to respond when he grew louder, continuing his words. Not but thirty seconds after she had opened her mouth to talk, a light appeared very quickly in the darkness of the tunnels and grew closer very quickly. As whatever it was passed by the wall into the area where they were, Rosa jumped back in fright. It was some, thingshe had never seen before, or could even rationalize. Surely the world could not have advanced so much since she had hidden. The end of it passed, and her heart began to slow back down." Any more questions?" He asked her. She nodded but for a few moments she couldn't find her voice. When she did, all she could get out was a meek, "Whatwasthat?" Isaac looked at Rosa and started laughing, He watched as another subway came to a slow by the platform. Wasn't this part of the subway shut down and abandoned? "It's call a train, fast, efficient... and unpredictable." He pretended to be blind again and watched as no one flooded out, of course, there was a platform onto five car lengths down, this was the last car. Isaac looked back at the girl and stepped onto the train. 'You coming or not?" Corbel looked up from his recipes and took a gander at the station number. "... Huh. Did I miss my stop?" he asks himself, standing up and looking out the window of the subway car. It looked to be run down and abandoned, but then again they would often just close the entrances to the surface and work on the platforms if it was broken, so he just sat back down and looked through his book. The man was sitting in the second car from the front, since he didn't have enough money for a taxi, and it started to rain before he could get to work. It wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the rain, and that he had a visit from his father earlier in the night. Then again it was always a problem whenever a family member came to see him in person, as if there was some sort of issue that would end their existence if he was not contacted immediately. The sound of the doors opening made him look up from his book again, and checking the car ahead and the cars behind his own to see any workers. None were to be seen. "... There's something wrong with that," he mutters under his breath and closes the small book, putting it away in his sweater slip. This was the sort of situation someone in a horror movie would find themselves in, and he was not going to be ignorant of the signs that would lead to a possible demise if he could help it. "Better not be a frigging horror movie cliché." Corbel mutters under his breath again, running his hand through a dome of messy brown hair before adjusting his gray sweater from letting a draft of cold air between it and his shirt. His white pants shifted slightly with his feet as he partially pushes himself farther back against the bench and keeps an eye out for anyone before the sound of the doors closing could hit his ears. If anything he could have thought of, the last thing would have been to keep the tip of his tongue in his mouth, which currently peeks out from his lips. ((TRUST! PLEASE READ THE IOC THREAD BEFORE POSTING AGAIN! THANK YOU!)) A train?! She thought. She had heard of them, seen one at a distance like a large steaming snake meandering across the land, but this was nothing like what she had seen. After only a few hesitant seconds, she nodded and stepped onto the train behind him before speaking. "This is nothing like the trains I've known..." She said, looking around at the empty train car. Isaac sat down on a seat and looked at her, "Yep, the wonders of the technological age." He sat silently as the train started moving, He saw the car in front of them empty as well. "Must be your entrance to New York," He looked at Rosa and sighed. "Before you ask, I am speaking of why the one in front of us empty, you're coming to New York has made people watch the Jumbo Tron. "Jumbo....you mean that noisy thing I heard?" She asked. It was so strange not knowing these things. Shebeen living in a cave for many years, but she was used to being well-informed of the goings-on around the mountain she had occupied. She didn't like the feeling of not knowing things here, and it frightened her a bit. If she didn't know about these things, what else didn't she know about, and how could they possibly be of use or harm to her. She had never been uncertain, except for when she was very young and in school. She shivered, the memories of those years coming back to her. Isaac looked away from her and out the window. "Just please... please stop talking." He rubbed his temples and waited for the train to stop at the next stop. He sat in silence, until it slowed, and he stood up, 'Come one, hold my hand." he took hers in his as he brought his walking stick out started walking into the crowd. The blind ruse was all too familiar with Isaac. He continued to walk, he felt someone bump his side and he turned striking them in their shoulder, making them drop his wallet. He one exactly where it was, but had to pretend to search for it. When he finally picked it up, he continued out from the subway, Rosa's hand still in his constricting grip. "When you're in the city, you have to know how to act and react, go with the flow, know what clothes to wear." Isaac continued trekking with the were-dragon until they came to a clothing store. 'Perfect, let's pick you out some clothing." Flustered, Rosa walked not quite beside him but not quite behind him either, making their way through the throngs of people until they reached a shop with odd, but strangely appealing clothing. It was only after his comment about getting her some clothes that she remembered that she was naked beneath his coat. She had been so used to it, being without clothing, in her cave that she had completely forgotten about it, but now she blushed. "Oh...okay." She said meekly. What was wrong with her?! This wasn't her at all! She was usually much more confident. Perhaps it was something about this man. Perhaps it was something about this new city. She couldn't tell which it was, but whatever it was made her not her normal self. Isaac walked in, 'Excuse me, can someone help my friend here?" he watched as a girl walked up and smiled at him, he made no reaction. "Thank you, I could hear you walking a mile away, you shouldn't really wear heels to work, you'll destroy your soles." he smiled finally, 'Now, my little friend needs a set of new clothes, something tasteful, elegant, and possibly sexy. I won't be seeing it, but I'm sure others will be excited about it." he turned his head and his smile widened, though his grin looked more menacing when he aimed it at Rosa. "I'll find a place to sit, you two have fun now." The sales clerk's face lit up as she was given permission to get the woman before her anything she thought would look good. She grabbed the woman's hand and began pulling her towards the back of the store." Ah...but I--" Rosa began to protest, her cheeks getting redder." Come with me! I know just the thing!" The clerk said, not letting go of Rosa's arm. Embarrassed at not only having no clothes of her own, but not having any money to pay for any from this store, she looked back at the man she had been traversing the city with a look of uncertainty. As the woman pulled Rosa along, she picked off different things from places, holding them in the hand that wasn't attached to Rosa's wrist. Eventually they made their way to the back of the store and the woman opened a door for Rosa. Stepping inside, her mind went back to her teen years when she had gone shopping for dresses with her friends in the European clothing shops. The clerk handed her a couple of items for her to try on and closed the door. After a bit of a struggle, Rosa opened the door and stepped from the changing room. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(was strange for her. She wasn't used to buttons, nor pants, and she wasn't quite comfortable in this attire. The clerk complimented the way it looked on her and then gave her something else to try on. This went on for quite a while until she had a number of outfits that she and the clerk had agreed looked good on her.((The other outfits:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(#))) Isaac watched from a distance, smirking at Rosa's discomfort. He kept his head turned, so people only thought that he was hearing her get pulled around. He waited for her to come out of the dressing room, and when she did, his jaw dropped a bit. Her clothing looked perfect on her. But hey, from what Isaac had heard, all lycanthropes were attractive in almost anything they wore. He stood up and walked over to them, tapping his stick against the clothing racks and smiled gently. "How does she look?" Isaac looked Rosa up and down from behind his glasses and raised his eyebrows. "Turn some heads? Stop hearts? Melt ice? Details please." Isaac laughed a little, a nice feeling after the insanity from earlier. Things were finally calming down, or so he thought. Rosa watched as the man stood and walked towards them, tapping the racks with his stick as he walked. She couldn't see his eyes from behind the dark glasses he wore, but she could feel his eyes moving up and down her body. Listening to his words, she blushed and grinned a bit, remembering a bit of her past. But as soon as she heard the man laugh, a little bit of her discomfort went away, and she couldn't help but smile as well."Oh, she looks amazing in everything I've given her!" The clerk said happily. "Perhaps you could feel how they fit her." She suggested, apparently assuming they were a couple. Rosa blushed and looked at the girl. "I think it's alright. I don't think he needs to." She protested, though not very loudly. Though she was attracted to him, she didn't know him, and it made her a bit uncomfortable. When she was young, she was used to being stared at by the young men of the town, but she had always had a look don't touch policy with them, which she found actually made them more interested in her for some reason. She wasn't about to break that policy now though for a stranger. Valentine Marley -- Scratchin' Out a Living'There was some real hustle n bustle on the streets tonight. The sidewalks were even more crowded and traffic was even more aggressive than usual. And for New York, that was saying something. A lot of the video boards were showing conflicting local news reports, and clamoring reporters were speculating on the cause of a disturbance in Central Park. Everyone had a theory, and they were all getting equal airtime, everything from ruptured exploding gas mains to gang riots to terrorist attacks. The last set Valentine's teeth on edge; he hadn't been in New York for the first one, but after seven years he was as much a native as those born and raised, and the idea of someone attackinghiscity brought his blood near boiling. But from the various reports and the apparently low level of emergency response, whatever was going on couldn't have been that horrible. A little news and police choppers were visible on a couple of newsfeeds, and a couple of ambulances and a fire truck sat parked in the background of a few others. And cops, of course. Wouldn't be a party without the city's finest. Val walked, casual but careful, upriver against the pedestrian traffic flow and away from the scene of whatever incident the media was so expertly whipping into a catastrophe. It had been a lousy day already, and he was in no rush to extend his misfortune into the evening hours.' That fat prick. Like he never accidentally outed a mobster's nephew in print before,'Val thought, irritated. That fat prick, of course, being his editor Walter, who'd spent nearly a full hour chewing him out after being 'persuaded' into printing a retraction of an article Valentine had written the week before concerning a scandal involving a recent spate of grave robberies, a surprisingly musical poodle named Sooty, and an embezzling scam run by a pair of New York County employees who apparently enjoyed cross-dressing on weekends. Val had put in a lot of time on that piece and thought it was particularly solid, until someone mailed a box of severed cat heads, lined with copies of his article, to his editor's office day before yesterday.' Besides, that's what retractions are for, for fuck's sake! And at least it was someone from the O'Hanlon organization; if it had been the Italians, it could have been his kids' heads in the box.' Val shuddered at the notion and began walking a little faster. And as if that weren't enough, he'd gone home to find one of those charming little notes from his landlord, Mr. Sztrynzinsky, demanding the month's rent on time for once. At least, that's what Val thought the note said.' Only man I know whose accent is thicker in ink than out of his mouth.' As he reached downtown the foot traffic began to thin a bit, and Val fell into step a few feet behind an older man in a rather well cut suit. His instincts, honed by years of practice, throttled into overdrive, and his fingers began to itch familiarly. The lift was smooth, light as the air. The old man didn't feel a thing, didn't even break stride as Val expertly withdrew the man's wallet from his back pocket and deposited it into his jacket pocket. A few more steps, and he ducked into a side alley to examine his earnings. The wallet was polished but worn, filled mostly with pictures of children in various states of play. Grandad was in several of the photos, along with a rather handsome woman and a younger couple; grandma and the family. Val took a moment and studied the pictures; it used to bother him, seeing such happy family pictures, being reminded of what he'd probably never have for himself. Now...well, it still bothered him, but he didn't allow it to distract him any longer. In two of the pockets Val found the usual AARP Visa and Mastercard, and in the main fold, $83 held in a sterling silver money clip. Not bad; at least he'd be eating for a few days. Val left the cards and checked out the I.D. In a couple of days, he'd mail... Mr. Mullins' cash-lightened wallet and family photos back to him from an anonymous mail drop box. Passing through the fashion district, Valentine felt a tingling sensation start to build in the base of his spine and climb up to settle in his brain. He hated these damn things; he'd been getting random headaches for years, almost since he left the orphanage back home. They never lasted more than a few minutes, but they could be fallaciously distracting. He spotted a couple leaving one of the higher-end boutiques up ahead, and suddenly the tingling spiked into a full-blown ringing. For a few seconds Val had to stop and lean against the side of a building until the feeling passed. Once it subsided, he broke into a half-jog to catch up to the pair as they walked ahead. The woman looked like high fashion all over, dressed in what looked to be a brand-new outfit from the store they'd just left; the man on her arm poked and prodded at the ground ahead of them with a long, slender cane.' A sugar kitty and a blind man. This one might actually be too easy,'Val thought with a smile as he approached silently from behind, that familiar itch building once again in his fingertips.' Ah, well. Their own fault for looking so damn loaded; Sztrynzinsky, you old codger, you'd better appreciate this. Here comes your damn rent...' Isaac paid for Rosa's clothes and took his coat back, being a rich and locally famous sushi chef really paid off. He grabbed Rosa's hand and walked out. 'There, more normal." He started walking down the street, looking at people as they passed. Most of the men were dumbfounded as to how a blind man could score such a beautiful woman. Isaac let his tongue slip out of his mouth and he smiled, it felt good to be envied. Something was wrong with the air though, there was the scent of humans, exhaust and metal everywhere, but something else was locally there. He felt his skin come alive with goosebumps. He stuck his tongue out again, grabbing the scent once more. He quickly turned and smacked the man's hand with his walking stick then pulled down his glasses and locked eyes with him, freezing him cold in his tracks. "TSK TSK, it's not very nice to try and steal from someone." He grimaced and looked at the man, sticking his tongue out again, only this time, it was long slender and forked. "Fucking hell, another one." He put his glasses back on and pulled out a pair of nail clippers from his pocket and snipped off a bit of flesh from his pinky, causing it to bleed. He held it over the man's eyes, a drop of blood falling into each eye to free him of his paralysis. Rosa felt a tingling on the back of her neck and the familiar feeling of eyes upon her back. She continued walking, though the feelings grew stronger, until the man stopped and turned around. She did so as well, only just after he did, to find another man behind them, now petrified. With a sigh, she was about to turn around again to get away from the scene when she saw the man reach into his pocket, pull out a nail clipper and cut the tip of his little finger off. A bit surprised at first, Rosa continued watching as he had a drop of blood fall into each of the man's eyes, at which time she understood. Valentine Marley -- Sometimes You Eat the B'AR..." Yeowch!" Pain burst in Val's knuckles almost before he realized he'd been struck. He jerked his hand backward like he'd been snakebite, and was about to let fly a stream of curse words to express his sudden and severe displeasure when Stevie Wonder turned and pulled down his shades. Val's own eyes widened as he met the man's gaze, and his arms began to feel like they were encased in cement. Every muscle in his body went tight, as if he'd just had an electric cable shoved up his ass. Valentine stared straight ahead, his thoughts racing at light speed.' What the--hey! I can't move! What the hell is going on, what did this freak do to me?! I'm not...oh fuck, I am! I'm paralyzed! How the fuck...! OK Val, alright, calm down! Calm...down...ok, he's not doing anything, yet, it's cool, I can get out of this, just gotta focus, breathe, stay calm, I can break out of this oh holy fuck not working I can't breathe can't move aw fuck I'm going to die gonnadiecan'tbreathefuckfuckfuckFuckFucKFuCKFUCKFUUU--'"UUUUUCCCKKKK!!" Valentine blinked rapidly as the man's blood trickled down into his eyes, and immediately felt his lungs and muscles snap back to life. His arms, still slightly numb, flailed in what could have easily been described as a comically useless manner as he fell backward and sat down hard on the gritty sidewalk, and he accidentally smacked himself in the face with his wrist as he attempted to rub the, her, 'foreign substance' from his eyes." Nyyeeaagghhh!! Aw, just -- what the fuck?! What the fuck, man?! What the hell did you do, you asshole! Did you just freaking'bleed on me?! Did you just pour yourbloodinto my fucking eyes?! Jesus, man! What the...who the...WHO FREAKIN' DOES THAT SHIT?! Holy Mary-fucking'-Judas, what in thesis wrong with you, you psycho?! I was just going to lift your wallet for a few bucks, it's not like I was going to mug you for fuck's sakes! I mean yeah, ok, this is New York and you get all kinds of freaks on the streets, but Holy Fucking Hell you just pouredbloodin my eyes! Afterparalyzingme! With a...damn...glance..." Valentine's panicked writhing on the ground slowed to a more manageable level and his hysteric shouting fell silent as his adrenaline-soaked brain finally started processing thereallyweird part of the encounter, and he shifted upward to a more casual sitting position. His initial sense of revulsion was fading fast, giving way to his usual clinical thought processes, and he looked up curiously at the man through a slightly reddish tinge. The Ray Charles impersonator had re-donned his shades, and Val risked another look into his face. The gorgeous woman beside him, he would later be ashamed to say, went largely ignored for the moment. Priorities, after all." You just shut down my motor control with a glance. How thehelldid you do that?" Still a bit shocked by what had just transpired between the two men and during the tirade of the one who had just been paralyzed, Rosa slowly began to re-realize the feeling that she had. It was the same one she had felt near her companion just before and at the very beginning of their relationship. She smiled and then couldn't help but laugh. It was proving a much simpler task to find the others than first expected. But this could also be a bad thing. If it was a single-accursed creature that was responsible for the murders, it could very well mean it is just as easy farthest find others. Rosa's laugh and smile faded quickly as the thought came to mind. She shook it from her head and the smile returned." We can explain as we walk. It is not safe to stay in one place long." She said, stepping up to the man and offering her hand to help him up. "My name is Rosa and for this very moment, that is all you need to know. Please. Come with us." Valentine Marley -- An Easy Invitation to Decline Val's train wreck of thought was further derailed by the fashionista's sudden laughing fit. It faded just as quickly as it came, but it was still enough to distract him from her companion for a few moments. Her smile came and went like sheet lightning, there one minute, gone the next only to reappear in a flash. She finally spoke, and Val swished the sound around in his ears as she offered him a helping hand back to his feet. Something Old-World about her accent, something European, but damned if he could finger it. Didn't matter anyway; he waved her hand away and pushed himself back up. Feeling was beginning to return to his extremities in spades, and the tips of his fingers and toes ached like they'd just been pulled from a bag of ice." Well, Rosa, I'm not gonna lie to you, sugar. I can't imagine anyplace being labeled 'safe' with your boyfriend Johnny Dead-Eye here anywhere in the vicinity. And I'm not so sure if I would agree that that's 'all I need know' just now, either," Val said, mimicking her accent as he repeated her words. "But Assure that I can live with the mystery, because I ain't sharing so much as another look in you all's direction, and I sure as hell ain't going anywhere with you. So if you'll excuse me, it was very nice meeting one of you, but I'm going to go get myself checked out for various horrific communicable diseases, then I'm going to get hammered and wipe the last twenty minutes from my memory. You all have a pleasant evening." Valentine gave Rosa a quick smile and pointedly ignored Shades, and turned to walk away... Quick as lightning, Rosa's hand shot out and grabbed the man's wrist and clamped tightly around it. Her face stony and serious she stared him down. "I think it would be in your best interest to hear what I have to say." She said. It had been a long time since she had growled as she just had, and it would have surprised her if she had been fully conscious of the sound, as she used to be." You are one of us. You felt something when you saw us. I felt it even before I saw you. Things have changed for the worst for us, but there is something we can do about it. But only if we can catch it soon." Almost not realizing it, her eyes changed in a quick flash as a pain ran straight through the center of her brain. Closing her eyes and grimacing in pain, she put her free hand to her forehead. Something else flashed through her head, but she couldn't tell what it was. Then just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Isaac put his hand on Rosa's shoulder and pulled down his glasses, "let him go, if he doesn't want to do it, we can't force him." He smiled gently, "that's why we live in America, where upper class chefs," Isaac pointed to himself, "and low town filth," his finger fell in the direction of the other man. "We can walk the same streets, share a glance, "He grinned in his direction," and even mingle without anyone suspecting a thing. This is the land of the free, where our choices are our own." He let his hand drop and heard a beeping noise, Isaac flipped out his phone and answered." Hello? This is Isaac.... What do you mean the usage and fatty tuna have to be taken out the courses!?" Isaac took a few steps away and was arguing with whoever was on the phone, he began shaking in his frustration. "No, no no, no, I'm on my way right now! Don't you dare leave, I am going to speak to you, who cares if the fish went bad, we can just as easily get more!" He hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket. "You, Let's go, I have more important things to attend to, and I need a third opinion on my creations." he looked directly at Rosa, ignoring the man entirely. Valentine Marley -- Chatter, then Scatter He'd barely taken two steps when a slender, deceptively strong hand wrapped around his wrist and jerked him backward. Val's first instinct was to rear back and punch whoever was grabbing him, but the idea of dealing with Shades in a fair fight -- or any fight, really -- calmed him down somewhat. (Actually, his first instinct was to scream and try to run, but they didn't really need to know that.)" Lady, I think it would be in my best interest to get the hell away from you two psychos. Now get your hand off of me!" He said, eyes a little wider than normal as shegrowledat him." Sweetheart, I don't know what you felt, but I haven't felt anything but a headache since I laid eyes on you. And yeah, things have definitely changed for the worse; I just found out there are freaks like Marty Medusa over here with magic eyes who canlookpeople to death! Oh, and by the way, dude, if I were you I'd get those things checked out, maybe last or something. Or if you really wanna play Satoshi so bad, just get them removed," Val said, sneering a little. Shades spoke and started to pull down his glasses, just enough to make Val very, very uncomfortable, and Val plastered another grin on his face. "Oh, you're a chef, are you? Gee, how interesting. Maybe I'll give my buddies the Restaurant Guidebook a call, send them over for a little review. I'm sure I can probably convince them to give you, oh, say, half a star, at least."' Ha, damn straight we've got freedom of choice. And I'm exercising mine right now,'Val thought silently as SHA-- ah, Isaacanswered his phone. He turned to walk away again and called back as he moved away." Yeah, buddy. You go play with your little EZ Bake Oven. I got better things to do." Still worried about this man, Rosa reluctantly released his wrist. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she had a nagging feeling in the back of her skull that she should follow him. She shook her head to try to push the feeling from her mind, which it did just enough to ignore for the time being. "Keep a watch at your back." She said, before turning away to step up beside Isaac. Valentine Marley -- Calling it a Night After a couple blocks, Val slowed his pace from frantic to merely irritated, and shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked. His eyes refused to stop darting from person to person as he passed them by, and he couldn't help flinching a little every time he met a stranger's eyes. As he walked, he mentally recited prime numbers in alphabetical order -- a little trick he'd picked up to counter his initial anxiety when he'd first moved to the city.' Damn freaks. Can't decide which one was worse...aw, who the hell am I kidding, it was definitely her; it's always a tragedy when a piece of ass that hot goes cuckoo-Ritchie. Wait, what am I on? Dammit. 11, 5, 9, 19, 1, let's see, 7, 17, uh, 13, 31, 3, 29...' Val kept counting as he moved, brushing alongside a young yuppie prick. He was tempted to fleece the guy just to snatch back a little normalcy in his evening; the asshole was so engrossed in his damn Crack berry, Val could have turned him upside down and shaken him for his wallet without getting pinched. But he just wasn't in the mood anymore. His fingers didn't have their usual itch, and his hands still felt a little sluggish. Better not to risk any more tonight. Unfortunately, Val's meditation was a little too effective; it kept him from re-hashing the night's events, but it also stopped him from noticing he was being followed. Val was almost out of downtown when he ducked down an alley off 38th; a few more blocks would bring him back to his apartment. His stomach rumbled again, and he gave it a downward glance; all the crap that had gone on and hestillhadn't grabbed a bite, dammit.' Forget this. I'm going home, and I'll heat up some damn noodles. This night is not on my side, and I just want to get behind closed doors and sleep till noon. Whole goddamn city's gone crazy...' About midway down the alley, Val stepped in a puddle of...something oozing from the corner of a rusted dumpster, and his foot slid out from beneath him at about a thousand miles an hour. As he'd realize in a few moments, the accident probably saved his life. He went down hard and smashed one knee against the concrete, and his ears rang like church bells." Ah, dammit, what the-!" Val tried to exclaim, but as he clutched at his injured leg he heard a muttered curse behind him, and turned just in time to see a tall man in dark clothes attempting to jerk a baseball bat out of the hole it had just punched in the side of the dumpster. Val fell backward and tried to scuttle away from the attacker as he freed his weapon." Whoa! What the fuck, man?! What the hell is it with guys trying to blindside me tonight? Was there a meeting I missed or something?!" Val said, snarling with pain and fear -- and rising, burning anger. This was the second time tonight he'd been knocked on his ass. There woodnote a third. He staggered back to his feet and dodged a downward strike from A-Rod, but wasn't fast enough to avoid his next attack. A-Rod turned the downswing into a side swing and caught Val in the gut with a solid hit, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Valentine stumbled backward and leaned against the bricks, but his opponent wasn't interested in giving him time to catch his breath. He charged forward, the bat over his shoulder, obviously ready to swing for the bleachers. No time to think, Val lowered his head and slammed himself against the attacker's chest, throwing them both to the ground. The pair wrestled for several minutes, until Val finally managed to jerk the bat away from A-Rod and tossed it aside. He straddled his enemy and grabbed his wrists in each hand, and lowered his face almost nose to nose with the silent man. "You know, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm sensing some real hostility directed my way. Have we met?... I don't owe you money, do I?" Val asked, as his breathing finally slowed back to somewhere in normal's neighborhood. The man remained silent, and simply continued to look up at Val with cold, dark eyes filled with murderous hatred." Look, if this is about that chick I met last week, she said she was single, I swear--" Unfortunately, Val's protest was interrupted as the man finally got one of his hands loose and pulled a small cylinder from his outside jacket pocket. As he aimed it at Val's face, he had just enough time for a single thought before the stream of Mace hit him square in the eyes.' Aw, dammit, not again...' Val screamed in pain and rolled off the man's waist, clawing at his eyes and thrashing about wildly. Through burning, tearful eyes, Val saw his attacker calmly walk down the alley and retrieve his bat and return, slapping the heavy wood against his open palm with each step.' Alright...that is it!' As A-Rod approached, Val let the tension in his muscles shift. His body felt warm all over, as if burning coals had been shoved under his skin. The pain in his eyes started to dull, and his face grew itchy as short, dark fur began to bristle up everywhere. The cartilage in his nose stretched and deformed, and his ears grew lengthier and pointier. The sleeves on his jacket began to bulge as his arms thickened, and sharp spikes of bone with webs of strong, venous cartilage burst through the cheap leather. His chest started to swell, his shoulders widened, and within seconds the thin fabric of his shirt and jacket were overwhelmed and split apart; the shredded garments fell to the concrete in tatters. Val dragged himself back to his feet as his transformation continued, and he was more than a little gratified to see the look of utter terror and despair on A-Rod's face as he dropped his timber. A thick, heavy ruffle of fur sprouted around Val's bare neck, and wicked money claws extended from his inhuman hands. His tongue thinned and elongated inside his mouth as his teeth sharpened into a carnivore's nightmare, and his deep-sunken eyes glowed a vicious, golden red hue. The sound of his jeans ripping at the calves, and the rubber of his shoes popping open as his huge, clawed feet burst free of their vulcanized prison, signified the end of his transformation, and he spread his arms wide to flare out his leathery wings." Alright, Chuckles. How do you feel about a double-header?" Val asked, his voice even more monstrous than his appearance, like the sound of falling shards of glass mixed with the guttural growls of a ravenous beast and the screams of a dying child. He bared his fangs in a feral grin, and his tongue darted out almost four inches from his lips and coiled around itself before snaking back into his mouth." Play ball," he snarled, allowing a thin string of spittle to drool from one side of his slavering jaws. A-Rod turned and ran out of the mouth of the alley, screaming in stark terror.' Hehe. Never fails,'Val thought as he drew himself back up to a more civilized posture. The fur and the wings were already retreating back under his skin, and he growled softly as the bones of his ankles snapped back into place from their previous inversion. As always, the nose and ears were the last to revert, until finally he was just a scrawny, bare-chested, barefoot young man in ragged jeans.' Fuck me, that was close, though. Guess maybe Ray Charles and the Funny Bunny were onto something, after all,'he thought as he clutched his left ribs with one hand and trudged further down the alley. So much for a peaceful night in. He headed home to refresh his wardrobe, and wondered how he was going to find two nuts in a city positively teeming with them. Isaac clenched his fist around the walking stick. He was tempted to turn around and hit the man in the side of the head. He took a few deep breaths, and began walking, he knew that even if he did have friends in the food critic business, Isaac had already received several high scores for his cooking. He didn't realize that his scales had started showing until he calmed down and willed them away. He was frustrated still, the whole night had gone horribly wrong in a very quick amount of time. Furthermore, he hailed a taxi and got in, scooting over so that Rosa could get in, he didn't know if she had or not, but when he heard the cabby asking where to go Isaac told him to head towards a cross street. Isaac relaxed a bit, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. Before he knew it the cab had come to a stop, he handed the driver his card and let him swipe, then tossed a fifty towards the man. "Thank you." He walked up and was instantly greeted by a man who consumed way too much coffee on an hourly basis. "Don't speak, I want the usage and tuna back on, they are good... or was someone stupid and left them out?" He watched the man shiver and nod. "Are you nodded or shaking your head? I'm blind you idiot." The man muttered a yes and Isaac sighed angrily. "You have eighteen hours to find me fresh eel and tuna." Isaac walked towards the service desk and smiled. "Hi, I believe you have a room saved for me, I'm the head of the sushi catering." The two people behind the desk fumbled around quickly, pulling out a key card, and he took it thankfully. Perhaps he would actually get to relax from this night. After a few moments of staring after the man who had just departed, Rosa turned and followed Isaac silently, getting into the vehicle beside him. It was a rank little vehicle that smelled of old cheese and B.O. but Rosa barely took notice. She watched the people and buildings go by her as they drove, still fascinated with this city. When he got out of the car, she followed him into the great building. He did seem to be a rather important person as the people he talked to were very subservient and did not argue with him. He got a card from the people behind a counter and Rosa was a bit confused. That was a key? How couldthatbe a key? Not quite sure what else to do, she just continued to follow him, unaware of if he realized she was or not. Valentine Marley -- Uptown"Hang on, Ritchie, let me grab a -- Ritchie, Holden, dammit, I'm-yeowch! Donna-!" Val cursed as he stubbed a toe on the iron bed frame, and hopped toward the kitchen counter to find a spare notepad. He'd managed to get back to the apartment without further incident, and decided to give his friend Ritchie Farming a call. Ritchie worked the Society pages for a couple of upper-crust news rags, and he had connections with a lot of the grunts in the restaurant and hotel industry. Val figured from Isaac's partial phone conversation and the way he and whatshername were dressed, they were probably heading to an upscale event somewhere, and if that was so, Ritchie would be the man to know who and where. He gave his buddy a brief description of Isaac and told him to call back when he had the info. After a few minutes, Ritchie had called him back with the address, and eager as always to know how he was going to get paid back. "So, you met Isaac Cellos? He's a pretty hot commodity, man; I've heard rumors they're talking about giving him his own cooking show, right up there with Bobby Flay! Hey, hey, are you going down there right now? You on the guest list or something? Any chance you could get your old pal Ritchie in with you? They say his sushi is to die for!"" Huh. Yeah, I'm sure it's delicious, Rich. I'm sorry man, but I'm already crashing the gate as is. I'll see if I can get you a few shots, though. Thanks, partner. Catch you in the funnies, NEH?" Val said, hanging up.' Sushi to die for? Pfft, yeah, right. I'd like to California 'roll' his sorry ass,'he thought with a snort. He pulled a new T-shirt on and slipped into his spare jacket, virtually identical to his old one but with a few more rips and frays in strategically unnecessary places. He'd learned a long time ago the wisdom of buying extra copies; it wasn't cheap, but it kept people from asking questions when he showed up somewhere in clothes different than he'd been seen in only an hour before. He eyed the shredded remains he'd brought home of his previous outfit, sitting bundled on one corner of the bed; he'd have to dispose of them later. Furthermore, he rifled through the ripped jacket pockets and withdrew the money he'd swiped earlier and deposited the green in his faded leather wallet, finished dressing and was out the door. Furthermore, he considered going directly to the address Rich had given him, but after a little thought Val decided to make a little detour to pick up a little something special. Furthermore, he had no idea if it would work or not, but figured it wouldn't hurt to have on hand. Almost an hour later, Val walked into the lobby of the building Ritchie had pointed him to, and gave a low whistle. The place was crowded, bustling, and not at all comfortable. Rich, high-class socialites and high-powered politicos were busily rubbing elbows and doing...whatever it was they did; Val could practically smell the money on the air. He looked around for the Deluded Duo, but no dice. Then he spotted the service desk near the back wall -- clear on the other side of the crowd. Well, he did need some service... His denims and leather were about as out of place in this sea of designer labels as a chainsaw in an orchestra, but he'd be long ago mastered the art of being unnoticeable. Val strode through the crowds, confident, his head up but not deigning to meet anyone's eyes, keeping his breathing slow and his body language tight. It was always the same: don't give them anything to notice, and they wouldn't. Simple as that. He reached the desk and leaned forward slightly, one elbow resting on the polished, gleaming wood, and waited. And waited. And continued waiting, for nearly a full ten minutes, before the attractive little brunette finally realized he wasn't about to go away on his own and looked up from her computer screen. "Yes sir, can I help you?" She asked, her voice a charmingly bland mingling of boredom, irritation and artificial chippers that the building's owners no doubt forcibly injected into their employees intravenously during lunch breaks. Val gave her his best sunny smile and pulled a worn press badge from his back pocket. Flashing the badge, Val leaned a little closer and spoke quietly to the woman. "Hey there, I'm Ritchie Farming, with The Tribunal. I understand you're hosting a little soirée here tonight, and I'm here to conduct an interview with the caterer, a Mr. Isaac Cellos? I have it under good authority that he's staying on the premises, but here's the thing: my editor made the arrangements for this interview with Mr. Cellos, but he forgot to get the room number, so I was really hoping you could take a quick look and tell me where I can find the man of the hour? If it's not too much trouble? Pretty please, with a bowlful of cherries?" He said with a grin and a conspiratorial wink. His smile widened when he noticed the girl's growing blush, and drummed his fingers idly on the counter as she tapped on her keyboard. "Well, I'm really not supposed to give out guests' room numbers, but... Mr. Cellos is staying in Room 614," she said, a shy grin threatening to break through her staid demeanor. Val thumped his fist against the counter triumphantly and jumped over the counter to plant a playful peck on the girl's cheek. "Thanks a lot, doll, you really are an angel!" He said with a smile, as her blushing grin finally broke through and lit up her face. Valentine waded through the crowd to the elevator and waited patiently until the middle doors *CHING*'ed open and let its passengers spill forth around him, like water flowing around a stone, then boarded the empty car and pressed "6".' At the Copa, Copa Cabana, the hottest spot north of Havana,'Val sang along under his breath, tapping one foot in time with the choppy muzak that piped in from the tinny speaker overhead as he ascended. On the sixth floor, Val wandered the halls for a few minutes before finally locating room 614. Before knocking, he took a moment and withdrew from his inside jacket pocket the reason for his earlier detour; it had taken nearly an hour and a trip to six different stores, but he'd finally found what he was looking for. He knocked urgently with one hand and pushed the mirrored shades up on his nose, making sure his eyes were completely covered by the reflective glass. He wasn't about to get caught by Shadesthistime, no sir. Isaac was silent, he pushed the button on the elevator and waited for the doors to open again, it was just him and Rosa. He looked over at her and said nothing. When the doors opened he walked out and walked into his room, holding it open for Rosa before closing it. He took off his glasses and sighed, Isaac pulled out a filter and put a pot on for tea, he sat on the couch and glanced around the suite. "To think that a blind man would need all this... he." He looked over to Rosa and smiled gently. "Are you hungry?" Isaac got up and heard the knocking on the door before he grabbed the phone, he groaned stomped over towards her. "Who is it?' he looked through the peephole then sighed, a little green glow could be seen from other side of the peephole before he stepped away. 'Go away, idiot." He walked away before going back to the phone, he looked over at Rosa, 'Don't open the door." he rang up the front desk and asked for security to escort the man outside his door with as much as needed. With a small smirk on his face he moved to peek out the hole again, wanting to watch a bit. Valentine Marley -- Like Talking to a Wall Val's eyes widened in disbelief behind the reflective lenses, and he folded his arms tight over his chest. In frustration, he gave the door a hard stomp with one foot. "What! Shut the hell up and open this door! I've had a bad freakin' night since I met you, and it ain't-" Val heard mumbling from within the room, and he pressed one ear to the door. Sounded like... Aw, hell, no." Hey! I heard that! Did you just call Security on me?! You asshole! You better open this door, or I'm going to break it down, I swear I will! And when I get in there, I'm going to tear you apart and put you in your own damn sushi rolls, you...you...you little sawed-off, egg-sucking reptile!" Valentine reached up and tore the sunglasses away and squinted sharply as he tried to peer in through the peep-hole. Of course, he saw nothing, but heknewIsaac was on the other side, looking out at him. He slammed his palm against the door again, and felt the heavy frame rattle a little under the strike. Further down the hall another door opened, and a tall, extraordinarily attractive redhead stuck her head out into the hallway, an irritated look on her face. When Val noticed her, he flashed her a sheepish grin and leaned casually on the door for a moment." Heh, sorry about the noise. I, uh, lost my key. Just a little tiff with the girlfriend," he said, pointing at the door and nodding awkwardly. "Say, are you staying here long? Maybe we could meet up in the bar downstairs later, I'll buy you a drink?" The woman rolled her eyes and withdrew back into her own room, slamming the door shut hard. "Ok, that's cool. Maybe some other time!" Val called with a wave. He turned his attention back to the door in front of him and squared his jaw. So the jerk wasn't going to let him in? Fine. Val had a feeling that Miss Tall, Dark and Loony would overrule him -- if she was there, that was. He lowered his voice and added a little smokiness to his tone. "Hey, in there. You in there, cutey? Come on, beautiful, why don't you cut a guy a break here? Tell your boyfriend to stop being such a dick and let me in. What do you say?" He was pretty sure he heard Mr. Smarmy snickering inside." Aw, come on, lady. Look, I'm sorry I didn't come with you the first time you asked, alright? But I nearly got my head taken off a little while ago by Brooklyn's answer to Barry Bonds, and I got a feeling you might know something about it. So how about it, gorgeous? Open up, huh?" Still nothing." Alright, look, Promise won't beat the shit out of your pet cook, alright?" Val said, glancing back as the elevator *Ding*ed. Probably hotel security coming to give him an intimate tour of the emergency stairwell -- by throwing him down it. "Hey, if you need to think it over, can you at least let me in first? I think it's about to get crowded out here..." Rosa walked slowly towards the door, not wanting to irritate Isaac more, but not wanting to lose the other man for he was one of them as well. She walked up behind Isaac and put one hand gently on his back, the other on the doorknob." Isaac. Let him in. If he gives us more problems, we will make him leave. For now, let him come in and talk." She said softly, looking up at him. "If he gives us more problems I will help you make him leave." Isaac groaned and stepped away, 'Do what you want, not like I give a damn." He stepped away and went back to his work in kitchen, pulling the tea away and placed out three mugs, pouring a little into each. He grabbed sugar, honey and cream to take the table, he set everything down and scratched the back of his head as he went to the window, his eyes glowing brighter because of the moonlight. Furthermore, he cracked his knuckles before turning around and grabbing his tea, squirting honey and pouring cream into his tea. Furthermore, he stuck his finger in and swirled it around before taking a sip. 'Sweet perfection... "

The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP (REMADE)-Please see OOC before posting!|rating:4.0

The beauty and her beast (me and Hoogie)

(Calloway stepped off from the plane, her parents already to the car that had met them at the airport in London England. This was only the first leg of her journey as her parents had thought giving their seventeen-year-old daughter some "culture" was to risk her off to some dank old village in England where no one would know her. She was a reigning beauty pageant winner but here no one would ever know. Did she really want them to know? A part of her said yes when the other part of her said no. In any plain sense of the word, she was torn." Alyssa gets down here will you please!" Jordan called for his daughter. "You're holding us up!" Rolling her eyes, Alyssa made her way over to the car just as a roll of thunder clasped above her head and rain started to fall. "Great, the weather fits the mood I guess." She mumbled as she picked up the pace. Try as she might, the rain still drenched her before she had gotten into the car, her red silk mini was now a deeper shade and ruined. "Lovely, care to make my life any more miserable father?" She asked with an arrogant raise of her brow." Stop being so dramatic Alyssa." Sabine said to her stepdaughter. "It's not like you can't find some good about being in this charming little country." Sabine had married her father when Alyssa was just a baby. Her mother divorcing her father to marry another man, one much, much poorer which Alyssa had never been able to understand. She had given up Alyssa as well, telling her that it was much better for her to go where she would have the better life. And for the most part, she'd had a great life. Until now that was." Besides, where we are going will give a beauty queen like you the perfect opportunity to expand your horizons. Do you have any idea what it's like to walk down a runway in England." Sabine sounded as if she was about to have an orgasm on the spot." Control yourself Sabine, one would think you were fucking the car seat the way you were talking." Alyssa said, earning an indignant huff from her stepmother." Alyssa that was uncalled-for!" Jordan snapped at his daughter. "You apologize right now!"" But!" She protested." Now Alyssa, I don't care how bad you feel about being here, there is no reason for you to be rude like this! Now apologize." He scolded her as if talking to a small child." Fine." She crossed her arms and sat back in a huff. "Sorry Sabine." The rest of the car ride went in silence and when they reached the little ferry that would take them on to the remote village on the other side of the lake, she stepped out on to the boat, looking out over the water and wondered, just what was this new 'adventure' her parents had insisted on would bring her. (grunted as he looked across the room, dimly lit by one single candle on the table, the flickering light only barely revealing the torn curtains, paintings, the deep scrapes on the walls of his claws. Often he had vented his anger in this room, nearly everything that could be broken or scarred, was. He was no longer able to look at his former self as it was portrayed on the painting, maddening anger swelling inside of him every time he did. This was what he was. A beast, cursed for all eternity to be so. He recalled many occasions where he would tear the curtains, the drapes, the paintings apart. This day was no different, he had lost another one. There was only one hope for him and the rest of the inhabitants of this castle. The one chance that the enchantress had given him to regain his original self. If he could find love for a woman, and she could see past his looks and fall in love with the person behind the beast, the spell would be undone. How long had it been since that fateful night, the night that changed him into this-this thing? He wondered, his sense for time had all bit evaporated. Days seemed like months to him, yet on other occasions he would come to the conclusion that weeks had passed without keeping track of it. That was what his agonizing loneliness did to him, all he ever saw were his servants, and the insides of his dark, accursed castle. Even the halls and stairs themselves of his grand, magnificent castle seemed to heave under the enchantress' spell. Where once stood graceful statues of angelic figures, now stood their twisted counterparts, vile demonic stone monsters, nearly as hideous as he himself was. The beast pieced his memories back together, going back to the night that turned his life, and that of everyone in the castle, around. He hoped to cling on to his sanity by doing this, remembering how he once was, lest he would become the beast in his own mind as well. He recalled his past life as a prince, living in this once, glorious castle. Furthermore, he had everything his heart desired, it seemed as everyone around him lived to his every whim. Despite all of this, he was spoiled, and unkind to everyone he met. One night, he bone chilling heard cries come from the forest, along with the howling of a pack of wolves. Soon after, he saw an old woman running across the bridge towards the doors of his castle from atop his balcony above. The woman cried out to the prince to let her in, claiming to be chased by wolves. The prince chuckled slightly and simply shrugged, thinking it would be better that the wolves would tear a worthless old woman like that apart than that they would satiate their hunger on a younger person. The woman cried out once more for his aid, but the prince simply shouted down that he could not care less. The very moment that the price was about to turn his back and leave this vagabond to her fate, he was distracted by a flash of blinding white light int the darkness of the night. As he gazed back down on the bridge, he found no trace of the vagabond, an enchantress of extraordinary beauty standing in her place. She told the prince that there was no compassion in his heart, and that his exterior had to match his interior. Before the prince was able to apologize, the enchantress placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who dwelled within, twisting it to the image of the arrogant, spoiled prince. He himself, was turned into a beast with an appearance that was hideous beyond belief. The only way to revert the spell, the enchantress told him, was to find love in his heart for a woman, and show her that he was worth love as well. The beast could not place a date on these events, though they must have been years ago. The memory of his own human face in the mirror had almost faded, and the beast had lost hope for the spell to break through the years. Many young women had been ensnared by him, all of them to reel away in disgust at his appearance and flee at the first opportunity they had. So too, had his latest hope fled from the castle that night, instigating the overwhelming feeling of despair in the beast, which he could only convert to rage... Alyssa stormed out of the manor her father had bought at the top of the village, what gave them the right to tell her what to do? If she had already been eighteen, like she was about to turn in less then a week she would be able to get the hell out of here. Breaking out into a run, throwing her purse over her neck to hold it in place she made her way towards the ruins that she had once come across while walking. She had decided at a later point to actually investigate them and now seemed like a perfect time to her. What she didn't know was she was not alone on this particular trek into the woods. Ardulene, the mystic who had turned the beast into what he was all those centuries ago followed silently behind the girl. She had been watching her, just as she had watched the prince all those years ago, and she could see so many similarities in both of them. They both needed to learn that the world did not revolve around them, that other people and their feelings did matter. As the girl entered the ruins that had once been the beasts castle, eroded by time after its master had perished, she began weaving her spell. "Through space and time, I beckon thee, change her fate to join with the beast!" She called out. Alyssa had decided to enter the ruins, her feet covered with some flip-flops, her legs protected by a pair of faded blue jeans and her top covered by a white tank top with some lace just peeking out of the top of it. She didn't hear the chant from the mystic and as her feet froze into place, she gasped. She tried with all her might to move, but for some unknown force could not, and soon she felt as if she was going to be dizzy as the ruins began to spin around her. "What's happening?" She asked no one, her voice horrified as the ruins began to rebuild as if time was going backwards on her. How she didn't know, but it took in her mind all of five minutes for the castle to fully reform around her. Her hair blowing in the unknown breeze until she was suddenly standing in a dimly lit castle, candlelight illuminating all around her. Where was she? Had she hit her head? She felt her head for any tender spots, anything that would tell her what had happened but nothing showed. "H... Hello?" She called out, her tentative voice echoing through the castle. "Is anyone there? I... I think I'm lost." "What's that, who's there?" A voice would call out from the shadows in the castle, soon after that a broomstick hopped out of the shadows. Strangely enough, it had two arms, and even a mouth and eyes. What was even more strange was that it gasped as soon as it saw the young woman, and started to talk quickly." Oh no, oh no! Who are you? How did you get here? Oh no, this really isn't good. You mustn't be here, the master will not be pleased if he sees an intruder in the castle. He is enraged as it is already!" The broom spoke furiously." What is all this racket?" A second voice would call, quickly revealing where it came from. A talking chandelier joining the broom. It fell silent as it regarded the young woman, knowing what the issue was, raising an eyebrow at the strange clothes the girl would be wearing. "Oh, no, you must be on your way, before the master sees you!"it spoke, attempting to guide the woman out of the great doors of the castle, gesturing frantically at it.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Beast felt something Stir in his castle, as if the entire building quivered for a few seconds. Perhaps it had been just his imagination, but he thought he felt the same feeling he had when the castle and himself were transformed that night. A feeling he would never forget, the sensation of magic. It could be because he himself was altered by the enchantress' spell that he was aware of something, or it could be his heightened senses that he had in this state, whatever the case, he knew magic had just been used, only making him more curious to what sort of spell might have been cast. The chance was actually rather small that the spell was beneficial, The Beast thought, for what kind of luck could possibly befall him? Added to that thought, was the was already enraged with past events: the girl that had fled his castle. He grabbed the long, wide cloak that was the only piece of clothing that still fitted him. In ages past, it was a regal, long red cloak, though thanks to the use over the years, it was now little more than a rag. It served its purpose of protecting him from the cold and giving him some amount of decency, but that was it. His fur however, covered his entire body, also having little need for other clothes. Walking on both his hands and his legs, The Beast made its way through the dark corridors and hallways of the castle, using his heightened senses to pick up anything that would be out of the ordinary. The enchanted armor suits saluted the giant, hulking beast that walked past them, still regarding him as their lord and master, though they themselves were nothing more than hollow shells with a consciousness. Then again, so was he, he suddenly realized. As he drew closer to the hallway, he could hear voices, those of his servants, he thought. Although then a voice entered his mind that he did not recognize, that of a woman. It was not one he had already heard, so it could not be a girl that had been to the castle before. This could only mean one thing, the woman was an intruder, and he did not take kindly on intruders. Despite his grand frame, The Beast prowled closer to where the voices were, hoping to get a good view of the intruder, hiding himself in the shadows of the but barely lit castle, his cloak helping him to mask his presence. Alyssa nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice respond to her and as the creature came out, her blue eyes widened. Had she somehow ended up in some freakish Disney nightmare? "Who am I? Who are you!" She demanded, backing up until she hit the wall as panic started to settle inside of her. "No, this can't be happening. I just need to wake up, this isn't real." She muttered to herself and as a chandelier going the conversation, telling her she needed to get out before the master saw her, she snorted. "I would only be so happy to if you would show me the door. I don't know how I got here, but honestly I would be more than happy to leave this freak show." She looked around for any sign of which door would lead her out of this nightmare. She seemed to recall that pinching would wake a person up so she reached up and pinched her bare shoulder hard. "Ow!" She gasped out as she rubbed her shoulder. "Okay, so I'm not asleep so where the hell am I?" She asked so very confused but unaware of the horrors that were lurking in the shadows for her. As she looked around the foyer or room what ever she was in, she saw it looked elegantly done but almost dark in manner. Who lived here? Was it some beast like in the movies she had seen? Had someone kidnapped her and brought her to some crazy movie set? Yes that had to be it! She stepped away from the wall and a small smile appeared on her lips." Okay dad, Sabine, you win. I give." She said, thinking now that this was all some sort of joke, that there couldn't possibly be any other reason why she was in this crazy place. "You can take off the stupid costumes and come out now!" The talking pieces of furniture looked worried about a while as they could not understand nor explain the presence of the woman before them. Neither of them knew where to start explaining either to the girl who they were, where she was or what was going on. They were just about to shove the girl towards the exit of the grand hall before they were interrupted by a fierce and bone chilling growl coming out of the shadows. Both of them froze instantly, too afraid to even make move or utter but a syllable. The Beast growled fiercely as the girl had just insulted him, his castle and his servants. Who was she to judge them as she looked so oddly like that? His howls filled the hall and perhaps even resonated through the whole castle. Clearly, this was not one of his better days, rather, it was on of his worst, unfortunately for the girl."OH, I MOST DEFINITELY WILL COME OUT NOW!." The Beast growled with a low, thundering voice as he left out of the shadows into the brim light of the candles with a speed that would not have been expected from a great creature the size and mass of him. The light would illuminate his most prominent features, fierce red eyes that were fixed on the female intruder, a great, muscular body that would be able to tear down trees without much effort and two strong horns protruding out of his head that would be able to impale a wild boar. The Beast frantically circled around the female, like a predator would circle around his prey, ready to strike at any time. The two servants already having withdrawn from the scene, not wanting to invoke the dreadful wrath of their master any further." Where have you come from!? Why are you here?! You-have NO BUSINESS HERE!" The beast would shout almost straight into the girls ears, his deafening voice resounding through the hall as he barely gave the girl time to answer. As he'd snarl and snort out of impatience and rage, she would no doubt also notice his long fangs, capable of tearing through chain mail. Alyssa was happy when it looked like they were going to show her the way out when a growl as if some wild animal resonated through the castle, and it made her freeze in fright. That definitely was not her father or her stepmother. The voice she heard before she saw it made her blood chill in her veins and she felt the icy grip of terror consume her as she saw the beast for the first time. "A.... Alyssa Cromwell." She said after finding her voice as he demanded to know who she was and why she was there. "I don't know how I got here and if you would just let me on my way, I can assure you I won't be coming back." She said in a trembling voice. When he shouted at her, she covered her ears. "You don't need to shout you know!" She snapped back, not realizing this probably was not the wisest retort." Look, all I remember is walking through some castle remains and something happened to bring me here. I would more than love to be away from here and you as fast as possible so if you would have these freaks from my obviously crazy Disney nightmare show me the door I will be happy to leave you to your unruly self." she narrowed her eyes at him. She knew she wasn't dreaming so that left what? A hallucination brought on by heat stroke maybe? She didn't really know but she as more than ready for it to over with. The replies of the girl did not satisfy the Beast, quite the contrary, it did exactly the opposite. Despite his ferocious first impression that he had given her, she still dared to tell him not to shout at her. Who did she think she was? This was HIS castle, she was the intruder. For all he cared, he should rip her apart right now for trespassing and for being so stubborn to talk back to him. Despite his rage and the girl's stubbornness, The Beast was not yet blinded enough to not notice the exceptional beauty of the woman that stood before him, it might just as well be the most beautiful one he had ever seen. At least, he could not remember having seen one such as pretty before. His eyes, seething with rage, flow up and down the woman's body, thoroughly inspecting her features as images would start to form in his mind." You're not going ANYWHERE! Intruders need to pay the price for their crime." The Beast growled as he suddenly and without warning attempted to grab the girl by her waist with his enormous paw. If he'd be able to grab her, he'd push the girl to the ground with a force that she would not be able to withstand. As he'd be so close to her, she'd feel his warm breath on her skin." You'll stick around for a bit longer than planned." He would say as soon as he would have pinned her to the ground, nearly crushing her with his force. Alyssa gasped as he said intruders needed to pay the price for their crime as his paw came out to grab her suddenly and without warning she was pushed to the ground and held there. The wind was knocked from her body for a moment, and she could only cough in response to his saying she would be sticking around a bit longer then planned. How could this be happening? One moment she had been looking around a ruin, and now she was being held to the ground by some beast that was probably going to devour her flesh from her bones. What a cruel way to die! She felt a little dizzy and disoriented from hitting the ground as the air finally filled her lungs she began to struggle in his grasp, the pain shooting through her as his weight nearly crushed her." P... Please just let me go, I just want to go home!" She pleaded, her mind reeling about what he would do to her. Little did she know that what he would do to her was the last thing she would have ever thought a beast like him would do to any girl, man or child. She thought he would feast on her flesh, but not in the way he had in mind. "Please, don't eat me! I wouldn't taste very good, I promise to never come back!" It had been a long time for him, way too long. He could've had his way with the previous girl that had visited his castle, but The Beast knew that they would sure not ever be able to bring themselves to love him after that. So he had let them be, in the hope that his sacrifice would not go unnoticed. Now, however, he had begun to lose hope, who could ever love a horror like him? It didn't matter anymore what he did to her, if he behaved like a complete gentleman or like the monster that he looked like, she would never be able to look past his appearance, he thought. The scene of having such a lovely, young and unspoiled girl in his complete control almost made The Beast drool right on the spot. There'd be no escape for her now, she had totally brought him in a state where he could not return from unless his lust was satiated with her luscious body. Her curvy form, her scent, her fearful behavior, her powerlessness to resist his might intoxicated him, made him fume and snort. His eyes feasted on her body for quite a long time as he still pinned her to the ground, not missing any detail of her perfect body. Beneath his fur, he could already feel himself stiffening, revealing itself out of its furry sheath, his member having been neglected for far too long." You're not going anywhere!" The Beast growled straight into her ear, he suddenly noticed where he as, and decided this would not be the best place for his plan. Without too much effort, he would pull the girl off of the floor, and firmly keep her to him as he headed down to the dungeon, where nobody would be able to hear what he was doing to her. This state did give him one benefit, he would be able to lift the girl with about as much effort as lifting a feather, and if she would attempt to resist or even attack him, not much would be able to penetrate his thick hide. As he reached the dungeons, he tossed her bluntly inside of one, not caring for her physical wellbeing (and even less for her mental for that matter), his lusts truly having made him the beast that he appeared to be on the outside, on the inside at the moment as well. Quickly locking the door behind her, he took a moment to look at her figure that would be lying on the ground now, savoring this moment and taking in her lovely scent, both that of her fear and her natural perfume. Alyssa heard the growls, the snorts and it terrified her. He was going to eat her! As he said she wouldn't be going anywhere, she whimpered and closed her eyes preparing for the first bite that didn't come. She peeked through one of her eyes as he moved so fast to pick her up and tossed her over his furry shoulder. Gasping, Alyssa began to scream and hit him, not knowing where he was taking her as he took off into the castle more. She felt the chill of the air as they went down beneath the castle into the dungeon, and she felt tears forming in her eyes. So he wasn't going to eat her, he was going to lock her away and forget about her. As she was tossed to the ground of the cold and dank dungeon she gasped, grasping her head as pain shot through it. She heard the door lock but hadn't realised as she lay there dazed and confused, that he was still there with her. "P... Please, I just want to go home!" She sobbed as she curled up, not looking at the door so she didn't yet see the Silhouette of the beast in the cell with her. Had she known what he had planned for her, she would have been even more terrified but for now, all she could think of was she was to be forgotten and suffer a painful death at the hands of a sadistic beast. ((Sorry for the late reply :s))She was alone now, alone with him, and totally within his might. There would be nothing that she could do to resist him, no escape, no excuses, no hope to derail his plans. The feeling of might over his victim only strengthened his lust, if that was even possible. Slowly, The Beast got to his feet, standing on his hind legs. As he didn't wear any clothes, his member was now revealed, being half-erect already. It easily measured up to twelve inches already, and that was even when it was in this state. She would look at it, he was sure, she would know what would be coming, but there was no escape for her anymore. The only way to make this endurable, was to enjoy it herself as well, though that was not one of his concerns at all, quite the contrary, he was thinking how he would pleasure himself the most, wondering how to begin. He loomed over her as he stepped closer to her, his cock not too far distanced from her. His sharp, powerful claws hooked into the laces of her odd clothing, quickly ripping off her top and shredding it into tiny pieces, along with her bra. He didn't care if he would hurt her in this process, he merely wanted to expose her body as quickly as possible to him. Without hesitating any further, his claws also hooked into her jeans, and he ferociously tore them off of her. He was not disappointed by what he saw, not at all. Now that his prize was fully revealed to him, his shaft grew larger and stiffer, quickly reaching its full size. His fierce gaze flowed over her exposed body for a few moments, savoring the moment of how he was going to defile the innocence and pride of this girl. His cock already throbbed in anticipation, its rather large purple head seeming to have a heartbeat of it own, almost. A small drop of precut would drip from its cleft onto the floor, more drops appearing and signalling all the more how much inevitable all of this was. ((it's okay lol))Alyssa heard the movement over by the door to her cell and looked up in time to see the beast stand up on its hind legs. Her eyes widened in horror as she spotted his cock springing towards her and though it was there, she could also see that it was only semi erect. Pushing herself up, she moved to try and flee, but there was nowhere to go, and he was by far too fast for her. Before she knew it, he was before her and ripping off her top. Alyssa screamed as her bra was ripped from her body and her breasts spilled out for his perusal. He wasn't exactly being kind to her and his claws did cut into her skin, though not deep it was enough to sting and the blood to come out a little bit. Once her pants and panties had been ripped from her body together, it left her naked before the beast, and she realised now what was going to happen to her as his cock became fully erect. "Oh god p...please don't." she said as she sobbed, her eyes never leaving the monster of a cock he had staring back at her. There was no possible way she could fit him inside of her, could she? No, he would rip her in two not to mention she had never had any cock inside of her before, so this was more terrifying for her. ’S...stay away please." She said backing more against the wall, trying to hide her body from him as best as she could. The Beast stood motionless before her for a few moments, enjoying the sight of his prey frantically attempting to cover herself up before him. It was to no avail, and this only helped to arouse him all the more. Knowing that she was ashamed of her body possible indicated that this girl was not very experienced in these matters, who knew, perhaps he would even be her first, he'd have the prize of ushering her into a new phase, where she as no longer unspoiled. There was no time to waste any longer, if he would not have his way with her now, he felt as if he would explode, unable to satiate his lust. He grabbed her arms, and spread them, no longer allowing her to shield her body from his eyes, pinning them to the wall behind her. His red eyes stared into hers for a brief moment, enough to let her see how animalistic and savage he was at that point, before he turned his gaze to her luscious breasts. As he was standing so close to her, his cock was pressed against her stomach, making her feel the hard meaty shaft rub against her. The drops of precut were smeared over her stomach as he pressed himself further against her, his hot, irregular breathing warming her cheeks. The, longer than human, tongue of The beast was extended from his mouth as he tasted his prize, licking her cheeks, her lips and her neck, dragging the rather rough thing across her skin and leaving a small layer of saliva. This would no doubt possibly give her the impression that he was still going to eat her, even more so as his teeth brushed dangerously close against her neck, making her aware of how sharp they actually are by giving her a slight nibble. His attention was then turned to her breasts as he lifted her up slightly from the ground, his paws under her armpits and still grasping them firmly to make her unable to resist, positioning her tits right in front of his mouth. He trailed his tongue downwards over her body, from her neck to her breasts, as he made it worship every curve of those orbs, barely missing a spot. The tip of his tongue circled around her nipple, caressing the sensitive areola. It seemed as if were the mere taste of a woman's body would be able to push him over the edge, as he dragged out these actions for quite some time, blissfully cherishing every second of it. Forced to stand as he pulled her arms away from her to keep her from being able to cover herself up, and she looked up into his terrifying face, whimpering. "P...please just let me go." She sobbed out. She knew he wouldn't, that he was going to keep her here until he had what he wanted. Furthermore, she could feel his cock against her stomach and the precut seeping out against her and closed her eyes, it was going to be impossible for her to believe this was happening to her, that she was truly about to be eaten by a beast, but she knew it was going to happen, deep inside of her she knew she couldn't stop him. She groaned as his tongue slid over her cheeks, turning her face and closing her eyes shut hard so she didn't have to look at him as he trailed his disgusting tongue down her neck as he tasted her. The fact that his teeth grazed her skin made her whimper even louder. This was it.... he was going to take his first bite of her....she was sure of it. She gasped as the teeth nibbled her flesh, a small yip came from her just after the gasp. Her eyes shot open as she felt him raising her up off the ground and his tongue slid down towards her breasts where he began licking her breast as if trying to stimulate her. She looked at him confused as he circled her nipple, making it hard to his attention. Was he not going to eat her? But then why.....then it dawned on her. He wasn't going to eat her....he was going to rape her. "N.no!" She pleaded as she tried to struggle in his grasp. Her eyes shot to the cock that was pressing against her, he was huge and there was no possible way she could take him in. He would surely rip her in half and the thought was terrifying. The beast growled and grunted in pleasure and victory, having such a beauty whimper and shiver at his every touch. No matter how afraid, shocked or terrified she would be, it would only help to power his lust and urge going further. This was as good as it got, the moment before he took away her pride and honor, the few seconds in which she knew what was coming, would try to find a way out and would still not be able to accept the inevitable. He knew full well that what he was doing to her probably wouldn't stimulate her at all, but he didn't quite care about that. No matter how difficult or painful it'd be for her, he'd force his way inside of her anyway., so she might as well warm up to the idea and start to enjoy all of this. If not, she was quite literally in for a rather rough ride. The beast snorted as the girls taste and scent drove him to new heights, his cock ejaculated a new, small jet of precut because of this, soaking his cock head and her stomach in the lubricating liquid. One of his massive paws released her arm, and moved to her chin, grabbing her neck beneath it and holding her still against the wall, though not strangling or choking her. His other and moved to her legs and stroked slowly upwards in between her inner thighs, parting her lag while he positioned her body so that his massive shaft was now pressing against her lower body. This meant that she would now be able to attack him with her arms, but the Beast doubt that she would dare to do so, also, her attacks wouldn't really do any damage anyway. The great purple head of his dick prodded against her folds as he moved closer to her, the big orb already having difficulties entering her. The Beast grunted in pleasure at this tightness, and thrust his hips forwards while pinning the girl to the wall, letting the round tip of his dick sink into her womanhood slowly until it had fully disappeared inside of her. She could feel the pre-cum coating her stomach even more and Alyssa was disgusted by the idea of his cum coating her body. She knew now what he wanted and was going to do to her. Furthermore, she would have been a fool if she hadn't. When he grabbed her neck, holding her still against the wall she tried hitting his arms, anything to make him drop her. Though she wouldn't be able to get away, of this she knew. She felt his paw between her legs and she whimpered, her head being forced to look at him, all she could do was close her eyes. Her eyes however shot open as she felt the head of his giant cock at her entrance. "N...no y...you're too big!" She sobbed trying to kick away, but she knew there was nothing she could do as his large cock head pushed in past her resistance. "AHHHHHH!" She screamed as his cock head fully entered her tight, virgin sheath, and she could feel her walls painfully stretch around him. This was beyond anything she could have imagined and this certainly wasn't how she had envisioned losing her virginity. Yet here she was, being painfully, slowly impaled onto the giant cock of a cruel beast. "P...pull it out p...please pull it out! It hurts, oh god it hurts!" She sobbed, there was nothing she could do but lay there and take it, every painful inch of his big, bulbous cock. ((been a long time, sorry))The hits he received from her arms, legs, and anything else, The Beast took no more notion of it than a normal human being would take note to a fly crawling over his or her arm. At first, he was slightly put off as her eyes were closed for a second, no longer having that fearful gaze look at him with such intensity. Luckily, his disappointment was short lived as when he started to penetrate her, they shot right open again, perhaps even with more fear in them than before, or so The Beast believed. He had penetrated several women before in this state, but unfortunately for him, none of them had appeared to be virgins anymore, so this was quite the experience for him as well. His cock sunk deeper and deeper in between her folds, as he attempted to shove as much of his length in as was possible. The girl was even tighter than he had anticipated, her walls wrapping around his cock like a shift glove, making it difficult, but all the more pleasurable, for him to enter her. It was a good thing for the still very unfortunate girl that his cock had produced so much precut, easing the penetration by a small amount. By now he should probably have torn through her hymen, as he thought to have been aware of some slight resistance. The thought suddenly occurred to him that he might rip her if he kept this up, but that one rational thought was quickly overwhelmed by his lust, continuing to thrust his monstrous member in all the way until he could not further, no doubt touching her cervix by now. The Beast's cock was embedded about halfway into her when he could go no further, thus he started to pull back out and thrust back in, not as fast he would, be liked however, as due to the girth of his pole he had to let the girl adjust to it to some small degree, otherwise things would start to get truly unpleasant. Looking down, his fierce, lustfully eyes noticed that he could see the bulge in her lower body that was his cock, his penetration of her even being visible on the outside as he started to build a steady rhythm, increasing in speed gradually with every thrust into her, where his cock head might slam against her cervix. ((it's okay, I don't expect you to post daily or what ever, just post when you can :P))She had felt the tear of her hymen with his thrusts, but as she was already in a lot of pain from his giant cock entering her pussy, it didn't hurt any worse than what she was already feeling with him sliding in and out of her. The blood from her hymen breaking as well as a minimal amount of tearing was lubricating his cock enough to ease the pain inside of her. But it still didn't help her mind as she felt his cock hitting her cervix. The pain seemed to become almost numb after a while, and she could only find the strength to lay there while he took his pleasure of her body, her breasts bouncing with every wild thrust into her." P...please stop." She begged sobbingly, the horror on her face from what was happening to her. She was being violently raped by some monster from a crazy story book, this was not happening. Her mind kept trying to grasp the situation, what would he do to her once he got his pleasure. Then another thought crossed her mind, would he keep her here as some sex slave, and could it be possible to get her pregnant? She hoped not, the though of having some beast for a child scared the shit out of her. Even if she could have tried to close her legs, the girth of his cock was far too big to allow her to do such. She was inevitably spread wide for his easy access, unable to do anything other than plead with him to stop and let her go. Though something told her, that would not be happening anytime soon. ((Some people do :p))Not even hearing the girl's whimpering plea at this stage, he would not have responded to it anyhow, his entire world only being the feeling of his cock as it was engulfed and squeezed so tightly by the walls of her pussy. Normally he knew of himself that he was able to last quite a long time inside a woman, but this was differently. Even though the torment for this girl would probably have felt like an eternity, he himself knew that he was drawing close to his end, as his cock started to throb inside of her, preparing for the stream that was about to burst out of it. His grunts and groans increased with every thrust, as did his speed. He quivered on his hind legs as his vision started to blur, panting heavily now, though his endurance did not waver a bit. His shivering nature signalled that he was rather close to releasing his load in the coming minutes, and yet, he seemed to show no intention whatsoever to pull out, having no regard whatsoever towards what the consequences might be if he unleashed himself within her. Right now, the last thing that would enter his mind would be the possibility of giving life to a child within her, being way too occupied with getting as much pleasure out of deflowering this girl as he could. As the girl should have adjusted to his girth more by now, he began to slam into her with all of his might and strength, as if trying to get his entire length into her, even though he knew such a thing would never be possible, each thrust slamming against her cervix and possibly even having it give way under the force. ((You'll learn I'm not like most people hon, but FYI, I will be out of town for a week come this Friday.)) The increased thrusts made Alyssa cry and scream at the pain, yes it had ebbed a bit from the movement, but it hadn't made it pleasurable when he sped up into her and as her body bounced on his cock. She could feel him slamming into her cervix, making it hurt even more until she felt the pop of her cervix giving way and pulling him in even deeper inside of her. "AAAAA!" She cried out as her back arched, trying to pull herself away from the onslaught he was doing to her body. She didn't know he was so close to cumming, even if she did, she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Furthermore, she could never stop a beast such as this from doing what he wanted to her body and with him being buried so deep into her womb, it made the possibility of pregnancy all the more real though she wasn't thinking about that right now, all she thought of was making the pain stop. Her legs flailed with every thrust of his powerful hips as he forced his cock in and out of her tiny body with no regard for her pain or pleasure. Not that she could imagine having any pleasure from this monster. No, she knew he took her for only his own pleasure. She could only hope that soon, soon it would end, and he would let her go. Though she didn't really think he would, she only hoped, and it was that hope that was really keeping her from doing something to make him kill her in the end of it all. ’S....stop please....no more." She pleaded once more, hoping he would take mercy on her and end it all. "I... I can't take anymore, please!"

The beauty and her beast (me and Hoogie)|rating:2.0

Under the Western Stars (Atroxa and NightLux)

Watching the stars at night was his favorite thing to do. There was something... calming about looking into the endless black and the small piercings of light that danced around the moon. His mind drew pictures between them, not only the ones that he remembered from his schooling - they called it a bear, but it looked like a cup to him - but even his own. That over there, the three straight stars, were a role and the round stars up above were the lasso. Michael never had figured out how to make a cow or something it to actually lasso, but maybe he just needed to look at it longer. If only he could spend each night doing this. Michael craned his neck when he heard his horse whinny, an impatient thing that told him it was time to head back to the house." Ate quick tonight, huh, Lynx?". Poor horse had worked hard today, and it only seemed fair to let him fill his belly with river grass rather than the hay back at the bar. Rolling up onto his rear and splaying his necks, hand onto his hat to keep it from falling into the dirt, he settled the dusty, worn brown thing onto his head and brought up his heels before rising to his feet, groaning just a bit as his legs straitened." Are we already too old for this?"he asked the horse who seemed to shake his head in disagreement." Oh, I'm the old one, huh?"he laughed, patting the black horses' neck playfully before pulling himself up to the saddle." I'll remember that next time you want some of the sweet grass..."he laughed, only for Onyx to answer again with a huff. Michael had been lucky to be given his acreage split by the river, it made life a lot easier. He'd ben't sure if it was supposed to be a blessing or maybe one last insult by the government." We're taking your star, but here's a piece of land that runs the risk of drowning whatever cattle you manage and is near next to nothing." Still, over the last few years he'd managed to gather a decent herd and even manage to sprout a few fields. Even with the seasonal help, he could barely manage alone. And seasonal really meant whenever he had the funds. Which was rare. Still, as he glanced up at the stars riding back to the house, at least he had something. Sure, he'd built most of it himself and whatever generosity the locals in New Jordan had offered. A short ride away, it had enough to be called a town, but didn't have enough to be considered a proper town. Still, the pastor was good, if a bit too much fire-and-brimstone for Michael's taste and the local brewery actually made a good beer. The house itself was at first glance a typical dogtrot cabin, two rooms separated by a breezeway, although one side he'd made into a three-room thing. Some of the townsfolk had wondered why he needed so much as a single lad, but if this was going to be his home for a family eventually, he would rather have it built and ready for that family rather than squeeze into a single room for everything. He'd thought of even trying to add a second story... but after helping and watching some of the other folks nearby build that, he'd decided that his death wasn't going to come from falling. He'd rather be shot - by anything - Rather than that. It overlooked the river too, but he'd not found that nice fertile patch that Onyx liked until a few months later. Riding past it to the barn a few dozen lengths away - mostly to keep the smell from wafting over to the house - he unpacked Onyx and made sure he had fresh hay before heading down to the house, the jingle of his spurs and the iron on his hip providing a walking warning for anyone around, which, to his surprise, was a young man in the breezeway. He rose and took his hat off in respect as he approached, stepping back onto the dirt and speaking before Michael could get a word out. "Mr. Taylor, my pa told me to come fetch ya. He says some of the men are gatherin' a posse to get back at the in jun's that messed with the't PO'r woman and stole 'er horses. He doesn't think the'y did it and think it on' of 'em COV'n his ass. Said you could stopem." Michael signed and shook his head. And then again. No matter how much he tried, he'd never escape two things. The first was the way that the locals seemed to look for a reason to kill each other. Not sure the white men, but the Comanche. For him, it was two drunks looking for someone's face to park their fist. He understood why the Comanche were agitated - even he was guilty of taking their lands. But he managed to keep the peace with them and some of them were the finest horsemen he'd ever seen. Even managed to pick up a bit of their tongue... badly, but it was better than the sons of bitches who were probably just looking to kill someone for the rush of it. Assholes...he thought before addressing the boy." Run back home and stay down. Tell ya pa to do the same. If I can get to them, I'll see what I can do. How long you been waitin'?" The boy tilted his to the corners as he thought, holding up three fingers." Well fuck, so much stoppin' em." Michael closed his eyes and tried to think of the area and forming a map in his head. New Jordan was north, across the river. Where did they say they usually camped?he asked himself, trying to remember the last time they'd mentioned it. He shook his head and decided the easiest way was to just accept the second thing that he'd never escape." Go boy. I'll handle it." He'd go to town, follow their tracks and see if maybe he could stop them before they did something profoundly stupid. He might not have been the law in the town, or the law anymore, but most people understood what he really was. If anyone could stop that posse, it was a Ranger. And no matter what the Yankees in Austin said, he'd always be one, even if they had taken his star. To be honest, when he saw the trail, Michael was as disappointed as Lynx had been in getting saddled again. They hadn't even tried to hide their number - ten he counted - or the direction they were headed. Not that they had a reason too... if he guessed the lawman was one of their number. That sonuvabitch hates anyone who wasn't white. Not the Mexicans, not the Comanche, not the freemen who were a few towns over. But he wasn't entirely unreasonable, so there was hope. A few people had peaked out from behind windows to gaze at him, but he didn't need to speak to any of them. There was some hope, surely. Or so Michael thought when he rode north out of New Jordan following their tracks. An hour later, he knew there was no hope. The posse had found their camp. He kept his eyes low as he approached, cursing them each length he grew closer. The posse much has struck quickly, before they had a chance to mount much of a defense. Shaking his head, he passed a few corpses before he dismounted, holding his had for Onyx to hold as he walked deeper into the camp, a hand on his iron just in case someone confused him with one of the posse. But after ten minutes there, he cursed their efficiency and thoroughness. Not a man was left alive and most of the goods had been burned, some of it still aflame. And it was by one of those fires that he noticed that some of the clothing was not for their men, but rather a few of the women. And he threw up when he found one of those women. No one deserved that. Chirping at Onyx, things were nowverydifferent. Again, their tracks weren't hard to find. He was going to settle this lest it cause more friction. That scene would cause a war. Mounting the black horse, he counted more horses - probably rustled the Comanche's - but something different. There were footprints, another set that seemed forced. He shivered at that. You fuckers took one of their women, didn't ya?"he cursed, spurring Onyx hard to a gallop. Michael had avoided one war in his life. He wasn't about to let another one come to his door. There were only four men of the posse that had attacked the band of Kawasaki Comanche gathered around the fire that the hidden fifth was approaching, but there’d been more of them earlier. Tatsinuupi Was didn’t know how many exactly, she had been getting the horses ready to settle for the night when she had heard cries coming from the opposite end of their camp. She hadn’t needed to see what was happening to know, none of predators here on the sparse edge of the plains would attack a large group of people, unless it was possessed by an evil spirit as sometimes happened. It was just out of habit that she assumed it was the invaders, the ‘settlers’ as they liked to call themselves, what kind she couldn’t be sure, maybe soldiers or farmers or hunters, the only difference it made was how well-equipped they were. It had all happened so fast, the sound of rifle fire had confirmed her suspicions and everyone had begun yelling and running. Tatsinuupi Was had started trying to get some of the horses closer to camp, helping other women get the children up on them. The men were fighting to try and buy time and lives, but they had no real chance to mount a proper defense, the best thing they could do was safe the most vulnerable. Not all the children had escaped, and very few of the adults with them, mostly the very oldest, before the camp was overrun and Tatsinuupi Was and the other women had had to fend for themselves. Nʉmʉnʉʉ women were taught to fight, they were expected to know how to defend themselves and their children and their homes in just these instances, but the white men were ferocious and after blood. Laying bound and injured on the ground not far from the fire, her long loose black hair tangled from all her struggling, Tatsinuupi Was’s memories of everything that happened were shaky, but a part of her was glad she couldn’t remember everything. The screams echoing around in her head were enough, and she had seen some of the dead, faces she’d known her entire life frozen forever in fear or pain. She hoped that the children had all managed to get far enough away for the monsters to decide they weren’t worth pursuit, they knew where the other bands were. None of them were hers, but some were cousins or nieces or nephews. Perhaps they would go to Qua nah’s band and tell him what had happened, an angry bitter spike went through her chest at the thought, hoping that her uncle, who seemed to enjoy killing the settlers, would hear what had happened and return all the pain back onto them. The idea of stopping and backing off wasn’t the Nʉmʉnʉʉ way, especially not for the Kawasaki, who were some of the fiercest of the Comanche bands. They had refused to stand idly by while settlers encroached further and further on their tribal lands, despite agreeing over and over again that they wouldn’t. To Tatsinuupi Was, none of this was a sign that her people should retreat or try to make peace, it was fuel. Not that it was doing her much good right then, though it had earlier. It had taken one of them men hitting her in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking her out, to stop her from gutting one of his friends with her knife. When she had come to, it had been on the back of a horse behind one of the white men, her hands and feet bound and some cloth shoved into her mouth, which muffled all the insults, curses, and threats she began growling at them. Laying here now, her rage and sorrow were having to compete with fear as she listened to the men around camp. Tatsinuupi Was’s English wasn’t perfect, her band didn’t trade with the settlers like some others did, she’d had only some interaction with them and knew most of her English from other bands. From what she could understand though, and interpret from their looks and tones, they were wondering what to do with her for the night, she knew they’d kill her more than likely, sooner or later, but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to do anything else. Tatsinuupi Was glared at one that noticed she was awake, making contact with her nearly black eyes, but he just laughed, which made her wish she had her knife back. Her head was pounding from the strike of the rifle, and her lip was cut, swollen, and bleeding. Her left leg was screaming in pain, she didn’t know what from, but it felt down in the joint, like she’d twisted or sprained it, maybe broken it somewhere, a bullet had actually grazed her right arm, and she just felt sore all over, scraped or bruised here and there. All the pain felt distant though, she was trying to think of a way to survive this, to escape, she had to. Some of the band's horses were nearby, the men had apparently stolen a few for themselves in all the commotion, if she could get away and get to one of them, perhaps she could ride away and to one of the other bands. The Nʉmʉnʉʉ were just as skilled with horses as they were with fighting, it was another reason they were as formidable as they were, and Tatsinuupi Was was no exception, if she could get to one of the horses, she might be able to get away. Her leg would be an issue, but she would cross that river when she came to it. Trying to follow tracks, at a gallop, at night would normally have been a difficult thing, but luckily the trail was fairly clear and the full moon above laid a silver light on all it touched. Michael pulled the reins to slow Onyx to a canter as a small orange dot had appeared on the horizon, then down to a walk as Michael racked his brain. Charging out alone had been easy to decide, but it left him at some planning to do as he closed the distance to the presumed camp. He knew a straight-up fight was not the solution; two Colts with six bullets made twelve, plus the Henry rifle that might give him another five or ten if things lasted that long. He'd probably be dead by the time he would switch to that weapon. Cover meant nothing when they could flank. Michael had to assume they knew enough to take on the Comanche. So with a straight-up gunfight out of the question, more covert and, perhaps, unsporting methods would be needed. If he could sneak up on the camp and get past their watch, he'd just pull the old Houston-at-San-Jacinto and catch them sleeping. That just might work...he thought, quietly reining in Onyx to a stop. Leaning down, he patted the horse' neck and scratched it as he slipped from the saddle and grabbed the reins." Stay... I'll be back in a few minutes." It might have been stupid, but at that moment Michael was more worried about the horse than himself or anyone else. What would the horse do if he was shot? Ironically, maybe Onyx's saving grace would be the very Comanche. A muscular black horse would look great with one of their warriors astride him and even Michael had to respect martial beauty. Not that Michael had any desire to see that happen. Still... one last scratch on the nose and Michael slunk way into the night, hand gripping the rifle by the bolt and barrel. The camp, he realized as he crew closer, was hastily made and seemed to have suited itself for drinking more than cooking or even sleeping. Perched atop a small rock outcropping, he'd managed to pass to the far side of the camp by means of circumlocution and found this place to get a better layout. He counted seven men and not one lookout. Michael's blue eyes glanced up at the moon, and he shrugged; it was probably close to midnight now and if they hadn't been planning on sleeping out here, exhaustion and the let-down from the earlier battle had claimed their due. The horses wouldn't be an issue, thankfully, as they'd done the right thing and tied them up outside the camp. At least the idiots got one thing right... The risks started to seem lower than he'd worried before. Tossing his rifle over his back with the sling, he smiled as best he could in the situation. San Jacinto was a go. Painfully slowly he took the careful steps to bring him closer into the camp. He recognized three of them, including the lawman, that sonuvabitch Ernest, along with Jacob, one of the local tanners, and Grover, a hand that was usually drunk in the evenings. Just mean. Stopping just outside the circle of their things, Michael pulled down the hat onto his brown-blonde hair and made sure it wasn't going to go anywhere. Another long step brought him right next to Grover, a man as short by half as Michael was tall, he never understood how he managed to be has half-way-good with horses as he was. If Michael was standing straight, he could almost look a horse straight in the eye. His father had said his line was tall because of all the walking in the swamp they used to do and that Michael was meant to walk the oceans. He was easily a head or two taller than most men nearby and at just under six foot, he only met one or two men taller than him. His long legs stepped him over Grover to the middle of camp, where the fire smoldered due to inattention and Michael turned slowly, picking out his targets. Nothing about this was fair, and he told himself this was just reaping what they have sown. Pulling both Colts into his hands, he slowly took aim at Jacob and Grover. Saint Michael the Archangel, defend me in battle and forgive me for what I am about to do, Lord Jesus...he prayed silently and then took a deep breath, calming himself. His bearded face, while dusty from the ride, was otherwise resolute and his eyes focused on one of his two targets. A quick turn made sure the second was aligned. And then he opened the gates of Hell. In rapid succession the two Colts roared out their lethal greetings and patches of red began to spread in the chests of the two sleeping men as their eyes opened and fear danced in their eyes. Quickly he pivoted to another, firing again with his right pistol and, turning yet again, fired with the left. Move...he reminded himself, his booted feet taking him straight through the embers of the fire and over to two of the men he didn't know. One of them had managed to get to his feet and his hands patted the ground as he searched for his own weapon. In vain, as the Colt spoke again. Michael's blues turned to the second and glanced down, seeing the wet patch growing at his crotch." They didn't piss themselves..."he said, any hint of affection or softness in his voice gone. More like rock and gravel. The other Colt replied to his brother. In a matter of seconds six men had been shot. Michael's ears heard their groans and his eyes glanced to make sure they weren't attempting some final stand. He even cracked a half smile at how well he'd done. Means six rounds left...he counted to himself, only to Grover raise his hand, so the Colt repeated its lethal cry and the short man's head rocked back from the force. Five...he counted down, turning his attention to Ernest. In typical fashion, and one of the reasons Michael hated the man so much, he had crawled back toward the rock outcropping and was looking for somewhere to escape. He was a coward." So why risk bringing the wrath of the Comanche down on us? Why kill and Rey..."he started, only to pause suddenly when he noticed the raven-hared woman next to Ernest. His eyes locked with hers and any hardness in his broke immediately. It didn't take long to notice her injuries, or he didn't need to see any of her emotion to feel a deep sadness for her. She's seen her people killed and worse and now was seeing even more. His Colt remained pointed at Ernest, but his attention was on her. For several long seconds he just looked at the woman, trying to figure out what to say or do. If there was anything he could say or do." We can work this out Mic..." Ernest started, only to be interrupted by Michael's Colt once, twice and three times. Michael looked back at him and then his spent weapon, only to point at the quickly-developing-corpse. Anger roared in his eyes and his mouth twisted as he stood over the dying man, his six-foot frame backlit by the red of the embers making him look like a devil straight from the Pit. Two more shots rang out in the night air, followed by silence and Michael tried to bury the anger. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before turning back to the woman and stowing his pistols. Hands up and open, he took a step toward her and tried his best to remember the right words and how to exactly say them." No hurt you..."he said as best as he could in her tongue,"I won't hurt you, I promise," he repeated in his. Michael was pretty sure he'd said he wasn't going to hurt her, but the language didn't really roll off his tongue... and conversational it was not. Tatsinuupi had fallen asleep at some point, she planned to try and escape while the men were all asleep as well, but she was tired and needed some rest. At least they had all passed out before they could decide to have some fun with her. It was hard to really sleep very well as uncomfortable as she was, laying on the ground with her hands and feet still bound and injured. Something did wake her a little, she thought she heard someone moving in the darkness, but she assumed it was one of the men and fell back asleep once she was sure they weren’t coming closer to her. Then gunfire rang out, and she gave a muffled yelp of surprise, wincing as she jerked, making her leg scream for a second. It just kept going, and she wasn’t sure what was happening, were the men shooting one another? Was someone attacking them? Was it a war party? Her uncle’s men had rifles and pistols aplenty. But she looked up and saw a man who was even more of a stranger than the rest, a new one, shooting the rest until there was only one left. They were speaking until he finally saw Tatsinuupi, and he looked surprised by the sight of her, though the strange emotional look he gave her after made her just glare at him. It wasn’t as if she could do much else, and she didn’t know what he intended, just because he was killing these men didn’t mean he was any better, as far as her own life and safety were concerned. He killed the last man, Tatsinuupi watching him quietly the entire time, she didn’t seem phased by the violence, but the raid and this incident were far from the first time she’d been exposed to it. It was an unfortunate reality living on the plains, especially these days. It was only when she realized he must be about to turn his attention to her that she started looking agitated, glaring again when he turned towards her. He approached with his hands up, the universal signal that he meant no harm, but she didn’t stop glaring. If anything, the closer he got, the more she looked like she was trying to set him on fire with sheer force of will. He knew a few Nʉmʉnʉʉ words it seemed, and she understood what he said despite his horrible accent, but she didn’t stop glaring at him. Tatsinuupi leaned away from him as he approached, clearly wary and defensive, not trusting him in the slightest. Once he got her hands untied one pushed at him, trying to get him away, while the other struck out, fist closed. "Get away," she growled at him, not sure if he understood her, but the attempted strike would probably get the message across. The woman glared at him in warning as she untied her own feet, keeping some distance between her and the stranger, and then stood carefully, clearly in pain. Tatsinuupi got the idea from the scant words he knew in her tongue and the English she knew that he wanted her to go with him. At first, she wanted to refuse, she wanted to go find one of the other bands but her leg hurt, she was exhausted, and she had no idea where exactly she was. So she’d sighed and nodded, limping over to one of the horses and stubbornly refusing to let him help her get up onto one of them, not bothering with tack. She rarely rode with one anyway, they were reserved for longer rides, but riding bareback was more normal to her. It didn’t take much effort to get the rest of the horses to come along, it was their nature to stick together, and it would be ridiculous to leave them behind. The Comanche loved to acquire and trade horses, not just breed and ride them, and some of them were from her own band and had belonged to people she knew, the rest had belonged to the now dead white men. Tatsinuupi didn’t speak on the ride to his home, she was too tired and in too much pain, both physically and emotionally, if he tried he’d be met with silence and a glare. The idea of sleeping in the same room as someone who punched her rescuer wasn't something that Michael thought was a good idea at all. And the fact that he had built the extra two rooms as bedrooms seemed like a stroke of genius now, as if he had peered into the future and saw the possibility of her stabbing him in his sleep. Sometimes better lucky than good...although prideful might be the appropriate substitute. He'd gone out of his way to touch her as little as possible and, accompanied by the fact he'd let that silence stand on the ride back, he's softly pointed to the doors and opened them for her, guiding her with as little speech to the room that would be hers for the night. It was a small thing, as most rooms were, without a window because he couldn't afford the cost of glance... at least in the extra room. There was no bed to speak of, just some nastily brought blankets to make a pallet for her. It had crossed his mind to give her his bed for the night, but he didn't dare try to communicate it, not after what had been done to the other women. Better for any implication to steer away from that. A quick fetching of a candle would give her some light once she shut the door, but with his body language he made it clear this was her room." I'm going to take care of the horses. Umm..."he paused, translating as best he could"Horses to sleep, then sleep me."he attempted, shaking his head and frowning because he knew just how bad it was. A silent moment would be spent if she needed anything else. He pointed at the door to her room and then to the breezeway outside, then held up his hands to show that she was not locked in. If she decided to risk that leg and flee in the middle of the night... she could. He'd done his good deed of the day. Mixed in with a bunch of sin. Bowing his head, he did break a smile." Good night."he said, that words confident and practiced. And then he closed the door behind him and went about finishing the night's needs. The horses were easy enough - Lynx got his stall in the barn, locked; the others into the paddock with only a rope securing the gate." There's as good a chance they just kill me and burn down the house in taking her back..."he muttered to himself as he headed back to the house, knowing he'd have to sleep with an eye and ear open tonight unless he wanted to wake up dead. From both internal and external threats. The entire ride back he halfway expected her to suddenly produce a weapon... but had he really? Or was he just being overly paranoid himself? Careful to not make too much noise in the main room of that half of the house, he went into his own and pulled the small fabric to block the single window in his room and started to undress, stretching sore, tired muscles as anxieties began to finally subside. He'd reasoned it out himself - anyone worth a damn in tracking would be able to piece together what had happened... and the fact that he didn't cover his own with her should make it obvious he was wanting to be found. Well, her. He'd rather just go back to being the rancher. Or that was the lie he told himself as he glanced at the small star sitting on the night table where he put his pistol. Yes, just a rancher... Tatsinuupi Was followed the man she hated to call her savior through his house, looking around both curiously and warily. She’d been inside a few buildings, but not many, and felt very enclosed. It provided more protection too she supposed, but right then she was more inclined towards staying alert than relaxing. He leads her to a room she got the idea was supposed to be where she was sleeping, stepping into it warily and limping over to the pile of blankets when she was sure there was no immediate danger. If she had any complaints about a lack of a bed she didn’t make them. She sat watching the white man warily, still clearly not trusting him. He hadn’t done anything cruel, he’d done nothing but help her, and he could have gotten angry when she took that swing at him, but perhaps given who and what she was and what she’d just experienced, anger and suspicion weren’t unreasonable emotions to be feeling. He’d received a curt nod when he told her, badly, that he was going to tend to the horses and go to sleep. She didn’t want anything right then but to go to sleep though so she said nothing else, not returning his ‘good night’. Tatsinuupi had been sitting quietly, tense and wary, it was only when the door closed that she finally relaxed, her shoulders sagging. He might hear the first sob she couldn’t hold back before she made herself be quiet, crying now that she was able to be really alone. She let the tears fall, her hands covering her face to try and help muffle any sounds she made, but after a few moments managed to stop enough to lay down under the top blanket. Tatsinuupi wasn’t sure if she managed to stop crying before she fell asleep or not, but thankfully she was exhausted enough that sleep came quickly. She slept late into the morning, considering they hadn’t arrived until well after midnight and everything that had happened. When she did, the only thing that told her that it was daytime outside now was the light coming from the outline of the door. Tatsinuupi didn’t move for a little while, she wanted to go back to sleep, truth be told she hadn’t wanted to wake up at all. She had survived the night though, the Great Spirit, Manitou, hadn’t seen fit to take her, it seemed. Her mouth was dry, and her stomach was tight with hunger though so she eventually made herself sit up, and stand. Her leg was still in pain, that didn’t surprise her, she just hoped it wasn’t seriously hurt, she didn’t want to stay here longer than she had to, and she knew better than to bring a white man near any of their bands right now. They would kill him. And while she didn’t like nor trust the man, leading him to death like that would be a bad repayment for him saving her life. Tatsinuupi half limped, half crept to the door and opened it cautiously, only enough to look out, trying to see if he was out in the big room. While he had slept, Michael didn't greet the morning rested. His mind had dreamed all the different concerns that swirled in his head - Indians bent on revenge, angry relatives wanting his hide, an injured Comanche woman finding some small item that he had overlooked and stalking into his bedroom before stabbing him a few dozen times as if she were possessed by some demon that demanded his blood as atonement for what the others had done... pleasant dreams really. Yet as the rooster crowed wrestling him awake, Michael could only take a dream breath and start the day. He didn't dare peak in, but his mind remained firmly on the woman as he dressed and started his day. He'd left a cup of water for her and some jerky, the latter to be replaced after a proper breakfast could be cooked. But that would require eggs and milk, and his little plot of land had sources for both. Michael had managed the chickens, collected eggs, avoided the rooster and milked the one of his two dairy cows before the sun even began to kiss the horizon. Leaving that just inside the door, he tended to Onyx and the few mares that, plan was, to bring some offspring he could use to make a living. Onyx was none-too-pleased to see Michael's face that morning and the Whitney was him vocalizing it. But once the fresh hey was placed, all sins were forgiven. A good horse was better than a good Christian woman when it came to that. Still, Michael's mind remained on the woman in the windowless room and his own stomach told him of what the next part of the day would be. The fire was lit in the hearth, an iron lattice bench-looking thing placed above it as it began to burn down, and Michael turned his attention to the biscuits. In short order they were whipped together and stuffed into a Dutch oven, itself then nestled into the fire beneath the lattice. And in his mind, Michael began singing that song his mother always had to time her biscuits... even if his never came close to what she managed. But he had her beat on the eggs. One by one he cracked them into a skillet and using a beat-to-hell metal spoon, he whipped them as hard as he could before placing it atop the lattice, letting them cook as he stirred. It was a trick he'd picked up years before put to the test as he dropped a bit of leftover butter into the mix and let it melt into the cooking eggs and, as his little song ended, he pulled both from the fire. With the sweat from the fire's heat on his brow, he walked and opened the door to let some of the latter out and then pulled down the best plates he had, small ceramic disks painted white, and put together a plate for both before turning back to the empty skillet and whipping up some quick gravy. His stomach was rumbling then - he was far hungrier than normal and cooking a lot more appetizing food than he normally would - but as he poured the gravy onto the biscuits, he caught the creak of the door and turned his head with a smile. He could only make out a bit of her face, but it was enough to know she was awake." Breakfast if you're hungry..."he asked, gesturing to a plate before taking his own and standing back from what he had just offered. Michael had a feeling she wouldn't want to be close to him. And, all things considered, a bit of distance would be safe for both of them. When Tatsinuupi opened the door she could smell food immediately, and her stomach gave a loud growl, though she hoped that he was too far away to hear that, especially with the door still mostly closed. One dark eye glared at him a little, but look at the food he offered, not able to understand his speech exactly (some words sounded familiar, but she wasn’t sure what he actually said) but understanding the gesture. She knew she’d have to come out eventually, and eat eventually, but she was hesitant to leave the relative safety of the small room. There was very much a wounded, wary animal air to her, not exactly frightened, but certainly not relaxed or trusting. The door opened slowly until it was finally opened enough for her to come out, before she finally did so, trying to keep her limping to a minimum. She picked up the plate cautiously, and sat down carefully, partially because of her leg but also because chairs and stools weren’t really practical for a people as nomadic as hers. The utensil was also a little iffy for her, she eyed it warily, like it was going to stab her with those tines, but she knew the Taíno used them to eat with. Again, her people simplified things, favoring food that was just easier to eat with your hands, wrapped in flat breads or even leaves. They smelled very good, but looked very strange, except the eggs, at least it looked like eggs when you mixed them up to cook them. She kept glancing at her host, trying to make sure he wasn’t watching her as she clumsily tried to stab some of the eggs and managed before awkwardly getting it to her mouth. The other things she figured out were bread, biscuits, she hadn’t recognized them with all stuff on top, which was some sort of sauce. Tatsinuupi said nothing for a while, she was concentrating on eating, and she was hungry, so most of her attention was on the food. Once she’d gotten about halfway through though she finally slowed and stopped, looking at the man who’d saved her the night before, given her a place to sleep, and was now feeding her. He was being far more generous than she’d been led to believe Taíno were capable of, which made her leery of him. What did he want in return? Nothing about his body language was aggressive or threatening, if anything he seemed wary of her, but she still didn’t trust him. She tried to remember what little English she’d ever known, one phrase at least seemed useful at the moment. “My name is Tatsinuupi Was,” she said, a little abruptly, since he hadn’t asked. It was the first time she’d spoken to him though. Her accent was as thick as his, only in reverse of course, and the English words were obviously clumsy in her mouth, but it could have been worse. If someone had asked Michael to watch for someone in a saloon or out on the streets, he could have done so any not a soul would have known his purpose unless they watched him intently as well. The flick of eyes constantly back to the door or to key points on the road were the giveaway, but unless you noticed the pattern, it'd just look like a man reclining in a chair relaxing or enjoying a drink. Now take away all the possible distractions of a saloon or a busy street and that same secretive examination was darn need impossible without just seeming paranoid. He was trying to do it in a small room. With an injured paranoid woman. Still, he managed it well enough by giving up looking directly at her and instead just keeping the shape and shadow of her form on the corner of his eye. He took a bite of the biscuit, some of the gravy sticking in his beard for a moment before his rough hand pulled it out. For a moment his fingers took a life of their own, grooming the beard and his hair as if he were trying to get pruned and gussied up for the redhead down in the town that he'd had his eye on before she married the damn blacksmith. Michael wasn't a bad looking man, for a Frenchie as those townsfolk often called him. He had the softer features of his French mother around his eyes and down the bridge of his nose. She always called the flecks of gold coloring in his eyes evidence that he was her prince... he smiled think of her before he realized what he was doing. Taking another bite to finish the rest of the biscuit, he instantly wiped his hand on his slacks before taking a slow sip of water, his mind trying to also figure out what he was going to do the rest of the day while trying to balance watching her. Or keep her from killing him. He had been lost in thought when's he spoke, a slight jolt running through his body from the surprise. Turning back to her, he smiled and nodded, repeating her name as best he could before pointing to himself." My name is Michael,"he answered softly, still trying to build that trust." You are safe here..."he answered as best he could in her tongue, pretty sure he had gotten the right words. Maybe wrong order. He'd said more of her tongue in the last few hours than the last few weeks of his life." This is my home. I'd like to look at your leg to make sure It's not too bad."he added, trying to speak a bit more slowly. Better to speak to her normally than utterly butcher her tongue. She wasn't a child, and she deserved the respect her age granted. Tatsinuupi wasn’t used to beards, she had only seen them on some of the settlers, the men of the native population didn’t grow facial hair almost at all. Nearly all of them, men and women, including her, instead had straight, thick, black hair that often reflected their culture or their place in their society. She didn’t know if it was the same for his people, and so knew nothing about what kind of man she was looking at based on that. Most women she knew disliked the hair that the Taíno men grew on their faces, they thought it made them look like animals, or dirty. Tatsinuupi didn’t hate his beard, but she had seen some truly outrageous facial hair that seemed hideous to her, great tufts sticking out of the sides of the faces. He didn’t say her name very well, but well enough, she didn’t plan to stay long enough for him to need to know how to say it perfectly anyway. When Michael gave his name though she frowned and repeated it back as well, it was at least short. He told her she was safe here, but that just made her frown at him, which made it hard to tell if she had understood him or not. Tatsinuupi had understood him, but she didn’t really believe him, he’d done nothing to indicate otherwise but trusting a Taíno seemed both suicidal and stupid to her. The next part made less sense, but she understood the word ‘leg’ and ‘bad’ saw him looking at it, realizing he was saying something about her hurt leg. She was very hesitant to let him do anything with it and glared at him openly, not sure if it was worth letting him get close to her and possibly touch her to help with her leg. It hurt a great deal, though she was fairly sure there were no serious open wounds or anything, but she wasn’t even sure what could be done other than have her rest. Still, it needed to be looked at. So she gave a rough sigh, eating another bite of food before she nodded, her expression clearly unhappy. Not even married, and already I have a woman sighing at me... Michael chuckled at himself, drawing a nice smile to his lips which would hopefully calm his new... friend?... Tatsinuupi. Mentally he practiced saying the name as he wiped his hands completely clean on his trousers. He paused and walked over to the table on the other side of the room, pulling at a cloth and revealing two smallish bottles - one with a clear liquid and another with a brownish liquid." This will dull the pain... and the cloth keeps the liquor fresher longer."he added, for some reason explaining preservation to a woman who probably had forgotten more about it than he ever knew, chuckling at himself as he popped the cork on the clear liquid and pour a bit in a first wooden cup." I'd ask which you prefer, but I have a feeling neither is the real answer,"before pouring himself some in the second cup, justifying it in his mind as showing the liquid was safe. Walking to her with both cups, he offered her one before he drank the other with a bit of a flourish, hoping to distract her a bit and loosen her up." It burns like hell... but it'll make you feel better,"he finished in her native tongue as best he could. Watching as she put her lips to the cup, instead of watching her drink, he instead focused on her leg, deliberately being slow in raising the hem of her hide dress, raising it only high enough to find the vicious bruise on her leg. While he was no doctor, he knew enough field medicine to know it wasn't broken - the bruise would have been around the entire leg, not the one side. And it wasn't a sprain of the entire thing would be swollen." I assume they probably kicked you when you were on the ground, right?"he said, glancing up to catch the reaction of her drink." A few more of those drinks and some rest, and you'll be up and moving in no time." Tatsinuupi kept eating while her host went about doing something, she wasn’t sure what at first. She watched him vaguely out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t want to stare at him so she mostly ate, she was also pretty hungry. When he came back, she thought she knew what he had in his hand, alcohol and firearms were the few things that even her tribe had to trade for from the settlers. He confirmed it when she heard the word ‘liquor’ and told her it’d make her feel better, knowing that it did just that. She handed him the now mostly bare plate in exchange for the cup, bracing herself a little before she downed the contents. They could make their own alcohol through fermentation, but they didn’t know the process for distilling so it wasn’t the best quality, and they didn’t make much. It’d been reserved for special occasions, now they could get alcohol more readily but still not anything good so she already knew what to expect. Tatsinuupi still couldn’t help pulling a face though when she downed the first mouthful, letting out a low curse that he might not understand exactly but her tone and expression was pretty universal for displeasure. It burned going down, but was warm in her belly, which she knew meant it was working. She allowed the burning sensation to distract her while he lifted the hem of her hide dress, only as high as he had to though she noticed. Her people didn’t have the same qualms with nudity as his, but with him being who he was she couldn’t say she was exactly comfortable with this. Thankfully, he wasn’t making it any worse than it had to be, she supposed that was the most she could ask for. Tatsinuupi hadn’t really gotten a good look at her leg either and looked curiously, making another face at the bruise darkening her bronze skin. “Damn,” she muttered, sighing a little before she took another drink, pulling another face. It could be worse, but it wasn’t pretty, and it still hurt like hell. Well, about time I learned a real curse word...he chuckled to himself as she... well, he assumed she cursed; he'd certainly hate to be on the receiving end of that. It just sounded... mean. And then it was followed by some other word... not that he really knew it. Well, Matthew knew what it meant - something less than 'fuck' and more than 'darn' - but he knew it wasn't nearly as strong as the previous word.' A polite curse word for polite company'his mother had told him once when she had droppedsalaud. And then he was promptly whipped by his father when he repeated it that night. Michael chuckled at the memory as he dropped the hem of the dress,"My father would have whipped me for that too..."he laughed at his own inside - and bad- joke." He liked men touching women as much as you probably like me right now." His father had been a hard man... but a good father. Michael was who he was today because of those lessons. Slipping backwards to sit on the heels of his boots, he dusted his hands on his trousers and recapped the situation,"Doesn't look broken. Just a bad bruise. Rest and be better,"he started, rounding it out in another bad take at her spoken tongue,"I have a chair over there. Sit and relax by the fire,"he continued, pointing at the chair and then the fire,"I'll stick near the house in case someone pokes their nose where they shouldn't." Although, truth be told, he wasn't sure which side would come looking first. Better to give a day or two for things to calm down before he let her wander." Stay inside for safety. Don't want you hurt anymore,". Swaying to rise to his feet, he exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to piece together exactly what to say or do. Chores were done enough, but he doubted she wanted him hanging around. Michael wasn't sure he could do much else anyway. But unless he was going to pop out a pocket knife and some wood and waste the day, there wasn't much to do. Aside from prep a rifle in his bedroom and keep his pistols ready. Perhaps this was all a mistake, but there were less noble ways to die." Once I know you won't shoot me... this will be easier." Then again, that could be weeks. No way he could maintain any awareness for that long extended. He'd eventually need to sleep, and her people were patient enough if that's what they wanted. But something told him that they weren't really the concern... it was this woman and the white men. Just what order to rank them still puzzled him. Tatsinuupi didn't really understand a lot of what he was saying afterward, but she got the impression he was just trying to be… nice, she supposed. She understood a good portion of the words, but a lot of it wasn't making sense, since she was concentrating more on remembering what the words even meant. So by the time he was finished with a sentence, she couldn't remember exactly what he'd said, but more got vague impressions of what he might be talking about. The word 'father' she knew, for example, but she didn't know what his father had to do with the situation or anything else, so even though other words also had meaning to her, the context she needed to frame it all was completely lacking. So she didn't say anything back, just listening and watching him, her dark eyes regarding him warily. When Michael seemed finished and gave her assessment and told her to rest, she nodded. That last part she understood, and agreed with, there was really nothing to be done about her leg, Tatsinuupi could tell it wasn't seriously injured, but it needed time to heal. She wouldn't complain, things could have been so much worse for her, she supposed she should consider herself lucky really, that all she'd gotten out of the attack were some scrapes and bruises. Her spirits were still too low to go as far as counting luck on her side right now, even as she also took into account the relative safety of this house and the aid of this Taíno. Tatsinuupi let the hem of her hide dress fall again when Michael stood, looking up at him and not really knowing what to say either. She was fairly sure he wasn't out to kill her, but it would take more than a night for her to actually trust her, no matter how helpful he seemed. So she just regarded him warily when he spoke, less sure than before on what he was saying. Tutsi looked towards the fire for a moment then back to Michael, "Thank you," she said, hoping that that was the right phrase, she was fairly sure it was. "I rest now," she added. Her words were stiff and awkward, but no worse than his Nʉmʉnʉʉ. He was right though, she didn't really want him around. The injured woman rested for the day and went to the room she'd occupied the night before after a meal in the evening. There had been a few more stiff, awkward sentences between them, patching together the basic English and Nʉmʉnʉʉ they both knew to try and communicate. Tutsi wasn't exactly chatty though, and even though she'd done almost nothing the entire day, she was happy to lay down and actually sleep, she felt exhausted physically and emotionally. In the morning, she woke earlier than she had the previous day but still not as early as she normally would. And again she got up and walked carefully to the door, opening it to look out, actually opening it enough this time that she stuck her head out to look around, her expression a bit grumpy, but that was mostly from having just woke up. Michael had learned that mornings tended to start before the morning sun had risen and, even after restless sleep, the day needed to begin and that meant ending the embrace of his rifle as he laid in the bed. He threw the sheet off of himself and swung his feet down onto the bare floor, the click of his boots hinting as to at least one reason the sleep was restless. His clothes were covered in erratic folds, and he could feel the lines the folds had pressed into his skin at night. A small yawn slipped his lips and he pushed his shoulders back to stretch, a deep breath following. Almost mindlessly he started only to physically stop for a moment when he remembered that mindless was a poor decision. His day could have been the same as any day before. Grab a biscuit and choke it down, sweep, tend to the animals and feed, then take Onyx for a trot to check fences and predators. But that would not be today. For one, there was a woman he was't quite so sure wouldn't... well, he doubts she would kill him. She had her chance already. But she wouldn't trust him. Shouldn't, really, he thought. He'd shown the signs she could, at least he hoped, so there was that. But as he bites into the cold biscuit and decided the floor didn't need a sweep, he stepped outside the almost black, muted colors of purple and red outside. His mind went over everything again as he turned the corner from the breezeway, only to stop and throw up what little he had eaten. Michael could and would kill, especially if someone needed it. Like they did. But his soul could only bear that for so long. A few quick following retches, and he wiped his mouth with his arm and walked to the fenced in stables he had left the horses, slipping between the two rails and into the pen. The stables themselves, if you could call it that, were on the far side of the fifty-foot space and rather than the normal, Michael decided instead he was going to be kicked by a horse and killed today. The idiot's horses didn't really scare him, but hers, or rather the one she had ridden bareback, that one scared him. That and the others they'd taken from the poor tribal men. Those were the ones that would kick and bite and buck. One day I'll learn how they break their horses, he thought, lifting the rod and sliding open the door." Don't buck me off and Trimble me,"he laughed as their heads slowly began to appear in their rather sad-looking stalls. Break his neck or his back, at least it was someone else doing it, even if it was a horse. Better than falling off a roof, still. The man seemed not to be inside, or at least he wasn’t in the main room, looking around curiously as she ventured into it. He could be in his own room, but it was late enough in the morning that she was sure he was up by now. Which meant he was likely outside, and that suited Tatsinuupi just fine. He’d seemed to have left some food out for her though, just some bread and salted meat, but it was a decent cold breakfast. Sitting alone in the room gave her more of a chance to look around and take everything in, not feeling like she was being watched or like she needed to be on alert. Michael didn’t seem to mean her any harm, but she still didn’t trust him yet. He’d helped her so far but trusting these pale strangers seemed to turn out as a bad idea every time they tried it. Still, sitting alone did become a little boring after a few moments. There wasn’t much to the place, and she was used to being able to see the horizon and many things between it and her. So she eventually got up and limped over to the front door, finishing off the slightly dry biscuit before she opened it to again peer out cautiously. Tatsinuupi didn’t see him at first and stepped out, looking around outside for the first time in the light. It was still fairly early, but beginning to brighten outside so that she had to blink a few times to help her eye stop stinging. She heard the sound of hooves first, then Michael’s voice, looking around to see him with a horse out in one of the pens not too far away. It was one of the horses from her tribe’s herd, she recognized it, and knew that her rider was dead now. Tatsinuupi frowned softly, but sighed before she walked over carefully, trying to keep her limp to a minimum. The horse was a small but agile bay may, one half of her face white with a blue eye, and a lot of white on her legs. Like most of their horses, she was built to survive, and had more wild instincts, which made them more skittish. It was harder to gain their trust, but they bonded tighter to their people, and this mare had been good for hunting, quick, agile, and intelligent. Tatsinuupi reached the fence and put her hands on it, leaning against the top railing a little without trying to seem like she was leaning. Being on her own with a stranger, especially after so many sudden changes, the mare was circling and tossing her head quickly, eyes wide with clear anxiety. “Don’t face her,” Tatsinuupi said from the side haltingly as she tried to remember the words, “face away.” She didn’t know much about how the settlers worked with their horses, but she supposed they were more direct, which wouldn’t work very well with the tribe’s horses.

Under the Western Stars (Atroxa and NightLux)|rating:4.0

A Pointless Feud (Aeval and Ordell)

(near a century, two houses fought amongst each other for their control of political power and military dominance. The Duchy of Ferrara, though not at war with any of the other areas of the land, was having bitter strife amongst themselves. The Moretti family and the Rossi family have been the ones who have been trying to stake their claim for the Lord of the state as the best equipped to help him lead. Conflict had grown bitter between the two families and for years it was lost as to what the reason was for the strife between them. Rumors had spread that they had been warring because the original Lord came from one family over the other due to a vote of the people. There was also the assumption that it was decided underhandedly through dealings with the people in power of the other states, favoring one family over the other. For any number of opinions, there were rumors of their conflict. But few people still speak of the families when they were once allied and united. Both families once worked together to make the state of Ferrara what it was to Italy. These words were enough to inspire some research from one of the Moretti, a young man by the name of Fabio. Fabio had spent days searching for the way he assumed easiest way to end the battle was. For what seemed like an eternity, he went through books and books, papers and scrolls trying to find out a weakness to their home. Perhaps a secret entrance they could exploit, perhaps some history that may hinder them and bring some favor back to his family. There were so many things that he was looking for in the library of his family's estate, that anything to help the battle would have sufficed, but nothing could have prepared him for what he did find. Looking upon the scroll, his eyes widened as he read the words on the parchment. It shocked him far beyond anything he could have ever imagined, and realized the importance of this document. For the rest of the day, he tried to convince his father, his brothers of the information and their only response was that it was too late for them to go back to those days and what happened between them years ago was irrelevant now. Still, this was information that someone had to believe could make a difference, and if his own family would not believe it, then he knew the Rossi would. His mind made up, he left the scroll took a horse and set out for the Rossi estate in the middle of the night, even knowing that it could mean his death. (Rossi, the youngest of the Rossi children- 1 girl and 4 boys. She was cosseted and babied and spoiled and loved beyond any love one person could possibly be gifted with! She was a beautiful redhead and with her red hair came her impossible temper! Furthermore, she fought for what was right and good and would not give an inch to her brothers if they tried to budge her from her cause! The feud between the Rossi's and the Moretti family had endured generations. Angelina, or Angel as her family called her, did not know the reason, but she did not question it either. Family loyalty and honor were above all else! This she believed with her whole heart. Of course, Angel was only 16 and a half summers and had not experienced much of life-and nothing of men! She was of age that her parents were throwing a ball in her honor in a month, and she was excited about that! All the eligible men would be invited.well.all except the Moretti boys! They were downright monsters and evil! She had heard ALL about them and if a single one stepped close enough to her, she would run him through with a sword! Her father hadn't wasted sword lessons on her for nothing! Angel was getting ready for bed. She had a lady's maid who she adored, but after she had bathed and was in her dressing gown, she liked to sit at her mirror, alone, and brush her hair and daydream. She often closed her eyes and envisioned the man she would fall in love with and the castle they would live in. Furthermore, she knew, beyond words, that she would live in a caste at least as nice if not nicer than her parents! This evening it was later than usual. She had supped with her family and she had played the piano forte and entertained and everyone kept asking for one more song and one more song! Pretty soon it was midnight and Papa had said she needs to get her beauty rest! She did not fuss as she was tired and longed to find some peace and solitude. And so it was around 1 am she was almost finished brushing her hair when she heard a horse galloping and then stop! She didn't hear the alarm given so no one else heard! That can't be! Someone must have heard the noise as I did! I didn't imagine it! Angel wondered if she should put on her robe, take the knife her father had given her and go down to the stables. She knew the stable boys were there, but it could be that they had fallen asleep. She waited a few more moments to decide. It was so late in the night, and he was grateful that there was nobody awake at the stables. He tied his horse to the side of the stables, but was truly at a loss for ideas of what to do. He made the trek and made it here, but who would he talk to? What would he say, and would they even believe him? Inwardly, he cursed himself for leaving the scroll back at their estate, but if they were so hell-bent on keeping the feud alive, then they may have simply burned the scroll and him along with it. He ran his fingers through the mane of the horse and then pet the long nose of the fine animal. "I'll be back soon." He honestly didn't want to be here for too long, knowing well the risks that involved him being here. But where would he start? Stepping away from the stables, he looked at the main building of the estate and looked for any sign of an awake life. Just barely, he could see out of one window a glimmer of light from perhaps a candle. Another issue arose. How would he get up to that room without getting into the house. He was lost in thought for minutes, trying to figure out what the best course of action would be. Angel was restless and not one to sit and do nothing. She got up and put on her robe. She opened her bedroom door slowly and peered out. Good! No guards about! No one to stop me! She went back to take the dagger her father had given her on her last birthday, and she tiptoed out the door being very quiet and sticking to the shadowed part of the hallways. She made her way to the stable. Furthermore, she heard a voice in the stable and wasn't sure if it was one of the stable boys or a stranger. Furthermore, she walked slowly to the stable. There was a hole in the stable wall that she had made when she was younger so she could watch the boys and the horses. She loved the horses and often asked to go to the stables but her brothers and father would always say 'no!' fearing that should, would get into some mischief and get hurt. So, she had to make another way of satisfying her need to see the animals. Angel went over to the hole and peered in. She almost gasped in surprise hurriedly putting her hand over her mouth to shut herself up! There in the corner of the stable was a stranger with a beautiful horse. He was petting his horse and he said:"I'll be back soon." Angel looked away from the hole and had her back to the wall. What am I to do? Is he here to cause mischief, harm? Is he from the Moretti family? He HAD to be! Should I go and get help- but then I might miss where he was going! Angel looked in the hole again and decided to be quiet for a few moments and see where he was going. There was enough time to call out the guards! His breath was heavy as a sigh escaped his lips. Crouching down to try and think while he looked at the side of the building, realizing there was no easy way into the estate. Looked like he would have to revert to a diversionary way to get some people out and find someone important from the main family so he could isolate them and talk to them. That seemed like the plan that as of right now made the most sense, so he decided that would be the plan to carry out. Walking back a little towards some of the bushes and foliage, he planned to use this as cover. Picking up a few pebbles, he began to heave them one by one at the window with the light still on inside. He was hoping to startle the person in the room to get some of the Rossi to come out. After they were out, he would isolate them and try to convince them reasonably to come back with him alone, despite how crazy that sounded. But it was for that reason alone that he came unarmed, with every intention to negotiate and not fight. He tried to remember what they looked like. He saw them frequently when hostilities arose in the past, but as he started becoming a man and one of theirs was becoming a young woman, they had held off on most physical encounters. That handful of people are the ones he needed to focus on and try to talk too reasonably. She watched him and shook her head when he started throwing pebbles. What is he.an idiot! Does he want to bring the whole house down on himself! They'll catch him and string him up and the Moretti family will never know the difference! She snuck into the stable and took down the length of rope hanging up that was used as a makeshift bridle. It was long, and she could use it to tie him up. She was very quiet in her slippers as she covered the space between her and him. She snuck up behind him - she had her dagger in one hand--she simultaneously poked it in his back, pulled his arm back and whispered:"STOP! Be quiet before I call all the guards! Put your hands behind your back or I will run you through with this sword!" She waited for him to do that-she tied his hands with the rope, and she pushed him to sit down on the grass. Standing over him with the dagger pointing to his neck she said." All right--who are you, what are you doing here and what do you want?!" She tapped her foot on the grass as she waited for his answer. He was getting slightly frustrated as he continued to try the pebbles on the window and so far there has not been any reaction from within the house. He had figured it may have just been a candle that was left on and there may have been nobody in the room to alert the others. Just as he was about to consider moving up to a stone and breaking glass, he felt the sharp tip of some bladed weapon against his back. Her whisper felt as though she was screaming at him and trying to cut into his soul, as he started to comply by dropping the pebbles and placing his hands behind his back. As he did, he could feel them being bound behind him. She pushed down softly so that he would sit and as he did, she moved in front of him, hovering over him with a dagger still pointed at his throat. He gulped nervously and had every intention of answering her question. "My name is Fabio Moretti, and I want to end this fighting." He knew that after his name, he wouldn't have a chance to say much, so he needed to get everything out in a nutshell. "HA!!!"she laughed in disdain. "I KNEW it! I heard you enter the stable and wondered if the Moretti family had come to do some evil deed!" She pulled on the rope roughly so he would get up- she made sure she kept him in front of her, the dagger to his back." What do you want here? Why did you come? End the fighting you say...TRUMPET!! Fat chance of THAT happening! And you expect me to actually BELIEVE you!! Why should I???!!" She made him continue to walk towards her home. She WOULD have to call the guards, and he would be thrown in the cell in the basement, but first she wanted to get all the information she could out of him! Considering he had come here willingly, he had no reason to avoid her questions and if he could convince her before they entered their estate, he may as well tell her everything. "Before you drag me in, I just need to talk to you." This was the first time he resisted, pushing back slightly so that he could talk to her. He felt the dagger still on his back and winced feeling the blade press his skin, almost piercing it. He took a deep breath feeling the weapon on him." I found a scroll in the Moretti library with the reason for our fighting. It's dated back over a hundred years ago and was actually written by a Rossi." By now, he was sure she was the youngest of the Rossi. No other woman outside their family would be trained with the blade or being able to subdue him with so much ease, even though he wasn't fighting back. He was actually resisting her! Who did he think he was! Did he think she was a weakling just because she was a female and that she WOULDN'T run him in with her sword! She pushed the sword deeper into his back so if he had ANY doubt-he wouldn't now!" Don't think because I am a woman that I won't use this on you! I have NO qualms with maiming a Moretti and being honored and applauded by my family!!" Still, she listened to him and when he mentioned the name "Rossi" HER family name-her ears and her whole body stood more alert." What! What right does the Moretti family have to possess a document with the Rossi name on it! How dare you! You are thieves!! Liars!!!!! Scoundrels!!!!" She kicked him in the shins she was so angry! For SURE there was no reason to listen to him anymore! He fell to his knees sharply as she kicked him down. He could practically feel skin start to break as she also pressed the dagger in deeper. At least she had stopped forcing back to the estate. Her interest seemed to have been peaked when he mentioned their family name. "Please, I speak the truth. I even came unarmed seeking just an audience with one of your family, knowing that this exact thing may happen to me. I'm just asking you to hear me out." His eyes were sincere, looking up into her eyes and taking heavy breaths. "Please, you can even check me that I am unarmed." If what he said was true.that he had come unarmed.well...she guessed.she could listen to him.Still-he was a man and had more strength than she-so she was NOT going to let down her guard! She kicked him lightly with her foot just so he would understand she was still in charge! She leaned down a little and using her dagger she poked at him--with his hands behind his back she checked under his tunic-she felt his legs and could find no weapon." All right. I haven't found any weapon-that doesn't mean you are harmless!! So SPEAK! Before I call the guards on you!" It was rather awkward to feel her hand on him. Even though she meant nothing sexual by it, it was still enough to catch him off guard, especially when she felt around where he would normally strap a dagger at his thighs. Staying practically flat on the ground now, he looked up at her, not even daring to bring himself back to his feet in order to keep her calm. He kept his voice low so only she could hear it, "It was a letter written to my great-grandfather. It was about a plot between the Lord for power, but she mentioned him my great-grandfather as her lover and that the plot would separate them. She was worried and wanted to get in touch with him." She stood over him-for the first time since she had tied him-she actually looked at him-he was quite handsome-her breath caught in her throat when she realized it! Someone in her family had always said the Moretti family resembled donkeys.now she realized they did not mean it more figuratively. She listed to him-just to placate him as he had told the truth regarding his weapon. But when he said 'she' her ears perked up. So it was between his great-grandfather and??" Are you insinuating that my great-grandmother and YOUR great-grandfather.had.NO!!! You are mistaken! It is a forgery! You are a LIAR!!" She was practically screaming now! She didn't care if the WHOLE house came down on him!"GUARDS! GUARDS!!! WAKE UP!!!" She screamed so they would all hear her. She could hear feet running and the alarm sounded! It was the sole reason he had come here, and he had been complacent and calm the entire time, but now what he was afraid of was happening. He could hear the footsteps of guards getting imminently close, and he needed to try to convince her fast." Why do you think I haven't struggled? You already checked I came unarmed, and I simply came to talk and I would have thought the same until I read the letter for myself." The footsteps on stone turned into steps on grass, and he needed to say everything quickly now." If you would only come with me, I'll show you the proof and if my family knows I'm missing, it will only bring more pain upon yours and I want to end this!" He finally said something above a whisper, wanting to make sure she heard it before the rest of the guards came over. Whatever his words, no matter if she believed him or not, wanted to believe him or not.it was too late. The guards were running towards her."GUARDS! He is Fabio Moretti- take him to the cell in the basement! Do not hurt him or beat him! I want NO marks on him.do you hear!!" The Guards came and took his arms-they helped him stand up and were not gentle, but they were not harsh either. They escorted him into the castle. Angel marched into the castle." Papa! PAPA!!!!" She walked quickly to her parents' bedchamber.she banged on the heavy door until her father opened it." Angel.daughter.what is the meaning of this?! It is way past midnight! Why are you waking me? What has happened??" She walked into the room-there was a small sitting area and the bedroom was behind the door. She knew her mother would be sleeping through this, and she did not want to wake her." Papa! In the basement is Fabio Moretti! He came here tonight unarmed-he said that he has a letter explaining about the feud - that our great-grandmother and his great-grandfather! Well.you MUST talk to him!!" Willingly, he helped himself to his feet and walked with the guards. Everything he was hoping to avoid had just happened and needless to say, he wasn't the happiest camper in the world, but what could he do? He admired the little of their home that he could see until he was taken below into the basement, noticing the damp stones and metal bars that would house him. The guards shoved him in, and he stayed on his feet. Walking to the back of the cell, he let himself plop down and use the stones as a back rest as he sat still there. Things had definitely not turned out as he had planned. His gaze went to the ceiling where he was trying to figure out whether he could still talk his way out of this one. He was oddly curious to see if he could even escape with his life. They would probably be in soon to question him, even though he had told her exactly everything that they needed to know. Her father looked at her lovingly-she could see in his eyes he felt her to be an innocent and unable to comprehend these things. She was so fed up with everyone treating her like a baby! She stood up in indignation! "PAPA!! You look at me as if I speak in a foreign tongue. I am telling you what HE told me! And he had no weapons on him so why ELSE would he come here!!" Her father looked at her and gently said: "Daughter, I will interrogate him tomorrow. It is too late to do anything this eve. Go to sleep. We will talk about this no more tonight!" Her father turned to his bedroom. She knew there was no trying to speak to him again! She stomped out of his room upset and frustrated! Why won't anyone treat me like I KNOW what I am doing! She was sorry now that she had Fabio captured in the first place! She went down to the basement and took the key from the Guard. Furthermore, she glowered at him which sent him scurrying in a different direction. She whispered to Fabio." Get up! Be quiet and follow me! She handed him a cape she had taken-it would cover his head and body. She led him out of the cell. The guard had left-she somehow managed to get out of the castle with him and take him to the stables." Saddles your horse and let's get going, but I swear if you try anything funny- I'll ram you through! Do you understand!" She looked at him with an intensity that dared him to cross her! He had been sitting patiently, fearing the worst when he heard footsteps storming into the basement. He was genuinely shocked to see that it was her who had come back to get him. Not only that, but she had opened the gate and was leading him back out of their home and towards the stable. His hands finally free, he took the coat that she offered him as he put it on over his attire and hid himself from everyone but her. It was funny how things worked out in the long run. This was basically the exact thing he was hoping for except that if she did constantly act like this, her family may come looking for her at their own manor and that may cause a problem, but he would worry about that when the time came. Saddling his horse, he waited for her to catch up to him and as she did, he stopped and pulled the reins back on his horse. "Thank you, Angelica," he said plainly and honestly as he started to head out to his own estate. He wanted to show her and hopefully have her out before her family woke up, otherwise they may not be as kind to her as he was. She went over to saddle her own horse-he was a white albino--He whined, and she ran her hand up and down his nose."shhhhhhhh! Prince or you will wake the entire household!" She loved her horse-when she was galloping on his back she felt like they were flying, and he was a magical unicorn! He was fast and loyal-he would never leave her unless she flapped his rear to do so. She saddled him quickly and jumped up ready to ride. She knew this was pure madness! But if she was in Fabio's shoes-she would not want to be imprisoned when no violence or malice was intended. He thanked her-she just hoped he would protect her from HIS family if she needed it. They walked the horses until they were beyond earshot of the estate, and then she kicked Prince lightly with her heels, and he took off like the wind! They raced over the fields-she followed Fabio trusting him although if she were to be asked by her father WHY did she trust him, she would not be able to answer-she just did! Furthermore, they were finally on their way back to his home and the night progressively got darker and darker as the hour grew later. He had imagined it was near three or four in the morning when they arrived back at the Moretti estate. This would give them about two hours before the rest of his family woke up for her to read the letter and for them to work on getting her out. They would most likely have to meet again if they were going to do anything about this information. Once they arrived at the estate, he directed her to follow him as they headed straight for the stables. He dismounted his horse and motioned for her to tie her horse as well. As soon as she dismounted, he took the coat she had given him and given it back to her. He placed it on her shoulders, saying, "I think you need this now since we're on my land." His hands rested on her shoulders for a little longer until she adjusted the cloak. Once she was ready, he offered his hand so that he could lead her into the estate. They rode in quiet companionship the adrenaline of the adventure pumping through her and keeping her awake and alert. The moon was overhead and was a lamp and beacon showing the way. They arrived at his home. She dismounted and stabled Prince whispering to him to be quiet and that everything would be all right. She hoped he would be quiet in a strange stable. Furthermore, she didn't often stable him in another's barn-she would just have to wait and see. Fabio put his hand out for her to take it- she hesitated for a moment but realized-she had trusted him this far-she would have to continue to trust him. She put her hand in his and felt a kind of shock-she looked into his face and wasn't sure if he felt the same. She kept quiet and followed wherever he was taking her. As she took his hand, he looked back at her and smiled. Her hand was soft and warm, exactly as the hands of a lady should be. Before they started to head into his home, he let the feeling linger a little longer and savored the fact that she had trusted him so far. It was because of that same trust that he hoped with her help, she would be able to help end all these pointless struggles between the two families. They went in through one of the side entrances that was nearest to the library as he led her directly there. There were a couple of torches still lit, probably for some of the guards to see their way through the house. Keeping her close to him, they navigated the hallways as they approached the door to the library. Holding it open, he let her in first and closed the door behind them. Lighting a candle, he took her hand again and led her to the scroll that he had spoken about. He handed it to her and directed her towards a table where she could sit down and read it at her own convenience. "That's the scroll, the letter from your great-grandmother to my great-grandfather." She looked down at his hand- it was strong and should, could feel the callouses- a sign that he worked hard to care for what was his. She looked up and was surprised by the warmth in his smile. All of a sudden she felt shy and could feel the warmth of a blush in her cheeks-she smiled at him shyly. He took her in quietly to his castle. They did not happen on anyone and when they reached the library she let out a sigh of relief. He pulled out a chair for her and seated her near a table with a candle and the scroll he wished her to read. She read in silence and then gasped, and her hand went to her mouth. She finished reading and looked at him with amazement in her eyes." My great-grandmother and your great-grandfather were so in love! They were going to elope! But I don't understand.who was keeping the intrigue alive, so our two families would be at each other's throats? In whose interest was it?" Leaning over her, his whisper almost directly in her ear, he read, "See here where it says that in her suspicions had been confirmed from his last letter?" He slowly backed away, reaching behind them to get another scroll and handed it to her. It was his great-grandfather's letter to her." It's my guess that when things started to get out of hand, she came back once more to compile all the letters so one day, one of us could find them and set things straight." He unrolled the second scroll and placed it in front of her. Now that she wasn't threatening to kill him, she was so much more attractive, and she was a lady to be envied and sought after. As the thought came into his mind, he backed away a little so she wouldn't see the slight blush that crept across his face. However, as he stood up, he could hear a horse off in the distance and almost instantly the color that had graced his face was gone, worrying that the horse would wake up his father, or worse, his brothers. As he bent near her ear to whisper- it sent exciting chills through her. She ignored them and paid attention to what he was saying. It was amazing to think!" My great-grandmother put herself in such danger to insure these letters stayed together! It makes me wonder if someone from YOUR family MUST have read them and kept quiet!!" She looked at him accusingly. She went back to reading the second scroll:"It sounds like there was a plot! Someone from the King's Court WANTED this feud to continue! But why? What good could it do??" She looked at his face and noticed how white he had become." What is it Fabio? What is the matter?" Holding a hand out, he asked her to be quiet for a second as he paid attention, definitely hearing the horse from the stables. They didn't have much time, and he knew they would have to do something soon, but also knew she wouldn't leave until she got all the info she wanted. "I think I heard a horse, and I'm just hoping it won't wake my family. They won't be as accepting of you as I have been." Addressing her earlier concern, he responded, "I can't be sure whether my family has actually read these letters. Not many in my family have taken the time to come in here and study things. And as far as the plot, one of our families may have actually been next in line for lordship, but they may have instilled the feud so that neither family could take it." Reaching back for another scroll, he opened it next to her and pointed out words from his great-grandfather stating a third family name that if anyone had read past history, would see it was a family that was in power for maybe a couple of decades. It was just about then that he noticed a commotion in the house. She listened intently as he tried to explain what he thought had taken place. She was desperately trying to put the pieces of this puzzle together but unlike Fabio who had studies this secret for a while, it had just been set in front of her, and she was having a hard time with it. She heard the commotion in the house also-it wasn't just the horses that had made a noise.she heard a voice! She stood abruptly taking a hold of Fabio's sleeve."Oh, did!*" She looked around with fear in her eyes- "What should we do??!!!"*Oh did = Italian for Oh G-d! His initial reaction was to hide her from them. If they entered and found her, they would do things that would make him shudder at the mere thought of it. He reached over to the scrolls and rolled them up, setting them to one side of the table and took her hand, forcing her up and to a secluded corner of the library. He held her close to him and covered her mouth with his hand. The voices of both his brothers and his father were coming down the hall now. If they saw her, what would he say to them? She wouldn't disown her name or lie about who she was, so that could pose a huge problem. Just then, he heard the door slam open and his father's voice bellow into the library. "Fabio! Where are you?!" Angel was shaking now-she had never taken into account being caught by the feuding family. What would they do to her? Would they torture her? Would they return her to her family unharmed? Would she be put to death? She wished she had headed her father's words.he TRULY was right sometimes! Fabio took her hand, and they stood in the corner of the library.then she heard male voices.several of them! Fabio put his hand to her mouth to keep her quiet.she was so scared tears fell from her eyes.she couldn't help it. Whoever it was called his name!! Oh, did! They were coming in this same room! Angel closed her eyes and began to pray:Oh heavenly Father. I promise to listen to Papa and be obedient.please, PLEASE just let me get out of here alive! He needed to make a decision and take a risk in the process. Closing his eyes, he prayed to himself that things would work, but he would need her to cooperate. Before his father could yell again, he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Angelica, I need to go see them, and I'd hate to ask this of you, but I need you to say you aren't a Rossi. If you are, God only knows what they would do to you." Letting her go and leaving her in the corner, he pulled a book out and pretended to be reading as he turned the corner. He looked up at his family, all of which dressed solely in their robes since they had just been woken up. "I'm here father, what's going on?" Fabio walked over to them, but they still met him half way and looked over to see if they could see anything. "Did you hear the ruckus from the stables?" Fabio nodded as his father continued, "and you did nothing to check on the situation? Are you spending your time in here studying again instead of doing something productive with your time?" His brothers were always suspicious of him, and he simply hoped that they wouldn't search the library. Angel stood there.she heard Fabio's whisper in her ear for her NOT to acknowledge she was a Rossi.if he had asked her that a year ago.she would have stomped on his foot and yelled out that she was a Rossi! Thank goodness she had gained some sense in this last year! She would say she was Angelina Bratty- Angel had met her a while ago-they were from the same village, but Angelina often went to visit her sick grandmother in the mountains. When they had been together, Angelina's mother had said they looked like twins! Angel all but held her breath-hoping Fabio's brothers and father would exchange a short conversation and return to their beds! His brothers always had a tendency to mock him, and they walked over past him and looked at the table saying he was a bookworm and always spent too much time in the library. As they approached the corner, they saw a silhouette and went straight for her. The two of them pulled her out and weren't nice with her at all. They squeezed her arm and immediately, Fabio turned and felt heated and nervous. "Look father, we found an intruder." Fabio was flustered and wasn't sure what to say, so he walked over to his brothers and attempted to push them off of her, but he couldn't overpower the two of them at once. "Let her go, she is my love and I won't have you treating her like a common intruder." They teased him saying that if she was really his love why was she hidden, and he had no answer or time to think as his father approached behind him." Enough!" His father walked up to the group and looked at the girl. "What is your name young lady?" He was attentive to her, making sure to pick up on any motions that might show she was hiding the truth. She had no such luck this evening.the brothers turned the corner and grabbed her arms pulling her into the center of the room squeezing her arm. She cried out in pain-she had only ever been treated with kindness and love and so this manhandling was foreign to her. Her sensitive skin already ached from their violent grips and the tears she had begun to shed in fear-feel in torrents now. Fabio's father yelled at his sons.again.something she had never experienced. She jumped and went to stand with Fabio-standing behind him, cowering, no longer the brave soldier she thought she was. She peeked around to look at Fabio's father when he asked her name.she whispered:"An... Angelina. Bradotti sir. I am sorry...." She hid her face again behind Fabio waiting for what sentence would be passed on her. His father walked over to him and examined the girl behind his son just as Fabio turned around and held her close to him. In an attempt to convince his father, he leaned down and kissed her cheek repeatedly, one for each of her tears. Turning around, he glared at his father and without words, asked him to back off. Nodding his head, his father gave his declaration. "She's his and not a hair on her head is to be harmed. We'll let them go and one of you boys will have to go investigate what startled the horses." His two brothers nodded and cursed under their breath as they walked past him and the three of them finally walked out of the library. It was a relief to have them gone as he continued to hold her, worried about her now. "Angelica, are you alright? I'm so sorry that they mistreated you." Angelina stays behind Fabio hoping and praying his father will believe her. When Fabio turns to kiss her cheek several times-that act almost fires her anger, but being surrounded by 4 men who are bigger and stronger than her and from the family hers has declared war with for several generations, she thinks better of it and plays along with Fabio. As he turns around and stares at his father-her hand raises to her cheek-touching where he kissed. It is the first time she has been kissed by someone other than her family members. She is surprised to find that she enjoyed it. She sighs in relief when Fabio's father says to not harm a hair on her head and they leave. She looks at Fabio and the realization of what she has just been through, the fear of what could have happened is too much for her, and she faints. As she collapsed in his arms, he couldn't help but hold her close. It must have been so much for her to take in all at once and considering how late it was, he wasn't surprised. She must have been so tired. He needed to keep the lie going and deciding to put her to bed, he headed straight for his bedroom and opened the door. Carrying her in his arms the entire way from the library, he finally placed her in his bed and smiled as she slept peacefully. For so long he had been raised to hate the Rossi for the sins of their fathers, but the past few days had been eye-opening. She was truly a remarkable person individual. She was loyal to her family but reasonable, intelligent and honest. On top of that, she was a beautiful woman and this wasn't the first time that she had caught his eye. Stretching in his own fatigue, he laid in the bed next to her and could not help but wrap one arm around her as he dozed off as well. Angel was floating in a soft pillowed bed-it was warm and comfortable. She moved her body around slightly encountering something not to hard and not to soft-her body wrapped itself around the obstacle getting comfortable throwing one leg over. She woke in the middle of the night with a start-not realizing where she was for a moment-then the memories of the night before came flooding back to her.she remembered this was Fabio-she wasn't sure how or why she was in his bed, but, they were fully clothed-she was grateful for that. She rose quietly and found a blanket and laid it on the floor. Furthermore, she bent down and laid on the hard, cold floor preferring it to sharing a bed with a strange man. As she shifted her body, he felt her slip out of his grasp, and it woke him up. Groggily, he looked at her as she decided she would rather sleep on the floor than in the bed with him. He leaned over the edge of the bed and looked at her tenderly. "Please, don't sleep on the floor. I won't touch you for the rest of the night, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable." His words were quiet and almost weak, but he was so fatigued that he felt he would sleep for many hours. After saying that and hoping she would come up, he moved to the opposite end of the large bed and took a single pillow out of his multitude and clung to it. His eyes closed once again, and soon he would fall back asleep, hoping she would enter the bed and a soft smile crossed his face as he could feel the bed shift just a little bit. She was trying to get comfortable when Fabio researched her to come back to bed...certainly the bed was softer, warmer and a much more pleasant place to spend the night than on the hard floor. She hadn't gone to the floor because of HIM, she had decided to sleep on the floor because her own body had betrayed her. When she woke she found herself cuddled next to him-almost on top of him and her leg draped around his legs! She had to admit, she did not want to sleep on the floor, and she noticed that Fabio had gone to lay in the other corner of the bed. She stood quietly, took her pilot and blanket and went to lay in bed-making sure their bodies were not touching. Furthermore, she was fast asleep before she took another breath. One of Fabio's brother's was not convinced with their conversation earlier in the night, and he wanted some information and decided to investigate the stable himself. He went out and noticed an extra horse, one that he had never seen before. Walking around the steed that had been making the ruckus earlier in the evening, he noticed something odd on the back of it. It was the brand of the horse, but it had been branded by the Rossi family. A smirk swept across his face as he realized just how badly his brother had lied. He could tell his father, but his father would probably just take her life for the intrusion and that would spoil all his fun. So he would wait for her to awaken and confront her personally. With a smile on his face, he entered the estate again and creaked open the door to Fabio's room, watching as they slept on opposite ends of the bed. They weren't even lovers, and he had lied to his family with such ease and without remorse, but it would be her that would pay. Eventually, she would wake up, and he would let her know what he knew, but he didn't want to wake Fabio since his little brother would foil his plans easily. Angelina woke as the sun peeked over the horizon. She stretched and realized again-where she was. Fabio was sleeping next to her-they had sought each other out in their sleep but for the most part, they had kept to their separate sides. She sat up in bed and almost screamed when she saw Fabio's brother sitting there. She moved her body closer to Fabio for protection. He approached her cautiously, mostly because he didn't want her to wake up Fabio. "I know the truth about you, Rossi. If you don't want me to tell my father who would probably execute you, you'll follow me now." He didn't want to say anything else as he slipped out of the room and stood past the door, waiting for her to follow and making her close the door. Proceeding to walk outside and back to the stable, he stood by her horse and patted its mane as he waited for her to make her way to him. She did not know what Fabio's brother was capable of doing. If she woke Fabio, then his father would be told. She couldn't imagine them putting her to death- but she couldn't take the chance. She followed the brother out to the stables. He was standing by Prince.she went over to stand next to him." What do you want?" she asked in an annoyed voice. Walking towards the rear of the horse, he points out the brand to her and smirks evilly. When she asked what he wanted, his head went to so many ideas and couldn't decide on just one, but he wanted to see how complacent she would be first. Stepping towards her and to an empty stall in the stable, motioning for her to follow. He held the gate open for her to enter, if she chose to and would close it behind her if she entered. The stall was relatively clean except for some of the chains they used to hold horses in place when they would brand them. "If you do me a favor, I won't say a word to anyone." She eyed him suspiciously. What did he want from her? What did he expect her to do that would be worth him not telling his father? She was a virgin and planned to keep it that way! It might be her death.but so be it! She walked into the stall after him." What favor do you want?" She stood there impatiently. He closed the stall and locked it behind her and had a great big smirk on his face. He approached her and was closing the gap between them, part of him hoping she would struggle so he could use the chains. "I don't want much, but I would like for you to satisfy me." As the gap closed between them, he noticed just how much bigger he was than she was. He had almost a foot in height and had grown up doing his work in fields and doing heavy labor so handling her shouldn't come as much of a problem. However, if she had any kind of sexual bone in her body, she may just give him the satisfaction willingly. He certainly is full of himself! She thought. She should be afraid.but she had brothers just like him! They had taught her a thing or two about protecting herself and getting away from them! She looked at him, her hands on her hips." Satisfy you? In what way? How?" She would not play the weak, fragile maid for him.she was a Rossi! She was made of stronger stuff! She glared at him.waiting. Taking a step forward, he closed the gap between them slightly. If she moved any further back, she would feel the chains of the stable against her, and it might cause her to panic a little. He couldn't help but smile at how she was unaware of how to satisfy him. She may even be a virgin he thought and that would be a big prize for him, but as far as he was concerned, he was in control of the situation." Well, we would start with your lips around my cock and see where we go from there." She really had no way out since he had the only key to the stall and there was no foot hold to assist her to jump it from the inside. It was the perfect place for this kind of thing, especially since nobody else was up yet. She looked at him boldly-"Why should I! Your father told you to leave me alone! If you put a mark on me- my guess is he will beat you! This horse-" she pointed to her beloved stallion,"this horse is not mine! I don't know how it got here!" She was doing her best to talk her way out of this one. She thought she could climb the fence of the stall, but she realized there was no place for her to put her foot to get a good grip. So she was gambling-well- what did she have to lose? Her words did not break his spirit at all. As a matter of fact, it drove him to push for things a little more, taking another step till they were almost touching, maybe a mere foot from each other. Staring her down, he proceeded to counter all her points. "If I show father the brand, he won't trust you either and would probably put you to death for lying to him, and I don't plan to mark you at all." She kept her eyes level with his. This discussion was too important-she was not ready for him to win. Without moving or shifting she answered him directly and without hesitation:"Perhaps I would prefer dying to having you touch me and defile me!" In truth, she didn't want to die but if she WAS defiled-she would not be able to wed and if her family found out it was a Moretti that defiled her, there would not be a feud, but an all out war! He stepped forward, bumping into her so she would fall back and hit the chains. As soon as she felt chains against her back, he reached around her with both arms, taking the chains and wrapping her waist with them so she couldn't move. With a soft smirk, he stepped away for a second to find a shackle he could use to bind her hands." We're done playing games, wench." He reached behind her and shackled her hands behind her back. Satisfied with her lack of mobility, he stared her down and smirked. Angel lost her bravado.now she was scared.she did not know Fabio's brother's name.there were chains around her waist..." Pl.pl.please....don't hurt me.... I.... I ....didn't mean it....." Tears were now falling down her cheeks and she couldn't stop them. Now the fear of how he might hurt her, scar her or kill her was starting to sink in.and.she didn't know of any way out of this. The smirk on his face wouldn't fade, even as she now tried to apologize to him and beg not to do anything to her. "My, how quickly the proud have fallen." Now that she was bound with the chains, she knew that he was in control of the entire situation. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he forced her down to her knees and looked down at her. His free hand undid his belt and dropped his trousers and set a semi erect member in front of her. He stepped forward, placing his tip to her lips and looking down at her. "You're going to suck on it and heaven help you if you bite. If you do, you will experience severe pain before this day is done." Angel was kneeling on the ground-forced there by Fabio's brother.she was so humiliated.no one.EVER! Had treated her like this! He took out his sex tool and placed it near her lips.she turned her face away...she had never seen a man's penis let alone have it placed so close to her face. It was too much! The reality of where she was.what was happening.what she would be forced to do.her mind took over...and Angel fainted.not being able to face it all. He didn't care if she would faint, nor would he let her get out of something so easily. He lifted her head up with one hand and squeezed the corners of her jaw to force her mouth open. Furthermore, he inserted his shaft into her mouth and forced himself entirely into her, then held her nose so that her body would force her to react and wake up. The second she awoke, he would retract his shaft, still semi erect and issue the same demand. "I told you to suck on it. As you can tell, I can do this with or without you, and if you cooperate, then I won't go straight for your sex and take your purity, girl." Angel jerks her head up as she comes out of her faint with a start-his penis shoved in her mouth. She tries to spit it out and moves her head back, so his erection falls out of her mouth... She is crying-the tears falling in rapid succession one after another." Why?? Why do you hate me so? What have I ever done to you???? You don't even know me.have never met me. How can you treat me like this???" Her voice was pleading and begging all in one. She had never been treated like this, humiliated, forced into submission. She was the princess in her family- cossetted and cared for, loved and adored...never.NEVER had she been treated like this. Furthermore, she wanted to die! He was officially sick of hearing her voice now, exclaiming with full intensity, "Shut up!" He hated the Rossi's for the same reason the last couple of generations had, simply because of legend. Though she and Fabio knew the truth now, his ignorance was going to result in his bliss in this situation. "You're a Rossi, a traitor to the people and have no business on this land. You should feel lucky you're still alive. Now I'm done talking." There was no remorse in his voice or in his actions. He didn't care that her tears wouldn't stop flowing and had no idea of her position. All he knew was she was a Rossi and was to be hated by the Moretti. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her hair some as he waited for one of her yells so she would open her mouth again. As she did, he thrust his now fully erect member into her mouth and used his hand to get her to bob back and forth on it. "Now if you promise to do this on you're own, I'll let your head go. Nod if you understand and want to." She listened to his words filled with such hatred and she was dumbstruck! She could not believe someone who did not know her, had never met her or her family could be filled with such loathing! Her tears ceased to flow as she began to realize he had no idea why he hated-he just did for the pure emotion of it! He forced her to take his penis in her mouth, and he moved her head so that his penis slid in and out. There was nothing she could do.and the more she fought it.the longer it would take. She nodded 'yes' to his disgusting question-she would make him cum.and then she would leave this awful, degrading place. Smirking, finally content as she started to work his shaft with her lips, he closed his eyes and started savoring the moment. He let his hands rest at his sides for a couple of moments, letting her work on her own. Leaning down a little bit, he let his arm slope down and squeeze her breast through the dress as he started to match the rhythm of her mouth with his hips, getting as much pleasure out of it as he could. It had been too long since he had bedded a woman, and he planned on doing what he wanted tonight. This was just a great place to start. She moved her head, so his erection slid in and out.she focused on something else-she envisioned she was at home on a summer day, riding her horse through the field-with the butterflies flitting around from flower to flower. She thought of anything else to help her get through this terrible ordeal. Furthermore, she felt him harden in her mouth-she even felt something sticky - some wetness oozes out of him.she wanted to gag and vomit, but she drew her mind to something else so she would not get sick and anger him and have to start all over again. This was more than he could have hoped for, especially now that she was slowly getting into this. He loved the sensation of her mouth and tongue around him and considering the length of time in between lovers, he knew he wouldn't last too long. It was his decision to let her continue on by herself for a little while longer so he could savor this as much as possible. Tilting his head back, he groaned and whispered, "That's right, girl. Make me cum." She pushed his voice out of her head and thought again of home and her brothers and mother and father and how she loved being with them. She thought of playing the piano and riding her favorite horse. She could not continue this daydreaming any longer...his erection was hard and large and her mouth was getting tired of the back and forth motion. Furthermore, she didn't dare stop-she did not know what he would do to her, and she did not want to nor could she begin this all again-She kept moving her mouth listening to his excited breathing and his moaning-he was obviously enjoying it.she was so tempted to bite down.but she was afraid.and she loathed herself for that.so she continued the in and out motion.her jaw now aching-she prayed to all the gods that he would finish - what ever that meant and let her go. He truly was enjoying himself now, having her writhe under him and finally get herself in the motion of pleasuring him. Whether or not she actually enjoyed it was irrelevant, he was in it for himself and that was all he cared about right now. It was amazing how much fear influences great oral sex. She must have, at this point simply given into her fear and for sake of her life sought to satisfy him the best she knew how, and he was about to reward her for all her hard work. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he grabbed her hair and began to take over her motions, forcing her head to bob back and forth violently. He kept the hard motion until he could feel himself climax, and he spit his seed down her throat and kept her there so that she would be forced to swallow every bit of his cum. All of a sudden he took hold of her hair and pulled her head back and then forced it forward stronger than she had done with his penis in her mouth-his back and forth movements forced him farther down her throat than she had taken him and in between the back and forth she was gagging.her gag reflex triggered by his forceful thrusts.she could barely breathe in between the movements.it was too much.she started to panic! She tried to scream but couldn't get any voice out because he used his penis as a gag almost forcing it down her throat.she was suffocating!! And crying --oh G-d let him stop!! She couldn't take it.the crying.gagging.then his cum shooting down her throat-her throat closed up as a defense.she tried to cough-but couldn't- everything was closing up.she was starting to see black.her eyes rolled.and then....she.....d.id.n'.t.......................... He was far from satisfied, seeing how he was able to control her as much as he did so he needed to wake her up again. It was almost as though he needed to see herself being stripped and taken advantage of. She was a Rossi, and he wanted her to suffer a fate worse than death at his hand and he would do whatever it took to get there. He didn't repeat his last form of waking her up. Instead, he crouched down and lifted her face up and slapped her lightly, not wanting to leave a mark yet, but enough to wake her up. As she came to, he smiled down and made her look up at him as he started to describe his sinister plan to her. It would be so much worse if she knew what was going to happen." Now, girl, I'm going to strip you after myself, and I'm going to tighten those chains so you have to stand. Then I'm going to pin you up, and I'm going to take any innocence you have left, and then I'll keep going until..." He was quickly silenced by a yell from someone jumping over the gate of the stable and heading towards him. "Animal!" Fabio lunged at his brother and tackled him down, punching him across the face. "How could you do this to her?!" He landed a couple more blows to his face. She woke up with a start.coughing.spitting out what was in her mouth.her eyes grown so wide and large at hearing what he wants to do with her.and then she sees Fabio and whispers his name as she watches him pound his brother for what he has done to her. She is on her knees.her arms shackled behind her.the humiliation of what has happened to her is overwhelming. Even if Fabio frees her.she doesn't know how she could ever go home. Furious would not even begin to describe the feeling Fabio had towards his brother at this moment. How he could take a guest, regardless of who she was and treat her in such a manner was unbecoming of a Moretti. It killed him inside and as his brother's consciousness slipped away, he dropped him on the floor, his face bloody and bruised from the beating he just took at Fabio's hands. He stood up and looked over the face of his brother. It was all bloodied and the severity of what he had just done got to him. Not only would he be in deep trouble with his family, but they would do so much worse to Angelina. He feared for her life now as he ran over to her, tears almost streaming down his face as he felt how far out of hand everything got. "Angelina, I'm so sorry that I wasn't here for you." He began to undo all the chains until she was free. She cried tears of relief as he apologized to her and frantically freed her from the chains. She fell to the ground not having the strength to hold herself up. Fabio caught her in his arms.she clung to him.crying deep, long sobs of humiliation and shame." What ...will...i ....do? ... Where .......will........i........go?" She should have stayed home-safe- in the house of her father.now.it was too late. She didn't know what would become of her. What had he done? All he honestly wished for was to bring an end to this meaningless feud between two families, but instead, a beautiful and innocent young woman had been defiled. Obviously his sadistic brother didn't take her virginity, but he knew that after all this she would never be the same. He held her in his arms securely, not too tight, just firm enough for her to know he was there, and he did care for her. "First, we'll leave the estate, and then we'll figure something out." He had the urge to pick her up and carry her to her horse, but his brother would be out for a while. It would be best to wait for her so she could make her own decision. Her tears and sobbing quieted as she heard him say they would leave the estate.she let herself be held by him.she needed to know someone cared for her and now that Fabio knew her shame and didn't turn away from her as if she was some leper.she clung to him for support and caring, for security and safety. She looked up at him and shook her head 'yes'..." Let's get away from here- I want to forget ever being here!"

A Pointless Feud (Aeval and Ordell)|rating:3.0

Breaking Point (Erythrite & Cerevan)

"When I was twelve, we had this survey at my school where everyone had to say what they were afraid of." Xavier's voice was relaxed and conversational, as if he were speaking to a group of friends, rather than to a huge assembly of strangers in a vast auditorium, a row of cameras and microphones pointed in his direction just beyond the stage lighting. He paced to one side of the stage as he spoke, a massive screen on the wall behind him currently displaying his name. Xavier Trill - Medical Programmer, Pulse Tech"So I took this survey, and the result of it - my number one fear - was public speaking." He paused, allowing a murmur of soft laughter to ripple through the crowd. "My fear of public speaking was technically higher than my fear of death," he went on, a second, slightly louder wave of laughter moving through the crowd. He gave a slight shrug and turned to pace his way back across the stage towards the other side." Not an uncommon condition, really. A lot of people are terrified of public speaking. Most of them, I imagine, end up pursuing jobs that don't require it, and I'm sure that's the exact advice that I would have gotten, and I probably would have followed it too, if it hadn't been for my mother, who absolutely refused to allow me to be content in my weaknesses." He paused in the middle of the stage, facing the audience. "She told me that knowing my weaknesses was a great gift. Not so that I could avoid them, but so that I could meet them head on and overcome them. And I have to be honest with you -"Another pause, arms spread out to his sides as if to indicate himself; young, sharp-faced, dark-haired, clean-shaven, clad in the formal-but-not-too-formal business uniform of dark blue slacks and sport coat, no indication of any sense of discomfort being where he was, speaking in front of a significant audience like he was talking to a friend in his living room. Another audible ripple of amusement moved through the audience." Generally speaking, that strategy has served me well," he finished, resuming his pacing." So that is precisely what we have done with our medical tracking technology," he went on, clicking a button on the small, nearly entirely concealed device in his right hand to transition to the next slide on the screen; one of a doctor interacting with a patient in a bright, white room, both of them looking entirely too happy for the presumed circumstances." Learning from the weaknesses of our health tracker apps, wristbands, and dermachips, we have developed a groundbreaking new product that I am thrilled to unveil for you today. A new step forward in the intersection of healthcare and technology, I am proud to introduce the nexttinything in health tracking, the Pulse NATO." Again the image on the screen shifted, this time to a heavily magnified image of a metal sphere with a multitude of threads branching out from it, looking not entirely unlike some sort of deep sea creature that had been given robotic parts." Painless, non-invasive, and guaranteed for ten years, a single capsule the size of your daily multivitamin contains two thousand NATO-censors which will spread throughout your body to provide the most accurate and detailed picture of your health that it is possible to obtain with existing technology." The image on the screen changed to one of the aforementioned capsules, and for those in the front Xavier lifted his left hand to show that he held one clasped between thumb and forefinger." Pulse NATO is compatible with our previous tech, so you can monitor your health via app, band, or dermachip." The capsule disappeared back into his pocket before he began to roll up one of the sleeves of his coat, revealing a sleek, black band clasped around his wrist. "Monitoring your health is now as easy as asking a question." He pressed one finger against the top of the band, lifting his wrist up so that the small microphone fastened to the collar of his shirt would catch the sound." Nano," he began, "How is my health today?" A green glow emanated beneath the surface of the band, and a gentle, digital voice began to speak." Hello, Xavier Trill, would you like a comprehensive overview of your health, or just the basics?"" Just the basics, please," Xavier replied." Your blood sugar is lower than normal. You should consider eating. You would benefit from an increase in iron, so please consider a meal containing leafy greens." Xavier dropped his hand back down to his side and turned his attention to the audience." Now that you've seen a short demonstration of how simply asking a question can, with Pulse NATO, allow you to track your health, I'm sure you have a lot of questions you would likened answer."* * *"You're leaving now?" the incredulous, bespectacled man inquired; an associate who Xavier had forgotten the name of." That is what I said, yes," Xavier replied, shrugging on his now slightly rumpled jacket in the cramped space of a back room at the convention center." But there will be people at the reception who will want to talk to you," the other man protested." There's always someone who wants to talk to me," Xavier replied. It wasn't bragging, it was just the truth, and the way he said it made it sound as if he was more tired by the whole thing than he was flattered. "The important ones will catch up with me later and the non-important ones won't, but in that case, who cares?"" Where are you going?" the other man demanded, and Xavier could tell from the firm tone of voice he was using that he must have been given explicit instructions to 'keep tabs' on Xavier for the evening; probably one of several who had received the same directive, though only this man whose name Xavier had forgotten had been successful enough to catch him before he ducked out. Xavier was well aware of the fact that his superiors resented the way he tended to disappear prematurely from places where he was supposed to be, but as far as he was concerned he gave enough of his life to his work that he wasn't going to feel guilty about leaving when he damn well felt like leaving. Or, as was the case in this particular situation, when he had somewhere else to be." On a date," Xavier replied smoothly, automatically, delivering a complete lie. He was good at that; lying. So good at it that his heart rate barely elevated when he did it. He knew. He'd checked." You're ditching the event for date?" the unnamed colleague said." Yeah," Xavier answered, halfway out the door, not about to be stopped. "And you would too, if you could see my date." With that, he was gone. Out of the stuffy air of the convention center and into the neon-lit night, a recent light rain having turned the streets reflective black beneath his feet. At least the last part hadn't been a complete lie. The person he was going to see was, admittedly, not bad to look at. Reyes liked to think of himself as a sensible man. Not a good one. Not anymore. But a reasonable, practical, sensible man. Pushing his reading glasses up into his hair—the same way a younger man might handle a pair of aviators—he surveyed the woman sitting across from him. His sight had not deteriorated so much that he could not make her out her details. Tight posture, very contained with pressed in elbows and squared off shoulders. Well tailored blazer but off the rack pants. Put together in the way good detectives were. Enough to seen clean and honest but not enough to feel threatening. Young, or at least as young as any detective on homicide ever was.“No,” he said. It was a kind of sick relief to be able to say it. Most of the people from his old beat knew him. Called in favors he didn’t really owe. Anyway she had probably still been paying her dues at the academy or on patrol when he’d retired. It made it easy to brush her, and the thick manila envelope clutched in her hands, off. “I don’t know how you got through Patrice, but I don’t consult and even if I did the city couldn’t afford my rates.” Frustration creased the space between her brows. Reyes would put her at thirty-four or so. By thirty-seven those creases would be permanent. He’d know—they’re the cousins of the same creases he looked at in the mirror every morning.“Dr. Reyes,” she said. It was all about the tone, with detectives. The best ones sounded like this: assured but coaxing. “I’m not asking for a consultation. Just need to ask you a few questions about a case you worked six years back. Miranda Keen. They found her dead of an overdose in the back of—”“I remember.” The youngest thing about her was the way she smiled, sharklike, before remember that she’d been playing at being the earnest lawman. Gently she placed the manila envelope on his desk. Pushed across with one finger. Tapped it. “We’ve had a string of similar deaths recently. Four women: all between the ages of twenty-three and twenty-seven, all natural blondes, all dead of an overdose in the back of clubs.” According to the clock on the wall, there were exactly twenty-seven minutes left on the clock before his next appointment. Xavier had thus far been entirely punctual. Never early. Never late. In a city like theirs—constantly packed to its metaphorical gills—it was a novelty. Exhaustion nipped at the base of his spine. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, “You have twenty minutes.” Detective Leon—at least according to her contact hold, which she’d put on his desk ‘just in case’—was gone in nineteen. He could give her credit for being efficient. The questions she asked were acceptable, not insightful, but he’d answered her honestly because it took a certain amount of ambition or desperation to chase someone like him down. Getting to his feet, Reyes looked out the window at the teeming San Francisco night. It glittered in shades of neon. Vibrant. Bright. Vital. This city consumed people, and it was so pretty that they almost didn’t mind even as they bled out to feed it. Feed, not sate. Two sharp raps against his door frame straighten his spine. Patrice—bless her—just smiled at him and held out a mug. “Coffee?” By government standards, he overpaid Patrice by a significant margin. Most tasks formerly done by receptionists had been automated over the years. Reyes was well aware that a significant portion of Patrice’s time in the office was spent writing torrid romance novels that involved, and he quoted, handsome purple aliens hung like horses. But she gave him coffee before he even knew he needed it, and lectured those from his past life who tried to call in favors, and ignored his maudlin eccentricities. After taking the offered mug—bless her, again, for giving him the one with stabilizing chips to counter his tremor—he lifted it to her in a kind of salute. “Get home safe.” “Of course. I left another pot on if you need it, and I told Gigi down in security that if you aren’t out by eleven she’s allowed to cut the power.” With that, she patted his forearm and trotted out the door with a minute to spare. Reyes sipped at his coffee and watched the door. Pulse Tech didn't hide the stars of their research and development team behind the scenes. It was a selling point that made the company seem authentic in a world that was viewed as increasingly obsessed with the superficial. The faces smiling out from holographic Pulse Tech advertisements weren't hired models, but real employees working on real projects for real improvements in global health. It was the sort of thing that got repeated around Xavier so often that he sometimes felt like he thought in buzzwords. He could probably have a whole conversation in nothing but corporate-approved phrasing, and he imagined that was probably the whole point. His public persona was a product designed to be both aspirational and relatable. The aspirational half meant that he was only allowed to have acceptable flaws. The crooked smile was acceptable, but the crooked teeth hadn't been, and a few thousand dollars worth of dentistry later, no one would ever have been able to guess that he'd grown up too poor for braces. Emotional flaws were treated with much the same ruthless optimization. It was alright to admit that sometimes he worked too hard and cared too much. But there would have been very little sympathy for the fact that Xavier Trill was going to therapy. The relatable half was, of course, just as perfectly tuned to create the correct balance. Being relatable involved talking about his childhood, admitting to problems he'd had in the past but definitely no longer suffered from, being charming and eloquent, and not committing any major crimes. Some days the last point felt like a rather tall order. Xavier's mind was fine-tuned to think in terms of optimization. A part of that was natural and a part of it was trained, and he couldn't be certain where the line between those two aspects was, but practically speaking it hardly mattered. He optimized time in a way that most others would likely find somewhat obnoxious if he let them in on his thought processes. Particularly the fact that if he could help it, he never spent an extra minute with someone that he hadn't planned on spending with them. Even people he liked, or at least didn't mind, tended to exhaust him, something that he'd found he could minimize to some extent if he knew exactly how long he was expected to interact with a person, and keeping strictly to the planned timeline. He liked Dr. Reyes. Or at least he didn't dislike him. Likewas a complicated thing when dealing with a human lie detector who one interacted with in a context that was both staunchly professional and disturbingly personal. But Reyes was easier to be around than someone of his description had any right to be, and yet their sessions were still exhausting. Xavier never showed up late; he was paying and missed minutes wouldn't be reimbursed or tacked onto the end, but he refused to walk into that office even a single minute early. There was always the chance that doctor Reyes would invite him in immediately, and if not that, he'd be forced to sit in the waiting area, possibly with Patrice peering at him if she hadn't left already. Usually she was gone by the time Xavier arrived. He was lucky that Dr. Reyes was willing to accommodate evening sessions. Xavier arrived at the building six minutes early, which he calculated meant he had time to circle it a single time before going up to the office. The night air was moist and muggy with the remnants of rain from earlier in the day, thick and vaguely scented with a combination of that fresh, sweet rain smell and the sharper, less wholesome ones of the city. That along with San Francisco's almost signature neon skyline gave Xavier the impression that the whole city was just a big party venue where someone had left the fog machine on for too long. Compared to the more temperate northwest where he'd grown up, California always felt distinctlysweatyto him in a way that he didn't particularly enjoy. Circling back around to the front of the building, Xavier checked his watch, confirming he had almost exactly one minute to make his way up to the office. By the time he got there, Patrice was nowhere to be found, and he was right on time, as usual, so he simply approached the door, knocking three times before cracking it open to peer inside." Do you have any need for cheaply made pens with company logos on them? Because my office is already so full of the damn things I'm genuinely afraid they might find me buried under a pile of them someday." Sessions had a certain rhythm to them. There were always those who arrived early, or who trailed in a good ten minutes after things ought to have started, or who canceled every other session. Some people would jump right into what needed to be discussed without so much as a hi, how are you? Most would circle, like wary alley cats creeping closer to an offered bit of food. It wasn’t that any of these rhythms were better than the others. Simply that they existed and needed to be noted. Reyes subscribed to a personal theory—if he couldn’t judge the rhythm of a person within the first five sessions, he probably wasn’t going to be much use to them. The triplicate knock came right on the hour. Almost down to the second.“Come in.” It was, technically, an unnecessary pleasantry. Mr. Xavier Trill—the ‘brilliant visionary behind Pulse Tech’—would likely come in even without the invitation. That was fine. All of this was part of the rhythm they’d begun to establish. As was the smart aleck remark that Xavier opened with. Reyes let out a soft huff of amusement. “I am thankfully past the days of needing cheap pens.” Everything about his professional space—from the heavy oak antique furniture to the wall of windows overlooking the San Francisco skyline—supported this claim. “You’ll forgive me for that, I hope.” General procedure was that he’d make small talk while making a tactical retreat behind his desk. It eased his clients. Like his powers would be less effective with a few feet of solid wood between their bodies. With Xavier, he was allowed to remain leaned against the front of his desk. The position eased the ache of old injuries acting up. Honesty of a kind that clients usually preferred to avoid. But on the whole he thought Xavier might be sick to death of the kind of polish that his company sold, and might prefer the realism that people got old, and they got injured, and they got tetchy when they were both those things. “Tell me how it is that you’ve ended up with all these pens,” he said, with a gesture of his coffee mug. "I could probably forgive you eventually. With therapy," Xavier replied, not commenting directly on the obvious joke embedded in that sentence, and trusting that Reyes would understand it without feeling the need to comment either. He liked that about Reyes. The man didn't think that every little obvious thing had to be explicitly commented on. He knew the art of sometimes leaving things unsaid, which Xavier figured was a necessity for someone of his particular talent, unless he wanted everyone to hate him. Though in all fairness, people gifted with perfect lie detection weren't exactly known for being popular. It was easy to understand why people might want to avoid those who couldalwaystell if they were lying. Even though most people were probably generally truthful, most people also told small lies all the time mostly without even thinking about it, and it had a way of making a person feel emotionally naked to know that everything they said would be perfectly assessed for truth. Xavier could vouch for the fact that it certainly wasn't a comfortable feeling, but he hadn't started going to therapy in order to feel comfortable. He was there to fix his problems, and he knew that wasn't going to happen unless he went to someone who was capable of holding him accountable, whether he liked it or not." Well, you know, you go to an event, everyone hands you a business card and a pen and maybe a commemorative mug while they're at it. It's not exactly polite to say 'actually I have enough of this crap already' so you take it, and you smile, and you add it to the growing pile in your office because it's kind of unethical to throw perfectly good products away, isn't it?" As he spoke, Xavier seated himself on one of the chairs opposite Reyes's desk, which left him looking up at the other man who had opted to lean rather than sit. He recognized that in terms of primal body language this put him in the relatively weaker position, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. He spent so much time thinking about things like the most minute details of his body language, ensuring that the image he projected was the correct one, that when he was in private it was a relief to shut off that constant internal monologue and tell himself that things like body language didn't really matter at that moment. With Reyes, it wasn't as if he would be capable of portraying himself any way other than honestly regardless, so the same thing that was disconcerting could also be somewhat freeing, in a sense." I had to duck out of one such event to make it here this evening, by the way," Xavier added. "Though don't think I'm complaining about that. It was nice to have an excuse to leave early, even if I didn't actually give anyone the real reason for why I had to go." The world Xavier described was one he could only conceive of through his client’s stories. Reyes did not go to events. At least, not of the kind that distributed pens. Law enforcement didn’t lend itself to conferences. And in his current line of work, his reputation did all the networking for him. Sometimes, rarely, it paid to be the only verified lie detector in the greater San Francisco area.“You could donate the pens.” Plucking his reading glasses from his hair, he set about absently polishing the lenses with a cleaning cloth. The cloth was replaced each morning by Patrice. It lived in the space between his daily planner and his laptop. Always in easy reach because, quite frankly, he tolerated smudges on his glasses about as well as he tolerated lying. “While I personally might be past those days, I can assure you that the majority of my former colleagues are not.” As he put on the newly clean glasses, the man in front of him gained a sharp clarity he’d previously lacked. Xavier, as ever, made for a study. Freshmen psych would claim Xavier’d taken a more submissive position by sitting while he stood. There was a reason Reyes never put stock in freshman psych even when he’d been a freshman. Because Xavier sat in the chairs with casual indolence, and he spoke with the irreverent confidence of a man who’d already succeeded beyond most people’s wildest dreams. This wasn’t about submitting. It never had been. Reyes tilted his head. Just enough to indicate benevolent curiosity. “I imagine it was. You don’t seem fond of the requirements of professional social convention, despite being good at it and acknowledging the necessity of it for someone in your position.” What a puzzle he was. Steady, yet unambiguously in need of therapy. Successful, yet unmoved by the adulation it had bought him. Secretive, yet utterly truthful in all their sessions thus far. Perhaps it was time to nudge.“This is our fourth session.” It wouldn’t do to mention his personal theory. Not just yet. However… “We have established that you are very good at being the foremost example of the 30 Under 30 set. We have not discussed why, exactly, you chose my services. That is...unusual.” Reyes paused to let that sink in. “Most tell me why within the first session. I’m rarely sought out for something as simple as ennui or anxiety.” Dark eyes flicked over Xavier from perfectly coiffed hair to perfectly polished shoes. “Pardon me for being blunt, but if you were experiencing one of the usual issues of your set, there are cheaper options.” Another pause. This one longer. Reyes allowed himself to visibly consider his next words. The sigh, however, was not for therapeutic effect. “I don’t require the full story yet. But I do need to know what you’re hoping to get from this. To get from me.” Upon first glance, one might assume that Xavier's reasons for attending therapy were fairly rote; that he was the epitome of someone who was outwardly successful but inwardly plagued by unspoken insecurities. Xavier, however, had no such insecurities. Or rather, he didn't think he had any more insecurities than were required to be human. It wasn't uncertainty that had driven him to seek out Dr. Reyes, though sometimes he found himself wishing it was. Uncertainty and self-doubt were universal, even if they weren't universally crippling. To seek treatment for that sort of thing would be understandable. Relatable, even. Xavier had existed within the brutal efficiency of the corporate moneymaking machine long enough to know that if it ever got out that he'd been secretly attending therapy, the public would be a lot more sympathetic to the idea that he'd been doing it to compensate for some kind of insecurity than if they knew what he was really there for. There were scandals and then there were scandals, and Xavier knew the difference. It was why he hadn't been particularly direct with Reyes yet. Ironic, admittedly, that he'd intentionally sought out perhaps the only person in the city he would be completely unable to lie to and had then proceeded to very strategically not-quite-lie while nevertheless obfuscating the source of the problem, but it wasn't as if he didn't know what he was doing. He needed Reyes because he knew that only someone who could tell when he was lying, perhaps even better than he himself could, would be able to truly hold him accountable. But at the same time he had needed to be certain that he could trust the doctor on a more personal level before he spilled the details. He'd needed to be certain that Reyes wasn't the type of person who would go to the press with a juicy story, or blab to other people who would. At that point, Xavier was fairly confident that he knew what sort of person Reyes was, but nevertheless, actually admitting to his motivations was easier said than done." Is there an official organization for that sort of thing? Donate to your local starving psychiatrist, something like that?" He was stalling, and Reyes no doubt knew it. Xavier was aware, however, that the other man wouldn't allow him to stall for very long. Some might have let the small talk go on forever, content in the fact that they were being paid a hefty price to essentially serve as a conversation buddy. Not Dr. Reyes. He had more integrity than that. Which was perfect. And irritating. As if on cue, Reyes started questioning. Xavier remained in place, maintaining his relaxed, seated posture, though internally he felt his heartbeat accelerate reflexively in a way that annoyed him with his inability to stop it. When it came right down to it, Xavier hated feeling like he wasn't in control, particularly of himself. It was that feeling that had ultimately driven him to seek out these therapy sessions in the first place; the sense that if he didn't address it, he might someday lose control of himself in a way he'd rather not think about." I like looking at you," Xavier replied. "The cheaper options aren't nearly as good-looking, let's be fair." Just as blunt as Reyes, and completely truthful, but at the same time a shameless diversion that was almost automatic, as quickly as it sprung to his lips. Distract, redirect, get the attention off himself, put Reyes in the spotlight, maybe even make him feel self-conscious. Not a bad strategy if he was trying to be evasive, but he knew at that point he shouldn't be. He would need to get to the heart of the matter eventually, and putting it off wasn't going to make it any easier." But more importantly, I don't really think the 'cheaper options' could hold me accountable," Xavier forced himself to go on, suddenly cautious, aware of his every word." I don't respect most people," he continued. It was true, but it felt odd to say it aloud. It wasn't the sort of thing that was exactly polite to admit to, even if it might be an understandable sentiment." If I ended up going to someone I didn't respect, we wouldn't be able to accomplish anything. In your case, I knew I would have to respect you, or at least respect what you could do. I believed in your ability to hold me accountable even if I decided later that I didn't really want you to. Given your history and your - ability, I knew you wouldn't let me get away with shit the way other people probably would." Xavier paused, his mouth tilting sightly to the side as he continued to peer up at Reyes. "I need someone to hold me accountable because I have certain issues that are not particularly easy to discuss. Honestly I don't want to discuss them. The last thing I want to do is discuss them. But unfortunately I'm intelligent enough to know that I have to do it anyway." “If that’s the case, you’ll be as good for my ego as my bank account.” Reyes felt his lips twitch into something that might be considered the shadow of a smile. It had been a very long time since he’d been told so bluntly that he was aesthetically pleasing. The compliments had tapered off around his thirty-second birthday, when the strain of his profession began to show and the word of his ‘gift’ began to spread. He didn’t mind the loss. He didn’t mind the brief revival, either, even if it had been more distraction than confession. In any case, they had reached a sort of tipping point. Reyes tapped his finger against the edge of his desk as he listened. The monotony of the motion was soothing. Allowed him to focus, in a way he rarely had to nowadays, on the young man who’d finally paused in his constant evasions. No lies. Just as there’d been no lies in any of their sessions thus far. Curious, for someone who’d deliberately sought accountability. It took effort to avoid lying. Most couldn’t manage it for long, even the most open succumbing to the small lies that made up everyday social pleasantries. If his grandmother was still alive she’d say that ‘the boy has a retouched silver tongue’ and she’d be right. Silence filled the office. Lips pressed together in a contemplative frown, he placed the explanation into the mental jigsaw puzzle he’d been assembling of his patient. There was still far too much missing. Yet he’d begun to get the shape of it. And it made something almost like anticipation ignite in his gut.“I see. What you’ve provided me with is a series of negatives. Not something common with your set. Not something you can ignore or attempt to self-medicate. Not something you can risk getting out to the greater public.” All of these were, if not common, at least regular in his new line of work. Yet. Tilting his head, Reyes concluded, “Not something you could entrust to anyone without both lie detection and a history in law enforcement.” Reyes allowed the last statement to settle. “There’s another lie detector in Sacramento, and five in Los Angeles. Someone with your wealth could visit them easily. But none of them worked in law enforcement.” Unspoken, but surely understood: none of them have seen the worst parts of human nature on carousel display. Lifting his chin, he gave Xavier a wry smile. “Now, I think you ought to lie to me.” "Negatives are a good way to avoid lying," Xavier said, certainly not a statement that was meant to tell Reyes anything he didn't already know, but rather to illustrate that it was also a truth that Xavier himself was aware of. He was consciously trying not to lie. No doubt Reyes had already noticed that, because someone with his ability would certainly be aware of the fact that complete truthfulness wasn'tanyone'natural state, let alone someone who was successful in business. The fact that Reyes wouldn't have picked up on any lies from Xavier thus far was undoubtedly an anomaly as far as Reyes's patients went, and probably told Reyes things about Xavier that Xavier hadn't fully intended to tell. His careful avoidance of any lies was a sort of obfuscation in itself after all, wasn't it? A way of pandering to his own reluctance even as he insisted that he wanted someone to hold him accountable. No, he hadn'ttried, but he had certainly omitted, and Reyes was damn well aware of it. The irony of the situation was that someone who carefully told nothing but technical truths probably had just as much to hide as the person who told nothing but blatant lies. But while the liar could be dismissed as dishonest, a rather common human trait, the omitted was a more complicated case. Xavier imagined that by then Reyes would have realized that he had a bit of athingabout control. It took control to avoid lying. To find ways to say whatever he wanted to say and avoid saying whatever he didn't want to say without uttering a single untruth. In a sense it had presented as a challenge to him; a challenge that he'd been more than ready to accept in order to prove to himself how very in control he was, in spite of the fact that him being in therapy in the first place was an admission that he wasn't, not fully. Xavier recognized that he was probably exceedingly difficult to deal with. It might have been enough to make him feel sorry for Reyes over what was to come, if he hadn't been paying the doctor handsomely for his trouble." No, none of them worked in law enforcement," Xavier agreed. "They deal with cheating spouses and spoiled rich kids in need of reform. That sort of person wields their gift like a fortune-teller looking into a crystal ball, and it might be profitable, but it's not what I need." Xavier exhaled slowly when he was instructed to lie, unnerved by how much the instruction immediately bothered him. They were going to have to make progress eventually. He just wished every step of it wasn't the complete opposite of what he instinctively wanted to do." Well if you really want me to lie, I can certainly oblige," Xavier replied. "Let's see - my favorite flavor is sour apple." Lie." My favorite color is yellow." Lie." I once saved a colleague's life during an avalanche on a ski holiday in Aspen." Lie." I put a guy in the hospital when I was fourteen." Truth. Xavier paused, his fingers flexing and knuckles tightening almost imperceptibly." But the capacity for that sort of violent outburst is entirely behind me." Lie. Each lie was skillfully delivered. Reyes could appreciate it on some level. The way someone might appreciate a street magician. If it weren’t for his ability, it’s quite possible that he would’ve mistaken at least one of the lies for truth. Even with the years of law enforcement and his own deeply ingrained cynicism about human nature. But then they reached Xavier’s final statements, and… Humming acknowledgement, he tilted his head and let the confession settle over them both. It wasn’t the whole truth—too much still buried under layers of control—but it’s the closest they’d come. First steps. Etc. Reyes always forced himself to be grateful for these moments. This time felt significantly less forced than usual. Which was something to contemplate later. Much later. Maybe never.“Violent impulses are not uncommon,” he said. “And people end up in the hospital due to brawls that get out of control more often than most people would think.” Not an absolution. Simply fact. Not the kind of work he ever did, even when he was on the force, but he’d seen enough aftermaths to verify the statistics. Looking at the jut of Xavier’s knuckles, he hummed again. “Fourteen is young. Was that your first fight?” "No, not the first," Xavier replied, his tone somewhat cautious, even as the truth came more readily to his lips than he had expected. This wasn't as terrible as he'd initially thought it would be, but then again they'd only just begun, and he'd barely said anything yet. Still, he found himself with the vague hope that Reyes was going to continue telling him that this was normal; Hathaway normal, even if he already knew damn well that wasn't the case." I'd been in the habit for a while by then, usually goading someone else into hitting me, someone bigger, stronger, so I didn't feel guilty for fighting back. After all I never reallystartedit." It was a line of reasoning that had been enough to placate a child, but one that Xavier could no longer believe in the validity of. He was aware that he had indeedstartedthose fights, or at least that he'd gone looking for them intentionally enough that he may very well have started them. There was no real difference when it came to the end result he'd been craving." You've never really told me much about your process," Xavier remarked abruptly. "I suppose that's standard practice; the patient shouldn't know what goes on behind the scenes. But I suppose I'm just curious as to how much you really know about me. How much you've researched me. Obviously you know the things that just abouteveryoneknows if they're aware of me at all, but I have to admit that I'm curious whether you've gone out of your way to learn about me outside our sessions, or if you prefer to build your image of me based largely on what I tell you and not my public persona." It wasn't his ego that prompted Xavier to pose that question. If Reyes had researched him, he wouldn't presume that it had been out of some particular fondness or curiosity. In fact there wasn't one answer or the other that he was especially hoping to hear, he only wondered how much Reyes knew - and how much he had intentionally avoided. It would be interesting to see how many preconceptions the doctor had that would eventually end up shattered. Picking fights with someone bigger, stronger, but not better. Reyes wondered if Xavier realized that the same impulse that made him pursue violence had probably contributed to his success in business. The willingness to go up against questionable odds for the sake of it would give him an edge. “Yes, I’d imagine that line of reasoning worked for a child.” Something happened though, after that fight. Fourteen really was quite young. But then, Xavier himself was still young. Quirking his lips, Reyes allowed the change of subject. “I don’t have a process,” he said. Not entirely true. Patterns were inevitable. And yet. “Flexibility is necessary in this line of work.” He lifted one shoulder in a half shrug that pulled at old scars. “In your case? My secretary knew who you were the minute your appointment request showed up.” With a vague gesture toward the waiting room, he added, “Even showed me a magazine with your face on the cover. At which point, yes, I choose not to learn about you outside our sessions. I’m well aware that someone of your caliber always has an exquisitely cultivated public life.” That rarely, if ever, reflected an inner truth. Either way, he’d answered and provided some ‘give.’“Why was that fight different?” Deliberately, Reyes let his eyes flick over Xavier. Taking in all the exquisitely cultivated ‘persona’ that had led him to this office. “If you had fought before, then why was this the time that someone ended up in the hospital?” Xavier was accustomed to telling stories about his childhood. Sanitized, uplifting little stories that always functioned more as perfectly positioned little parables rather than genuine memories. It was a gift, he supposed, that he was able to make them sound genuine; to tell enough of the truth to be convincing and relatable while leaving out anything unpleasant, off-putting, or just awkward, rambling, and without an ultimate point to justify them, as real, unfiltered stories from people's lives tended to be. If Reyes had tuned in to his public persona, he would have no doubt known those stories already, and eventually he would have noticed the bits and pieces in the true stories that Xavier was forced to tell in therapy that had become the building blocks of the stories that Xavier told in public; tacked and cobbled together to form a Frankenstein's monster version of his past. It was somewhat of a relief to know that they wouldn't be going through that process. Somehow it made telling the truth a little easier, knowing that the slate was, if not blank, at least a bit cleaner than it would have been for most people. Not that telling the truth was ever really easy. Not about these things." I suppose that fight was different because I was hungry at the time," Xavier replied simply. There would be no hint of a lie in his words, but he knew that if he attempted to leave it at that then Reyes would prompt him, aware that it wasn't really any sort of satisfactory answer. He wouldn't get away with being so vague and simplistic with his words anymore. Not with Reyes." That probably sounds silly, I know. It had nothing to do with the fight, really. The other guy didn't - take my lunch money or anything that cliché. But I think people who have never experienced it tend to underestimate the impact that hunger can have on your mood. Like, real hunger. I don't mean when you skip a meal, I mean when you haven't eaten properly for over three days, and you're dreaming about food, and your stomach feels like it's turned itself inside out and any little thing makes you feel ready to snap even though you barely have the energy to walk around. I was reallyfuckinghungry, and, ah, I suppose I just wanted to lash out particularly hard that day." Xavier paused, letting his eyes drift around the room, looking at just about anything other than his therapist." I didn't really have what you would call a healthy family situation." Odd. Reyes had learned fast that hunger could mean anything from a bodily need for sustenance to a soul-deep craving for ______. Sex, violence, power. Often all three. Rarely something else altogether. It wasn’t something he tended to share around to others in either of his two professions. Too banal, he’d told himself. Now he thought it was rather like explaining gravity as ‘the thing that makes an apple fall to earth.’ Accurate without necessarily being True. Tapping his finger against the edge of the desk, he sorted the story. Neglectful, possibly abusive, home life. Tap. Enough control to pick the right fights, not enough control to resist fighting altogether. Tap. Hunger serves as a whetstone. Tap. Wary of what he had done and what he might yet do, not quite ashamed. Tap. Tap. Tap.“Do you know why so many brawls end with hospitalization or even death?” The question was delivered smoothly. Almost as if he were about to launch into a lecture of an even three dozen police academy brats. “People underestimate how fragile other people really are. They think they can break a barstool over someone’s head without breaking someone’s head. Like an old comedy sketch.” Lips quirking into a wry smile, he said, “Humans are strange. They can survive injuries that are a death sentence to any other creature. But a lucky blow to the temple with the aforementioned barstool?” It was a rhetorical turn that didn’t require explanation. After a few heartbeats and three sips of coffee, Reyes pivoted once more. (It was one of the traits that had driven his old partner on the force absolutely mad. No one, he’d groused, should turn an eighteen-wheeler on a dime like you do.) “What would you call your family situation, then?” "Ugh, this is aterribleconversation, isn't it?" Xavier said, a lightness to his tone that suggested he was joking, but a contrasting depth to his words to suggest that he was being entirely honest about his feelings at that moment. Really the comment was more of a reflex than anything; like the last twitch of a dying fish thrown onto land that has no chance of making it back to the water, but tries in vain regardless. Xavier knew that he was going to have this conversation, but that didn't mean he wanted to. That didn't mean that he would be able to entirely hold back his almost physical resistance to straying into this particular topic of discussion." It's hard to talk about my family situation," Xavier confessed finally. "And there's something about it that feels almost gratuitous, to be honest. It's not as if I was ever beaten or abused. I was loved, I suppose. No, I know it. I know I was loved. It's just that sometimes that's not really enough, is it?" Xavier sighed, offering Reyes a slightly petulant look; a look that suggested he was just slightly resentful over the whole scenario, though he would undoubtedly get over it, especially considering the fact that he'd orchestrated it himself." My father didn't want me. Never met the man. Other than his absence, he's completely irrelevant in my life." Xavier began. "My mother was the sort of person who you would probably call a 'free spirit' if you didn't want her to know if you were praising her or insulting her. Extremely intelligent. Good at just about everything she tried. But she was - well. I couldn't really say what she was. You would likely be better equipped for that." Xavier tilted his head to one side in a gesture reminiscent of a shrug. "She would disappear, sometimes. Days at a time, just gone, no explanation either before or after. Sometimes she would get these weird obsessions that would consume her for a while. Sometimes she would buy so much food that it rotted on the countertop before we could eat it, and sometimes she would just seemingly forget that eating was something we had to do at all. I got used to picking up her slack from an early age, but that doesn't mean I was ever perfect at it." There was guilt in his words, and Xavier wondered if Reyes would be astute enough to notice it. It wasn't just that this topic made him uncomfortable, but it made him feel outright ungrateful, as if he had no right whatsoever to talk about his mother's actions as if they had been designed to hurt him. She'd loved him, and even if he himself had voiced a sentiment to the contrary, it felt like that should have been enough. His own glaring imperfections certainly made him feel as if he had no right to judge the imperfections of a dead woman. Tolstoy claimed every unhappy family was uniquely unhappy. Tolstoy, cordially, was also a bit of an idiot. Anyone in law enforcement, therapy, or social work could tell him all about the common variations on the same themes. Here are the absent fathers, there are the fathers with too many vices, and there are the abusive fathers. Here are the mothers who use their children as emotional crutches. Here the extended family left to step in for terrible parents and there are the siblings who ran at the first chance and never looked back. Oh, the world was full of people who didn’t find it difficult to talk about their families because their families were happy. Reyes didn’t meet many of them, personally. Professionally? He could count them off on his fingers with a few to spare. Xavier’s background wasn’t unique. (No one’s ever was, once you’d been in the game for more than a decade.) Even so. People, in general, were unique. And Xavier… Here was neglect, and shame, and rage. All wrapped up in dysfunctional attachment styles and tenuous impulse control. It was a cliché that all hurts led back to childhood, and yet. “Diagnosis via third party is rarely, if ever, useful. But diagnosis isn’t necessary to understand impact.” Reaching for his coffee, he lifted it up and took a deliberate sip. Let the caffeine sink into him and the words sink into Xavier.“Most people believe love is a feeling. Even the most cynical say it’s a chemical reaction. Just a way of ensuring you maintain pro-social feelings. I believe your mother​​—” he barely paused, mind rapidly pulling up relevant details to settle on the correct tense, “loved you in that sense. To the best of her ability.” Otherwise, he rather doubted they’d be having this conversation. “But love is also a choice. Choosing to be present and engaged. Choosing to prioritize their needs. Choosing to get diagnosed, and go to therapy or on medication, so you can take care of the people who depend on you.” With a muted sigh, he tilted his head and let his gaze skim over the young man. For the first time he thought— He considered— But no.“I would guess you were aware of that. The gap between her feelings and her choices. Lashing out—making the pain external rather than internal—would be the next logical step.” Nothing about his tone suggested either approval or disapproval. Simply fact. “Now you’ve reached an age where you can understand the ways she failed you, even if she didn’t mean to. Even though she loved you.” Reyes chose not to voice the obvious. In the gap between his violent childhood and his disciplined adulthood, Xavier had never found a way to let go of the pain, or the shame, or the rage. The fact that they were here, in his office, on their fourth session, was enough. Setting down his coffee cup, he ran a hand through his hair. It’d begun to get a little overlong. Patrice would likely schedule him in at some salon or another soon. “You have violent impulses,” he said, hand finally ending up on the nape of his neck. Even the lightest prod of his fingertips turned up knots. Overdue for a massage as well as a haircut. “You need someone to hold you accountable. You don’t strike me as being on the edge of a crime spree. So what, Xavier, am I going to be holding you accountable for?” "You know, I'm just a little disappointed that you didn't tie the whole thing around to my choices, my choice to - be here. To seek help and all that. The opposite choice. But I suppose that might be too obvious. Or maybe the contrast isn't all that perfect. It's not as if I'm doing this for the benefit of someone I love." Xavier was being flippant again; clever, wordy, always something to say. As usual. It was who he was; where he was most comfortable. A part of his brain told him he really should stop doing that when he was in therapy, that he was only diverting and stalling, but Reyes was certainly used to it by now, and it had never seemed to phase him in the first place. Xavier also realized, belatedly, that he may have implied something he hadn't meant to. Not for the benefit of someone I love. And it was for his own benefit, wasn't it? He fully expected Reyes to mentally file that little comment away. Maybe he wasn't being as clever as he thought." Acrime spree. Well when you make it sound so gauche, of course not," Xavier tossed back. "Really, what I find myself wanting to do is hurt people." For all his resistance, the confession came out surprisingly easily, almost too easily, leaving him feeling like he should have had more of a sense of weightiness as he said it; that he should have felt some manner of emotional shift that would let him know the statement was important." Not just randomly, it's usually quite focused, but it tends to be rather - disproportionate, I suppose. Not exactly befitting of whatever situation has irritated me. It sounds strange to make such a fuss about it, perhaps, I imagine everyone gets those urges sometimes, but mine are exceptionally vivid and excessive. Believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't think I had reason to be concerned about them. I’m sorry to say you're not quitethatnice to look at."

Breaking Point (Erythrite & Cerevan)|rating:4.0